Chapter 158: Ian And Sangong Mo! The New King Of Hell!
Blood light obscured the sun.
The sky of hell was a solidified dark red, and countless translucent souls drifted across the cracked earth. They wandered aimlessly, their hollow eyes reflecting eternal pain.
This was the Limbo, the edge of Hell, where lost souls would wander for eternity.
“They all say souls are assigned after death, but in this Hell, there are still so many souls who can’t afford housing.” Ian sat on the roof of the Hellcat, sighing with emotion.
This was clearly the result of Lucifer’s negligence in management. Three-year-old Lu simply didn’t have the wisdom of Master Ian, the Evil God. The best revenge against God would clearly be to make Hell more beautiful than Heaven.
As long as every soul in Hell had a house, a car, and a few shapeshifting imps for every man and woman, who would still yearn to go to Heaven to enjoy bliss?
In a complete reversal, Hell was where one truly enjoyed life!
“Alas, I have a heart full of passion, but I lack a Hell household registration, so I can only visit occasionally, and help demons by harvesting some excess kidneys and livers…”
Ian liked to harvest things.
He only promised not to harvest the scalps of demons.
“Praise you! Great God Ian! Your ideas are truly wonderful! You are so ruthless and cunning, you are definitely born to be a great Lord in Hell!” The Demonic Minotaur’s flattery was always the same few tricks. He had exhausted his repertoire and wanted to get some of the demons’ kidneys from Ian.
What?
Those were its compatriots?
Demons eat their compatriots!
A demon that doesn’t eat its compatriots isn’t a good demon! The Hellcat’s engine, wanting to refuel at the self-service gas station, also let out a joyful roar, leaving two smoking trails on the scorched earth.
“Cunning, I like that description. Say more if you want to say it.” Ian always thought of it as a compliment. He patted the head on his waist with satisfaction.
In the distance, a massive gate made of piled bones gradually came into focus—the entrance to the depths of Hell. On the hillside of ghouls before the gate, countless rotting arms writhed powerlessly.
“Wuwuwu—”
As the Hellcat approached.
The ghouls suddenly let out a collective piercing wail. This sound awakened the slumbering gatekeeper, a five-meter-tall lava giant, who rose from the pile of corpses.
The chains on its body rattled.
“Halt!”
The gatekeeper demon’s voice rumbled like thunder.
“Realm of Hell, living beings may not—”
Of course, it didn’t pause deliberately. The Hellcat didn’t give it a chance to finish, and with a burst of speed, it charged head-on, crashing into the demon’s chest like a maddened bull.
“Bang~”
Not only the gatekeeper demon was affected, but the great gate of Hell, which it couldn’t open itself, was also caught in the crossfire. The Hellcat sent the gatekeeper demon, along with the gate, flying into the inner rings of Hell.
In this layered, dimension-within-dimension Hell, this was perhaps the first time in history that such a thing had happened, and Hell welcomed a rather localized “Motorcycle Saint”!
“Meow~” The Hellcat pressed down on the gatekeeper demon, letting out an excited honk. Dozens of metal straws suddenly popped out of its fuel tank, all pointed at the massive body of the gatekeeper demon.
It was anxious.
It craved the nourishment of demon blood.
Just as Ian could never forget after eating a Demon God, the Hellcat, after drinking demon blood, found everything else bland. This was likely a classic case of being spoiled.
“Get lost! Damn you! You’re not a demon! What are you?” The gatekeeper demon struggled frantically, but the straws extended by the Hellcat clung to it like leeches, refusing to let go.
Perhaps the gatekeeper demon’s status wasn’t low, and its skin had sufficient defense. Even with all its strength, the Hellcat could only make a “gurgling” sound.
It couldn’t breach its defenses.
Naturally, it couldn’t extract any Hell-brand demon oil.
“Wuwuwu~” It honked pitifully, its headlights flashing as if complaining, and its exhaust pipe puffed out a few clouds of black smoke in disappointment. Master Ian couldn’t stand to see his beloved Hellcat go hungry.
It had saved Ian’s family’s lives.
“What an unobservant demon! Smart demons know to stick their own blood vessels into my cat’s fuel tank!” Ian suddenly drew a short sword emitting holy light from his palm-sized pants pocket. A not-so-strong holy fire was ignited, exuding a rule that represented absolute sharpness.
“No! You’re an Archangel! An Archangel is attacking Hell! Lord Lucifer, save me!” The gatekeeper demon’s pupils dilated sharply, its ferocious face filled with terror.
Its cry for help echoed across the vast wasteland of Hell.
However.
There was no response. It was normal; Lucifer was currently disciplining his good brother and wouldn’t be interested in paying attention to the countless demons in Hell.
“Swish! Swish!”
Ian cleanly slashed the demon twice. The demon’s flesh was like crispy roasted meat, instantly tearing open and rotting. Hot, lava-like demon blood spurted from the wounds.
The Hellcat’s straws began to tremble with excitement and started to feast.
“Leave some for me! Leave some for me!” The Demon Head, Baal, was so anxious it jumped up and down. It rolled from Ian’s waist to the ground and opened its mouth, tearing into the demon’s flesh and blood.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +996】
The Demon Head ate meat, the Hellcat drank blood, and Ian absorbed energy. Everyone seemed to have a bright future. The Demon Head was the weakest, and after eating only a few bites, it was full and began to evolve again.
However.
Its evolution was not as obvious as the Hellcat’s.
With the feeding.
The Hellcat’s shell was clearly changing—the dark red armor wriggled like a living creature, a sharp ramming horn grew on its head, and the exhaust pipes transformed into the shape of demon horns.
【 Hell Operating System 2.0 Installing. New Features: Soul Navigation, Sin Radar, Demon Voice Assistant】 It was clear that it had gained an extra surprise from this refueling.
The upgraded Hellcat excitedly drifted in place, its tires burning a 666 mark on the ground.
“Not bad, not bad. Now it’s worthy of the name ‘Hellcat’.” Ian looked at his beloved car with satisfaction. The Hellcat, which understood double meanings, seemed to have also significantly improved its intelligence.
