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

Chapter 96: Gaining Talent Again, Imprisoning a God! [Long Chapter]

The black-robed demon is unimaginable.

What kind of terrifying hellish demon could erase its own demonic mark in an instant and seize that extremely powerful artifact in a flash?
"King of Hell...you must be a King of Hell..." The black-robed demon's fear was growing, and his muttered words might have seemed like praise to him.

however.

Who told Ian not to be a demon?

In his opinion.

Hell is full of things that call themselves the kings of hell.

This title sounds incredibly cheap.

It would be better if the Minotaur demon called him a dimensional demon god.

"I'm your father!" Ian said without hesitation, lifting the other man up and punching him twice. The curse that came out of his mouth seemed rather strange upon closer examination.

Isn't this just another instance of him criticizing himself?
It's really hard to fit into the ancestral suit; it seems I have to blame Batman's armor again. After wearing it, Ian's self-criticism became a bit ruthless.

"Pfft~"

The black-robed demon was beaten so badly by Ian that he was vomiting blood. Ian looked distressed and immediately covered the demon's mouth to prevent him from wasting his precious high-grade fuel.

The Minotaur is just a lowly minion of Hell. Its Hell blood is enough to make the Hellcat roam the earth. If it were to use the blood of the Son of Hell, it would take Ian straight to the heavens!
It's not impossible to go to the moon and verify whether Armstrong ever planted the Stars and Stripes!
"Stop throwing up, I'll beat you less next time..." Ian tried to soothe the other's emotions, but his sudden gentleness only made the black-robed demon feel a chill down his spine.

"Woooooo~"

His covered mouth was moving, as if he wanted to say something but it was indistinct.

"You promised you wouldn't throw up."

Ian slowly released his grip.

I saw.

A few more drops of blood spilled from the demon's mouth.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ian's fist slammed down again, this time aiming for the black-robed demon's head. After all, if the demon only suffered a brain hemorrhage and his skull wasn't cracked open, it wouldn't be a significant loss for him.

"Ahhh~"

The black-robed demon let out a painful howl, the black mist surrounding his body completely dissipating, and he was on the verge of death. "Didn't you say you would be gentler?!"

He couldn't help but ask a heart-wrenching question.

“Yeah, I’ve already gone lighter. I was supposed to use eight-tenths of my strength, but I’m only using seven-tenths now… Can’t you feel it?” Ian said, tapping the black-robed demon on the head again.

"This is seven-tenths of my strength."

Done.

He then struck it a second time with even more force.

"That's eight-tenths of my strength."

He did his best to prove that he was an honest and trustworthy person.

"puff……"

My head is buzzing.

The black-robed demon, feeling as if his soul was being struck, was about to vomit blood from Ian's actions, but when he saw Ian's bright and clear eyes, he quickly swallowed the blood back down.

I can tell.

As a demon.

This one is quite intelligent.

“We are all demons, we should be in this together, we should unite to fight against Heaven and God... Let me go, I promise I will do everything in my power to assist you.”

"I was reborn into the human world in this body, and I possess many powers that only wizards have. I can also make prophecies..." The black-robed demon struggled to make Ian realize his worth.

If Ian is a demon, he does have some value, since most demons cannot fully bring their power into the human world due to the rules of hell and earth.

Therefore.

Having a powerful sorcerer as an ally would make many things much easier. Unfortunately, the black-robed demon misjudged Ian's true identity from beginning to end.

"Your insults are even dirtier than when my Uncle Batman insulted my dad. How can you mistake someone as handsome as me for a demon?" Ian's fists were itching to punch.

The black-robed demon was terrified.

"I...I'm a demon too, but aren't I pretty handsome?" He quickly forced a smile, frantically defending his statement, the demon believing his emotional intelligence was maxed out.

All are unaware.

"What level are you in? Using the same word 'handsome' as me? Apart from my dad, my eldest brother, and my second brother who could regain his normal appearance if he could give up his daily routine!"

“Everyone else is just passable in appearance!” Under the black-robed demon’s shocked, aggrieved, and terrified gaze, Ian delivered several more punches to his groin.

"Ah~"

The black-robed demon's face turned pale with pain.

He felt he might as well hit himself on the head.

"Stop! Stop right now!" The black-robed demon tried to stop Ian in a fit of rage. The human body was far too weak, and the vital parts were indeed far too vulnerable.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Ian delivered a thunderous slam to the demon's head. Even a high-level demon bound in a human body couldn't withstand such a blow, and a large bump visibly bulged on its head.

They're not even as durable as low-level demons like the Minotaur.

"Damn it!" The black-robed demon was still shaken. Luckily, the bulge in his body wasn't in a vital area, otherwise it would have hurt terribly. He was so frightened that he completely lost his guard.

