Chapter 96: Gaining Another Talent, Imprisoning A Deity! [long Chapter]
The Black Robe Demon was unimaginable.
What kind of terrifying hell demon could erase its own demonic imprint in an instant and then seize that extremely powerful divine artifact for itself?
“King of Hell… you must be a King of Hell…” The Black Robe Demon’s fear grew, and the muttering words might have been considered praise by demons.
However.
Ian was not a demon.
In his opinion.
Hell was full of things that called themselves Kings of Hell.
That title was practically worthless.
It was better than a Minotaur Demon calling him a Demon God.
“I’m your father!” Without a word, Ian grabbed the other by the scruff of his neck and punched him twice. He immediately cursed, but upon reflection, it felt strange.
Wasn’t he just cursing himself?
It was hard to get into the Ancestor persona. It seemed he had to blame Batman’s armor again; after wearing it, Ian found himself being a bit ruthless when cursing himself.
“Pfft~”
The Black Robe Demon vomited blood incessantly from Ian’s beating. Ian, with a pained expression, directly covered the demon’s mouth to prevent it from depleting his precious high-level fuel.
A Minotaur Demon was just a low-level demon; the hell blood it possessed could allow Hellcat to roam the earth. If he used the blood of the Son of Hell, wouldn’t that send Ian straight to the heavens?
Going to the moon to verify if Armstrong had planted the Stars and Stripes wasn’t impossible!
“Stop spitting, I’ll go easier on you next time…” Ian tried to soothe the demon’s emotions, but his sudden gentleness sent an unusual chill down the Black Robe Demon’s spine.
“Wuwuwu~”
The demon’s covered mouth moved, trying to say something, but it was muffled.
“You promised you wouldn’t spit anymore.”
Ian slowly released his hand.
And then.
A bit of fresh blood overflowed from the demon’s mouth.
“Bang! Bang!”
Ian’s fist struck again, this time aiming for the Black Robe Demon’s head. After all, if the demon only had a cerebral hemorrhage without its skull being broken, it wouldn’t be a loss to him.
“Ahhh!”
The Black Robe Demon let out a pained wail, the black mist around its body completely dissipated, and it was on the verge of death. “Didn’t you say you’d go easier on me!”
It couldn’t help but ask with a heartbroken cry.
“Yes, I already went easier. I was going to use eight parts of my strength, but I’m only using seven now… Can’t you feel it?” As Ian spoke, he tapped the Black Robe Demon’s head again.
“This is seven parts of strength.”
Saying that.
He then used more force to tap it a second time.
“This is eight parts of strength.”
He tried his best to prove he was an honest and trustworthy person.
“Pfft…”
His head was buzzing.
The Black Robe Demon, feeling as if its soul were being struck, was truly close to spitting blood from anger at Ian’s actions. However, upon seeing Ian’s bright, clear eyes, it quickly swallowed the blood back down.
It could be seen.
As a demon.
This one was still somewhat intelligent.
“We’re both demons, we should be on the same side. We should unite to fight against Heaven and God… Let me go, and I guarantee I will do my best to assist you.”
“I’ve possessed this body to be reborn in the human world, and I have many powers that only witches possess. I can also predict the future…” The Black Robe Demon struggled, trying to make Ian recognize its value.
If Ian were a demon, it would indeed have some value, as most demons couldn’t bring their full strength into the human world due to the rules of Hell and the human world.
Because of this.
Having a powerful male witch as an assistant would make many things much simpler. Unfortunately, the Black Robe Demon had mistaken Ian’s identity from the very beginning.
“You’re swearing worse than my Uncle Batman when he scolds my father. I’m this handsome, and you think I’m a demon?” Ian’s fists were itching to fight.
The Black Robe Demon’s mind was shaken.
“I… I’m also a demon, aren’t I quite handsome?” It forced a smile and vehemently defended its statement, believing its emotional intelligence was at its peak.
Little did it know.
“What right do you have to use the same word ‘handsome’ as me? Besides my father, my eldest brother, and my second brother (if he could quit his daily routine and return to his normal appearance)!”
“Everyone else is just moderately good-looking!” Under the Black Robe Demon’s utterly shocked, wronged, and terrified gaze, Ian delivered several more punches to its lower extremities.
“Ah~”
This time, the Black Robe Demon’s face turned pale from the pain.
It felt it would have been better if it had been hit on the head.
“Stop! Stop it! Stop!” The Black Robe Demon desperately tried to stop Ian, enraged. The human body was too fragile, and vital areas were truly too vital.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Ian unleashed a thunderous slam on the demon’s head. The advanced demon, confined within the human body, wasn’t that durable; a large bump visibly formed on its head.
It wasn’t even as durable as a low-level demon like the Minotaur Demon.
“Damn it!” The Black Robe Demon felt a lingering fear. Thankfully, the place where it got the large bump wasn’t a vital spot, otherwise, how painful would that have been? Filled with trepidation, it completely broke down.