After admiring the Hellcat’s transformation, he turned to the gatekeeper demon, which had already become a dried husk. The latter was using its last bit of strength to draw a cross on its chest.
“Why are you, a demon, drawing a cross?”
Ian asked curiously.
“I have to try something.”
The demon said weakly. The cross it drew itself was incredibly effective. It finally choked on its last breath, under the backlash of this act of “disobedience” from its own race.
“…” Ian found it truly difficult to evaluate the demon’s behavior. He hadn’t expected to encounter such an abstract demon. Its attempt to betray its kind was truly a bit foolish.
“Today is a good day~”
This was actually a Chinese song. The Hellcat, still not satisfied, retracted its straws and let out a burp, spewing a burst of hellfire from its exhaust pipe. Baal, patting its round belly, reached deep into its throat with its own blood vessels. As a Demon Head that considered itself its own body, Baal had complete self-awareness—but it was truly weak. After eating so much meat, only the horns on its head had become brighter, longer, and thicker, with some small barbs growing on them.
“You can’t even pretend to be evolving well, what a waste of food.” Ian once again tucked the Demon Head onto his waist and politely reinstalled the gate of Hell in its original position.
This was the good quality expected of a child from a well-off family. Devouring local natives was one thing, but being polite was another. No one had ever stipulated that these two could not coexist harmoniously.
“Wuwu, where is this, I’m so scared.” Ian finished eating and wiping himself clean. This time, he remembered to brush his teeth and then disguised himself as a little boy lost in Hell.
To increase the demons’ attraction.
Ian also put on overalls—this trick worked very well. Ian cried in a pre-pubescent voice, perfectly embodying a lost human cub. He deliberately tripped over a protruding tree root and fell with a splash onto the scorched earth. Then, the first low-level demon poked its head out of a lava crevice.
“Oh? A tender, living human? And my favorite little boy from when I was alive.” This demon, which resembled a mutated lizard, rubbed its claws, and its viscous saliva sizzled as it dripped onto the hot ground.
It was clearly a demon that had become so after a human priest fell into Hell.
Ian curled up into a ball.
His shoulders trembled pitifully.
“I, I can’t find my mommy and daddy.”
His acting might not have been Oscar-worthy, but it was certainly commendable.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid~ Uncle will take you to find them.”
The demon grinned, revealing its bloody maw, and chuckled. It extended its barbed tongue, but just as it was about to touch the boy, the boy grabbed its tongue.
“Gotcha!”
The “little boy,” who had been trembling, suddenly flipped over like a carp and pulled the demon towards him. Then, a division of labor ensued with the car and the Demon Head.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +99】
The little demon’s energy wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +87】
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +56】
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +33】
…
“Someone help me…”
Ian transformed into a little boy in a nun’s habit.
He knelt before a cross and prayed.
“I just jumped off a building, how did I end up here?”
This time, he appeared as a middle schooler with a backpack.
“Is there anyone kind…”
With the 【 Myriad Manifestations】, Ian instantly gave himself a wig.
He was the true shapeshifter.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +21】
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +19】
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +13】
The continuous sting operations allowed Ian to reap considerable rewards. However, his digestive capacity had its limits, but that didn’t mean the demons could escape his calculations.
He did, in fact, keep his promise.
He truly hadn’t touched any demon’s scalp. The youth just frantically stuffed the demons he couldn’t eat or digest into his extra dimension, one, two, many—while reaping rich rewards, Ian felt he had found his own heaven. If he had preservatives on hand, he would have even made demon canned food.
“Oh! God Ian! I think this wave has at least brought me to the peak of Intermediate Demon Rank Nine, the ultimate Rank Nine, the King of Intermediate Demons!”
The Demonic Minotaur was familiar with the rank classifications Ian had explained to it.
“Keep it up!”
Ian was busy labeling the newly captured demons. His perfunctory reply was a great encouragement to the Demonic Minotaur, which had evolved to automatically fill in the blanks for every word Ian spoke—this wasn’t just a short statement, but a sign of God Ian’s trust, favor, and love!
“Praise God Ian!”
The Demonic Minotaur had completed its self-indoctrination.
Loyalty +1.
“Continue, continue. Expose your true nature and pretend to be injured. You’ll definitely trick more demons.” Ian also possessed ample leadership thinking. He knew that a boss couldn’t do everything himself, otherwise, what would be the meaning and joy of being a boss or a leader?
“Okay, okay!”
The Demon Head quickly complied.
Another wave of trapping.
Ian wasn’t worried about driving the demons to extinction, because there were endless demons, just like there were no pain receptors in kaiju, a common knowledge even DC fans knew.
“The American Wildlife Protection Association never prohibited law-abiding citizens from catching demons!” Ian was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten why he had come to Hell.
How to say it.
It wasn’t exactly putting the cart before the horse. After all, Ian, Master of the Great Celestial Empire, had his own way of measuring what was important and what was not. Who could say that a soul from the Great Celestial Empire who liked to hoard food was not doing proper business?
Just as the youth was starting to argue again, on the distant sulfur mountain, Crowley, who had just returned to Hell, trembled as he held a telescope, constantly observing Ian’s sudden visit.
“Sigh~”
As the current de facto leader of Hell, Crowley knew that if he saw such an act of hunting small demons and did nothing, he would lose some support and authority.
“I have to do something!” Crowley was a man who valued fame and status. Seeing Ian going too far, he gritted his teeth and made a daring decision.
Behold.
He extended his palm, gathered magic power, and then resolutely took action—the acting king of Hell, with lightning speed, gouged out his own two eyeballs.
Not only that, but he also sealed the eyeballs in an iron box. This way, with his eyes sealed and unable to see, the crisis that would harm his dignity was naturally resolved.
“The weather in Hell is so nice today, but unfortunately, I can’t see anything.” Crowley muttered with a sigh, feeling proud of his intelligence.
Having climbed to his current position with a human soul, his intelligence far surpassed most demons. His subordinate next to him, for example, did not possess his level of intelligence.