“My father is the new Satan of Hell, the great King of Hell. You don’t want to offend a new god of Hell!” Words that sounded like a plea but also carried a hint of threat came from the sausage-shaped mouth of the black-robed demon.

His mouth seems much tougher than his face.

"The New Satan?"

Ian knew from the name that he didn't seem like a proper demon.

“Satan, the new Satan of the hammer, do you know that in the heavens of Metropolis, the only God is me... Dad!”

Ian really embodies this arrogant and domineering personality. He's not the type to rely on his father's connections, but he's already put himself in the role of the superior.

Different modes.

It should be tailored to different personalities.

Who says the DC Universe doesn't have its own massive universe? As long as you create enough aliases, you can create another one even if you ruin one's reputation. This is the essential capitalist skill of being prepared for a rainy day and making multiple bets.

With the flexible application of the Mads acting method, Ian certainly didn't need to worry about actually having a split personality. For this, he had to thank his teacher who taught him the "natural part release technique".

"Hey little punk, hurry up and get me a rope and some scaffolding." Ian could only feel grateful in his heart, even though he was really into the role, he couldn't help but sincerely praise Madison as a real superhero.

the reason is simple.

Madison was crawling around on the ground behind him, clearly trying to find his phone and rummage through the pockets of the unconscious people on the ground to get someone else's phone.

"what?"

Madison wanted to take a melancholic literary photo of herself with the caption "The world always leaves me battered and bruised," to post on social media. When she looked up at the news, a few fallen leaves were still clinging to her blond hair.

What do you need the ropes and scaffolding for?

After Ian's impressive display of power, Madison relaxed. She had no idea where the pedestrians and her own cell phone had gone, and she looked puzzled by Ian's request.

"Don't question me."

Ian tried to put on a serious face. "Remember, when I use my main account in the future, don't ask me questions that ruin my image. You can do whatever you want."

"Our ancestors can go wherever they want." He earnestly gave Madison some advice, reminding him to be mindful of how he would adjust to Madison's personality. Madison could only vaguely understand this instruction.

"Oh."

She got up from the ground and quickly searched her surroundings. Madison was used to Ian's thought process; most of the time, she felt she wasn't smart enough to keep up with the top student's thinking.

In this regard.

Madison didn't care.

After all, not being smart is a label often associated with popular Hollywood actresses. Therefore, Madison had her own unique way of understanding Ian's advice.

“Ancestors are Ian’s willful personality~” She was reciting lines and pondering the script when she suddenly felt enlightened and realized the truth.

soon.

Madison then found what Ian wanted.

She watched Ian tie the black-robed demon to the scaffolding like a sausage, but she wasn't interested. This girl from the metropolis only knew that Ian had won, and that was the end of it all.

She didn't care whether the demon lived or died.

He even kicked her a few times because he had been "hunted down" before.

This is what it means to not learn from mistakes.

Fortunately, the devil's thighs weren't as hard as Ian's calves.

“That wretched demon must have eaten everyone’s phones. Ian, can I borrow your phone for a moment?” Madison looked at Ian’s bulging pockets.

I'm a little anxious.

How could I not be anxious? This kind of thing doesn't happen every day. If I don't take a few more beautiful photos of myself looking "delicate and vulnerable," the scrapes on my arms will start to heal soon!

How else can I get attention?
How to garner sympathy on social media?
"for you."

Ian didn't ask.

He readily handed over his phone.

"Thanks!"

Madison immediately got into the zone.

She started posing in front of various ruins. Sometimes she leaned against a wrecked car at a 45-degree angle, looking up at the sky, and other times she crouched next to an exploded mailbox, making a terrified escape gesture.

What is a "green tea girl"?

That's pretty much it.

Are you all sick in the head?

The man in black robes was bound tightly, but he still couldn't help speaking, his expression twisted in pain. He couldn't help it; even as a demon, he couldn't comprehend how such a person could exist in the world.

Do you have any medicine?

Ian tentatively inquired, hoping to swindle some kind of hellish medicine, but all he got in return was a bewildered expression on the black-robed demon's face.

"If you don't have medicine, then what the hell are you talking about! Your urinary system is blown up?" Ian was extremely disappointed, feeling that the other person was deliberately mocking him, so he uttered the most vicious swear word he could express in English.

Ian was about to throw another punch.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please stop! I can't take it anymore!" the demon pleaded, his voice trembling with tears, though he still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.

“Very well, now, I’ll ask, you answer.” Ian pulled the magic book out of his underwear—he hadn’t brought his backpack, but the elastic band of his underwear made a perfect makeshift bookshelf.

Place the book that will take up your hands below your navel.

This is an emergency solution that only a smart person could come up with.

"it is good."

The black-robed demon dared not utter another word, nodding frantically. He had probably realized Ian's ruthlessness, and even dared to steal a few more lingering glances at the book that Ian had taken from him.

