Chapter 63: Demon! It Must Melt In Your Mouth!
To be fair.
The Face Fruit really exists.
“Hm?”
The Grim Reaper didn’t take the money, nor did she reprimand Ian’s behavior. She just felt the pressure emanating from Ian and stared at him suspiciously for a long time.
“I’ll leave this to you.”
The Female Grim Reaper seemed to think of something and lowered her head in some fear, bowing deeply to Ian. Then she vanished entirely into the smoke-filled classroom.
“Done.”
Ian stuffed the remaining hundred into his pocket—right in front of him, boldly and confidently, since activating the Face Fruit naturally required a mediation fee.
“And you still say you’re not a Grim Reaper?”
The girl regained her ability to move in that instant.
She stared at Ian expressionlessly.
“No, today I’m Face Superman.” Ian felt this title was slightly inferior to Stocking Superman, but it was no big deal—he could be other versions of Superman later.
“Should I say thank you to you?” The girl moved her wrist slightly, still expressionless, but a flicker finally appeared in her eyes.
“You actually know to say thank you! You’re absolutely the most polite person I’ve met this year!” Ian praised in astonishment, then silently added three points of favorability to the girl in his mind.
“Rachel Rose.”
The girl suddenly introduced herself.
“Oh, I saw a Rose last night too, but she seemed like an AI person.” Ian still hadn’t found the corresponding information, but he did remember Sangong Mo.
One of the most powerful demons in the alternate dimension world, possessing strength enough to rule the multiverse, but sealed due to reasons that those in the know understand.
“AI person?”
The blue-haired girl Rachel fell silent for a moment.
“Is it any good?”
Her sudden question left Ian somewhat speechless.
“Great question. I’ll have to ask her tonight to find out. For now, let’s talk about my chemistry teacher.” Ian had his moments of being at a loss too. He turned to look at Mr. White, who was still huddled in the corner, trembling.
“Ian, Ian, you remember how good the teacher has been to you, right? Last semester, I gave you an extra 5 points on your experiment grade.” Mr. White squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.
“I remember.”
Ian nodded.
“I was controlling scores perfectly, but that extra five points made me first place again, and I lost five hundred US dollars on the bet.” He certainly wouldn’t forget such a huge property loss.
“…”
Mr. White froze upon hearing this, getting a very bad premonition. And at that moment, the girl Rachel also walked up to the pitiful chemistry teacher.
“How did you contact Sangong Mo?”
Her voice slid over metal like ice water.
Hearing this.
White swallowed.
“It… it was that demon who approached me first!”
He suddenly got agitated. “I got cancer, tried every treatment, even went to a Gypsy witch! That con artist took my money and ran!”
“And at my most desperate moment, whispers sounded in my ear, saying they could give me new life. I had no idea it was a demon! If I’d known, I definitely wouldn’t have believed that nonsense!”
“Despicable, shameless, hateful, evil… I was bewitched by the demon.” Mr. White’s voice was gritted with rage, as if he shared an irreconcilable enmity with the demon.
Ian thought the demon sounded truly hateful.
“That’s my father.”
Rachel calmly interrupted Mr. White’s chatter.
“…”
White’s expression instantly froze, like someone hit pause.
“But, to be fair, demons aren’t all bad, right? Like your father—I think he was genuinely trying to help me.”
“Even as a demon, he’s a good demon.” It had to be said, without his brain, Mr. White’s mind still turned quickly. With only his soul left, he immediately shifted his attitude.
However.
“We have a deadly feud.”
Rachel continued her calm, concise statement.
Hearing this.
Ian felt bad for Mr. White, and Mr. White himself must have felt worse. His face twitched twice, completely giving up on expression control.
“Kill me!”
The chemistry teacher even forgot he was already dead.
Ian timely reminded him of that fact and mentioned he’d counted how many pieces he was blown into when he died, which could surely contribute some information for reconstructing a fairly complete corpse later.
“…”
Mr. White experienced what it meant to feel worse than death.
“Forget it, let me see for myself what makes you special enough to catch my demon father’s attention.” Rachel half-squatted and extended her hand.
This girl seemed to have mind-reading ability; demonic runes lit up on her forehead. And just as her hand was about to touch Mr. White’s soul.
“Hm?”
Rachel felt her clothes being tugged.
The force grew stronger.
She didn’t turn around.
“Has hormones made you lose control?” The girl just calmly said this to the boy behind her, perhaps two years younger.
Pretty cold humor.
Ian wasn’t amused.
“Um… Rachel, right? You don’t need to wonder where your father is—your father seems to have come looking for you himself?” Ian’s uncertain voice sounded behind Rachel.
Rachel’s pupils shrank sharply.
She turned around.
She immediately looked in the direction Ian was pointing—on the floor, Sangong Mo’s symbol was emitting an ominous red glow, some creature trying to break through the planar barrier.
“Just his minion. He can’t come through.” Rachel judged, breathing a slight sigh of relief, but still stood up warily, looking at the floor where some material interaction was occurring.
The girl’s eyes flashed.
The gem on her forehead shone brighter.
Ian, unable to erase the patterns on the floor, circled back indignantly and was somewhat amazed by the sight. He just thought her glowing eyes looked pretty cool.
“No wonder so many people like Sharingan.” Ian wanted his own red-eye condition too, but for now, he could only clumsily imitate these red-eye enthusiasts.
“I have it too.”
Ian got his wish.
“Hm?”
Rachel looked at Ian’s face.
Her expression grew a bit strange. No helping it—even the most poker-faced maiden couldn’t keep it together now. She was certain Ian’s red eyes were just burst capillaries.
And at that moment.
“Rumble~”
A violent rumbling sounded.
The floor shook.
A two-meter-tall demon with curved horns actually crawled slowly out of a puddle of chemical solution, as if the solution connected to another world below.
“Raven.”
The demon’s low voice dripped with malice. It cracked its neck with a teeth-gritting “crack crack,” saying, “Your great father sent me to ask you…”
To act tough.
Actually, it was endless posturing.
After its menacing entrance, before the demon could finish speaking, it saw a human boy dart in front of it, jump up, and land an uppercut on its chin.
“Bang!”
The demon’s head snapped back.
It was stunned for a moment.
Then came endless fury.
“You should fear me! Submit to me! Human, I am a demon! My life transcends yours!” The horned demon had just reset its crooked jaw when, after an angry roar, it saw Ian’s fist coming again.
“I’m a rapper too! Did I say it? Did I show off?” Ian grabbed a half-melted fire extinguisher nearby and swung it full force into the demon’s face.
Physical damage really worked.
The demon’s face deformed as it staggered and fell to the ground. Before it could react, it felt someone riding it, desperately stuffing something into its mouth.
“This works too?”
Rachel, who’d been tense for a moment, instantly felt her worldview collapse. She just stared blankly as Ian rode the demon, repeatedly trying to shove a pendant into its mouth. Neither she nor the demon understood the behavior—only Ian knew what he was doing.
“Godfather! Save me! Save me! I want to get stronger!” Ian shouted for help while smashing the demon’s temples hard. To savor that melt-in-your-mouth delicacy, he was even powering up.
Family Hero?
No!
Gourmet!
[ps: Big Shots, ran into a big shot this week in the same period, follow-up reading isn’t enough and it’s crashing. Have to wait for next week’s PK to get a recommendation. Begging hard for new book period follow-up reads. I’ll stockpile as much as I can, explode updates for a month after launch, write more update more, definitely make sure everyone gets plenty, quality guaranteed.]