“Your Excellency, are we just going to stand by and watch that Archangel act so recklessly? That guy is weakening the future hope of our Hell!” The subordinate waved his steel fork angrily, his tone indignant and filled with hatred. He genuinely felt indignant for the other demons, as Hell had its own blossoming talents.
Hearing this.
Crowley raised his hand and patted the subordinate beside him.
“What else can we do? Let him stuff me into his fuel tank too? Become fuel for his cursed vehicle? Damn it, that car isn’t a demon at all; it runs on the sin contained within demon blood!”
“This is more terrifying than an angel, incredibly… wicked!”
His voice was filled with the helplessness of a punching bag, yet his actions were not affected by this emotion. He remained decisive, directly clapping his hands together and smashing the subordinate demon’s head into fragments.
“Boss…”
The subordinate, having lost its core, collapsed to the ground and, in an instant, turned into a pile of red earth, nourishing the land of Hell. Crowley, who had acted with such ruthlessness, expressionlessly took out a pack of tissues.
“Understanding the times is how one lives longer, both in the human world and in Hell.” As he wiped his soiled hands, he couldn’t help but think of his conversation with Lucifer before returning to Hell—that boy might not be powerful, but the glory he possessed was definitely a bane to all angels and demons.
The boon granted by death was never the boy’s most troublesome attribute.
It was God’s favor!
Those who couldn’t see this point couldn’t kill the boy, while those who could see it didn’t dare to act rashly. This was truly a persistent nuisance that permeated Heaven and Hell!
“Sigh, while he’s here, I need to find a long-term hiding spot.” Crowley turned and left, heading to his secret restroom for a tactical retreat.
Meanwhile.
The Hellcat continued its journey with Ian.
He rode on the roof of the Hellcat, inspecting today’s haul.
Low-level demons ×147
Mid-level demons ×63
High-level demons ×23
Unknown breed mutated demons ×7
…
This was the nature of a hoarder. Wanting to tally his gains, Ian, amidst his own cheers, was taken by the Hellcat through layer after layer of dimensions to Hell’s most representative structure.
The tallest, largest, and most conspicuous throne. There were no great demons jumping out along the way, as any being capable of being a great demon was cunning. Even though Ian’s Hellcat had passed through the dimension of the Hell Lords.
The Hell Lord happened to be out. Because of this, Ian’s journey was very smooth, so smooth that he felt a bit disappointed. Fortunately, the Hellcat played music for him. The lyrics were very rhyming and seemed to be quite flattering. However, learning to rhyme and flatter was a prerequisite for becoming a high-level demon in the DC universe.
“Look, Lucifer’s throne is uneven, and there are stone blocks constantly floating on the seat of the throne… I bet they are the only things in this world that have kissed the Hell Lord’s behind!”
What truly re-energized Ian was the throne’s appearance. However, his sudden whimsical thought made the Demon Head and the Hellcat dare not respond or agree.
“Human souls are all around here.”
The Demonic Minotaur changed the subject, though not too abruptly.
This was where Lucifer watched countless humans fall, surrounded by a giant structure made of innumerable cubes, appearing like a twisted beehive from afar. Each cube was a transparent cell, imprisoning fallen souls who relived the most guilt-ridden moments of their lives day after day.
Ian stepped on the Hellcat’s engine.
With a graceful landing, he stopped before this “City of Repentance.” Black snow, like ashes from burnt paper, constantly fell through the air.
“Welcome to Hell’s Real Estate Development Zone! This area guarantees at least second-ring city prices!” Ian certainly remembered he needed to save someone, but finding Hannibal in this boundless “city” wouldn’t be easy. There were many Hannibals in this world, and even if there were names posted outside the door, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Opening the first Hannibal Lecter’s room, Ian found the wrong person—inside the cell, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was kneeling on the ground, cradling a young girl with a bruised, purplish face. He was weeping profusely, confessing and apologizing frantically, and the needle of a syringe was clearly visible in his wrist.
“Baby… Daddy was wrong, Daddy shouldn’t have…” The man’s crying came to an abrupt halt. The scene reset, and he woke up on the sofa, feeling unwell, so he began searching the room frantically.
“Daddy, Daddy, don’t hurt yourself anymore!”
“Get lost!”
The man picked up the syringe again.
Trembling, he injected an unknown liquid into his body.
Reason was swallowed by medicine.
He woke up again.
The man saw his child’s corpse once more.
The scene of weeping repeatedly played out.
Then.
At the peak of his heart-wrenching despair, the hellish cycle would reset.
It was like a new day, yet the same day. The man repeated this process over and over. With each cycle, he forgot what had happened before.
Drugs.
Accidental harm.
Weeping.
Hell gave the man chance after chance, yet he never made a different choice, much like the streetwalker also named 【Hannibal Lecter】 in another cell.
A heavily made-up woman was counting money. Every time she counted to the seventh bill, she would see the smiley face drawn on it, and as if remembering something, her expression would change drastically, and she’d cry out and rush towards the door.
However.
When a voice behind her called out, offering her services, her fingertips would hesitate the moment they touched the doorknob, and then the entire world would reset to her sitting by the bed counting money.
“This customer… is actually my first love?” Ian didn’t know what the streetwalker’s guilt stemmed from. He had searched for several Hannibal Lecters consecutively without finding the person he was looking for. He only witnessed various kinds of people repeating cycles, and each trapped soul never changed their degradation.
This was also to be expected. After all, based on Ian’s understanding, over countless years, no one in Hell had ever successfully escaped their “prison cage.” Even though the door to leave the cage was unlocked, and they could leave at any time, no one could take that step.
Regarding this.
Ian also displayed his helpful spirit.
“Brother, are there still properties in the Human World? Can you afford an indulgence?”
“Can afford it? That’s great! You’re truly my good brother. Once I find a psychiatrist, younger brother will come save you~”
“Can’t afford it? Then please move, I have great use for this house. I want to establish a new era of private prisons in Hell. I need to collect ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety cells gifted to me by nature.”
……
He inspected the cells one by one, occasionally stopping to chat with the “residents.” The souls who were driven out stood in the corridor in a daze, having lost their purpose in life after being freed from their cycles.