“My father is the new Satan of Hell, the great King of Hell. You don’t want to offend a new god in Hell!” The words, a mix of begging and threat, escaped the Black Robe Demon’s bruised lips.
Its mouth was much tougher than its skin appeared.
“New Satan?”
Ian thought the name didn’t sound like something a proper demon should have.
“Satan, the new Satan of hammers. Don’t you know that the only god in the sky above Metropolis is my… Father!”
Ian was truly immersing himself in this arrogant persona. He wasn’t someone who liked to brag about his family, but he had adjusted himself to the Ancestor mode right now.
Different modes.
Required different personalities.
Who said the DC universe didn’t have its own version of “Big Group”? As long as you had enough aliases, if one got a bad reputation, you’d have another. This was the foresight and diversification of investment that capitalists must learn.
With the flexible application of the Method Acting, Ian naturally didn’t have to worry about genuinely developing schizophrenia. For this, he had to sincerely thank the teacher who taught him the skills to release his 【 innate nature 】.
“Little punk girl, quickly find me a rope and some scaffolding.” It was enough to be grateful internally; even though he was fully immersed now, Ian couldn’t honestly praise Madison as a true superhero.
The reason was simple.
At this moment, Madison was “wriggling” on the ground behind him, crawling around, clearly looking for her phone and attempting to find someone else’s from the pockets of the unconscious crowd.
“Huh?”
Madison wanted to take a 【 world-weary photo of herself 】 to post on social media. When she heard him, a few fallen leaves were still stuck in her blonde hair.
“What do you need a rope and scaffolding for?”
After Ian displayed his power, Madison had relaxed. She didn’t know where the pedestrians or her phone had gone, and she looked at Ian’s request with a face full of confusion.
“Don’t question me.”
Ian tried his best to put on a serious face. “Remember, when I’m using my main persona in the future, don’t ask me questions that break character, the Ancestor does whatever he wants.”
“The Ancestor goes wherever he wants,” he earnestly instructed, reminding Madison to adjust to him. Madison could only vaguely understand such a request.
“Oh.”
She got up from the ground and quickly started searching the surroundings. She was accustomed to not understanding Ian’s thought process; most of the time, she felt she wasn’t smart enough to keep up with a top student’s thinking.
Regarding this.
Madison didn’t mind.
After all, not being smart was also a label that a popular Hollywood actress should have. Because of this, Madison also had her own special way of understanding Ian’s instructions.
“The Ancestor persona is Ian’s ‘do as you please’ personality.” She spoke as if reciting lines, pondering the script, and suddenly felt enlightened, her whole being immediately dawning with understanding.
Soon.
Madison found what Ian wanted.
She watched as Ian tied the Black Robe Demon to the scaffolding like a sausage, not particularly interested. The girl from Metropolis only knew that once Ian won, everything would be settled.
She didn’t care about the demon’s life or death.
In fact, she had even kicked it a few times earlier because she had been “chased.”
This is what happens when you don’t learn.
Fortunately, the demon’s thigh wasn’t as hard as Ian’s calf.
“This abominable demon must have eaten everyone’s phones. Ian, can you lend me your phone?” Madison looked at Ian’s bulging pocket.
She was a bit anxious.
How could she not be anxious? Not every day did she encounter such things. If she didn’t take more 【 delicate and easily injured 】 beautiful photos of herself, the scratches on her arm would heal by the time she got them!
How would she get attention?
How would she garner sympathy on social media?
“Here.”
Ian handed over his phone without asking.
He handed over his phone readily.
“Thank you!”
Madison immediately got into character.
She began striking poses in front of various ruins. Sometimes leaning against a crashed car, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and sometimes crouching by an exploding mailbox, striking a pose of terrified flight.
What is a “green tea girl”?
This is probably it.
“Are you all sick?”
The Black Robe Man was securely tied up, but he couldn’t help but speak with a contorted expression. It was understandable; even as a demon, he couldn’t comprehend how such people could exist in the world.
“Do you have medicine?”
Ian tentatively asked. He had initially hoped to trick the demon into revealing some special hell-supplied medicine, but to his disappointment, all he saw was the Black Robe Demon’s blank expression.
“If you don’t have medicine, what are you talking about?! Did your urinary system explode?” Ian was greatly disappointed, thinking the demon was deliberately mocking him, so he uttered the most malicious profanity he could express in English.
Seeing Ian about to throw another punch.
“I was wrong! I was really wrong! Stop! Please! I really can’t take it anymore!” The demon begged with a tearful voice, though he still couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong.
“Very good. Now, I ask, you answer.” Ian took out the magic book from his underwear—he hadn’t brought his backpack, but the elastic waistband of his underwear was a perfect temporary bookstand.
He propped the book, which required both hands, below his navel.
This was an emergency solution that only intelligent people would think of.
“Okay.”
