Chapter 16: My Numerical Values! Above Yours!
Accompanied by the emergence of the evil spirit.
Ian’s body also contorted and fell to the ground. His entire body was pitch black, clearly “poisoned” quite badly, with spiderweb-like dark purple patterns crawling across his skin.
He was even blowing bubbles from his mouth.
Being directly possessed and eroded by an evil spirit indeed causes significant harm to humans.
A normal person would likely find it difficult to survive.
“Quick! Constantine!” Charles, seeing the evil spirit appear, immediately started to urge, while rushing towards Ian. He originally intended to catch the young boy who was falling towards the ground.
However.
Those who are with Constantine are more or less unreliable, Charles ended up catching nothing but air, not even catching the gust of wind that Ian’s fall kicked up.
“…”
Charles awkwardly held up his hands, having grasped only air.
At this moment.
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
Constantine, who had been somewhat dazed, also reacted quickly.
Even though he didn’t understand why the evil spirit was reacting so abnormally, he still raised the container he had just finished engraving in the first instance—it was a thermos that looked somewhat deformed on the surface.
A hexagram and inscriptions had already been carved onto it by Constantine using the opportune time. The evil spirit let out a deafening shriek, but an invisible force pulled it towards the seemingly ordinary container.
“This is where you belong! Demon!”
Constantine continuously chanted the sealing spell, finally capturing the fleeing evil spirit directly into the container, the black mist was forcefully compressed and eventually all sucked into the thermos.
“Charles! Your teacup was a great help!” Constantine immediately slammed the transparent lid shut and rapidly twisted the lid to completely seal the stainless steel thermos.
The hexagram pattern lit up with a blood-red glow. It was somewhat strange, the thermos did not vibrate violently, as if the evil spirit inside had no strength to struggle.
“It’s done!”
Constantine, feeling confused, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“Looks like another day of narrowly escaping danger,” Charles also wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Narrowly escaping danger? Hahahaha, we’re not done yet! That damn mad boy’s body has completely deteriorated! He won’t be able to live any longer!”
“Constantine, you will bear this sin along with me!” The evil spirit’s voice could still be heard. However, no matter how one listened, its venomous voice contained a hint of relief at having survived.
“I’ll be waiting for you in Hell! Waiting for him!!”
Of course.
There was also annoyance and anger directed at Ian. To be honest, if it hadn’t been for Constantine’s exorcism spell pulling it, it would likely have become the first demon to be eaten by a mad human.
The evil spirit still felt a sense of lingering fear thinking about it.
“What mad boy?” Constantine glanced at the boy who was lying on the ground, his body completely black, and frowned, his heart anxious; he knew the boy’s condition was indeed dire.
“You must save this innocent person, otherwise, I will absolutely make you pay with me.” Constantine began to threaten the evil spirit in the bottle to save the boy’s life.
However.
The evil spirit remained unmoved.
“Demon! If you don’t save him! I’ll make your life worse than death! Believe me! You will never return to Hell!” Constantine wasn’t particularly concerned about a stranger.
Rather, he cared about his own soul.
“Heh.”
The evil spirit merely sneered.
And just as Constantine was in a panic, not knowing what else to do.
“That…”
Charles nudged his arm.
“It’s not the time, Charles!”
Constantine turned around in annoyance, only to find Charles staring blankly and pointing to the side—before Constantine could turn his head, a small hand had already reached out and snatched the thermos.
“This is impossible!”
The evil spirit’s face was pressed against the transparent glass above the lid of the stainless steel thermos.
Its twisted face became even more grotesque with shock, but due to the incomplete state of its soul, it appeared somewhat weak and ethereal—Ian had already gnawed away more than half of this fellow’s soul.
“How could… how could he be alive?”
The evil spirit let out an unbelievable roar. Not only it, but even Constantine was stunned; the boy who was completely black moments ago was now standing up as if nothing had happened?
Not only was he out of mortal danger, but he even seemed full of life and vigor, his skin rosy, and he even had the strength to snatch the thermos and stare at it with intense mockery.
“It’s been three minutes, and you’ve only managed to make me half-dead, yet in one second you can’t even wear down 0.5% of my life, you little evil spirit, truly laughable.”
Ian’s tone was filled with sarcasm.
“You should be dead! You should… no! What kind of creature are you?!” The demon’s scream shook the cup; it was no longer willing to consider Ian as human.
What human could be so bizarre that even a demon like itself felt unnerved?
“Pah! You’re the ghost, and your whole family are ghosts.” Ian was greatly displeased with the nun-like spirit’s slander, and he immediately began to defend himself.
“This is the charm of stats!”
“Stats!”
“Do you understand what it means for my stats to be above yours?” Ian, spewing profanities, hugged the thermos with both hands and began to shake it vigorously in all directions.
He had a knot in his heart.
Of course, he had to seek revenge.
Son of Superman.
Never forgets grudges from the previous night.
“I’ve already overcome my psychological discomfort and gnawed at you at the cost of leaving a psychological shadow on my young mind, yet you ran off after I only ate two-thirds of you?”
“Run! Why aren’t you running now!”
Ian’s hands blurred from the shaking.
He was inflicting physical torment on the evil spirit.
The effect was quite good.
“…”
“…”
Constantine and Charles exchanged glances, both seeing the amazed expressions on each other’s faces. They finally seemed to understand why the evil spirit had called Ian a damn mad boy.
“What’s going on here?”
Constantine couldn’t help but swallow.
He seemed to have an epiphany.
The evil spirit wasn’t driven out by him?
“I don’t know either… I just said this boy was scarier than a ghost, and it seems my judgment was right.” Charles couldn’t help but recall his experience in the taxi.
He still felt a lingering fear.
“You’re telling me you don’t know about the person you brought?” Constantine had a suspicious look, staring at his accomplice, only to see Charles shrug helplessly.
“I just picked up a passenger randomly on the road.” Charles was telling the truth, but such a truth seemed as improbable to Constantine as winning the lottery.
He gave Charles a look that said, “You must be kidding me,” then turned to look at Ian, who was playing the role of a human blender. His eyes darted, and his expression immediately turned serious as he addressed Ian.
“Kid, give me this evil spirit, it’s not a toy… on the contrary, this kind of thing is very dangerous and requires a professional like me to handle it properly.”
Constantine wanted to reclaim his trophy.
However.
“Huh?”
Ian’s eyes narrowed, his expression vigilant; he felt this thing was his trophy, “Anything that comes out of my body naturally belongs to me!”
“This is a matter of clear ownership. You want to swindle my property? No way! The sun of America once said that the private property of an American citizen is sacred and inviolable!” Ian, while righteously criticizing, looked at his Personal Panel; devouring more than half of the evil spirit had brought him considerable benefits.
【Spirit: 4.2】
This was an attribute that was difficult for a Berserker to obtain, and this situation further solidified Ian’s intention to inconvenience himself; he needed to find a better “cooking” method to eat the rest of the evil spirit.
As for the negative effect of 【Soul Corruption】? It would only slightly affect his sanity and thoughts. Ian didn’t even plan to clear this negative status immediately after returning.
One man’s poison is another man’s meat.
Curse?
No!
This was his shortcut to a higher profession! It might even save him the tedious effort of self-abuse and self-healing every day if he accumulated more negative effects on his body in the future!
What is wisdom?
This is astonishing wisdom!