"What's the use of this book?"

Ian flipped through the strange, blank magic book again. He didn't feel any connection between himself and the book, so he naturally needed to seek answers from its previous owner.

"It...it was an item that my father, the Demon King Crowley, acquired by accident. Before I came to the human world, I tricked my foolish brother into stealing it for me."

The black-robed demon stammered as he kept glancing at Ian's expression, trying to intimidate him with his name, but the effect was not as good as he had imagined.

"That Crossroads Demon? It's like the saying goes, 'When the cat's away, the mice will play.'" Ian's expression didn't change, but he couldn't help but complain. He was genuinely amazed by the unique workplace environment in Hell.

Crowley.

This name is very memorable.

Like Sam, Death, and Good Father, it is an fusion from the same universe. Originally a demon traded at the Crossroads, it later seized the opportunity and indeed became the so-called King of Hell.

"Aren't you afraid of my father..."

The black-robed demon sensed Ian's emotions and grew increasingly desperate. Ian even knew about his father's profession, yet he was increasingly unable to figure out where Ian came from.

"Let's get back to this book, and stop rambling on about other useless things." Ian patted the strangely shaped ancient book in his hand. Even though the black-robed demon had a lot of resentment in his heart, he could only give an honest answer.

"I don't know its origin, and perhaps neither my father nor my brother know it either. The only thing I'm sure of is that it seems to possess an incredible power, as incredible as that of the Creator."

"Users can write and create powers that do not belong to this world on it." The black-robed demon told the truth, because he was afraid that Ian had some ability to test whether he was lying.

The powerful beings in hell almost all possess similar abilities.

"If it were really that powerful, would I have beaten you so badly?" Ian certainly couldn't read minds, so he looked very suspicious and patted the black-robed demon's face with the book in his hand.

“Creating rules is not something that can be done out of thin air; it requires magic as a support. It is precisely because I lack enough magic to use it that I need the Witch Supreme to die.”

"Only when the Sorceress Supreme dies can I become the new Sorcerer Supreme and acquire enough powerful magic," the black-robed demon continued to maintain his composure.

Because he didn't know if Ian was testing him.

Such a seasoned old devil.

No matter how cunning they are, anything is possible.

"Tell me about the Witch Queen, and about witches in general." This was a blind spot in Ian's knowledge, so he was eager to learn; he had always been the kind of person who loved learning since he was a child.

"Okay, okay."

In an attempt to curry favor with Ian, the black-robed demon hastily began revealing information, daring not to conceal anything. Just as Ian had expected, this was a part of the story he was unaware of.

wizard.

It is one of the oldest extraordinary professions in the world. Only those with special talents can become wizards, and these talents are related to an ancient bloodline.

"Descendants of ancient gods?"

Ian pondered the black-robed demon's words repeatedly.

Savoring the information contained within.

"Yes, that's right. This is information that many people don't know. The power of wizards has the characteristic of bloodline inheritance. Every wizard controls at least one powerful bloodline power."

"Among them, manipulation of elements, mind control, astral projection, teleportation, resurrection of the dead, prophecy, and mind reading are known as the Seven Wonders of Wizardry."

The black-robed demon began to speak at length, knowing that this was his value. "Of course, wizards may have other abilities, but only these seven miracles are the key to determining the strength of a bloodline."

"Only a wizard who can simultaneously control the power of the seven wonders is the descendant whose bloodline is closest to that of the ancient gods, and this person will obtain most of the magic left behind by the ancient gods in the human world."

"That is, the so-called Supreme Wizards—in fact, perhaps because the ancient gods are female, almost all Supreme Wizards are witches without exception."

"For this reason, witches naturally possess greater magical power than wizards." The black-robed demon broadened Ian's worldview, allowing him to experience a surge of knowledge.

talking.

The black-robed demon looked at Madison, who was engrossed in taking photos not far away. "She has passed many of the miracle tests. Although not all of them, she is very close to inheriting the position of the Supreme Witch. Therefore, she is definitely the best vessel for the aging Supreme Witch."

"I can't let that happen, because it would only add to the already powerful Sorceress of the High Priestess's magic." The black-robed demon explained why he had captured Madison.

"If anyone is to be reincarnated into this world, it has to be me."

Good guy.

That's really ruthless.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t care about this kind of thing.” Ian glanced back at Madison, who, despite escaping death, was still nonchalantly taking pictures.

The girl was taking a selfie next to the wrecked police car, her blonde hair fluttering in the evening breeze. The phone camera captured the tears she deliberately squeezed out and the abrasions on her collarbone.

A perfect "battle-damaged beauty" look.

"What do you mean?"

The black-robed demon didn't quite understand Ian's words.

"You just mentioned it, right? The reason the Supreme Witch must die is that only when the Supreme Witch dies can the portion of magic she possesses be transferred to someone with bloodlines similar to the Old Gods."