The Black Robe Demon no longer dared to babble and quickly nodded vigorously. He might have realized how ruthless Ian was, and he could only steal a few longing glances at the book Ian had taken from him.
“What’s the use of this book?”
Ian flipped through the peculiar magic book, its pages blank. He didn’t feel any connection to the book, so he naturally sought answers from its previous owner.
“It… it’s a collectible that my father, Demon King Crowley, accidentally acquired. Before I came to the human world, I tricked my foolish brother into stealing it for me.”
The Black Robe Demon stammered, constantly stealing glances at Ian’s expression. He wanted to intimidate Ian with the name, but the effect wasn’t as good as he had imagined.
“That crossroads demon? Truly, when the tiger is gone, the fox declares himself king.” Ian’s expression didn’t change, but he couldn’t help but mutter, genuinely impressed by Hell’s unique workplace environment.
Crowley.
That name was memorable.
It, along with Sam, the Grim Reaper, and his godfather, all originated from the same universe. Initially a demon who made deals at crossroads, he later seized the opportunity to become the so-called King of Hell.
“Aren’t you afraid of my father…”
The Black Robe Demon sensed Ian’s emotions and became increasingly desperate. The other party even knew his father’s profession before his death, yet he couldn’t fathom Ian’s origin.
“Let’s talk about this book, and leave out other useless things.” Ian patted the strangely shaped ancient book in his hand. No matter how unwilling the Black Robe Demon was, he could only honestly answer.
“I don’t know its origin. Perhaps my father and brother don’t know either. The only certain thing is that it seems to possess incredible power, akin to that of the Creator.”
“The user can inscribe powers on it that do not belong to this world,” the Black Robe Demon told the truth, fearing Ian might have some ability to test his honesty.
Powerful beings in Hell almost all had similar abilities.
“If it were really that powerful, would you have been beaten this badly by me?” Ian couldn’t read minds, so he looked very suspicious and tapped the Black Robe Demon’s face with the book.
“Creating rules isn’t something you can do out of thin air; it requires magic power as support. It’s precisely because I lack enough magic power to use it that I need the Sorceress Supreme to die.”
“Only when the Sorceress Supreme dies can I become the new Sorcerer Supreme and obtain sufficient magic power,” the Black Robe Demon continued to maintain his honesty.
This was because he didn’t know if Ian was testing him.
Such a seasoned old demon.
No matter how cunning, anything was possible.
“Tell me about the Sorceress Supreme, and about witches.” This was a knowledge blind spot for Ian, who yearned to know more, having been the type of person who loved learning since childhood.
“Yes, yes.”
To appease Ian, the Black Robe Demon quickly began revealing information, not daring to hide anything. Just as Ian had predicted, this was a part of the story he didn’t know.
Wizards.
Were the most ancient type of supernatural profession to exist in this world. Only those with talent could become wizards, and this talent was related to an ancient bloodline.
“Descendants of Ancient Gods?”
Ian pondered the Black Robe Demon’s words repeatedly.
Tasting the information within.
“Yes, that’s right. This is information that many people don’t know. The power of wizards is inheritable through bloodline. Every wizard controls at least one powerful bloodline.”
“Among them, elemental control, mind control, astral projection, teleportation, resurrection of the dead, prophecy and divination, and mind reading are known as the Seven Miracles of Wizards.”
The Black Robe Demon began to speak at length, knowing this was its value. “Of course, wizards can have other abilities, but only these seven miracles are the key to determining bloodline strength.”
“Only wizards who control all seven miracles simultaneously are the descendants whose bloodline is closest to the Ancient Gods. Such a person will obtain the majority of the magic power left by the Ancient Gods in the human world.”
“This is the so-called Sorcerer Supreme—in fact, perhaps because the Ancient Gods were female, almost all Sorcerer Supremes have been witches without exception.”
“And because of this reason, witches naturally possess greater magic power than warlocks.” The Black Robe Demon expanded Ian’s worldview, allowing him to feel his knowledge growing.
As he spoke.
The Black Robe Demon looked at Madison, who was engrossed in taking photos not far away. “She has passed many of the miracle tests, and while not all of them, she is infinitely close to inheriting the position of Sorceress Supreme. Therefore, she can absolutely be considered the best vessel for the aging Sorceress Supreme.”
“I cannot allow this to happen, as it would add more magic power to an already powerful Sorceress Supreme.” The Black Robe Demon revealed his reason for capturing Madison.
“If I’m going to reincarnate, it will be me reincarnating.”
Good heavens.
This is truly ruthless.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about such things.” Ian glanced back at Madison, who, after narrowly escaping death, was still carelessly taking photos.
The girl was leaning against a crashed police car, taking a selfie, her blonde hair fluttering in the evening breeze, the phone’s lens capturing the tears she deliberately faked and the abrasions on her collarbone.
A perfect “battle-damaged beauty” look.
“What do you mean?”
The Black Robe Demon didn’t quite understand Ian’s words.
