Chapter 65: What Did You Add To The Saliva?
Ian had his own reasons for doing this, of course.
He didn’t like others stealing his kills.
“Leave it to me, don’t worry, guaranteed win.” Ian patted his own chest, then stood up, tossed aside the empty medicine bottle in his hand, and looked toward the Minotaur Demon that was tilting its head and staring at him.
He initiated a Charge.
He jumped up and smashed a Fist toward the Minotaur Demon’s face.
“Again?”
The Minotaur Demon had learned this time; it directly used its size advantage and reached out its hand the moment before Ian’s Fist could hit it.
Anyone who’s been in a street fight gets it.
People with long arms really have the advantage.
“Hm?”
Ian’s Fist swung a few times but couldn’t touch the Minotaur Demon; instead, his crown of the head was already gripped tightly by the Minotaur Demon, lifting up his Body.
“…”
Rachel felt despair seeing this scene.
One minute?
This guy didn’t even last thirty seconds before kneeling!
“Mere human!” Flames fiercely clung to the Minotaur Demon’s hand, igniting Ian’s Hair and engulfing his entire Head in roaring Flames.
It wanted to make this human suffer the most terrible torment.
Feel the Pain of his Soul being burned.
However.
【Berserker Experience+6】
Ian only felt like he was about to level up again; it hurt a bit, but not the unbearable kind, and if he had his Mobile Phone, he would’ve wanted to take a selfie and send it to his Old Father.
The caption would be 【Ghost Rider Ian】.
“Suffer! Wail! Beg for mercy from me!”
The Minotaur Demon let out a mad laugh.
【Berserker Experience+8】
He was really about to level up!
“Uh… I can understand wanting me to Beg for mercy, but why are you rewarding me?” Ian in the Flames didn’t scream in agony but instead looked excited.
Berserker LV4〔1/80〕
【Strength: 8.5—11】
【Constitution: 6.7—8.9】
【Intelligence: 2.7—2.8】
【Spirit: 7.1—7.5】
How could he not be excited?
He leveled up again!
Ian felt his powerful Strength; he knew that from this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary mortal, but had become a high-level mortal with Strength in Double Digits.
“No! Something’s wrong with you!” The Minotaur Demon, true to its wooden Head, only now discovered in utmost Shock that this human’s Soul was completely fine!
The opponent’s Soul was completely immune to the burning of Hellfire!
“Not completely immune?”
The Minotaur Demon uncertainly discovered that Ian’s face was starting to turn green.
It even thought it had unlocked some new Hellfire effect.
Little did it know.
Danger was approaching.
“Ptooey!”
Ian spat a glob of green thick phlegm that precisely hit the Demon’s Chest.
The next moment.
The Demon’s hand gripping his Head completely let go—Pain and Wail wouldn’t disappear, they would just appear on the Loser; the Demon truly let out a heart-wrenching howl.
After Ian was thrown to the ground.
The guy’s entire Body stumbled backward several steps.
“What did you do? Did you poison your saliva?” Rachel didn’t know if it was the Demon’s injury or the Ibuprofen’s effect, but feeling less Headache, she crawled out herself.
She saw the Demon’s miserable state and was greatly alarmed. She saw that the spot where the Minotaur Demon was hit by Ian’s spit was actually corroding and smoking, with countless green “tiny tentacles” seemingly wriggling inside.
Spreading.
Continuously spreading.
As if to assimilate the Demon’s Body.
“It’s Fel Energy! I added Fel Energy to my saliva!” Ian made a Defense for his personal qualities; he was just a mature Berserker with Super Intelligence.
Mature Berserkers all know how to most reasonably utilize their own Negative Status.
“What power is this! It’s using my Magic Power as Nutrients!!!” The Minotaur Demon let out a terrified Roar; the effect of Fel Energy on it far exceeded Ian’s expectations.
Just like a super effective move.
In just dozens of seconds, it had corrupted most of the Minotaur Demon’s Body.
It made Rachel’s scalp tingle.
