Chapter 66: Isn’t This A Superpower Too? [seeking Monthly Tickets]
To be honest.
If Rachel hadn’t reminded him, Ian would really have almost forgotten that his head was still on fire—mainly because the system’s occasional 【experience points+1】 feedback really made him prone to intermittent amnesia.
“Sorry, that’s why Mr. White looked so terrified just now. He must have thought I was the real Ghost Rider, but I think I’m more like invincible Zoffy.”
Ian walked reluctantly to the poolside where the pipe had been bursting for a long time.
Clear water like a spring.
But it couldn’t extinguish the hellfire.
“Sigh~”
Seeing this, Rachel.
Also reached out with mixed feelings to help Ian.
Her abilities were numerous.
In an instant, she completely eliminated the hellfire on Ian’s head.
“Thanks.”
Ian indeed felt much cooler. He activated his self-healing ability, his hair growing back wildly, and even his slightly damaged face became smooth-skinned again.
The kind of smoothness that Deadpool would absolutely envy.
“General MacArthur once said that if someone helps you, you should treat them to Häagen-Dazs, so now you only owe me nine Häagen-Dazs.”
Ian regained a refreshed feeling.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t want free ice cream.
As for this.
Raven Rachel didn’t respond.
“Your abilities are impressive…” Rachel had seen Ian’s 【self-healing】 method with her own eyes; her eyes flickered slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she cautiously asked.
“Is your personality a side effect of your abilities?” Her way of speaking was particularly tactful, clearly having maximized her not-so-skilled language organization ability.
“You mean the part where I’m very likable? A lot of girls say that.” Ian understood what she meant; after all, he had super intelligence, so he regretfully spread his hands and responded, “Actually, I’m quite troubled by this too. Every day when I come to school, I have to throw away the love letters stuffed in my desk.”
What he said was actually true.
However.
Rachel hesitated to speak.
She really admired the adaptability of the girls in this high school.
“What are you doing?” Rachel saw Ian rummaging through the ruined classroom, mixing some chemical reagents, and couldn’t help but feel quite confused by the boy’s behavior.
“Of course, destroying the corpse and evidence—Mr. White taught me that. He always thought I might go to Gotham for college.” Ian shook the thermos in his clothes pocket.
He knew Mr. White was a great chemist starting from that class.
“…”
Rachel found herself not surprised at all by this.
She silently watched Ian pour the mixed chemical solution onto the green, rotting demon remains, then saw the boy turn back to give her a sincere reminder.
“Demons polluted by my saliva have lost their edible value.” Ian noticed the chemical solution had no effect and couldn’t help but regret in his heart that chemistry indeed had its limits.
“No one wants to eat hell creatures—except you.” Rachel’s voice was as steady as a flatline on an ECG. She raised her hand, and crimson energy poured down like a waterfall.
The demon remains instantly turned to ashes.
“As expected, magic is more effective.” Ian was a bit envious; he also wanted to switch to magician, but he didn’t know if he could find Doctor Strange’s corpse on the Marvel Universe side.
The magic in the DC Universe has particularly high costs.
Even dogs wouldn’t learn it.
He mainly couldn’t find a place to learn it without getting scammed.
“You don’t know magic?”
Rachel was somewhat confused.
She strongly suspected Ian was some hell big shot’s illegitimate son, because only demons like devouring demons, and the Grim Reaper’s attitude toward this boy earlier also indicated that the boy’s background was definitely not simple.
“I will, I will. Once I learn Light, I’ll be a qualified mage.” Ian found a rag and started wiping everywhere in the classroom that he had touched.
“You should be glad our school has no surveillance cameras.”
Ian spoke confidently to the girl behind him.
“How do you know?”
Rachel was slightly surprised.
“The principal occasionally asks me to help with tax reporting for her illegal income, so I know five US dollars can only buy a cheap plastic model—it’s not because I’m the best student that I get full scholarships every year.”
“This is the principal’s karmic return to me.” Ian’s answer once again brought prolonged silence to the mentally resolute maiden; she could hardly imagine this was something a fourteen-year-old boy should do.
“Gotham truly deserves to have you.”
After a long while.
Rachel gave Ian the highest praise.
“Actually, I won’t go to Gotham; there’s the Joker there… he’s slightly more terrifying than Batman.” Ian didn’t dislike Mr. Wayne, because he was his big benefactor.
But as a normal person.
It was reasonable for him to be very wary of Gotham’s real madmen.
“Mm, in limited survival space, same species engage in mutual killing; this is natural law. I understand you.” The emotionless maiden spoke expressionlessly.
Her tone had no fluctuation yet carried a power that struck straight to the heart.
“You’re serious?”
Ian thought he should take the girl in front of him to see Dr. Hannibal about her brain.
And at that moment.
“Woo-woo-woo~”
A piercing police siren sounded unexpectedly from downstairs.
“We should leave here.”
Rachel stood by the window and looked down; police cars and fire trucks had appeared on campus. She turned back to look at Ian; the boy was still carefully wiping every possible fingerprint spot.
“Don’t panic.”
Ian wasn’t anxious.
“Before we leave, the fire department and police won’t come up; it’s tradition.” He was very certain of this; it was a scientific conclusion from his investigation and research.
“Are you saying they’re extremely incompetent?”
Rachel was just about to agree.
The next moment.
She saw Ian shake his head slightly.
“No no no, I’m actually praising them as smart: they do work worth their monthly salary—only smart people can survive the internship period in Metropolis.”
“Of course, Gotham is even more terrifying; Gotham only talks about fate and luck.”
Ian believed statistical data would never lie.
“…”
Rachel was speechless.
She kind of wanted to retort.
But inexplicably felt Ian’s words really made sense. Facts proved it too: Ian cleaned for another two minutes, yet no footsteps sounded outside the hallway.
“All done!”
Ian burned the rag clean with fire; of course he didn’t know how to perfectly handle the scene, but being careful and cautious was always right—fewer oversights were definitely better.
“Can you fly? I heard the demon call you Raven earlier.” Ian’s gaze fixed on Rachel’s back and hair, which made Rachel somewhat unable to understand such staring.
“I’m not Superman, but…” Rachel took a deep breath and somewhat helplessly extended her hand to Ian, “I think I have a better retreat method than flying away from here.”
She watched the curious Ian hand his hand to her.
The next moment.
Teleportation and dimensional travel ability activated.
The two instantly vanished from the empty classroom. And just as the science Ian believed showed, the police and firefighters only appeared one after another shortly after they left.
What can be said.
Isn’t this also a kind of superpower?
