American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 67 Ian's New Toy [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

"Instant teleportation! So this is what a raven is!"

Off campus.

Ian finally got to eat Häagen-Dazs.

ten.

no more, no less.

Being a man of principle, he naturally remembered to share one with the girl who had helped him before.

“Thank you, Rachel. You’re a real superhero too.” Ian expressed his heartfelt gratitude, and the girl’s eyes showed a complicated expression after hearing his praise.

"Superheroes, huh..."

Rachel seemed somewhat moved.

Countless indescribable thoughts welled up in her mind. To put it simply, she knew too little about Ian; she clearly didn't realize that Ian would praise everyone he met in such a way.

"The last time I ate something this delicious was... The snacks I traded with my godfather for with evil spirits were just as delicious." Ian licked his spoon, looking on with a look of reminiscence.

"Evil spirits? What evil spirits?" Rachel, who was sitting across from Ian and had no interest in eating her ice cream but was staring at Ian in deep thought, was also intrigued by Ian's words.

Evil spirits and snacks.

These are clearly not two words that can be linked together.

“A truly outrageous monster, it looks like a nun, but I bet it’s definitely not human…” Ian recounted his experience of being abducted.

Hear the words.

Rachel's pupils contracted sharply several times.

"Like this?"

She dipped her finger in coffee and drew a realistic doodle on the table.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Ian praised the other person's drawing skills.

"Have you encountered this before?"

The boy's tone was tinged with surprise.

I've seen it in a book.

Rachel stared at Ian, scrutinizing him for a long time.

“This is Valak, one of the seventy-two demons of Solomon… You may have encountered a wisp of his avatar on earth.” The girl stared intently at Ian and spoke in a low, eerie tone.

"Seventy-two Demon Gods!?"

Ian was taken aback at first.

My hands started to tremble slightly.

Just when Rachel thought he might be scared.

"I see!"

The boy slapped his forehead.

"No wonder the desserts we got in exchange for Him melted in our mouths! They were incredibly nourishing!"

He suddenly realized why the Minotaur Demon couldn't be exchanged for his adoptive father's reward; it turned out the demon's quality wasn't high enough to be used as a high-grade synthesis material!
"?????"

Rachel stared blankly at Ian, who was still slightly excited. She felt that a normal person shouldn't react like this—well, she already knew that this boy's way of thinking was a bit abnormal.

"Don't you realize what impact this will have on you?" Rachel wanted to remind Ian that those who could be called demons were terrifying beings with extremely strong desires for revenge.

however.

"I realize it, I realize it."

Ian nodded vigorously.

“This really means a lot to me—thank you, Rachel, my friend who’s happy to share. You’ve made me realize that there are at least seventy-two evil spirits in this world that I could trade with my godfather for snacks!” His tone was tinged with excitement.

How could I not be excited?
There are far more than seventy-two!
If the so-called demon gods can keep creating clones, Ian feels he might have found the true perpetual motion machine! He might never have to worry about not having strong enough attributes again!

“No… that’s not what I meant at all.” Rachel was completely bewildered. She realized that she really couldn’t keep up with Ian’s way of thinking.

However, Ian didn't care about this.

"I must learn magic!"

Ian's determination to learn magic was unwavering.

He is not Martin Luther King Jr.

However, this did not prevent him from having a real dream at this moment—he hoped to raise a demon god so that he could use the demon god's clones to perform sacrifices every day!

This was clearly not an easy task, but isn't it precisely because things are difficult that they are worth doing? At that moment, the boy already had his own American Dream in his heart.

"You can't learn my magic."

Rachel was already trying her best to keep up with Ian's train of thought.

however.

“I don’t want to learn your magic… I just want to touch your forehead again, the kind that lights up, yes, just like that… Why does your face look so rosy?” Ian, who longed to be corrupted by the magic of the Three Palaces Demon, did not get his wish, because Rachel teleported away, leaving only an empty chair behind.

"pity."

Ian was somewhat disappointed.

He casually took the ice cream that the girl had only taken a bite of, and, in keeping with the traditional concept of saving food, put the ice cream into the plastic box that he had been carrying in his arms.

"Ah~ open your mouth quickly."

Ian ignored the bull-headed man's insults.

Repay evil with kindness.

I forced the devil's head to eat an ice cream.

"It didn't leak out?"

He observed briefly.

An unscientific and amazing phenomenon has been discovered.

then.

