Chapter 75: Demon! The True Demon!
Perhaps the Minotaur Demon really changed its approach and wanted to bewitch Ian.
“We can sign a contract, a soul contract, using the power of the contract to assure that I won’t cheat you.” It gave Ian a suggestion with utmost seriousness.
“Aren’t you loyal to Sangong Mo?”
Ian’s suspicious gaze was filled with distrust.
“I’m not switching allegiance. The great Demon King is my eternal faith; that will absolutely not change. The contract between us is just a constraint to assure that I won’t harm you.”
The Minotaur Demon’s tone still carried a sense of sincerity.
“You are Superman’s son. Even my master definitely wouldn’t dare to cheat you casually.” The Minotaur Demon’s tone carried a sigh, though this was perhaps just its Oscar-level acting skills at play.
“Guess if I believe you?” Ian believed that no courtesy without reason was either treachery or theft. Only the Joker who gave him a check could he temporarily pretend was an accident.
“I can smell your longing for magic, extremely intense, exceedingly greedy… and carrying a Kryptonian’s arrogance. You will definitely have great talent in learning magic.”
The Minotaur Demon continued to persuade in a tone full of conviction, “You probably don’t understand what your pendant is. You might still think it’s a boon for you, right?”
It recalled the past when Ian kept pressing it to the ground and stuffing it into the pendant.
Its expression showed slight fear.
“You know about my pendant too?”
Ian pulled out the pendant hidden under his shirt.
“Yes… I remember now… It’s not some treasure. It’s an… invitation from Death.” The Minotaur Demon’s voice carried a hint of gravity.
“An invitation from Death?”
Ian thoughtfully looked at his negative status. On this point, the demon seemed not to be lying. The reason for deducting one life value per minute might be to bring the bearer closer to death?
“That’s right. This thing originally belonged to the Death Knight, but lately in Hell, there are rumors that it fell into the hands of a great demon whose name I dare not mention.”
“That great demon has been using this pendant, attempting to sacrifice interesting lives to the Death Knight. Now, I think you are the sacrifice that great demon is using to curry favor with the Death Knight.”
“You might not know who the Death Knight is. It is The End of all things, a truly terrifying and fearsome deity, an ancient existence that even my master wouldn’t want to provoke.”
The Minotaur Demon specifically explained the seriousness of the matter to Ian.
However.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Ian directly grabbed the expensive alloy hammer he had bought during the hospital incident to destroy evidence and smashed it hard on the Minotaur Demon’s head several times.
“You’re the terrifying one! You’re the fearsome one! Don’t even think about sowing discord between me and my godfather!” Ian’s hammer was actually quite handy, but the damage it could cause was really very limited.
The Minotaur Demon’s head didn’t even swell up.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!!!”
So Ian hurriedly added a few more hard smashes, making the Minotaur Demon’s head see stars—honestly, even so, Ian still missed that afternoon.
Ever since trying the feel of dual-wielding to smash Cousin Aunt, he couldn’t go back. A Kryptonian’s forehead was really the best hammer in the world.
“What… what godfather?”
The Minotaur Demon was truly knocked dizzy by Ian.
“Listen up! The man standing before you—no, the boy sitting before you—is the Death Knight’s most beloved godson, and also Miss Death’s secret crush, the perfect…”
Ian’s words stopped abruptly here because he felt his own brain being hammered hard too, which made him summarize another thing about Miss Death.
She doesn’t always watch him.
But praising her name might be perceived by her. When Ian previously confessed to Father and Mother using a substitute term, there was no feeling of some indescribable force ignoring the body and hammering straight at his brain.
“Sorry, I just felt the shy reaction of the secret admirer.”
Ian shook his head.
“You… you…”
The Minotaur Demon was completely speechless about this. Its entire bull head was in a dazed state—either this boy wasn’t afraid of death, or he was seeking death.
Besides that.
It truly couldn’t understand how the other dared to badmouth the two oldest existences like this.
Especially the latter one—even if that existence was kind to humans, Lucifer had once evaluated her as a “fickle old woman.” Just thinking about it showed she definitely wasn’t easy to get along with.
“Don’t say any more! If you say it, I won’t dare to listen! Human child! You have no idea what you’re offending… Please, let’s talk about the transaction for learning magic instead.”
The Minotaur Demon’s tone became somewhat trembling.
“Transaction? So there’s a price? What do you want? Abyss Magic Bucket.” Ian didn’t know the Minotaur Demon’s original name, but since the afternoon, this demon could only have one name here—to be fair, not directly calling the Minotaur Demon a trash can was already enough for it to thank Ian.
“…”
After another moment of silence.
The Minotaur Demon wasn’t angry.
It also knew that being angry was pointless.
“Don’t let that boy get close to me… absolutely don’t.” The demon spoke in a hoarse, low voice with its condition, its tone surprisingly carrying a hint of pleading.
“Ah?”
Ian didn’t react for a moment.
Then.
The Minotaur Demon’s eyes showed terror.
“I’m a demon from Hell, so you have to trust my instincts… That boy, your brother, he’s the one who really wants to pee in my mouth!”
“Maybe not just pee!”
The human world isn’t worth it.
The Minotaur Demon truly regretted being the vanguard right now more than anything.
The atmosphere in the air was somewhat silent.
A long time later.
“Nonsense! Blathering! Making things up! Is this what demons are like? I’ve finally seen how despicable you are!” Ian ultimately chose to believe his second brother.
Brotherhood.
Is like this. People can’t, at least shouldn’t. He knew his brother and was certain Jordan had a full 20% chance of not doing that kind of thing.
“Sigh.”
Seeing this, the Minotaur Demon didn’t continue the topic.
“Let’s quickly sign a mutual help contract, human child.” It just kept urging, but Ian, who never believed it, only sneered in response.
“What contract? What magic? I’ve been sworn enemies with demons since I was little, incompatible like fire and water. Who’s mutual helping with you? Dream on. No, I won’t even fart for you to eat. I’m saving it for someone worthy later.” Ian tugged at the corner of his mouth with his hand because he felt his sneer wasn’t quite right.
“…”
The Minotaur Demon was utterly speechless.
And at that moment.
“Knock knock knock~”
A knock suddenly sounded outside the room.
“Ian, we need to talk.”
It was Old Father Clark’s voice. It seemed Superman had returned from rescuing the nuclear power plant. He didn’t know if Mother had come back too. In that instant, Ian didn’t even dare to breathe.
He knew he couldn’t hide the fact that he was in the room from Old Father with his X-ray vision. This was perhaps the sorrow of being born in a superhero family—even playing dead couldn’t be done successfully.
Precisely because of that.
“Knock knock knock~”
After the knock sounded again.
Ian suddenly started to believe a bit that mutual help was a good thing.
“He said… he said… everything was bewitched by the demon, if there’s anything… go at the demon… he also said he’s just a child!”
This was the Minotaur Demon’s slightly trembling voice.
Carrying a hint of a sob.
Me hit Superman?
The little demon under two thousand years old felt like it could shatter at any moment. It sensed the terrifying aura outside that had fallen silent but was growing increasingly oppressive.
Heart pounding in fear.
Yet, the little boy’s whispers in its ear told it what to repeat, so familiar to the demon.
At this moment.
The Minotaur suddenly had an epiphany.
There was indeed a demon in this room.
But it felt that definitely wasn’t itself.