“You just said, the reason the Sorceress Supreme must die – only when the Sorceress Supreme dies can her magic power be transferred to someone whose bloodline is close to the Ancient God.”
Ian frowned, his eyes flickering slightly.
“Yes.”
The Black Robe Demon nodded in response.
He noticed Ian’s gaze becoming increasingly strange.
“What’s wrong?”
The Black Robe Demon couldn’t help but ask.
“Let me break it down for you. According to these rules, if you could kill all other witches and warlocks, all the Ancient God’s magic power would be absorbed by you.”
Ian was truly thinking seriously again.
“Yes, if possible, I would naturally want to monopolize all the magic power left behind by the Ancient God.” The Black Robe Demon showed honesty, making no attempt to conceal his ambition.
“Mm.”
Ian nodded. “A good idea, but have you ever considered why the magic power of that Ancient God, whose name you don’t know, has persisted in the human world?”
“And, most importantly, this magic power can be inherited by different sorcerers in different eras, with those whose bloodlines are closer to Him receiving more magic power.”
“As a demon, don’t you find this situation strange at all?” Ian looked at the bewildered demon, feeling that his capture was certainly not just because he was powerful enough.
“Think about it, really think about it…” Ian truly hadn’t expected to reach a day where he was teaching a demon how to be a proper demon.
“If you gather all the magic power from this Ancient God, wouldn’t that mean, at that moment, your bloodline would be infinitely close to this Ancient God?”
“Such a vessel, even if He weren’t interested, I would be.” Ian’s analysis was not without reason, and these words directly struck the Black Robe Demon with terror.
“No… it shouldn’t be, right?”
The Black Robe Demon’s heart churned, yet he was still unwilling to admit it. After all, admitting that such a speculation might be true would prove he was an idiot.
This was clearly a reincarnation into a huge pit!
“Alright, it’s okay to be a little foolish sometimes, I understand you, ostriches, I know them well.” Ian clapped his hands, feeling much more stable, as he had just learned new knowledge.
“Yes, yes, I am an ostrich.”
The Black Robe Demon didn’t dare to refute. He watched Ian looking around, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart. “I’ve told you everything I know.”
This was him hoping Ian would recognize the value he provided.
“Is it really everything?”
Ian asked suspiciously, scrutinizing the bound demon.
“I swear by my father Crowley’s name! It’s really everything!” The demon nodded frantically, the iron frame rattling. He really didn’t seem particularly smart.
It’s clear he didn’t watch enough gangster movies as a child.
Do they not have televisions in Hell?
“Alright.”
Ian also smiled.
The demon, however, forced a fawning smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
“So, are we done?”
He cautiously probed, only to find Ian retrieving a kitchen knife and a paint bucket from nearby, and adjusting his posture to hang him upside down.
“Didn’t you say we were done! Brother!”
The demon, whose eyelids were twitching madly, forced a smile and desperately tried to get close to Ian. However, his address was met only with a warning look from Ian.
“Who’s your brother! Watch what you say!” Ian stated righteously, “Just because Ancestor and I have pretended to reconcile doesn’t mean I, Ian, have no conflict with you.”
“Do you understand my family heritage? Coming from a long-established family, I naturally have an irreconcilable conflict with evil creatures like you.” Ian picked up a stone from the ground.
“Liar! Damn you! You’re deceiving me!” The Black Robe Demon’s face turned as red as a pig’s liver. Ian thought he was just suffering from a rush of blood to the head.
This was a demon.
How could he be so easily provoked?
Their brief interaction made Ian feel that he was not as petty as the Minotaur Demon.
“Let me go! Let me go!!” The Black Robe Demon began to struggle with all his might, but his strength was depleted, and his magic power was utterly silent without that book.
However.
This did not prevent the demon from writhing frantically with all his might. He had to, because even if he was foolish, the Black Robe Demon now realized what he was about to face.
The reflection of Ian sharpening his knife was already imprinted in his pupils.
“Don’t worry, my father taught me what mercy is.” Ian sharpened the kitchen knife, which he had bought with his own money from the department store, until it was dull, saying it was still incredibly sharp.
This is true mercy.
The moment the kitchen knife was unsheathed, the demon’s blood began to flow wildly, his skin turning a sickly grey-white, with purple veins spreading across his face like a spiderweb.
This was because the loss of vitality was causing him to revert to his twisted demonic form.
The pollution of human genes by demonic life was so severe. A scent of sulfur slowly diffused, and Ian elegantly held the iron bucket like he was collecting red wine, catching all the demon blood.
The demon blood was not red.
The blood of this Son of Hell was as thick and black as oil.
It looked like genuine fuel.
“No…”
The demon’s screams gradually weakened.
Until a certain moment.
“Sizzle!”
A semi-transparent soul broke free from the corpse, resembling a distorted monster with extremely ugly wings. Just as it was about to fly away, Ian, who had been expecting it, grabbed it.