"Finally, there's a place to recycle Mom's broccoli! I could even use you to start a garbage recycling company!" Ian's earlier disappointment vanished, replaced by pure joy.

He realized he now had his own personal trash can. He was truly rich.

"Damn humans!"

The bull roared in terror.

But Ian gagged her again.

……

They returned to school.

Unsurprisingly.

Because of Mr. White's disorganization, the school announced a temporary half-day holiday. Ian stuffed the oranges he had bought into his pocket and, humming a little tune, went to the gym he had been looking forward to.

And just after Ian and most of the students had evacuated the school.

“Poor White, he was a good man and always shared the best medicine with us… I mean, he really shouldn’t have died such a miserable death.”

Some teachers remained at the school, deeply saddened, to assist the police in their investigation.

He was genuinely heartbroken.

"Excuse me, do you know if the deceased had any enemies?" The police clearly suspected that this was a premeditated murder, or a campus terrorist attack planned by some super madman.

"Let me think... Miss Lucy seems to have had a conflict with him. I'm not gossiping, but..." Some teachers used their traditional skills from their work life.

I'm planning to take this opportunity to sow discord among those I don't like.

And right now.

A man in a trench coat with a scruffy beard appeared at the school gate.

"Damn it! I can't get in! My psychic cards were stolen by Superman not long ago! Superheroes can be shameless!" Constantine subconsciously reached into his pocket but couldn't find his familiar old friend.

He looked very annoyed.

“I really don’t want to come back! Metropolis and I are incompatible!” Constantine shouted at the sky like a madman, gazing at the campus where he had sensed the demonic presence.

next moment.

Everything around seemed to have been put on hold. Whether it was passersby, vehicles, or even the pattering drizzle, time seemed to be flowing at an extremely slow pace.

"Whoo~"

The sound of wings flapping could be heard.

A white man passing by suddenly turned from white to black.

That was an old acquaintance of Constantine's—an angel with the correct skin color.

“You must stay here, Constantine. Darkness is coming, and if you wish to redeem your soul, you must begin your investigation from where it began!”

The Black angel spoke in a serious tone.

It was because of His appearance.

The world will then slow down.

"The rise of darkness will also begin in Los Angeles. Don't pretend you don't know who's in there!" Constantine retorted angrily to the angel without any politeness.

“Lucifer is not the threat; the disaster we face is.” The angel’s tone was heavy, and his words allowed Constantine, who was always intuitive, to grasp the important details.

"us?"

He looked at the angel with suspicion.

The angel did not respond.

"Do what you're supposed to do."

He was just reminding me once again.

“Alright, I’ll investigate and find out what has made you high and mighty gentlemen so fearful.” Constantine sighed and chose to compromise.

His soul was his Achilles' heel.

"very good."

The angel nodded.

Constantine continued, discussing conditions, "However, you must first guarantee that Superman won't bother me again. He even came to Gotham yesterday, arrested me, and gave me a warning!"

"That despicable thief! He still won't admit he stole my psychic cards! This lying superhero is utterly morally corrupt!" Even when he cursed, Constantine only dared to mutter it under his breath.

It was as if even the slowing down of the world couldn't bring him much sense of security.

“You don’t need to worry about Superman, he’ll only teach you a lesson once.” The angel smiled gently. Constantine was still suspicious, but he quickly changed the subject.

“The child you kidnapped is the trouble you should be worrying about—poor Constantine, you just have this talent for always attracting the worst things you shouldn’t.” The angel’s golden eyes were full of pity, and His actions startled Constantine.

A bad feeling crept into my heart.

"What do you mean?"

Constantine quickly pressed for more information.

"The meaning is very simple... Before the Lord returns, if you are caught by that boy, do not mention Heaven or me, but you can say that you have been bewitched by Lucifer."

“Let Him go to our King of Hell, and trust that Lucifer can deal with Him.”

The angel spoke solemnly.

"what?"

Before Constantine could react...

He has disappeared.

The passersby returned to their original skin color, and the world resumed its normal functioning. Although still completely bewildered, Constantine sensed a chilling undercurrent in the angel's words.

“It’s all Charles’s fault! He orchestrated the kidnapping all by himself! I’m innocent—if I hand Charles over now, will it give me even the slightest chance to make amends?”

He shouted at the sky.

Got no response.

Only passersby looked at him as if he were a fool.

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