Chapter 95: Logging Into The Main Account! Call Me Ancestor! [long Chapter]
Ian eyed the toad that could only be used to find people, clearly possessing magic. He remembered that some people in Europe and America liked to lick toads, so this was definitely some kind of officially controlled contraband.
“Stop, stop, listen to their troubles… they must have troubles…” Ian swayed his ID card while starting his deceptive persuasion.
The main reason was he didn’t dare to struggle too hard against Madison’s hand. He couldn’t help it, Ian hadn’t inherited his father’s bio-electric field from afar, and he might pull Madison’s arm off by accident.
Although this could be seen as giving away a ticket to cyber ascension.
But Madison might not like it.
“This is a blank piece of paper!” Madison slapped Ian’s hand away, her blonde hair bristling with anger. She felt she was going crazy, even subconsciously turning her head to confirm her identity information.
Superheroes don’t have official ID cards for shit!
“That’s not right, you should see my 【 nylon stockings Superman 】 official ID.” Ian trotted along, his expression surprised, he took back the card and examined it carefully for a moment.
There was no problem at all. It displayed the identity he wanted to project in his heart, and even the nylon stockings in the photo were the desired kind he couldn’t find after visiting several supermarkets.
It had a perfect oily sheen.
It was the kind that could be sold to perverted lesbians on a gay dating website after use. As for why he wouldn’t sell it to men, it was naturally because Ian still had morality and a bottom line in his heart.
It was definitely not because the perverted poor boys couldn’t afford the price.
“You definitely didn’t take your medicine this morning!” Madison stomped her feet anxiously, pulling out a bottle of pills from her bag. “Delusional disorder, right? Then take my psychiatric medicine for now!”
She seemed to have revealed something.
A deeply hidden secret.
Yet it was also something that felt very reasonable.
After all, not just any girl could be deskmates with Ian for several years. Ian was about to confess that he had “recovered,” but upon seeing the 【 extra large 】 medicine bottle, he immediately chose to shut up.
Minors actually understand what is more beneficial to them than adults, this is a screening mechanism evolved by nature; minors who are not profit-seeking would have all died before evolving into Homo sapiens. Although Darwin did not elaborate on this point, it did not prevent Ian from drawing inferences from the theory of evolution.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch~”
Ian felt that the duration of his friendship with Madison was quite long, so he found an excuse for his deep affection and took a big gulp. He took the medicine bottle and directly poured a full dose into his mouth.
【 Metabolic Disorder 】
Unfortunately, due to his extremely strong physical quality, Ian only gained a negligible negative status. He wondered if there were still Kryptonian medicine recipes in his old father’s Batcave.
Alien medicine from outer space must be effective.
“No! You ate it all?” Madison didn’t realize until Ian returned the medicine bottle to her, her eyes widening in surprise, her voice filled with disbelief.
“You didn’t leave any for me? Not a single one?” It could only be said that a transmigrator would not encounter an ordinary deskmate. Madison’s focus was clearly different from most normal people.
She was only shocked by Ian’s “selfishness.” As for drug poisoning, sorry, in the minds of European and American underachievers, there was no such concept, and to not have it in their minds was basically equivalent to it not existing.
To be honest.
Such a thought process.
Even Ian found it a bit peculiar.
“It would be truly worth your money to go see a psychiatrist.”
Ian commented thoughtfully.
The simple-minded green tea girl didn’t understand the implication of his words.
“I don’t care, you have to go and prove to my psychiatrist, lest she think I’m reselling the medicine she prescribed me outside.” Madison tried to drag Ian and keep running.
“Let’s go to the police station first!” Because Madison had let go of Ian when she took out the medicine earlier, she only then realized that Ian’s hand had become a target she couldn’t grasp.
She reached down to grab.
Ian’s hand rose high.
She moved upward again.
Ian suddenly pulled his hand behind his back.
“What’s wrong with you!?”
Madison began to suspect if Ian was experiencing side effects of ADHD from taking medicine. She kept looking behind Ian and was slightly relieved when she didn’t see any pursuers.
“I’m mainly afraid that your hand will touch me again, and you’ll ruin my grand ambition and path to godhood again, woman.” Ian recalled the events in the classroom a few days ago with lingering fear.
Perhaps that ability to heal others was a miracle cure for those who needed it, but for Ian, all he could feel was immense psychological trauma.
Who understands, family.
Madison’s healing hand is definitely a nightmare for hoarders.
“Female lust has become a bone-scraping knife again, hasn’t it?”
Madison was very helpless.