“How is this possible?!”
The soul let out a piercing scream.
“I shouldn’t even exist in this world!”
He was utterly baffled.
Amidst his frantic roars.
Ian took out the ancient pendant. The soul of the Son of Hell was indeed extraordinary. The Death Knight finally responded once more to this thick-skinned follower of his.
“Whoosh~”
The soul of the Son of the Demon God was absorbed into the pendant, which then displayed fine crimson patterns on its surface, pulsating like veins. A moment later, it provided Ian with a gift from the Death Knight.
Then.
The familiar crystal was spat out by the pendant.
“My Godfather took demon souls as toys. This is just a reward he chose for me from his desserts.” Ian snatched the crystal in mid-air.
A familiar deliciousness.
Always an amazing taste.
It melted in his mouth.
Power immediately surged through Ian’s entire body.
【Name: Ian Kent】
【Normal Profession: Student Lv7 [586/640] Writer Lv1 [7/10]】
【Supernatural Profession: Berserker LV4 [69/80] Savage Tyrant Lv3 [7/40]】
【World Recognition: Independent NPC】
【Talent Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity】
【Professional Skills: Self-Healing Tide, Iron Body, Eye of Blazing Sun.】
【Profession Skill Points: Berserker [3] Savage Tyrant [1]】
【General Skills: Ian Kent Defense Technique [Novice] Learning [Elite]】
【General Skill Points: 7】
【Strength: 23—26】
【Constitution: 44—44.3】
【Intelligence: 3.3—3.5】
【Spirit: 7.9—21】
…
It was still that familiar feeling, a focus on spiritual advancement. It had to be said, perhaps the title Son of Hell indeed had some weight.
This was far more significant than the spiritual enhancement brought by the Demon God’s clone!
Far exceeding Ian’s estimations!
“I’ve become stronger again! But I’m still not bald!” Ian instinctively touched the top of his head. His hair hadn’t fallen out, and he could feel his eyes growing more powerful.
Even the slight temporary vision impairment from continuously using the golden ray was immediately restored, without Ian even needing to use the fat-consuming Self-Healing Tide skill.
Not only could he use skills for a significantly longer duration.
【Eye of Blazing Sun: Eyes can release high-intensity laser beams. Continuous use will cause temporary vision decline. The intensity of the laser beam depends on the user’s spirit attribute.】 Even the effect of using this skill had undoubtedly received an epic enhancement, genuinely multiplying its previous strength by three times.
“Unfortunately, there’s no place for me to use it.” Ian regretfully looked at the completely withered corpse hanging upside down, which had fully revealed its demonic features.
The attribute increase was not the only benefit from the Son of Hell’s soul. After checking his personal panel, Ian immediately discovered changes in his long list of status effects.
【Intermediary Walker】
This was clearly an additional reward Ian received for sacrificing the Son of Hell to the Death Knight.
It was listed alongside 【Death Knight’s Follower】.
“So there are benefits like this! As expected of my generous Godfather!” Ian didn’t inherit his father’s heat ray out of thin air, but his eyes did have a slight reddish tint now.
Just the Son of Hell alone provided extra rewards. Imagine how wonderful it would be to sacrifice the Son of Hell’s father, and other Demon Gods in Hell!
Can’t imagine it!
Just thinking about it made Ian afraid he’d dive straight into Hell!
He could actually go now!
All he needed was to find the Door to Hell!
【Intermediary Walker: You can ignore the cost and freely travel between the human world and Hell.】 Yes, this was the brief description of the rare positive buff Ian possessed.
Short description.
Implies significant effect.
But who it’s significant for is a matter of opinion.
Anyway, Ian was now genuinely grateful to his Godfather and decided that every year on the anniversary of their meeting, he would set up a few KFC meals for his Godfather as offerings for him to smell.
“Luck truly is with me.”
Ian was in a great mood. He was carrying the fuel bucket in one hand and the corpse, which was starting to twist back into its demonic form, in the other. He was about to call Madison to leave.
Unexpectedly, Madison had finished her selfie and scurried over.
“Ian, did you join some weird organization? The Freak Association? Why did a garbled phone message labeled ‘Gotham Freak’ get sent to you?”
“It told you to quickly send him the rest of the manuscript in the agreed-upon way. It’s not that I wanted to snoop on your messages; I just happened to see it when the message came through.”
Madison defended her already meager integrity.
Utterly meaningless.
“Watch less Japanese manga.” Ian looked up at the sky. With his extremely good eyesight, he could see birds in the sky, but not yet satellites.
“The Gotham Freak must be telling me to hurry up and leave. It couldn’t be that the manuscript he took back was stolen again, could it?” Ian quickly scanned his surroundings.
He pondered for a moment.
Then.
He temporarily set down the materials he was holding, pulled out two imps from the tied-up group of imp underlings, and without a word, snapped their necks.
“Did you switch personalities again?”
Madison blinked, seeing Ian’s decisive actions.