“Where… where should I go?”
Someone asked Ian.
“You’re American and don’t know how to be a drifter? Of course, you go out and wander! Be a happy homeless person in Hell!” Ian also enthusiastically pointed the way for the souls he had dragged out.
“No! You can’t do this!” The souls driven out of the rooms felt incredibly complex emotions. They hadn’t fully woken from their cycles yet, but this didn’t stop them from realizing their predicament.
Who would have thought that even in Hell, there would be a time of homelessness!
“Of course, I can do this. See this coin? Seeing it is like seeing Lucifer. I am the Vice President of Hell, the Second Master. The Second Master does whatever he wants.”
Ian felt he had encountered Hell’s troublemakers. He had already saved these people from their cycles, yet they still didn’t know how to be grateful. It served them right that they would end up in Hell after death.
“But we’re still in Hell!”
“Yes! We want to go to Heaven!”
“Unless you send us to Heaven! Otherwise, don’t even think about taking our houses!”
……
Many human souls surrounded Ian, protesting.
“Alright, you can’t afford indulgences and still can’t reflect on your sins. You might as well go up to Heaven to cool off.” Ian forcefully kicked the butts of the lost souls in Hell, sending them flying like stars in the sky.
One kick for each soul.
Distributing evenly.
This could also be considered a selfless act of great love, fulfilling the wishes of these lost souls. After completing this good deed, Ian continued to clear out the prison cells in Hell.
He also fiercely carved teleportation arrays in the cells, aiming to be able to transport prisoners over long distances in the Human World. This way, his Old Father would surely not have to worry about him not adhering to the no-kill principle.
“What are you doing?” Demon Baal saw Ian installing sewing machines and assembly lines in the cells. Its usually large bull eyes seemed to be shrinking into pea-sized ones.
“You clearly haven’t visited a private prison. This is how our private prisons are. I provide cells for the criminals, and of course, the criminals must repay me with labor—you know, America has an eighty-year-old president, but absolutely no free prison cells! Even my dear fan, Jack, would only get an 80% discount!”
Ian’s voice was sonorous, each word striking the hearts of the demon heads.
“……”
Demonic Minotaur felt that Ian had come to the right place in Hell. If Sangong Mo had half the brains of this eccentric god, he would have long ago dominated Hell and become an even more powerful King of Hell.
“Oh, Wayne Enterprises will definitely be acquired by me. I’ll have a batch of Pal-level criminals remodeled today, and then they’ll undergo remodeling again tomorrow in a cycle, never remembering how many days they’ve been remodeled!”
Just as Ian was busy setting up the 233rd “Ian Garment Factory.”
The entire City of Repentance suddenly vibrated violently.
Sulfur crystals rained down with crackling sounds from the sky. A roar from some ancient creature echoed from the distance—as the anomaly escalated, Vual, one of the seventy-two demon gods, descended amidst flames. At this moment, the sky of Hell tore open, and sulfur fire poured down like a torrential rain. Vual’s true form rose from the abyss.
“Do you remember me, human?”
His demon god body blotted out the sky, appearing both ferocious and small, like a loli. The dragon-like wings behind him were each burning with the unquenchable fire of sin.
Millions of wailing souls struggled between these wings.
“Who are you? Sorry, as a benefactor, I tend to be forgetful.” Ian indeed did not recognize the demon god Vual, and he didn’t understand why the other party looked so resentful.
He had always been benevolent and rarely made enemies. Even if he did, he would ensure that his enemies could no longer cross him from the outset.
“You don’t remember me? Heh, you once devoured a wisp of my clone. I said you would eventually regret it, and I never expected you to walk right into my grasp!”
Vual’s voice was venomous. Only he knew how much he had been ridiculed in Hell due to his clone being eaten. At this moment, his gaze towards Ian was filled with anger.
“It’s you!”
Ian looked up at the ancient demon god, blinked, and his Super Brain rapidly searched his memory, successfully locking onto the corresponding target. His expression immediately changed, and he slapped his thigh.
“Delicious Snack Coupon!”
Ian’s face contorted with greed. Not only was he not scared, but he frantically swallowed, his words filled with regret, constantly blaming himself for being so forgetful as a benefactor.
“????????”
Vual was stunned by Ian’s reaction, and then he flew into a rage. The rules of Hell twisted under his will, and terrifying power poured down like a flood.
A strong wind blew.
It was not just a wind.
It carried the will to disintegrate Ian’s flesh and blood.
【Berserker Experience Points+13】
【Berserker Experience Points+16】
【Berserker Experience Points+19】
……
Behold.
Ian’s flesh and blood began to peel away like fine sand, as if the wind would turn him into dust. His jade-white bones began to be exposed, like Wolverine being ravaged by the Phoenix Force.
Of course.
The situation was similar.
However, Ian could yap much more than Wolverine.
“Good thing I hid all my divine power, or you would have been hit by my Ultraman Bomb. The Ultraman Bomb is a special attack against you, and you would be very sad if you lost my mouth.” Ian, with only half his head still having flesh, his mouth was still moving, and even drooling uncontrollably.
【Berserker Experience Points+11】
Ian’s flesh and blood would not be completely disintegrated.
It would constantly regenerate.
The greater the damage dealt by the opponent, the stronger Ian’s self-healing ability would become.
【Wrath of the Undying: When you take any form of damage, you recover 1% of your maximum health per second, capable of healing all injuries, including fatal ones.
The more severe the injury, the faster the recovery. When your health drops below 10%, you will gain an instant repair through Rebirth from Fire, and the carnival of life will continue until all your energy is depleted.
Death? That has always been a luxury for you.】
Due to his abundant energy, Ian had no need to worry about running out of it. He couldn’t even trigger the Rebirth from Fire effect when his health dropped below 10%.
After all, Ian’s bones were harder than anything. What was infused within was no longer just bone marrow, but bone marrow permeated by Odin’s divine power.
The seventy-two demon gods of Solomon were powerful, but Odin’s divine power was certainly not weak. If Ian were worried about damaging the “coupon,” he would definitely choose to use his 【Ian Ultraman】 exclusive bomb skill.