She thought of Ian’s excuse when he talked about money but not feelings.
“About that.”
Ian didn’t correct her.
Even the ancestors’ words could be applied here after a slight distortion.
“When I become a Hollywood superstar, you’ll have to pay me if you want to shake my hand!” Charging Ian in reverse was Madison’s dream.
“Becoming a superstar is not as good as opening a hospital with me. That’s where the real money is. I can find the injured, and you are a divine doctor. Our combined effort will surely make us win big.”
Ian made a heartfelt proposal.
“May those who persuade others to study medicine be struck by lightning!” Madison rolled her eyes directly. She might understand what Ian was saying, but she had no intention of taking the bait.
Naturally, those who choose to see a doctor.
Naturally resist certain problems of their own.
“I’m serious, even if I buy you family medical insurance, so you don’t have to worry about having twenty-six children in one birth, you’re still not considering it?” Ian was still a little persistent.
On the main road, people came and went.
Some people with sharp ears couldn’t help but look back at them. It was mainly because a man wearing stockings on his head and a sexy girl discussing such topics was indeed enough to cause misunderstanding.
“What do you take me for? A pig? To give birth to a litter?” Madison’s hand went into her messy hair again. She took out her mobile phone with her other hand and started checking where the nearest police station was.
“Pigs can’t give birth to so many, but I think magicians certainly can.” Ian had certainly thought about it seriously. He remembered the pregnancy potion in the Harry Potter movies he watched before he transmigrated.
If not.
Then those who doubt it are seeing a pirated version.
The spiritual successor of Emperor Wansheng will not remember incorrectly.
“What magician?” Madison’s eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, but she concealed it by looking down at her phone. The fourteen-year-old actress still lacked deep cunning.
Ian took a deep look at Madison’s phone, which was upside down.
“For example, them.” Ian said softly, pointing to the group of people in black on the other side of the street. The group had appeared in front of Madison’s escape route with Ian at some point.
The leader’s magic toad spat out a long tongue, pointing at Madison. Reminded by Ian, Madison immediately noticed the group of black-clad people who were like a rash.
“This is impossible!”
Madison kept looking at the street behind her, and at the black-clad figures weaving through the traffic—she had just looked at the map and knew clearly that there were no back alleys nearby for those people to bypass here and appear in front.
“It’s not scientific!”
Madison’s face was full of surprise and uncertainty.
She wanted to run.
But found herself surrounded by black-clad figures on both sides.
“Your natural science and science courses scored a mere six points, and now you’re telling me you believe in science?” Ian tilted his head, once again feeling a moment of enlightenment.
“No wonder you want to see a psychiatrist!”
He believed Madison was the one who was not normal.
After all, a normal person, seeing Superman flying in the sky every day, The Flash on television, and all sorts of other superhumans, would not believe that there was still science in the world as commonly understood.
Even if one believes in science.
It would be a belief that encompasses all things.
It should not be like Madison, raising doubts.
“No… I mean… this isn’t normal? Hmm, not normal?” Madison was once again speechless by Ian’s logic.
It was incredibly, damnably reasonable.
“Where is it not normal? For so many years, our world has always been like this—trust me, convert to magic, you can’t grasp science at all.”
Ian dodged Madison’s grabbing hand again and patted her shoulder.
“Why is your hand speed so fast?”
Madison nervously looked around, no longer concerned about Ian’s abnormal hand speed, “We need to find the police, these people definitely have bad intentions.”
She found herself surrounded by black-clad figures on all sides, with nowhere to escape. She immediately began looking for a self-defense weapon around her—the next moment, she saw Ian shove an orange into her hand.
“You haven’t seen me wearing stockings on my head for so long, and the people I met on the road didn’t even think of calling the police. The police, who have been severely spoiled by Superman, definitely can’t save you—but don’t panic, I can, I always can. You stay put, I’ve already bought your orange.”
Ian surveyed the surroundings.
“Allow me to find a way to disable the surveillance cameras here first.”
No way.
It’s a busy area.
There are always a few cameras that might or might not be broken. Who would have thought that Ian’s lifelong enemy would be cameras? It wasn’t that Ian was timid and overcautious.
It was that the things he had stirred up recently were too numerous, and he wanted his family to have a breather. Especially Lois, who was so tired after work that even her father dared not provoke her.
Ian didn’t dare to let his mother work overtime because of him.
It didn’t matter if his father hurt when he hit.
But if his mother got angry, the father she commanded would be a different story than just hurting—and he couldn’t get hurt, so Ian thought that wasn’t a wise upgrade choice.