Ian frowned, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Yes."

The black-robed demon nodded in response.

He noticed that Ian was looking at him with increasingly strange eyes.

"what happened?"

The black-robed demon couldn't help but ask.

"Let me explain it to you. According to this rule, if you can kill all the other witches and wizards, all the magic of the ancient gods will be transferred to you."

Ian is genuinely thinking about it seriously again.

“Yes, if I could, I would certainly want to monopolize all the magic left behind by the ancient gods.” The black-robed demon showed honesty, making no attempt to conceal his ambition.

"Ah."

Ian nodded. "The idea is good, but have you ever thought about why the ancient god whose name you don't know still has residual magic in the human world?"

"Moreover, and most importantly, this magic can be inherited by different wizards in different eras. The closer the wizard's bloodline is to Him, the more magic he can be allocated."

"As a demon, don't you find this situation strange at all?" Ian looked at the demon with a blank expression and felt that the reason he had captured the guy was definitely not just because he was powerful enough.

“Take a moment to think about it, really think about it…” Ian never expected that he would have such a day, teaching a demon how to become a qualified demon.

"If you collect all the magic power from this ancient god, does that mean that at that moment, your bloodline will be infinitely close to that ancient god's?"

“I’m tempted by such a vessel, even if He isn’t.” Ian’s analysis was indeed reasonable, and these words directly filled the black-robed demon with terror.

"No...it shouldn't be, right?"

The black-robed demon was inwardly turmoil, yet he still refused to admit it. Why? To admit such a hypothesis might be true would prove he was a fool.
This is clearly a case of reincarnation leading to being reborn into a huge pit!

“Okay, sometimes it’s good to be a little stupid. I understand you. You’re an ostrich, aren’t you?” Ian clapped his hands, his emotions much calmer now, after all, he had just learned something new.

"Yes, yes, I am an ostrich."

The black-robed demon dared not refute. He watched Ian looking around, and a sense of unease rose in his heart. "I have told you everything I know."

This is a way of hoping that Ian will recognize the value he provides.

"Is that really all?"

Ian looked at the bound demon with suspicion.

“I swear in the name of my father, Crowley! It really is all of them!” The devil nodded frantically, the iron frame rattling. He certainly didn’t seem particularly bright.

It's obvious he didn't watch enough gangster movies when he was a kid.

There are no televisions in hell?

"alright."

Ian also smiled.

The demon forced a fawning smile, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"So...we're alright now, right?"

He cautiously probed, only to find that Ian had taken a kitchen knife and a paint bucket from not far away, and had even adjusted his posture to make himself appear to be hanging upside down.

"Didn't we agree everything was alright, bro?"

The demon, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, forced a smile, desperately trying to get closer to Ian. However, his attempt at addressing him only earned him a warning look from Ian.

“Who’s your brother! Watch your mouth!” Ian said righteously. “Just because our ancestors pretended to reconcile with you doesn’t mean there are no conflicts between us.”

"Do you even understand my family's tradition? With my family's deep-rooted knowledge, I am born with an irreconcilable conflict with evil creatures like you." Ian picked up another stone from the ground.

"Liar! Damn it! You're lying to me!" The black-robed demon's face turned as red as a pig's liver, but Ian thought he was just having a stroke.

That's a demon.

How could it be so easy to break through its defenses?

The brief time they spent together made Ian realize that the other person wasn't as petty as the Minotaur.

"Let me go! Let me go!!" The black-robed demon began to struggle desperately, but his strength was exhausted, and his magic was completely dormant because he had lost the book.

but.

This didn't stop the demon from frantically twisting its body with all its might. There was no other way; if it didn't move, even if it were truly stupid, the black-robed demon had already realized what it was about to face.

His pupils now reflected the image of Ian sharpening his knife.

"Don't worry, my father taught me what compassion is." Ian sharpened the knife vigorously, turning the kitchen knife he bought at the department store into a blade so sharp that even a chopping block would say it was good enough.

This is true kindness.

The moment the cleaver was drawn, the demon's blood began to flow wildly, and his skin began to turn a sickly grayish-white, with purple veins spreading across his face like a spider web.

This is because the loss of vitality begins to cause the demon to revert to its twisted, demonic form.

The pollution of human genes by demonic life is so severe. A sulfurous smell slowly spread, and Ian elegantly caught all the demonic blood in the iron bucket, as if receiving a glass of red wine.

The blood of demons is not red.

The blood of this son of hell is as thick and black as oil.

It looks like genuine fuel.

"Do not……"

The demon's screams gradually faded.

Until a certain moment.

"Sizzle!"

A translucent soul broke free from the corpse, resembling a twisted monster with extremely ugly wings. Just as it was about to fly away, it was grabbed by Ian, who had been waiting for this moment.

"How can it be?!"