“Scram.”
Ian felt Madison’s insults were always so vulgar. He didn’t really have multiple personalities. It was just that towards demons, normal people would likely have no mercy, just like him.
“Watch carefully, learn well, this is wisdom.” Ian calculated the positions and placed the two imps in the middle of the ruins, arranging them as if they had killed each other.
Someone had to pay for the tragic state of this area. For the instigators, Ian was willing to hand over two, which was already considering the Metropolis officials.
“A kind person! I truly live up to my name!” Ian grabbed the string of materials he had collected and made a quick escape. Madison, who was still editing photos on Ian’s phone, couldn’t even catch up to his tail.
“Wait for me!”
Madison wasn’t stupid.
Knowing what she would face if she stayed, she quickly ran to catch up with Ian. The two arrived outside the restaurant they were at before, and the people around were all collapsed on the ground.
“This must be a trick by that demon, using my magic book carelessly.” Ian looked up at the sky thoughtfully, not spotting any signs of seven wolves. Even Superman hadn’t noticed the abnormality in this block, so it was conceivable that the magic book he had tucked into his belt was no simple item.
“Isn’t that the magic book you stole?”
Madison’s thinking was sometimes quite stubborn.
That’s right.
If she wasn’t stubborn, she wouldn’t have waited so long on the sports field yesterday.
“He’s a time assassin, you don’t understand, he stole my current magic book from the past.” Ian’s warped logic always had a way of making sense, and Madison felt like she had learned a new reason.
“Oh.”
She replied.
As Madison watched Ian open the hood of a Dodge Hellcat and pull out three pitch-black demons, she was only surprised that Ian actually owned a car. The last rays of the setting sun dyed the parking lot orange, and the Hellcat’s black paint gleamed with an eerie metallic luster under the light.
“You actually have a car? And a new one of this caliber?” Madison circled the car, her thoughts sometimes jumping even more than Ian’s.
“You’re so rich, and you only bought me one orange!?”
Madison was still holding onto the late orange. After all, an orange she had waited hard for was much more cherished than one bought with money, even if this orange seemed to have spoiled.
“Yes! The most important thing is that this orange has grown mold!”
Madison took out the orange and waved it in front of Ian’s eyes.
“Nonsense! I just bought this orange yesterday!” Ian took a look, and it seemed like there were indeed some green mold on the orange. “This is fruit bloom, you definitely haven’t eaten blueberries.”
He could always find a new excuse.
However.
This time, it couldn’t fool Madison.
“You’re the one talking nonsense! What kind of fruit bloom is on an orange… If it really were fruit bloom, eat a bite and show me.” Girls love fruit, so she had quite a bit of common knowledge about it.
“You touched it, so I won’t eat it.”
Ian stuffed all the demons into the trunk—normally a trunk wouldn’t fit them, but his small car was no ordinary car; it could fit as many as he wanted in the trunk.
“Your arm is bleeding, do you know that?” Ian saw Madison just standing there, a pool of blood dripping at her feet. She suspected the girl had deliberately self-harmed to take better photos.
Some people would do such a thing.
“I accidentally got scratched by a street lamp… Damn it, I’ve licked it a few times already.” Madison couldn’t stand Ian’s suspicion and covered the wound belatedly.
“It’s okay, I have a band-aid.”
Ian opened the passenger car door and took out his leftover sanitary napkins.
“No, can this stop the bleeding?” Madison questioned, looking utterly confused. She didn’t even understand why such a thing would be in Ian’s car.
“This is the night-use type, it’s super absorbent, I’ve tried it.” Ian answered earnestly, and even helped her tear open the “band-aid.” His actions made Madison feel that her deskmate was both perverted and thoughtful.
“I’ll do it myself.”
After weighing for a moment, Madison chose to refuse and licked her wound a couple more times—this time, her intermittently effective witch ability did come into play.
The wound healed rapidly.
It was even much faster than Ian’s low-level self-healing skill.
“Too bad.”
Ian looked at the opened sanitary napkin in his hand. In the spirit of thrift and frugality, he put it back into the packaging bag and gave the entire bag, along with the packaging, to Madison.
“Use it when your monthly cycle comes this month, then you’ll know I wasn’t lying.” Ian still wanted to prove he wasn’t lying.
“…”
Madison was completely silenced.
“Oh, and these, I probably won’t need them either. I bought too many when I was bandaging my pet before.” Ian stuffed the remaining dozens of packs of sanitary napkins into Madison’s hands.
“No, you’re…” Looking at the hygiene products that she couldn’t even hold, Madison really wanted to ask if Ian’s pet was a female elephant!
“Oh, this is my pet, and also my in-car entertainment system.” To prove he wasn’t a pervert, Ian took out a demon head from his backpack.
The Minotaur Demon’s status in Ian’s heart was rising along with its usefulness.
“This is also a demon?”
Madison asked cautiously, afraid of revealing her lack of knowledge.