For his family and himself.
He should at least be good for a few hours, or even a dozen hours.
“Just this one orange?”
Madison felt the familiar deception, “You said the same thing yesterday. Do you know how long I waited on the playground? The school security guard almost arrested me as a thief!”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Instead, she became less panicked and nervous.
At least she had a friend to accompany her to have her kidneys harvested. So, if she was caught, she was caught. Resigned, Madison only hoped that her deceased Hollywood kidneys would sell for more than Ian’s.
This was the last bottom line for her as a proud middle school queen.
At this moment.
A group of people in black walked across the street, only tens of meters away from her and Ian. Looking left and right, Madison spotted a crutch being used by an old lady.
“It’s useless to ask for help from others, these people are abnormal, maybe… maybe it’s like you said, they have magic, and others only seem to get used to their actions.” Madison reminded Ian, but ultimately did not snatch the old lady’s crutch.
“Do they also have bio-electric fields?”
Ian was shocked.
“What bio-electric field?”
Madison blinked in confusion.
“When encountering such unscientific, unnatural, and abnormal things, blaming it on bio-electric fields is always right…” Jealousy twisted Ian’s handsome face. He found some stones on the ground, originally intending to smash the cameras, but now he wanted to smash them all at the black-clad figures.
“Weren’t you just saying it was magic?”
Madison couldn’t keep up with Ian’s train of thought.
“It could also be magic.” Ian could only comfort himself like this, but his behavior, in Madison’s eyes, seemed rather unreliable, like a fence-sitter.
“Use whatever wicked idea you have quickly! Don’t think about summoning Superman, I’ve tried, it’s useless.” Madison rolled her eyes. The approaching figures made her kidneys ache.
So.
She wanted to struggle a few more times.
“That’s because you tried and it didn’t work, doesn’t mean my call for help won’t work. People are different… Of course, I don’t like calling Superman for help because I believe everyone can be a superhero.”
Saying that.
Ian turned his back to Madison, revealing the 【 CD 】 letters on his T-shirt. They were large, but not just large. Madison could only stare in utter disbelief.
This shirt wasn’t torn because Ian had bought many of them.
“What do you mean?”
Madison’s mind switched between several scenarios.
Her brain was overloaded.
“It’s half of the abbreviation for Superboy, meaning I’m a Superboy who hasn’t grown up yet!” Ian believed this was simply due to Madison’s poor reading comprehension from failing her language class.
His label was clearly marked.
“…”
Utterly speechless, Madison saw Ian hide in a blind spot of the surveillance camera, poked out one eye, and aimed a stone at the camera, throwing it with the speed and force of a bullet.
However.
The surveillance camera was unharmed.
Ian directly knocked over a black-clad figure eight hundred meters away.
“What are you doing?”
Madison was stunned.
“This is part of the plan. Even you were fooled by me, so they certainly wouldn’t realize I was going for a sneak attack.” Ian adjusted his strategy in time. Madison, who once again found it absurd yet still felt Ian made sense, opened her mouth but ultimately didn’t know how to evaluate Ian.
“That boy is also a problem!”
The black-clad figures saw their companion attacked.
One of them rubbed his hands together to create a huge fireball and prepared to attack Ian—Madison was dumbfounded, and Ian, not wanting to expose his shooting skills again, frowned.
“See! I told you they were magicians!”
Ian closed his eyes directly.
“No, even if they are really magicians, are you giving up just like that? Abandoning it? Didn’t you always say you had a Super Brain? Think of a way quickly.”
Knowing she was just a pretty face with an empty head, Madison eagerly wanted to awaken Ian’s fighting spirit. Of course, she had indeed misunderstood Ian’s behavior.
“I’m unleashing my ultimate move right now.”
As soon as Ian finished speaking.
Madison opened her mouth to say something.
The next moment.
Her voice and actions instantly stopped.
The entire world froze.
Pedestrians froze in mid-step, birds hovered in the air, even the fountain’s water droplets solidified into crystal-like sculptures. Pedestrians, vehicles, and even the leaves suspended in the air rapidly faded.
The entire world was like a frozen black-and-white animation.
Only Ian retained his color.
“What do you mean, if I don’t come, you’re going to write a book about 《Me and Death: The Tsundere Miss’s Love Strategy》?”
An annoyed voice rang out.
Ian opened his eyes.
Beneath a traffic light that had turned gray like the surrounding environment, stood the familiar woman in the slip dress. It could only be Miss Death, with a displeased look on her face.