The soul let out a piercing scream.

"I no longer exist in this world!"

He was puzzled.

Amidst the frantic roar.

Ian had already pulled out the ancient pendant. And indeed, the soul of the Son of Hell was extraordinary; the Death Knight had finally responded once again to this shameless follower. "Whoosh~"

The soul of the Demon God's son was absorbed into the pendant, and fine, blood-red patterns appeared on its surface, pulsating like blood vessels. Moments later, it relayed the gift from the Death Knight to Ian.

I saw.

The familiar crystal was ejected by the pendant.

“It was my godfather who captured the demon’s soul to play with. This is just a reward he picked out for me from his desserts.” Ian grabbed the crystal in mid-air.

A familiar and delicious taste.

It always has that amazing taste.

It melts at the entrance.

Power instantly surged through Ian's entire body.

Name: Ian Kent

【普通职业：学生lv7〔586/640〕作家lv1〔7/10〕】

【超凡职业：狂战士LV4〔69/80〕野蛮暴君lv3〔7/40〕】

[Global Recognition: Independent NPC]

[Talent Skill: Reverse Blood Forge, Perfect Divinity]

[Professional Skills: Self-Healing Frenzy, Iron Body, Blazing Sun Eyes.]

[Class Skill Points: Berserker [3] Savage Tyrant [1]]

[General Skill: Ian Kent Defense [Beginner] Learn [Elite]]

[General Skill Points: 7]

Strength: 23-26

[Physical fitness: 44-44.3]

Intelligence: 3.3-3.5

[Spirit: 7.9-21]

……

It's still that familiar feeling, still focusing on spiritual growth. It has to be said, perhaps the title "Child of Hell" does indeed carry some weight.

This is far more significant than the [spirit] boost brought by the demon god's clone!

Far exceeding Ian's predictions!
“I’ve become even stronger! But I still haven’t gone bald!” Ian subconsciously touched the top of his head and found that he hadn’t lost any hair. He could feel his eyes growing stronger.

Even the slight temporary decrease in vision caused by the continuous use of the Golden Ray was immediately restored, without Ian even having to use the [Self-Healing Frenzy] skill that consumes fat reserves.

It's not just that the time spent using skills can be significantly longer.

【Eye of the Blazing Sun: The eyes can release high-intensity laser beams. Continuous use will cause a temporary decrease in vision. The intensity of the laser beam depends on the user's mental attribute.】 Even the effect of using this skill has been enhanced to an epic level, roughly three times stronger than before.

“It’s a pity I have no place to use my skills.” Ian glanced regretfully at the upside-down corpse that had completely decayed and revealed its full demonic features.

The attribute boost wasn't the only benefit brought by the soul of this son of hell. After checking his personal panel, Ian immediately noticed the changes in his long list of status bars.

The Infernal Affairs

This is clearly an extra reward Ian received after sacrificing the Son of Hell to the Death Knight.

It is listed alongside the Death Knights.

"So there are benefits to this! No wonder he's such a generous godfather!" Ian didn't inherit his father's heat rays from the void, but his eyes were indeed a little red now.

The Son of Hell already gets extra rewards, so how wonderful would it be if we could capture the Son of Hell's father and all the other demons in Hell and offer them as sacrifices!
OK!
Ian was so worried about overthinking that he was afraid he was heading straight for hell!

He's really good at drilling now!

All you need to do is find the gate to hell!
[The Infernal Walker: You are exempt from the cost and can freely travel between the human world and hell.] Yes, this is a brief description of the rare positive buff on Ian.

The words are short.

This means it's a big deal.

But whether it's more important to someone is a matter of opinion.

Anyway, Ian is now genuinely grateful to his godfather and has decided that every year on the day he meets his godfather, he will set up several tables of KFC as offerings for his godfather to smell.

"Luck has truly been on my side."

Ian was in high spirits. He was carrying a fuel canister in one hand and a corpse that was beginning to twist back into its demonic form in the other. He was just about to call out to Madison that they could leave.

Unexpectedly, Madison had already finished taking a selfie and came running over excitedly.

"Ian, have you joined some weird organization? The Monster Association? Why are you getting messages from random numbers labeled 'Gotham Monster'?"

"He told you to send him the rest of the manuscript as soon as possible, in the way we agreed—it's not that I wanted to spy on you, it's just that I happened to see the message when it was sent."

Madison offered a defense of his already limited integrity.

Meaningless.

"Read less Japanese comics." Ian looked up at the sky. His eyesight was already excellent; he could see birds flying in the sky, but he hadn't yet reached the point where he could see satellites in the sky.

"The Gotham Freak must be telling me to slip away quickly. It can't be that the manuscript he took back was stolen again, can it?" Ian quickly looked around.

He pondered for a moment.

immediately.