“Yes.”
Ian answered while preventing the Orange Cat, which was trying to escape, from doing so. Watching Ian hold a feigning-sleep demon head under his armpit, Madison opened her mouth but couldn’t comment for a long time.
“Oh, this world has gone mad, I should just go home and have some nightmares to calm down.” Madison scratched her hair and was about to squeeze into the passenger seat. However, as soon as she poked her head in, Ian grabbed her and threw her into the back seat like a helpless kitten.
“Were you trying to put me in the trunk just now?” The disheveled blonde girl was stunned. She hugged the Orange Cat, which had been thrown into the car by Ian in the same way not long before her.
“Sorry, it was a habit.”
Ian would apologize when he needed to. He picked up the fuel barrel and went to the side of the Hellcat, starting to pour high-grade demon blood into the Hellcat’s fuel tank.
One had to admit.
High-grade fuel was different. The Hellcat let out a satisfied “grumble,” and the patterns on the car’s surface began to wriggle and change, revealing ancient mystical runes.
“This pure blood! You killed a son of a Demon King?!” The demon head stopped playing dead. Under Ian’s armpit, it had already sensed the aura of a slain high-level demon.
It was precisely because of the inner trembling.
That it chose to feign death.
“It’s fine, you have some too. Eat it all before we get home. If I find even a drop of blood on you that my mother discovers, you’re dead.” Ian threw his Abyss Magic Bucket into the trunk.
He had his own ideas.
【Ian’s Magic Book】 sounded good, but Ian didn’t intend to truly provide the magic power himself, so he needed this demon, which was now only a head, to become stronger.
Remembering how troublesome DC magic could be, Ian was sufficiently cautious.
The Minotaur Demon, however, clearly was not.
“Don’t worry! I’m best at destroying evidence! Look! This pure demon flesh and blood! And the lingering aura of a son of a Demon King! I feel my status is about to be promoted!”
After being thrown into the trunk, the Minotaur became extremely excited and began to devour madly, completely unaware of Ian’s intentions. It was normal; there was a reason it had a bull’s head instead of a smarter one.
“Eat, eat, eat more, get stronger!”
Ian was also overjoyed. At this moment, he had already thought about what kind of great magic he would create using his astonishing talent, powered by this demon’s magic.
It would absolutely be truly great!
“Um…” Madison knocked on the window. “Ian, your car is on fire. Do I really not need to get out? I feel like the color of the fire is not right.”
Madison hugged the cat.
Trying her best to appear as if she had seen many things.
“A Hellcat is supposed to spew hellfire, it’s normal.” Ian explained patiently, and the surprised Madison suddenly understood, feeling her knowledge grow once more.
She felt like she was actually quite capable of learning.
She just hadn’t learned the right knowledge at school before.
And seeing Madison’s attitude.
Ian also quite approved of those who were eager to learn.
“Don’t worry, little punk girl. Although your power level isn’t high, as long as you’re my accessory, I’ll leave this car to you when I die.”
“Oh, and the position of Sorcerer Supreme, passed down from my Respected Teacher Tony Stark, will also be yours. It sounds much better than Sorceress Supreme.”
“You just need to shave your head, and you’ll get stronger.”
Ian felt his PUA skills were becoming more proficient.
Although Madison couldn’t fight.
She looked like a super wet nurse.
A scarce resource.
Even if he didn’t need it himself, he had to bring her into his team.
“Uh… I’ll pass on the bald head… Hearing you say that, how can you be so confident that you’ll definitely die after me?” Madison knew quite a bit about Ian.
“Nonsense!”
Lies don’t hurt.
But the truth will make certain people slam the passenger car door shut with considerable force.
“No! Why is it moving on its own! Damn it!!” Despite her best efforts to conceal her big breasts and lack of brains, Madison was startled by the Hellcat taking off instantly.
“It’s a new energy car, of course it moves on its own.” Ian didn’t look back. His answer made Madison learn something new again, and after swallowing, she carefully noted the knowledge point.
Perhaps it was because she had drunk too much.
The Hellcat was playing very energetic music.
“Stop the music, I’m thinking.” Ian manually turned off the Hellcat’s radio. He was looking at the compass in his hand—Miss Death’s compass still pointed in an unknown direction.
It did not point to the heavy magic book in Ian’s hand.
“It’s not this one.”
Ian stroked his chin, unable to figure out what Miss Death wanted him to find. At this moment, Madison, who realized the Hellcat was accelerating and then took off, was very nervous.
She tightly hugged the cat in her arms, and to change the subject, she started talking to Ian, “I don’t think your ‘ancestor person’ before was arrogant enough.”
“He needs to be a bit more rude.” Madison’s tone was firm. The thing that could most relax this ‘green tea girl’ was naturally related to her favorite profession.
Ian, who had been thinking, immediately became interested. “Oh? That demon is dead, and I haven’t even asked its name yet. Wasn’t my behavior rude enough?”