Seeing this.
Ian knew he had won again.
Facing Ian’s smile, Miss Death responded with a cold sneer.
“You think this can threaten me?” She stepped barefoot onto the grayed zebra crossing, ripples spreading with each step as she approached Ian.
“But you still came.”
Ian didn’t panic.
He even quoted a classic line from a Gu Long novel.
“??????”
Miss Death realized she hadn’t scared Ian, so she stopped in front of him. Looking at the boy who was slightly shorter than her, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“This is not because of you, don’t flatter yourself.” The Goddess of Death crossed her arms, tapping her fingernails on her arm, her long black hair blowing in the wind.
“I’m here because there’s something I need your help with behind this matter.” Without waiting for Ian to ask, Miss Death raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
The surveillance cameras on the entire street turned to ashes simultaneously, and even the rear lenses of pedestrians’ mobile phones turned into black sand in the wind. It had to be said that the visual impact of this scene was truly immense.
Ian’s eyes were bright.
“Sigh!”
Miss Death sighed again, looking at the scattering black ashes and the boy in front of her, her expression one of indescribable frustration. Even a deity who had lived for countless years had never encountered anything like this before.
Death had witnessed the adoration of countless lives.
And this.
It was indeed the first time someone had craved her power just to destroy surrounding surveillance cameras. This guy wasn’t even asking her to get rid of those damned things! This was beyond using a nuclear bomb to kill a chicken; she simply couldn’t understand what state of mind would lead to such a prayer?
Was she surprised?
Or did he really listen to his father?
“Are you happy?”
Miss Death stared at the boy in front of her.
“A little bit?”
Ian’s tone even carried uncertainty.
“…”
Miss Death was silent for a moment.
“Remember, in return, you have to investigate this matter thoroughly and give me an explanation…” She seemed to be hinting at something else as she tapped Ian’s forehead.
“That’s not right.”
Ian was not fooled by her little gesture.
“That’s not what I promised! I clearly promised that if you responded to me, you could come to my house and scrub my back when I couldn’t reach it!”
“And only for five minutes.”
He corrected her attempt to twist the concept.
The next moment.
“Whoosh~”
A gust of wind blew past.
The supreme deity disappeared with great speed.
Faster than ever before, the black-and-white world was re-dyed with color, and Ian found a strange pointer in his hand—the pointer was pointing straight in some unknown direction.
“Why is she in such a hurry?”
Ian mused.
He sensed something unusual.
After all, Miss Death had never given such a clear guide when it came to the invasion of the external universe, was this matter more urgent than his own father being corrupted by demons?
“This is the solution you thought of? A compass?” As the world regained its flow, Madison became spirited again. Her vision only showed a strange pointer appearing out of thin air in Ian’s hand.
“This is just the tsundere miss’s subtle confession.” Ian put the pointer in his pocket. Without the constraint of surveillance cameras, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to face a group of witches.
A giant fireball hurtled towards them.
The surrounding passersby bizarrely ignored it.
“Be careful!”
Madison tried to pull Ian to dodge, but found Ian charging towards the fireball as if he were on stimulants, shattering the terrifying-looking fireball with a single punch.
“All show!”
Ian looked at his hand, which wasn’t even burned, and was very disappointed. Another fireball roared towards him, and without even blinking, Ian raised his hand and punched the weak attack to smithereens.
“Damn! Why didn’t you say you were so strong earlier!”
Madison was stunned by Ian’s performance.
Her jaw almost hit the floor.
“I told you not to run, not to run… Little punk girl, your brain is really not working well.” Ian didn’t look back, simply grabbing a street lamp that was being controlled by telekinesis by the people in black and thrown at him.
A perfect imitation of his father’s move.
It was amazing.
It felt great not to mess up.
“I can’t control his mind!”
“Damn it! Who is this guy?!”
…
It was still the theory of relativity.
When Ian wasn’t in a hurry, others always were. The black-clad sorcerers panicked and unleashed various spells at Ian. However, their actions merely exemplified what it meant to be weaklings.
“Too flashy, might as well just use an AK47 each.”
Ian, enduring flames, lightning, and ice shards, charged directly at them. With even distribution, one punch per person, his body, struck by magic, suffered no damage.
He didn’t even gain experience from the 【Berserker】.
It was a display of the charm of stats.
Clothes slightly damaged.
Pants with minor flaws.
Only the stockings on his face had turned to ashes.
“Bang bang bang~”
These mages had clearly chosen the wrong skills; their bodies were frail. Ian knocked them all out with a single punch each, and he carefully picked up the toad belonging to the leader in black.