He temporarily put down the series of materials in his hand, pulled out two little devils from the bound demon gang, and without saying a word, snapped their necks.

"Have you switched personalities again?"

Madison blinked as she saw Ian's decisive action.

"roll."

Ian thought Madison's foul language was so offensive, but he didn't actually have a split personality. Rather, most normal people would feel the same lack of pity for demons as he did.

“Watch closely, learn well, that is wisdom.” Ian calculated the location and placed the two little devils in the middle of the ruins, arranging them in a posture that suggested they were fighting each other.

Someone has to pay for the terrible situation in this region, right? As for the instigator, Ian is willing to hand over two of them, which really shows that he is considering the interests of the officials in Metropolis.

"A kind man! I truly live up to my name!" Ian grabbed the bunch of materials he had gathered, picked up the bucket, and ran off. Madison, who was still editing photos on Ian's phone, didn't even get a taste of his tail.

"Wait for me!"

Madison wasn't stupid either.

Knowing what staying here would mean, he quickly jogged to catch up with Ian—the two arrived outside the restaurant where everyone around them was unconscious on the ground.

"This must be some trick by that demon, misusing my spellbook." Ian looked up at the sky thoughtfully, but didn't see the Seven Wolves. Even Superman hadn't noticed anything unusual about this neighborhood, so it was clear that the spellbook he was carrying in his belt was no ordinary thing.

"Isn't that the magic book you stole?"

Madison's thinking can sometimes be a bit stubborn.

Right.

If she weren't so stubborn, she wouldn't have waited so long on the playground yesterday.

“He’s a time assassin. You don’t understand. He stole my magic book from the past.” Ian’s twisted logic always made sense, and Madison felt he had learned something new.

"Oh."

she replied.

As Ian opened the hood of a Dodge Hellcat and pulled out three black men, Madison was only surprised that Ian actually had a car. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the parking lot orange-red, and the Hellcat's black paint gleamed with an eerie metallic sheen in the light.

"You actually own a car? And a brand new one of this caliber?" Madison circled the car, her thoughts sometimes jumping around even more wildly than Ian's.

"You're so rich, yet you only bought me one orange!?"

Madison was still carrying the belated oranges. After all, they were oranges she had waited for, and they were much more valued than oranges that she had paid for, even though the oranges looked spoiled.

"Yes! The most important thing is that these oranges are all covered in green mold!"

Madison pulled out an orange and waved it in front of Ian.

"Bullshit! I just bought these oranges yesterday!" Ian glanced at them, and it seemed that there were indeed some green fuzz on the oranges. "That's fruit bloom. You've definitely never eaten blueberries before."

He can always find a new excuse.

however.

This time, however, did not fool Madison.

"You're talking nonsense! Oranges don't have any fruit whitening... If it really is fruit whitening, then take a bite and show me." Girls love to eat fruit, so they have quite a bit of common sense about this.

"I won't eat what you've touched."

Ian stuffed all the demons into the trunk—normal trunks can't hold them all, but his car was different; he could fit as many as he wanted in the trunk.

"Do you know your arm is bleeding?" Ian saw Madison standing there with a pool of blood dripping from her feet, and she suspected that the girl was deliberately hurting herself to get better photos.

Some people are just capable of doing things like this.

"I accidentally got scratched by a streetlamp... Damn, I definitely licked it a few times." Madison couldn't stand Ian's suspicion, and belatedly covered her wound.

"It's okay, I have a band-aid."

Ian opened the passenger door and took out his leftover sanitary napkins.

"No, will this stop the bleeding?" Madison questioned, looking completely bewildered. She couldn't even understand why Ian would have something like this in his car.

“This is the nighttime version, it’s incredibly absorbent, I’ve tried it.” Ian answered seriously, even helping to remove the “band-aid.” Madison felt that his deskmate was both perverted and considerate.

"I'll do it myself."

Madison hesitated for a moment, then chose to refuse, licking her wound a couple more times—this time, her unreliable witch powers actually worked.

The wound healed rapidly.

It's even faster than Ian's low-level self-healing ability.

"pity."

Ian looked at the sanitary napkin in his hand, which had already been opened, and in the spirit of thrift, he stuffed it back into the packaging bag, and then gave the whole bag to Madison.

“Use it when the time is right this month, and then you’ll know I wasn’t wrong.” Ian still wanted to prove he wasn’t lying.

"..."

Madison was rendered speechless.

“Oh, there are these too. I don’t think I’ll need them. I bought too many when I was stopping my pet’s bleeding.” Ian handed the remaining dozens of packs of sanitary napkins to Madison.

"Wait, what are you doing???" Looking at the cleaning supplies that he couldn't even fit in his hands, Madison really wanted to ask Ian if his pet was a female elephant!
“Oh, this is my pet, and also my in-car entertainment system.” To prove he wasn’t a pervert, Ian even took out a demon head from his bag.

