Chapter 62: Connections Are Always Useful
The chemistry classroom was filled with smoke after the explosion.
The teaching building seemed to be ablaze.
Ian saw at the classroom window an image of two people arguing fiercely, and he was greatly curious—there were actually others like him who could see the grim reapers in those invisible sights?
Could it be that his godfather had a goddaughter too!
Thinking of this.
Ian immediately perked up.
This catfight drama was getting even more interesting!
“Don’t move around here. I’ll bring you a few oranges in a bit.” Ian turned to Madison, who was already pulling out her mobile phone to wildly film, hoping to gain massive traffic on social media, and reminded her before immediately running toward the teaching building, afraid that if he was slow, he’d miss the most exciting part.
“I don’t want oranges! Bring back some of Mr. White’s morphine!” Madison shouted at Ian’s back. This delinquent girl’s attention was entirely on filming the video. Poor grades didn’t mean she wasn’t a smart girl, so she not only knew Ian wanted to go watch up close but also knew what was most valuable in the chemistry teacher’s classroom.
Madison didn’t use those contrabands, but those contrabands could let her show off big time in front of her friends.
“No problem!”
When it didn’t involve money, Ian was very willing to help his friend. The pungent gunpowder smoke mixed with the burnt smell hit him in the face as he ran against the flow of screaming, fleeing people in the teaching building toward the chemistry classroom.
A teacher passed by.
Without asking what he was doing.
They were too busy escaping for their lives to care about other students. That was the state of America, which was why Hollywood movies praised those rare sparks of morality. Helping others? In some places, it was just a casual thing, while in others, it could already be called heroic.
Outside the smoke-filled classroom.
Ian poked his head in slightly.
He saw two women.
One was the female grim reaper in a black uniform, her face unfamiliar—not the old acquaintance Tessa—and the other was the blue-haired maiden, her hair still shimmering in the sunlight from the window.
Her forehead with strange tattoos was delicately beautiful, her skin pale, and the deep purple clothes made her seem even more cold. Ian searched his memory but found no information about this maiden.
“Maybe a low-popularity character?”
Ian pondered in his heart.
In the classroom.
The floor was littered with debris from the explosion, with some chemical substances still slowly flowing on the ground, seemingly gathering together to outline some pattern.
But no one noticed.
“This man made a transaction with Sangong Mo. I need to know the reason from him.” The girl stared expressionlessly at the female grim reaper, a transparent soul curled in the corner of her finger.
Yes.
Ian could see this soul too.
It was his unlucky chemistry teacher, Mr. White.
“Sangong Mo wouldn’t look at such an ordinary person.” The blue-haired girl’s tone was certain and concise, clearly believing there was some conspiracy behind this.
“I’m not ordinary!”
Mr. White defended himself from the corner.
“Terminally ill, made a deal with a demon, became a big drug lord with a new life—this is as ordinary as planets in the universe.” The girl’s tone was flat.
“…”
Mr. White was left speechless.
“I’m a good person… I did it all for my family, to leave them some money…” Mr. White stammered, trying to defend his soul’s fate.
“Only those who don’t sign contracts with demons are good people, like me.” The blue-haired maiden paused. “No, I’m not either—who made my dad a demon.”
This cold humor carried a touch of self-mockery.
But Mr. White couldn’t feel the drama in it.
“Special girl, I sympathize with your situation, but this soul is already marked. I must take it.” The brown-haired female grim reaper’s attitude was firm too.
“You’re making decisions harmful to this world, more stupid than me.” The blue-haired girl’s tone was equally flat as she bluntly shared her view with the female grim reaper.
“Grim reapers never need to care about hell lord issues.” The female grim reaper chuckled softly, stepped forward to take Mr. White, and raised her hand the moment she saw the blue-haired girl move.
“What did you do to me?”
The blue-haired girl suddenly found she couldn’t move and frowned slightly.
“I’m fulfilling my duty.”
The female grim reaper replied, reaching out to Mr. White—but he didn’t feel this goodwill, hesitating without responding to the grim reaper.
“Come on, don’t be afraid. Death is just a new beginning.”
The female grim reaper comforted softly.
Their kind had rules to follow: the person they took had to go willingly for them to take the soul that no longer belonged in the human world.
“I need to achieve my goal, even if it means bearing some crimes.” The immobilized blue-haired girl’s forehead glowed red, her eyes turning red in an instant.
The atmosphere was tense.
The grim reaper was on high alert.
The air temperature dropped sharply.
And at that moment.
“Wow, your forehead is so shiny.” A hand suddenly reached out, pressing the blue-haired girl’s forehead as if to dig out the “gem” making it shine.
【Dark Erosion】
【Berserker Experience+3】
A voice rang in Ian’s ear.
Ian got the “offense” reward he wanted. He didn’t know who the girl was, but he could feel the power glowing on her forehead was extremely dangerous.
And he.
Loved dangerous things.
“Sorry, wasn’t awake—thought I’d found my lost big gem…” Ian grinned at the emotionless, three-no maiden whose eyes had dimmed, staring at him.
“Who are you? Hand more cheeky than mine?”
A trace of confusion flashed in the girl’s eyes.
“A passerby melon-eater unwilling to mention his name.” Ian grinned, turning to the chemistry teacher in the corner and waving hello to Mr. White.
“Hi, Mr. White, you look pretty good!”
Enthusiastic greeting.
Met only with Mr. White curling up more in the corner—he knew Ian wasn’t quite normal, but not to this eerie extent.
He was a ghost now, and the other could still see him?
“Are you a grim reaper too?” The blue-haired girl couldn’t understand Ian’s situation either—those eroded by her power wouldn’t smile so brightly.
To the girl’s question.
“I’m not.”
Ian shook his head.
“I can tell—you won’t even get to hair-pulling. You’re no match for her, which is normal. Grim reapers are all black-clad, now in the black lives matter version.”
“Black clothes are black too.”
He reached into the girl’s pocket.
“What are you doing?”
The girl, still not fully freed from the bind, frowned, watching her wallet get pulled out by Ian, then seeing him open it and walk to the female grim reaper.
“I’m actually pretty curious about this Sangong Mo she mentioned.” Ian counted out two hundred US dollars, pocketed one hundred, and handed one hundred to the grim reaper.
“Have some tea, won’t delay.”
Ian saw the girl wasn’t his godsister, but that didn’t stop him from showing his warm heart—fine, he was craving the magic power on her forehead from that big shot demon.
So.
Face fruit!
Activate!