“My baby~”
Just by holding the magical toad in his hand, Ian found himself afflicted with the 【Slow Poison】 debuff, and immediately became infatuated with the toad.
He had just put it in his pocket and hadn’t figured out how to use it yet.
“Be careful!”
Madison’s urgent reminder reached his ears. Ian turned and saw a sedan being smashed towards him with great force by a black-clad person using telekinetic abilities.
Ian was not his father.
He didn’t have a bio-electric field.
So, he had to perform an iron-headed skill on the spot.
His head went straight through the Japanese sedan.
“My god! You’re just like Superman!”
Madison’s eyes bulged. She praised Ian excessively, becoming like the first—and perhaps only—fan of Nylon Superman after his debut.
“Snap, snap~”
Ian tore open the sedan that had trapped him, forcibly activating pure numerically-stacked Super Speed, and rushed forward, smashing the black-clad person who had ambushed him unethically to the ground.
This guy took a full three punches from Ian.
“My no-kill principle saved you.” Ian finished fighting and motioned for Madison to tie up these people, intending to send them all to the gay bar before his father found out.
They say you can pick up strays at bars.
The gay men of Metropolis should also experience nature’s bounty.
“So, the comic you drew, you’re the protagonist? You’re actually Superman!?” Madison’s imagination was wild; she instantly bestowed the title of Superman upon Ian.
She was now acting extremely obedient, tying up these black-clad people without Ian’s direction. The precocious deskmate girl knew what Ian’s favorite centipede shape was.
“No, the inspiration for Homelander comes from my older brother.” Ian quickly corrected her, trying to salvage his image. There was no rule that said a comic couldn’t exist first, followed by the author discovering the prototype.
“You didn’t deny that you’re Superman!” Madison was surprised at first, then frowned. “That’s not right, Superman has been active for decades!”
“Don’t you age? Hiss~ I see now, an ageless you has been hiding in middle school as a student, no wonder no one has discovered Superman’s true identity!”
The blonde, green-eyed girl gasped, displaying her excellent deductive skills. She felt she was gradually understanding everything and believed her intelligence was quite sharp in emergencies.
“Have you been watching too much Twilight?”
Ian looked at his deskmate with surprise. He didn’t want to betray his father, nor did he dare to hack into his father’s account. He believed he would eventually have his own legend.
Metropolis.
Would eventually usher in the era of Nylon Superman.
Ian had plans. His eldest brother wasn’t doing well academically but had good athletic ability. If he couldn’t awaken his Kryptonian bloodline in the future, he could strive on the American Football field and then transition into becoming a Senator.
With the help of a popular hero.
Plus, Ian hacking into President Trump’s account and borrowing the slogan “MAGA” as his background.
What is this called?
This is God’s hint!
His eldest brother, Jonathan, from a traditional red-state family, could very well become the President of America! This is the true direction to protect the family’s secrets!
“Why are you smiling so foolishly?” After Madison finished tying up the group, she found Ian chuckling at a billboard advertising Luthor’s campaign for state senator.
“It’s nothing, I was just worrying myself sick about my family’s future.” Ian withdrew his gaze and looked around. He was about to ask Madison to inquire among the male classmates about where such bars were when.
Suddenly, everyone on the street collapsed. Cars started playing bumper cars, and Ian lightning-fast saved an eighty-year-old man, while a seventy-year-old “young old man” on the other side of the street was not so lucky.
He collided head-on with a sedan that had lost control due to the driver’s unconsciousness.
Collapsed and convulsing.
Bleeding profusely.
“I could only save one more…” Ian was somewhat helpless, but not ashamed. After all, he had saved one, and the oldest person meant the greatest merit and reward.
Respect the old and love the young.
A soul from the ancient East felt he would only enjoy the scoring system from his homeland.
“You’re Superman, how could you only save one more? You must be deliberately testing me.” Madison rushed forward, placing her hands on the injured man.
The old man instantly revived, even his age spots faded.
“Can you have a little more trust?”
Madison didn’t blame Ian, but she was utterly speechless at his lack of trust. From her perspective, such a suspicion was quite normal.
After all, Superman’s speed was enough to save everyone.
Everyone in Metropolis shared this consensus.
“I don’t engage in that kind of Batman behavior!” Ian’s anger meter in the lower right corner soared. He felt Madison was cursing him dirty; how could he play tricks like Batman?