“????????”
Vual noticed that Ian’s desire to stare at him was pure, full of appetite. He had lived for countless millennia, but he had never seen a madman like Ian who couldn’t be killed and was still thinking about eating him.
“Do you think you can still treat me like you treated my clone?” Vual roared in fury. All of Ian’s flesh and blood were instantly disintegrated.
Only pure white jade bones remained.
He was still moving.
Still approaching.
And.
Because Vual increased his output.
The next moment.
The Rebirth from Fire effect was triggered. Ian’s flesh and blood reassembled like a tide, skin, muscles, and bones regenerating at a visible speed, returning to his complete human form in an instant.
“Oh, dear demon god, don’t look down on yourself so much. I believe you are definitely more delicious than your clone.”
Ian said as he savored the memory. Previously, he had sacrificed a clone of a demon god to his Godfather, Death Knight, who had cooked the demon god for him. It was the first time Ian had tasted the flavor of a demon god.
How to describe it.
All one could say was that demon gods tasted really good.
“Weak as you are, I can stand here, and you still won’t be able to even touch my defense…” The numerical value exploded, a demon god conservatively in the five figures, scornfully mocked Ian.
The reason it was called a mockery was that he stopped midway through his insult. Because Ian, who liked to be a numerical monster, turned into a mechanics monster when he couldn’t be a numerical monster.
He took out his “Dinner Knife” and even rubbed it with his sleeve. As the saying goes, friction generates fire, so it was quite scientific for the short sword to light up with a Holy Flame.
The sword was entirely silver.
A blazing holy fire ignited on the blade.
“This is impossible! How is it in your hands!” Vual’s pupils dilated, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. He instinctively wanted to fly away, and the entire demon looked extremely frightened.
Yes, as a demon god, Vual could recognize the short sword in Ian’s hand, the Sword of Death, the Blade of God. Legend had it that this sword could even kill Lucifer!
Who dared to touch it?
Without another word, the demon god turned to flee.
However.
“Click.”
Ian took out a revolver again, aiming the barrel at its flight path. At this moment, Vual knew he was fast, but he dared not gamble.
“God-Eater Colt!”
Vual’s wings froze.
He dared not fly anymore.
The reputation of this gun was even more terrifying than the Blade of God—legend had it that once locked onto, even God could be killed with a single shot! Such a thing could scare him to death!
“Where did you find it? Where did you find them?” The demon god truly couldn’t understand why a human would possess so many powerful weapons!
“I am very cautious and devout, so I won’t tell you who likes little boys and has a crush on me… Listen, if you don’t fly, I absolutely won’t use the Colt.”
Ian pointed the gun at Vual. Vual’s face was ashen, but he dared not gamble. The dignified one of the seventy-two demon gods was forced back to the ground by an empty gun, which had no bullets.
Of course.
He was also quite cunning.
He didn’t dare to fly, but he started running on the ground.
“Don’t run! I just want to show you my big treasure!” Ian chased after him. Seeing that the other party wasn’t listening, his tone became somewhat pleading.
“If that really doesn’t work, an arm is fine too! With an arm, I can exchange it for something delicious from my Godfather! I’ll show you my big treasure! Really, it’s a big treasure! I’m not lying to you!”
Ian was practically using a loudspeaker. His persuasive skills were still not high enough. Upon hearing this, the demon god ran even faster. Flying at speed, Ian normally couldn’t keep up.
However.
Ian on four legs was far superior to Ian on two legs. He re-equipped his Speed Force external thighs and ran at lightning speed. How could a demon god with two wings outrun Ian on four legs?
Seeing Ian getting closer.
Vual, desperate to survive, could only resort to the most effective method—the demon god circled the pillar. He was indeed a demon god, and at a glance, he saw that Ian had some issues with turning.
“Get lost! I won’t give you my hands! You dirty thing!”
Certification +1.
Vual’s voice was loud, shaking the entire area of Hell. Ian was a contented person and respected others’ wishes, so when Vual played “King Qin Circling the Pillar” around Lucifer’s throne and refused to surrender obediently, Ian thoughtfully lowered his demands.
“If an arm won’t do…”
He was content with what he had.
“Genitals are fine too! My Godfather will definitely love eating genitals. No man dislikes eating the genitals of other races; it’s very invigorating!” Ian certainly had no such needs.
He just wanted to use irrefutable logic to trick the demon god into stopping.
“You are a demon god, you can definitely grow another one.” Ian said kindly. Vual, however, fled while looking back and roared at him in despair.
“I don’t have that thing!”
His voice finally carried a hint of hysteria.
“Then let me squeeze some demon milk! My second brother will definitely love drinking it!” Ian, unwilling to give up, continued to persuade. The demon god Vual, one of the seventy-two, finally understood despair.
His attacks could not kill the opponent, while the opponent’s sword and spear meant instant death upon contact; this feeling of the opponent being able to make countless mistakes while he could not afford a single one was truly unbearable.
“Satan! Great One! Save me!!!”
Vual finally lost his composure.
He roared at the sky.
“Satan? Great One?”
Ian felt as if facing a great enemy, immediately stopping his advance and warily looking around. He of course knew there had been several Satans in Hell, with the first Satan being the one who called himself infinitely great.
He was also God’s first creation, a being God created to converse with himself, possessing immense power, a figure of the highest caliber in Hell.
“Are you referring to the First Fallen? The first Satan?” Ian had heard of it. It was said that during the period when God and his wife were not getting along, the First Fallen had descended into Hell before Lucifer.
This historical event was recorded in unofficial histories. Apparently, the First Fallen had seen God playing games in his “garage,” which led to the First Fallen being cast into Hell.
Even the audacious Ian had moments of fear. Fortunately, the air was deathly silent, and the First Fallen offered no response. Vual could only continue to play a game of cat and mouse around Lucifer’s throne with Ian.
“It seems you aren’t very familiar with the First Fallen either!” Ian continued to press, while Vual continued to flee. As they chased and were chased, Vual, even with wings, seemed unable to escape his fate.