He thought he had been quite rude.
“Not enough. Your characters in your comics also lack true recklessness.” Madison’s voice was resolute. Deskmates indeed influenced each other like this.
“Perhaps you’re right. He taunted me so much, yet I didn’t feel my moral bottom line drop at all—it seems my personal qualities are too high.”
Ian was reflecting.
He looked at his 【Perfect Divinity】 negative buff with a thoughtful expression.
The toad moved.
He punched the toad.
The car gradually flew further away.
After about ten minutes.
The unconscious crowd on the street began to wake up one by one.
People looked around in confusion, some tried to call the police but found their mobile phones missing. Amidst the chaos, a woman wearing a black veil silently appeared at the entrance of a fast-food restaurant.
“Something seems to have happened on the street over there.” A waiter walked over, rubbing his temples. “Sorry, customer, we may need to suspend business today.”
“Everyone fainted. Maybe the military is experimenting with poisonous gas on civilians. Such actions are simply insane…” This waiter seemed to be a conspiracy theorist.
Regarding this.
The veiled woman was not interested.
She simply pressed her pale finger on the waiter’s temples. The next moment, the waiter’s eyes became vacant, and his memory seemed to be read.
“Hm?”
A moment later.
The woman withdrew her finger.
She quickly closed her eyes and used some kind of ability—everyone in the restaurant wore vacant expressions. As the memories were being read, the woman’s expression under her veil became extremely solemn.
“This is impossible!”
An exclamation.
When the waiter came to his senses, the woman had already disappeared. Five minutes later, in a dark alley, the veiled woman who had mysteriously disappeared took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
“Mother, I…”
She spoke to the person on the other end of the line, conveying the absurd information she had pieced together after another investigation. It was indeed absurd, and the person on the other end of the line remained silent for a long time.
“You mean, our reserve witch hired a powerful exorcist for eight hundred US dollars and dealt with a son of a Demon King before we could react?”
“And this human wasn’t eaten by that book?” The ancient, hoarse voice sounded very strange. If it weren’t for her daughter making the call, she would have thought the other party was playing a trick on her.
How to put it.
It was normal for that ancient voice to have such a thought. After all, the situation described by the veiled woman would seem abnormal to anyone with normal logic.
How to describe it?
It was as absurd as a street gang fight, and one side found Darkseid as their enforcer. The veiled woman tried her best to explain to her mother that she had repeatedly confirmed it.
She was very flustered.
No one understood the woman on the other end of the phone better than she did.
The Sorceress Supreme.
Was a terrifying existence that even her daughter feared.
“Don’t be nervous, my child, come back first… I believe you, of course. After all, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained but have truly happened before our eyes.”
The Sorceress Supreme’s voice quickly calmed down after the initial emotional fluctuation.
“Okay, Mother.”
The veiled woman, relieved, lightly brushed her pale fingers against the ancient bricks on the wall. With an almost inaudible click, her figure disappeared as if she were an erased chalk drawing.
She vanished from her spot instantly.
This was the teleportation magic mentioned in the Seven Wonders by demons. She reappeared standing under the stained-glass windows of a Gothic church.
Several witch apprentices were wiping candle stands and bowed immediately upon seeing the veiled woman.
“Principal Fox.”
These witch apprentices were exceptionally respectful.
“Good afternoon.”
The veiled woman, Cordelia Fox, responded perfunctorily. Her robe swept across the cold marble floor as she hurried towards her office.
However, she did not enter the office.
Instead, she stopped in the empty corridor, in front of a damaged statue of the Virgin Mary. Cordelia placed her palm on it, and the stone statue rumbled and slowly moved aside.
It was revealed.
There was a hidden passage behind the stone statue.
It was a deep spiral staircase. A damp, musty smell mixed with the scent of herbs wafted towards her.
“I hope Mother hasn’t made a move yet.” Cordelia lifted her skirt and descended the stairs step by step. As she passed, the candlelight automatically ignited with a greenish-blue flame.
In the center of the basement.
A hunched figure stood with its back to the entrance.
“Mother.”
Cordelia called out softly.
She was cautious.
“After I’m done thinking, I’ll examine your memories.” The Sorceress Supreme, Fiona, spoke in a hoarse, somewhat weak voice. She didn’t turn around but kept gazing at the enormous glass sphere in front of her.
It was seen.
The sphere was filled with a dark, viscous liquid, occasionally with faint blue light spots swimming within it, like trapped fireflies, as pathetic as the unconscious man bound within. He was a pale, thin man with long, messy hair, curled up in a fetal position.
“This Deity who has fallen into the mortal world… How shall I seize his supreme Strength?” the Sorceress Supreme murmured, as if pondering the same question every day.
Tomorrow I want to try chapters of 4000 or 5000 characters, or around 9 PM, release 3 chapters at once? Which character count do you think is suitable, I really haven’t understood clearly because there are so many opinions 0.0