“Fine, you little punk girl, not only did you lie to me about not understanding magic, but you also maliciously misjudged me. This can’t be settled with less than ten servings of KFC—and they must be on days other than Thursday!”
“On Thursdays, you’ll have to treat me twenty times.”
Ian used this as leverage.
“…”
Madison was stunned.
She then felt Ian couldn’t possibly be Superman.
“I didn’t lie to you.”
With a helpless sigh.
Madison spoke slowly, beginning her first honest conversation. “I was indeed going to an audition today, but later I realized something was wrong.”
“The audition location was a small church—not a Christian or Catholic one, but a private church. When I got there, I felt like the place was a cult.”
She found the reason for her earlier suspicion that Ian believed in a cult. “An old woman led me through some tests and tried to trick me into joining her ‘Witch Coven’.”
Speaking of which.
Madison’s expression was one of lingering fear.
“Honestly, I’m not stupid. Unlike those women who are always fooled by mysterious things, in my opinion, those so-called tests were completely incomprehensible magic.”
“Teleportation, clairvoyance, fireballs, soul connection, telepathy… It was very mysterious, but I didn’t believe it.” Madison covered her head, still finding the chaotic world difficult to accept.
“Witches? Witch coven? Tests and assessments?” Ian touched upon his “prophet” blind spot. He began to desperately search for memories that could correspond with this information.
It was normal not to be able to recall anything.
After all, he wasn’t a true prophet.
Who could have read all fantasy works before transmigrating? All Ian could do was, based on probability, begin searching for characters and events involving magic in the DC universe.
He found nothing.
“This is frustrating, even my Super Brain isn’t working?” Ian refused to believe this. He continued to push his brain, secretly threatening it in his mind.
This was still useful.
He remembered many things he hadn’t recalled before.
However.
Among them, there was still no information related to Madison or any witch coven. “So, you’re saying these people are actually witches?”
Ian looked at the men in suits on the ground, his tone filled with astonishment. The useless knowledge he recalled was about a supernatural profession in a novel where men transformed into women.
So.
Maybe in DC, women can also turn into men?
“No, it’s not like that… everyone in that coven is a woman, the most standard women in every sense.” Madison knew Ian’s thoughts could easily go off track.
So she emphasized that the witches were indeed just witches.
“Then how did these people target you? Aren’t you part of the witches?” Ian kicked one of the unconscious men in black, whose body was as soft as a slug.
Boneless?
Just as Ian crouched down to examine them.
“No, no, no, we’re not like witches, we’re male witches—at least I’m a male witch, and they were male witches too before they were corrupted and replaced by my imps.”
A voice with an echo suddenly boomed out.
A rift opened in the sky, and a man in a black robe slowly descended. For every meter he dropped, a street lamp along the road exploded, a dramatic entrance that made Ian feel a little envious.
“Nightclub style?”
Ian stared at the man’s exposed chest, somewhat amazed. “Little punk, I knew you’d attract this kind of person. You should go to fewer clubs if you don’t want them bothering you.”
Such earnest advice.
Madison was enraged.
“Get lost! I’m still a virgin, that’s my most valuable asset! Who would waste it at a nightclub?” Madison gritted her teeth and kicked Ian’s calf.
However.
How could an Iron Body without a Bio-Electric Field be a mere display?
“Thump~”
Madison kicked out, only to fall on her backside. She became even more annoyed, as if she had developed an aversion to her own stupidity. She realized she should have known long ago that she couldn’t kick Ian.
“Damn it!”
Madison was so close to crying from her own foolishness. She let go, and even her expensive handbag fell to the ground. Her face was filled with self-doubt and a reflection on her own intelligence.
“There was a mosquito that bit me just now.”
Ian pretended not to see.
His deskmate was clearly faking it.
The way her eyes welled up with tears was too convincing.
“????”
Madison was hit again.
“That’s it? You still want to eat KFC!?”
She gritted her teeth.
“Don’t be like that, I’m saving you right now.” Ian quickly looked at the descending man, changing the subject. “You must have some reason for chasing my good friend, Miss Madison.”
A truly obvious attempt to rescue the situation.
Hearing this.
Madison sighed and lay sprawled in the middle of the road in a starfish position.
She had given up.
“The Sorceress Supreme wants to use her body to live another life. This is not something I want to see… This world can only have one Sorcerer Supreme, and that’s me.”
The man was also honest.
With his hands behind his back.
Full of presence.
Of course, the nightclub vibe was still very apparent—carefree, with a frivolous expression, and a strong aura of a top-tier club performer. Ian twitched his nose and frowned.