The Minotaur's status in Ian's heart is rising along with its influence.

"This is also a demon?"

Madison spoke cautiously, afraid of revealing his lack of knowledge.

"Ah."

As Ian answered, he stopped the orange cat from escaping. Madison, watching Ian tuck a feigning-sleeping demon's head under his armpit, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single comment for a long time.

"Oh, this world has gone mad. I'd better go home and have some nightmares to calm down." Madison scratched her hair and tried to climb into the passenger seat. However, she had barely poked her head in when Ian grabbed her and tossed her into the back like a helpless kitten.

"Were you trying to put me in the trunk too?" The blonde girl with messy hair was stunned. She hugged the orange cat that Ian had thrown into the car in the same way not long before her.

"Sorry, it was just a fluke."

Ian will apologize when necessary. He picked up the fuel canister and went to the side of the Hellcat, beginning to pour high-grade demon blood into the Hellcat's fuel tank.

have to say.

Premium fuel really makes a difference. The Hellcat purred contentedly, and the patterns on its body began to writhe and change, revealing ancient, mysterious runes.

"This pure blood! You killed a demon king's son?!" The demon head stopped pretending to be dead; it had actually sensed the aura of the slain high demon long ago, under Ian's armpit.

It's because my heart is trembling.

It will then choose to play dead.

“It’s okay, you have some too. Eat them all before I get home. If my mom finds out even a drop of blood, you’re dead.” Ian threw his Abyss Barrel into the trunk.

He has his own ideas.

【Ian’s Spellbook】sounds pretty good, but Ian doesn’t intend to actually provide magic himself, so he needs this demon, who’s only left with a head, to become stronger.

Ian, mindful of how problematic DC magic can be, was far too cautious.

The Minotaur obviously didn't have that.

"Don't worry! I'm an expert at destroying evidence! Look! This pure demon flesh and blood! And the lingering aura of the Demon King's son! I feel my rank is about to be elevated!"

Once the bull's head was thrown into the trunk, it immediately became extremely excited and began to devour it frantically, completely unaware of Ian's intentions. This is understandable; there's clearly a reason why it would be sporting a bull's head instead of a more intelligent one.

"Eat up, eat up, eat more, and get stronger!"

Ian was overjoyed. At this moment, he had already envisioned how he would have this demon provide him with magic power, and then use his extraordinary talent to create some great magic.

That is absolutely true greatness!
“Um…” Madison knocked on the window at this moment, “Ian, your car is on fire, do I really not need to get out? I feel that the color of the fire is a bit strange.”

Madison is holding a cat.

Try to make yourself appear as if you've seen a lot of the world.

“Of course a hellcat breathes hellfire, that’s normal,” Ian explained patiently. Madison, who had been making a fuss, suddenly understood and felt his knowledge grow once again.

She felt that she was actually quite good at learning.

I just didn't learn the right knowledge in school.

And look at Madison's attitude.

Ian also highly values ​​those who are humble and willing to learn.

"Don't worry, little punk. Even though your strength level isn't high, as long as you're happy to be my accessory, I'll leave this car to you when I die."

"By the way, the position of Sorcerer Supreme that my mentor Tony Stark passed down to me will also be yours. That sounds much better than being called the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Just shave your head, and you'll become stronger."

Ian felt that his PUA skills were becoming more and more proficient.

Madison can't play.

But she looks like a supermom.

Scarce resources.

Even if you don't need it yourself, you still have to bring it into the team.

"Um... forget about the bald guy... Judging from your tone, I get the feeling you're very confident you'll die after me?" Madison knew quite a bit about Ian.

"Nonsense!"

Lies don't hurt.

But the truth will surely reveal that some people make a lot of noise when they close the passenger door.

"No way! How is it running by itself! Holy crap!!" Even though Madison tried her best to hide her big chest and no brains, she was still startled by the Hellcat that suddenly started running.

“This is a new energy vehicle, of course it can run by itself.” Ian didn’t turn around. His answer made Madison learn something new. He swallowed hard and carefully wrote down the key points.

Perhaps they were too drunk.

Hellcats is playing really upbeat music.

"Don't play music, I'm thinking." Ian manually turned off Hellcat's radio, looking at the compass in his hand—Miss Death's compass was still pointing in an unknown direction.

It doesn't refer to the heavy magic book in Ian's hand.

"Isn't this it?"

Ian stroked his chin, unable to understand what Miss Death wanted him to find. Meanwhile, Madison, who had just noticed the Hellcat running faster and faster before suddenly taking off, was extremely nervous.

She hugged the cat tightly in her arms, and in an attempt to change the subject, she started talking to Ian, "I think your previous ancestor wasn't arrogant enough."

“We need to add a touch of rudeness.” Madison said confidently. The thing that could make this green tea girl relax the most was, of course, something related to her beloved career.

