Chapter 67: Ian’s New Toy [seeking Monthly Tickets]
“Teleportation! So this is Raven!”
Outside the school.
Ian eventually got to eat Häagen-Dazs.
Ten.
Not too many, not too few.
The principled him, of course, also remembered to share one with the girl who had helped him before.
“Thank you, Rachel, you are also a true superhero.” Ian sincerely expressed his gratitude, and the girl’s eyes became somewhat complicated after hearing his praise.
“Superhero…”
Rachel seemed somewhat touched.
Countless indescribable thoughts welled up in her heart. How to put it, she still knew too little about Ian and clearly didn’t know that Ian would praise anyone he met like this.
“The last time I ate something this delicious was the last time… The small pastry I exchanged with my godfather using an evil spirit was also this delicious.” Ian licked the spoon with a nostalgic look on his face.
“Evil spirit? What evil spirit?” Sitting across from Ian, Rachel had no appetite for ice cream and was just staring at Ian, thinking nonstop, but at this moment, Ian’s words piqued her curiosity.
Evil spirit and small pastry.
These were obviously two words that couldn’t be linked together.
“A deceitful ghost thing that looks exactly like a nun, but I bet it’s 100% not human…” Ian recounted his experience of being tricked.
Hearing this.
Rachel’s pupils contracted sharply several times.
“Like this?”
She dipped her finger in some coffee and drew a realistic doodle on the tabletop.
“Mm, mm, that’s right.”
Ian admired her drawing skills.
“You’ve encountered it too?”
The boy’s tone carried a bit of astonishment.
“Seen it in a book.”
Rachel stared at Ian, scrutinizing him carefully for a long time.
“This is Vual, one of the seventy-two demon gods of Solomon… What you might have encountered is one of its clones in the human world.” The girl stared straight at Ian and spoke in a eerie tone.
“Seventy-two demon gods!?”
Ian was stunned at first.
His hand began to tremble slightly.
Just as Rachel thought he might be scared.
“I see!”
The boy slapped his head.
“No wonder the small pastry exchanged with it melts in the mouth! It’s incredibly nourishing!”
This time he truly had a realization. No wonder the minotaur demon couldn’t exchange for his godfather’s reward—it was because the demon’s quality wasn’t high enough and couldn’t be used as advanced synthesis material!
“????”
Rachel looked blankly at Ian, who was still slightly excited. She felt that a normal person shouldn’t react like this—well, she had already realized earlier that this boy’s way of thinking wasn’t quite normal.
“Haven’t you realized what impact this will have on you?” Rachel wanted to remind Ian that beings called demon gods were all terrifying existences with extreme vindictiveness.
However.
“I realized it, I realized it.”
Ian nodded vigorously.
“This matter is indeed of great significance to me—thank you, Rachel, my friend who loves to share. You made me understand that the evil spirit I used to exchange small pastries with my godfather actually has at least seventy-two others in this world!” His tone even carried a bit of excitement.
How could he not be excited?
Far more than seventy-two!
If the so-called demon gods could keep producing their clones, Ian felt he might have found the true perpetual motion machine! In the future, he might not have to worry about his attributes not being strong enough at all!
“No… that’s not what I meant at all.” Rachel was dumbfounded. She realized she truly couldn’t keep up with Ian’s way of thinking at all.
But regarding this, Ian didn’t care.
“I have to learn magic!”
Ian’s determination to learn magic was extremely firm.
He wasn’t Martin Luther King.
But that didn’t stop him from having a true dream in his heart right now—he hoped to domesticate a demon god so he could sacrifice its clones every day!
This was obviously not an easy thing, but aren’t things that aren’t easy worth doing? At this moment, the youth already had his own American Dream in his heart.
“My magic, you can’t learn it.”
Rachel was already trying her best to keep up with Ian’s thinking.
However.
“I’m not learning your magic… I just want to touch your forehead again, the kind that lights up, yes, just like that… Why does your face look so red temperature?” Ian, who longed to be polluted by Sangong Mo’s magic power, didn’t get his wish, because Rachel teleported away, leaving only an empty chair in place.
“What a pity.”
Ian felt a bit regretful.
He casually took the ice cream that the girl had only taken one bite of, and following the traditional concept of saving food, he put the ice cream into the plastic box he had been carrying in his arms.
“Ah~ Hurry up and open your mouth.”
Ian ignored the minotaur’s curses.
Repay evil with kindness.