He realized something was wrong.
“Demon?”
Yes, Ian’s super nose detected a familiar scent.
“Clever.”
The man grinned, his mouth crooked.
It looked much more natural than Ian’s Dragon King smile.
“What!? A demon!?” Madison, who had been lying down, propped herself up, her face filled with terror. It was definitely a terrible day for her. She hadn’t recovered from the shock of magic and witches before encountering something even scarier. The blonde girl now just wanted to faint quickly.
She could accept Ian picking her up and taking her home. It wouldn’t be a loss; she could brag about sleeping with Superman if she made it in Hollywood, which would be more cost-effective than those sluts sleeping with directors.
“I am the Son of the Demon King, the future king of this world.” The man said proudly, looking at Ian, his voice becoming deep as if imbued with some power.
“Now, surrender to me.”
His words might have actually contained some magic.
Behold.
Madison, who was lying on the ground, suddenly flipped over and knelt directly facing the man in the black robe. Her pretty face was filled with horror and disbelief.
“What is happening!”
Madison cried out in shock, her voice trembling.
“It is to follow destiny.”
The man in the black robe said with youthful arrogance.
“You also like to talk about destiny?”
Ian was extremely surprised.
He was not affected by the power of the man’s words.
In response.
The man in the black robe was also quite surprised, but he didn’t get angry. Not everyone was as easily enraged as Ian. “This is an oracle; mortals cannot defy it.”
“However, it seems you have a very special body.”
Saying this.
The man scanned his surroundings. The messy street was littered with scattered metal debris, which had been used to attack Ian and subsequently destroyed by him.
“It’s not my fault, it’s all your subordinates’ fault.” Ian firmly believed he was acting in self-defense, and this was important. He would also remember that America had self-defense.
It would be very useful in court when combined with other strategies.
“Subordinates? They aren’t qualified to be my subordinates—they’re just imps from hell. If I obtain your body, I will no longer need their assistance.”
The man in the black robe first looked down dismissively at the bound men in black on the ground, then looked up at Ian, his eyes filled with greed, as if he intended to body-snatch Ian.
“That’s highly unlikely.”
Ian politely refused.
“Hmph, that doesn’t require your consent. I’m taking your body. I will replace your identity in this world, and no one will remember today’s events.”
The man in the black robe was full of confidence. He pointed at the unconscious crowd scattered on the ground, clearly indicating that all of this was his doing. Perhaps he had been observing Ian’s battle from the very beginning.
And the reason for doing so.
Was naturally to body-snatch Ian without anyone noticing.
“Superman, he’s disrespecting you so much, beat him up!” Madison lay down again and patted Ian’s calf, very lightly, afraid of hurting her hand.
“He’s not Superman, he’s just an imposter,” the man in the black robe sneered. He thought he had exposed Ian’s vanity and planned to continue applying psychological pressure on Ian.
This was intended to shatter Ian’s psychological defenses, making it easier for him to body-snatch Ian later. It must be said, his plan was quite good, but unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have conducted a thorough background check.
“You’re right, I am not Superman.” Ian felt no crack in his composure. As the man in the black robe frowned, he also scanned the men in black on the ground.
“So, you mean the help I exchanged for my looks is meaningless, not only are the cameras useless, but there are also no witnesses who can remember what happened?”
“Even you guys are demons? Not human?”
Ian’s emotional fluctuation stemmed from annoyance.
He gritted his teeth.
The man in the black robe was utterly confused.
“Yes.”
This man, who considered himself the Son of Hell, didn’t quite understand Ian’s attitude.
However, he nodded in response.
The next moment.
The man in the black robe saw Ian’s face visibly flush, turn red, and his body tremble. The corner of his mouth turned up, and he was about to point out that Ian would disappear silently to increase his fear.
However.
“I have an early morning class! Screw twenty times! Fifty times!” Suddenly, the boy roared, interrupting the man in the black robe’s plan. He saw the man’s eyes begin to emit a brilliant golden light.
“If you’d told me this earlier! I would have used my main account!” Two heat vision beams erupted without warning. Ian, furious, was truly going all out.
Under the gaze of Madison, who had done a cartwheel to sit up, her eyeballs almost popping out, the surging golden beams sent the male witch, who hadn’t reacted, flying.
“I know! This is a heat ray! Golden color! Golden Superman!” Madison’s exclamation was interspersed with the sound of the black-robed man being blown away and crashing into the mall.