“No! There’s a voice! I hear voices!” Perhaps this Demon did have a bit of brains and decisiveness; it roared, raised its hand, and directly tore off its own still-uncontaminated Head.
“Hiss~”
Seeing this scene.
Ian drew in a sharp breath.
“There’s actually another Madman in this house.” He was somewhat surprised at how he kept running into Madmen every day; Rachel gave him a look as if she wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing.
The Demon tore off its own Head.
“Rumble!”
The next moment.
The headless Body naturally crashed to the ground; the Minotaur Head it had personally twisted off also rolled to the floor, but its mouth was still opening and closing, Roaring.
“I lost! But… you will have nowhere to escape! My great Master will surely break free! You cannot prevent the course of History! You cannot prevent the moment that is sure to come!”
“I will hear your Wails from Hell!”
It issued a vicious Curse toward Ian and Rachel.
Endlessly.
Yet it failed to scare anyone.
It failed to scare Rachel, let alone Ian.
“So annoying!” Ian looked around, dug out a plastic box containing chemical Reagent from the rubble, stuffed the Minotaur Head inside, and casually tore off a Rag to plug its nonstop mouth.
“You’re taking it with you?”
Rachel looked somewhat Confused at the sight.
“I love Fitness; I’ll have someone make me Minotaur Soup when I get back—big supplement.” Ian suddenly thought of his Psychiatrist Hannibal and felt he couldn’t waste the consultation fees his Parents paid.
Hearing Ian’s “Fitness” Plan.
Rachel was clearly stunned for a moment.
“Demon flesh will only corrode your…” Rachel’s brows rarely furrowed; she didn’t object to Ian eating meat, she just thought he should eat some normal meat.
However.
Halfway through her words.
She glanced at the Demon’s remains dissolving on the ground from Fel Energy, and her voice abruptly stopped. Clearly, this Girl had realized who the real poison king in the house was.
Suddenly.
“Creak~”
A slight sound came from the corner. Chemistry Teacher Mr. White’s Soul had at some point stuffed itself into the storage cabinet, with only a pair of terrified eyes visible through the gap.
“Mr. White, do you know how to make dinosaurs?”
Ian walked up and politely opened the still-smoking storage cabinet.
“What dinosaurs?”
Mr. White swallowed, looking at Ian with great terror—he had personally seen this unremarkable-looking middle school Student just take down a terrifying Demon!
“Of course, pack Brachiosaurus, Quetzalcoatlus, Oxyacetylene Dragon…” Ian’s memory was exceptionally good, so he listed all nine legendary Dragon Powers in one breath.
“…”
The Teacher and the Girl both fell into a long silence.
A while later.
Mr. White, realizing something, finally nodded with difficulty.
“Great! Respected Teacher! Please come in!” Ian was overjoyed, quickly pulling out a dented Thermos; Mr. White hesitated for a moment, sighed, and understandingly crawled inside.
“Done!”
Ian nodded in satisfaction.
Under the Maiden’s gaze.
He began rummaging through the Classroom.
“I have a tiny bit—really just a tiny bit—of psychological issues; if I don’t take some meds, I’m afraid I can’t control myself.” Ian couldn’t find the Thing he wanted and could only shake his head in disappointment with a heavy sigh.
“!?!!”
Rachel was silent.
At this moment, she felt like everything suddenly made sense.
And just then.
“Want some ice cream?”
The Boy suddenly spoke enthusiastically.
“Don’t like it.”
Rachel gave a concise answer.
She originally thought Ian was trying to get close.
Who would’ve thought.
“You don’t like it, but I do; what I mean is, I’ve already helped you solve such a big problem, shouldn’t you treat me to ten Häagen-Dazs?”
Ian patted the plastic box in his hand.
He remembered clearly.
There were more Franklins in Rachel’s Wallet than his.
Rich woman.
Can’t let it slip.
The atmosphere in the air grew quiet.
Moments later.
“If you’re feeling hot and want ice cream, can you put out the fire on your head first… it’s pretty scary.”
Rachel spoke softly.
Afraid her tone would be too harsh and stimulate the Boy in front of her.
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