Ian gradually adapted to the problem of turning.
“Swish—!”
The Holy Sword slashed through the air.
One of Vual’s wings was severed at the base.
The Demon God let out a pained howl.
He knelt on the ground. The next moment, Ian pounced like a hungry tiger, directly mounting him, a scene eerily similar to what had happened many days before on that rainy night when his clone had been pinned down by Ian.
This was how history repeated itself.
Just as Ian was preparing to begin his butchering, playing the role of a butcher.
Vual’s scream had yet to escape his lips.
“Boom!!!”
A vast and boundless Dark Power suddenly descended.
It instantly suppressed Ian on the spot!
“Oh, no, Ian God! This is Sangong Mo!!!”
Demon Baal exclaimed behind Ian in shock.
“I haven’t offended Sangong Mo, so why would Sangong Mo offend me? Let me up! Otherwise, I’ll wish you give birth to three trillion six hundred billion ungrateful daughters in your next childbirth!” Seeing the Demon God he was about to claim being rescued, Ian cursed vehemently. However, an endless power attempted to suppress him, preventing him from getting up from the ground.
At this moment.
Ian felt a pang of regret.
Before entering Hell, he shouldn’t have called himself the Great Sage of Riding Cats. Indeed, destiny had its own laws; any Great Sage was bound to encounter their own Five-Finger Mountain.
【Berserker Experience Points+13】
【Berserker Experience Points+19】
【Berserker Level Up!】
【Strength: 406—409】
【Constitution: 422—429】
【Intelligence: 40.8—40.9】
【Spirit: 156—157】
The slight increase in attribute values was useless. The power of Sangong Mo’s pressure was too ferocious. Moreover, Sangong Mo had not fully descended, but his will, cloaked in some kind of rule, enveloped Ian.
For Ian, who could not be killed or destroyed, Sangong Mo clearly decided not to follow the conventional path. He knew Ian was immortal, so he resolved to wear down Ian’s will.
Darkness.
Pure darkness.
This was not a mere absence of light in the ordinary sense, but a conceptual “nothingness”—Sangong Mo’s will dragged Ian into the most primal realm of void. Here, there was no time, no space, only the purest struggle for existence. Clearly, Sangong Mo intended to use his Status and the concepts he possessed to suppress Ian’s will here.
It was a battlefield of concepts and existence. Sangong Mo, one of the most terrifying beings in Hell, a cosmic demon, wielded “Destruction” as his authority and “Domination” as his essence. His power was not just physical annihilation but conceptual suppression, capable of tearing apart the minds of any life form with “absolute domination.”
“You are but dust.”
Sangong Mo’s consciousness surged like a tsunami.
He was attaching definitions to Ian.
“You are but a grain of sand in the cracks of time.” Some force sought to twist Ian’s will into sand, but Ian’s will was remarkably steadfast.
“You were once beaten by your own daughter until you screamed bloody murder, yet your daughter couldn’t beat me, so rounding that up, it basically means you can’t beat me either.”
Ian continued to curse at Sangong Mo.
Sangong Mo fell silent.
Not out of anger.
But stunned into silence by Ian’s logic. He had intended to crush Ian with his stream of consciousness, making him collapse in despair and become a slave to his will.
He had prepared countless conceptual weapons, intending to drag Ian into an abyss where existence itself was pain. However, Ian gave him no such opportunity; Ian was defining himself.
Even though he lacked the power for such conceptual understanding, his logic was simple, crude, absurd, yet indestructible, causing Sangong Mo’s intended definitions of Ian to be utterly annihilated into true dust. Unable to proceed, Sangong Mo had to change his approach on this conceptual battlefield.
“I am the Lord of Chaos. All order will eventually return to Chaos, including you.” Sangong Mo’s voice transformed into the unison of billions of demons, each syllable reshaping reality.
He seemed to transform into myriad forms of chaos, ready to engulf Ian.
“You have a blood relation with your daughter, and your daughter loves me, so rounding that up, you love me too.” Ian’s statement was earth-shattering.
All the chaos that was about to engulf Ian seemed to hesitate to harm him.
“????????”
Sangong Mo was dumbfounded.
No matter how Sangong Mo attempted to crush Ian with his stream of consciousness, Ian’s thoughts remained constant, making him unmoving and impervious to the concepts Sangong Mo articulated.
“How can someone genuinely believe in such an equation??”
Sangong Mo’s voice carried disbelief. He could not refute Ian with “logic” because Ian was not fighting in the dimension of “logic.”
This was the most absurd thing. In this clash of concepts, one party needed to truly believe they could achieve it to materialize their will in that conceptual form.
It wasn’t just talking.
You also had to believe your own talk.
“I symbolize the dark side within all living beings! Now! Reveal your darkness!” Sangong Mo changed his approach again, attempting to influence Ian.
However.
The effect was minimal.
“I am the next spokesperson for the Justice League. Even my urine is filled with justice, and I have no dark side in my heart!” Ian’s will was even firmer than before.
He was truly impregnable.
Suddenly, the entire dark space trembled violently. At this moment, Sangong Mo realized this mortal was not spouting nonsense—he was dismantling Sangong Mo’s authority in the most absurd way.
“I am. I am the invincible invincible!” Sangong Mo’s Dao heart nearly wavered. He quickly re-emphasized, stabilizing his Status on this battlefield.
“You have been defeated by your daughter, in the past, present, and future, not just once. I love telling the truth.” Ian suddenly said with a serious expression, his words piercing the darkness like a holy sword.
“Damn it! What are you defining?”
Sangong Mo panicked.
He realized that Ian’s words were not confined to this battlefield; they seemed to be extending into reality. Thus, he hastily attempted to suppress them with grander concepts.
【The universe is merely virtual data, and Ian is just a line of code】
【Materialize the history of degradation of all civilizations, thereby attempting to label Ian with degradation.】
【Display the death of Ian’s parents, leading Ian to inevitably descend into the abyss】
Sangong Mo was truly keeping up with the times, with a myriad of tricks. However, such tactics could only influence fake heroes; true heroes were never swayed in their minds by external factors. Regardless of Sangong Mo’s moves, Ian repeatedly uttered one sentence: “Your daughter > you, I > your daughter, therefore I > you.”