Heat rays were indeed powerful; they either caused direct damage or, if they couldn’t penetrate, they would also push back. The Son of Hell, who had made such a grand entrance, completely shattered the three-story mall with his impact.
The roar of collapsing gravel and rebar was quite intense.
“Little punk, show some respect. I’m using my main account now, I’m an ancestor.” Ian truly understood what it meant to use his main account, and he even warned his good friend.
Let alone the demon who had attacked him just now.
“Crash~”
Maintaining the heat ray release, Ian walked towards the mall ruins and casually grabbed two bound men in black, crushing their empty heads.
There was truly no brain inside.
Only maggots.
“As expected, not human!”
Ian didn’t kill all the demons. these imps were the lowest-level demons, and they couldn’t be sacrificed to his godfather. However, he thought they could be used to nourish his gas station and trash can.
“This is making me so angry! I pulled off a great operation, and you’re telling me it was because I was too smart and overthought it!” Ian became angrier as he thought about it, and the heat rays in his eyes intensified.
The golden light almost solidified, burning the dust in the air with a scorched smell—the Berserker’s passive ability, which enhanced physical quality, also affected the skill effects of other professions.
After all, physical quality wasn’t calculated in isolation.
“Damn it! What kind of power is this! It’s not Superman’s heat ray!” The Son of Hell wailed in the ruins. A large area of his body was covered in charred, blackened wounds.
However.
Due to timely defense, he wasn’t completely destroyed by Ian. But the black mist that gathered on his arm, raised for blocking, didn’t seem like it could hold for much longer.
“Is that all? Is that all?”
Ian strode closer, each step cracking the ground.
“Sorcerer Supreme? Trash!” He grabbed the man, who was too weak to resist, by the throat and lifted him entirely.
The man in the black robe’s feet were off the ground, and the black mist churned wildly, but he couldn’t break free from Ian’s iron grip. He even discovered in horror that his black mist couldn’t harm Ian.
“What exactly are you!?”
His voice was distorted by fear.
“Definitely not the Sorcerer Supreme? What kind of trash is that.” Ian was always good at maintaining relationships with big shots. He was about to state that he was a disciple of Sorcerer Supreme Tony.
Suddenly.
A book fell from the struggling man in the black robe. The book’s cover was made of some creature’s skin, covered in fine scales, and emitted a strange blue-gray luster in the sunlight. Several living black tentacles wrapped around the spine writhed restlessly, and there were even words on it that Ian couldn’t understand.
“What is this?”
Ian liked picking things up.
So he first threw the man in the black robe aside, then stepped on him as he crawled, and immediately bent down to pick up the strange book on the ground.
And the moment Ian’s fingertips touched the eerie tome.
The entire book suddenly began to writhe like socks thrown into a tumble dryer.
The scales on the cover fell off with a “rustle,” revealing a pink Hello Kitty sticker underneath. The tentacles on the spine “pitter-pattered” onto the ground, turning into piles of colorful plasticine.
Cartoon clouds and rainbow doodles appeared on the edges of the pages. In the center of the cover, the previously fierce demon relief now twisted into a round yellow smiley face.
Surging, dim, but continuously boiling light gray substance spread around the smiley face. The text on the cover also changed, condensing into six distorted characters.
It looked just like a child’s doodle.
【Ian’s Magic Book】
Ian found that he could suddenly understand it.
He blinked.
“This book actually knows how to ward off evil?” Ian had to admit, this sudden change greatly surprised him. The man in the black robe, pinned under his foot, just glanced up.
The next moment, his entire body became stiff. He stopped struggling, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His whole body began to tremble, and his face contorted beyond recognition.
“No, no! It should be mine! It’s mine!” The man in the black robe’s voice was extremely sharp, with a terrifying burst, echoing throughout the entire street.
“I can’t feel it anymore! I can’t feel it! This… no, it shouldn’t be like this…” The man in the black robe, who was originally arrogant and proud of his status as the Son of Hell, was filled with despair.
“What’s wrong?”
Ian flipped through the book in his hand.
The pages inside were all blank, slightly yellowed paper.
“Why can’t I feel it?”
Ian frowned.
He felt like he had been tricked.
However.
The man in the black robe had no intention of answering him.
The guy was just trembling.
“How can you be a demon… How can you be a higher-ranking demon than me…” Sometimes, a broken life turns into a complete repetitive machine.
At this moment, the black-robed demon was exactly like that.
He was truly and utterly broken, filled with despair.
He didn’t even dare to think.
As the child of the King of Hell.
What would a Demon superior to myself be like?
I got stuck in traffic on the way home today.