Ian, who had been pondering, immediately became interested. "Hmm? That demon is dead, but I haven't even asked his name yet. Wasn't I rude enough?"

He felt he had been very rude.

"That's not enough. The characters in your comics are the same; they all lack real recklessness." Madison's voice was firm and decisive; that's how classmates really influence each other.

"Perhaps you're right. Even though he mocked me so much, I didn't feel like my moral standards had dropped at all—it seems my personal character is just too high."

Ian is reflecting on his actions.

He looked thoughtfully at his negative buff, "Perfect Divinity".

The toad is moving.

He punched the toad.

The car gradually flew away.

About ten minutes later.

The unconscious people on the street began to wake up one by one.

People looked around blankly, some trying to call the police but finding their phones missing. In the chaos, a woman wearing a black veil silently appeared at the entrance of the fast food restaurant.

"It seems something happened on that street over there." A waiter approached, rubbing his temples. "Excuse me, sir, we may have to close for the day."

"Everyone is unconscious. It's possible that the military is using civilians to experiment with poison gas. This behavior is absolutely insane..." The waiter seemed to be a conspiracy theorist.

In this regard.

The veiled woman was not interested.

She simply raised her pale fingers and pressed them against the waiter's temples. The next moment, the waiter's eyes immediately became vacant, as if his memories were being read.

"Ok?"

After a while.

The woman withdrew her finger.

She quickly closed her eyes and used some kind of ability—everyone in the restaurant showed a blank expression, and during the memory reading, the woman's expression under her veil became unusually solemn.

"That can't be!"

A cry of surprise.

By the time the waiter came to his senses, the woman had vanished. Five minutes later, in a dark alley, the veiled woman who had mysteriously disappeared pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Mother, I..."

She spoke into the phone, recounting the absurd information she had pieced together after conducting further investigation. It was indeed absurd enough that the person on the other end remained silent for a long time.

"You mean to say that our prospective witch hired a powerful exorcist for eight hundred dollars and killed a demon king's son before we even had a chance to react?"

"And this human hasn't been eaten by that book yet?" The old, hoarse voice had a strange tone. If it weren't for her daughter making the call, she would definitely think the other person was playing a trick on her.

how to say.

It's understandable that this aged voice would have such thoughts; after all, hearing this from the veiled woman would seem abnormal to anyone with normal logic.

How to describe it?
It was as absurd as a street gang fight where one side hired Darkseid as a thug. The veiled woman tried desperately to explain to her mother that she had checked repeatedly.

She was panicked.

No one knew the woman on the other end of the phone better than her.

The Supreme Witch.

She was a terrifying being that even she, as a daughter, feared.

"Don't be nervous, my child, come back first... Of course I believe you. After all, there are many things in this world that are inexplicable but have actually happened before our eyes."

The Supreme Witch's voice quickly calmed down after the initial emotional fluctuations.

"Okay, mother."

Relieved, the veiled woman's pale fingers gently brushed across the ancient bricks of the wall. With an almost inaudible sound, her figure vanished like a chalk drawing being erased.

Disappeared from the spot in an instant.

This was the teleportation magic from the Seven Wonders mentioned by the devil. When she reappeared, the veiled woman was already standing under the stained glass of a Gothic cathedral.

Several witch apprentices were wiping candlesticks when they saw the veiled woman and immediately bowed in respect.

"Principal Fox."

The witch apprentices were unusually respectful.

"good afternoon."

The veiled woman, Cordelia Fox, gave a perfunctory reply, her long robe brushing against the cold marble floor as she strode towards her office.

However, she did not enter the office.

Instead, it stopped in the empty corridor, in front of the broken statue of the Virgin Mary. Cordelia placed her hand on it, and the statue slowly moved away with a dull thud.

I saw.

There is a secret passage behind the stone statue.

It was a deep, spiraling staircase. A damp, musty smell mixed with the aroma of herbs wafted towards me.

"I hope Mother hasn't made a move yet." Cordelia lifted her skirt and descended the stairs step by step, the candlelight automatically igniting a bluish-green flame as she passed.

In the center of the basement.

A hunched figure was facing away from the entrance.

"Mother."

Cordelia called softly.

She was cautious.

"After I've thought it over, I'll examine your memories." The Supreme Sorcerer Fiona's voice was hoarse and weak. She didn't turn around but kept staring at the enormous glass sphere in front of her.

I saw.

The sphere was filled with a dark, viscous liquid, with occasional eerie blue specks of light drifting within, like trapped fireflies, as pathetic as the unconscious man bound inside. He was a pale, emaciated man with long, disheveled hair, curled up in a position resembling a fetus in the womb.

"This god who has fallen to the mortal realm... how can I take away his supreme power?" the Supreme Witch murmured, as if she pondered the same question every day.

(End of this chapter)