This repeatedly deepened definition began to warp the battlefield, and the darkness started to collapse, not from being struck down by power, but because Sangong Mo was cornered by this impregnable logical closed loop.
“This is incorrect!”
Sangong Mo finally understood Lucifer’s feelings when facing Morpheus; when an opponent supported a concept with absolute belief, even the Lord of Hell could not shake it.
“Then I am the pink Apache attack helicopter that you can’t defeat, and that’s definitely correct.” Ian, with his true understanding of correctness, shattered Sangong Mo’s final defenses.
“Damn it! What do you believe in inside your head!”
Sangong Mo’s roar shattered several small Hell Dimensions. However, his great power could not truly reach Lucifer’s throne, as a minor vassal would hardly dare to enter the Monarch’s territory without permission.
Of course.
With a few small tricks, there was no fear.
“Enough!!!”
A demonic palm that blotted out the sun descended, not to kill Ian, but to cast this annoying entity into the deeper layers of Hell. Ian felt his body plummeting rapidly.
Hellcat, attempting to save her master, couldn’t keep up.
He was falling.
Falling.
Constantly falling.
This situation did not shake Ian’s resolve; he tightly clung to the “trophy” he had won in his arms—Vual had ultimately failed to escape the clutches of the evil god.
Ian was adept at clinging to others like an octopus.
“Let go of me! You madman!” Vual’s screams echoed through Hell. He probably never dreamed he would face such a day, and that even Sangong Mo could not save him.
That powerful King of Hell had actually retreated in disgrace. Even if it wasn’t a clash of power, but merely a battle of wills, it was enough for Vual to grasp the surreal nature of this world.
Humans.
Why do they possess such will?
“No! Stop! I don’t want to hurt you, I swear, believe me—” Vual’s screams echoed through the depths of Hell, like a cat with its tail stepped on. This once imposing Archdemon of the 72 Pillars was now pinned beneath Ian, the holy sword’s cold light drawing elegant arcs in the darkness.
Ian was dismembering his body with the holy sword.
Anyone who had driven luxury cars understood the concept of component replacement ratios, so Ian planned to sacrifice Vual to the Death Knight in parts. He first sacrificed Vual’s hands that had dared to disrespect his Super Brain.
The Death Knight’s response was swift; Ian’s pendant lit up, and the twin demon hands vanished instantly. Moments later, a black crystal dropped from the void.
It hovered before Ian, who was eager to feast.
At the same time.
In a forgotten sealed land.
The Death Knight sat on a worn but tidy chair, taking a bite of a hamburger slowly and elegantly. The television screen in front of him flickered, showing the events unfolding in Hell at that moment.
“Already made it into Hell so quickly.” He spoke to the air, his voice as hoarse as rusty gears, yet still retaining the gentleness and demeanor of an ancient noble.
The lightbulb suddenly flickered.
A woman dressed in gothic fashion appeared in the sealed land.
It was merely a projection.
Yet it appeared incredibly real.
“You are close to escaping.”
Miss Death looked at the Death Knight not far away.
“Isn’t this a miracle? Like the power that the little one we care for will eventually represent.” The Death Knight chuckled, his tone neither excited nor pleased.
It was a calm voice.
He leisurely wiped his mouth, stood up, and assembled the sacrificed hands of Vual onto a puppet—Death was creating a substitute for himself.
Thus, it would continue to stay in this prison in his stead.
“Perhaps.”
Miss Death remained noncommittal, simply turning her gaze to the television screen—the image displayed there was very clear, showing Ian devouring the black crystal like a hungry wolf.
He emanated an ominous black glow all over.
【Strength: 409—622】
【Constitution: 429—864】
【Intelligence: 40.9—60.7】
【Spirit: 157—333】
It was the same recipe, but with a different flavor. The black crystal obtained from the clone and the main body were not entirely the same, much like the difference between Master Kang and Kang Shuaifu.
This wave directly made Ian incredibly powerful!
“Burp~” Ian let out a satisfied burp and wiped his mouth. He felt his power surging, unprecedented energy flowing through his muscle fibers. It was as if countless currents were rushing through his veins, every nerve ending screaming, every muscle fiber being reshaped.
An unprecedented power surged within him—it was not a simple enhancement but a complete transformation. Odin’s divine power could better nourish his powerful physique. Ian’s bones hummed deeply within him, like awakened sleeping divine weapons, becoming as hard as Adamantium alloy.
He only needed to enchant his skeletal structure further, and perhaps the DC Universe would gain a super-powered being who forged an ultimate emperor’s weapon from his own bones. Ian could clearly feel that his flesh and blood were no longer fragile but possessed a resilience truly harder than steel.
The improvement in intelligence was also remarkable.
His neural response speed reached its peak; he could see a speck of black ash falling in the air ten thousand meters away and sense the airflow changes caused by a butterfly flapping its wings hundreds of kilometers away.
The most wondrous change was in his brain. The already exceptionally active neural synapses now flickered wildly like a Christmas tree, with tens of thousands of new circuits being generated every second. Ian knew that his updated intelligence would allow him to better utilize his Super Intelligence, which had reached its ceiling and could no longer increase.
“I’ve suddenly changed my mind.”
He looked down at the still bleeding Vual, his eyes shining, and asked with anticipation, “You can definitely grow another pair of hands, right? The infinite kind?”
The innocence and joy of youth are so simple.
They are always easily satisfied.
Vual looked at his bare wrists, then at Ian’s expectant eyes, and nodded frantically: “Of course! I am a Demon God! Let alone hands, I can grow wings again!”
In truth, he knew that the parts of his body taken by the mysterious being were fundamentally and permanently lost. But survival was paramount now; who could worry about so much?
Even Demon Gods want to live!
“Good, good, good! Excellent! I truly am a descendant of a farmer!” Ian was overjoyed, feeling that the traits of the Kent family within him had been inadvertently exposed again.
His grandfather raised chickens and cows.