He forcibly fed the demon’s head a serving of ice cream.
“It didn’t leak out?”
He observed slightly.
And discovered an unscientific miraculous phenomenon.
Thus.
“Mom’s cooked broccoli finally has a place to be recycled! I could even use you to open a garbage recycling company!” Ian swept away his earlier disappointment and became directly happy.
He realized he had his own exclusive trash can.
Now he was really rich.
“Damn human!”
The minotaur roared in fear.
But it was blocked again by Ian.
…
Returning to school.
As expected.
Due to Mr. White’s dismembered state, the school announced a half-day temporary holiday. Ian stuffed the oranges he temporarily bought into his pocket and hummed a tune as he headed to the gym he had long been thinking about.
And after Ian and most students had already left the school.
“Poor White, he’s a good man, always sharing the best little pills with us… I mean, he really shouldn’t have died so miserably.”
Some teachers were still at the school, sadly helping the police with the investigation.
He was truly sad.
“Excuse me, do you know if the deceased had any enemies?” The police clearly suspected this was a long-planned murder or a school terror attack planned by some super madman.
“Let me think, Miss Lucy seems to have had a conflict with him. I’m not gossiping, but…” Some teachers displayed their traditional workplace skills.
Preparing to take the opportunity to badmouth someone they didn’t like.
And at that moment.
A man in a windbreaker with stubble arrived at the school gate.
“Damn it! I can’t get in! My spirit calling card was casually stolen by Superman not long ago! Superheroes are utterly shameless too!” Constantine subconsciously touched his pocket but didn’t find his familiar old partner.
His expression was very annoyed.
“I really don’t want to come back! Metropolis clashes with me!” Constantine gazed at the campus where he sensed demonic aura, shouting at the sky like a madman.
The next moment.
Everything around seemed to have the pause button pressed: whether passersby or vehicles, even the pattering light rain, all seemed to start flowing with time at an extremely slow speed.
“Hoo~”
The sound of wings flapping appeared.
A passing white man suddenly turned black.
That was Constantine’s old acquaintance—a correctly skinned angel.
“You must stay here, Constantine. Darkness is coming. If you want salvation for your soul, you need to start the investigation from where it rises!”
The black angel’s tone was serious.
It was precisely because of his appearance.
That the world’s operation slowed down.
“If darkness is rising, it’s rising from Los Angeles. Don’t pretend you don’t know who’s there!” Constantine unceremoniously vented his anger at the angel.
“Lucifer is not a threat; the disaster we face is.” The angel’s tone was heavy, and his words made the usually intuitive Constantine catch an important detail.
“We?”
He looked at the angel suspiciously.
The angel didn’t respond.
“Do what you should do.”
He just reminded him once again.
“Alright, I’ll investigate clearly what has even you high-and-mighty masters so fearful.” Constantine sighed and chose to compromise.
His soul was his weakness.
“Very good.”
The angel nodded.
Constantine continued, bringing up conditions. “But first, you have to guarantee that Superman won’t come looking for trouble with me again. He came to Gotham yesterday, caught me, and gave me a warning!”
“Damn thief! He still won’t admit to stealing my spirit calling card! The lying superhero has utterly corrupt morality!” Even in cursing, Constantine only dared to mutter softly.
It was as if the world’s slowed operation didn’t give him much sense of security.
“You don’t need to worry about Superman; he’ll only teach you a lesson once.” The angel smiled lightly. While Constantine was still suspicious, he abruptly changed the subject.
“The child you kidnapped is the trouble you should worry about—poor Constantine, you just have this talent, always provoking things you shouldn’t.” The angel’s golden pupils were full of pity, and this action made Constantine’s heart jolt.
A bad premonition surged in his heart.
“What do you mean?”
Constantine hurriedly asked.
“The meaning is simple… Before the Lord returns, if that boy catches you, don’t mention Heaven or me, but you can say you were bewitched by Lucifer.”
“Let him go find our King of Hell. Lucifer should be able to deal with him.”
The angel spoke seriously.
“Ah?”
Before Constantine could react.
He had already disappeared.
The passersby returned to their original skin color, and the whole world resumed normal operation. Although still full of confusion, Constantine sensed a makes one shudder upon further thought from the angel’s wording.
“It’s all Charles! It was all his independent kidnapping plot! I’m innocent—If I hand over Charles now, can I get even a little chance for remedy?”
He shouted at the sky.
No response.
Only passersby looked at him like he was a fool.
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