Superman raised criminals and superheroes.
He, Ian, raised Demon Gods.
How could this not be considered the effort of three generations?
“I’ll find you a good place!”
Ian, dragging Vual by the tail like a sack, opened his Extra Dimension. Inside was a chaotic starry sky, with various bizarre islands floating within.
“This will be your new home from now on!”
Ian affectionately threw Vual onto an island for domestication, “Remember to grow hands on schedule! We’ll have a ‘Handy Chop’ event every Sunday, and work hard on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays!”
The descendants of farmers are indeed good at production planning.
“…”
Vual collapsed on the island, unable to cry. As one of the seventy-two Archdevils, he was now reduced to livestock for sustainable harvesting. He was filled with hatred but could only endure the humiliation.
“Let me see where that guy, Sangong Mo, who has eight million asses for sons, has gone.” After settling his farmed animals, Ian finally had the leisure to observe his surroundings.
This layer of Hell was more bizarre than he had imagined—countless translucent crystals stood like tombstones on the scorched earth, each trapping a twisted soul. The negative emotions they released converged into a dark purple river, flowing ceaselessly towards a city shrouded in mist in the distance.
This was clearly a corner of the deepest Hell, belonging to some unknown King of Hell. It looked very special, possessing a punk aesthetic of “psionic innovation.”
“I’ve played War God, I’ve played Devil May Cry, I know how to climb out of deep Hell.” Ian stood on a gloomy and terrifying wasteland.
Just as he was contemplating whether to carve a direct path to the Human World.
“Swish!”
An elegant figure emerged from the shadows. It was a Duke of Hell, clad in a dark red robe, with a handsome and pale face, and a perfectly placed smile on his lips.
“Welcome.”
His enthusiasm was quite peculiar.
“Are you the master of this layer of Hell?” Ian stretched his wrists, secretly sharpening his knife in his mimicry pants pocket.
He had expected a battle.
However.
The Duke of Hell bowed slightly, his posture so respectful it didn’t seem demonic, but rather like that of a noble butler, his movements as precise as if welcoming a long-lost distinguished guest.
“You are Mr. Ian Kent, aren’t you?” The Duke of Hell’s voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an air of reverence towards an unknown existence.
“My Master wishes to see you.”
He extended an invitation.
“Alright, alright.”
Ian hadn’t expected a buy-one-get-one situation, and he was also secretly speculating in his heart about which Demon Kings in Hell could command such loyalty from a Duke of Hell.
Hell had a strict hierarchy.
Strength was king.
A Grand Duke could make a Demon Head too afraid to speak—Ian patted his backside, well, the Demon Head wasn’t just timid.
It seemed to have gotten separated from Ian during the fall.
The Hellcat was the same.
“It’s fine, Detective Conan once said that as long as we eat all the demons, the remaining two will definitely be my Hellcat and my loyal trash can.”
Ian was not planning on returning to the Human World after a day or two of staying out all night. He followed the Duke of Hell, wanting to see what tricks the Master of this layer of Hell had up his sleeve that would warrant a reasonable fight.
The Duke of Hell led the way.
Ian swaggered along behind him.
“It feels very much like a fairytale castle, a Hell fairytale.” The Duke of Hell led Ian across a long bridge paved with obsidian, with a churning river of sulfur beneath.
Fragments of souls floated in the river.
And in the middle of the moat was a vast city, a city that was out of place in Hell. There was no blood and fire common in Hell, but a scene of prosperity. Ian had expected to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but the sight before him made him doubt if he had walked onto the wrong set.
The streets were wide and clean, with buildings on both sides that fused Gothic and modern technology. Demons, humans, and Hell creatures coexisted harmoniously, and there were even a few little demons buying ice cream from roadside stalls.
“Hell… is this habitable now?”
A rare look of bewilderment appeared in Ian’s eyes.
By the roadside.
A familiar figure was selling a shiny electronic device.
“Apple 22, Hell custom edition, powered by psionic energy extracted from the bodies of sinners, never turns off, one charge lasts up to ten years!”
The man in the black turtleneck sweater shouted, skillfully demonstrating the product.
“Jobs?!” Ian’s eyes widened.
“Indeed, Hell has absorbed many excellent entrepreneurs,” the Duke of Hell nodded, his words making sense. “After all, capital never sleeps in any world.”
This resonated with Ian’s philosophy.
Ian felt a pang of sympathy.
After all, it was hard to find kindred spirits.
They continued onward.
Demons and human souls walked side by side, some even discussing business.
“The sin purity of this batch of souls is very high, suitable for new energy batteries.”
“The price can be discussed further, but I want exclusive agency rights.”
“Deal.”
…
Ian felt that many of his creative ideas might have been plagiarized by vile individuals before he had even conceived them. The city was filled with new cyberpunk elements.
Huge holographic projections flickered in the air, broadcasting advertisements for Hell corporations; along the streets were neon lights powered by soul energy; there were even Hell versions of “self-driving carriages,” pulled by three Hellhounds, faster than a Tesla—the Tesla mentioned here is the real Nikola Tesla.
Jobs was selling Apple 22s, while Nikola Tesla was chasing lightning in Hell, like a DC version of Kuafu. This place didn’t look like Hell at all.
Filled with confusion.
Ian was led by the Duke of Hell to the top of a tall tower.
It was not an ordinary building.
It was a colossal tower that fused Gothic and futuristic technology, constructed entirely from obsidian and soul metal, with a giant city projection hovering at its apex.
It constantly displayed the situation in every area. The elevator went straight to the top floor, and as the doors opened, Ian saw a man standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city. He wore a tailored black suit, his silver hair impeccably styled, his back exuding a steady and majestic presence, yet not radiating any particularly powerful demonic aura.
“Master, the person has been brought.”
The Duke of Hell said respectfully.
The man slowly turned, revealing a familiar face that Ian had often seen in the 3D district. As Ian’s eyes, nostrils, mouth, and even ear canals widened in shock.
“Hello, Ian Kent, welcome to—New Gotham.”
The King of Hell.
Thomas Wayne smiled softly.
