(Bonus chapter)
Exasperated, Ian's voice was loud.
His sharp question to Madison immediately drew the attention of his classmates. The entire class's whispering came to an abrupt halt. Thirty-something pairs of eyes, showing astonishment, swiveled towards Ian.
"Huh?"
Madison's hand was still suspended in the air, maintaining the posture from when she pushed Ian. She slowly withdrew her hand, her expression confused, clearly not understanding why Ian was reacting so strongly.
"Yo~"
A whistle came from the back of the classroom, from the class's most mischievous student. Immediately, several classmates began to jeer. They seemed to think there was a story of love and hate between Ian and Madison.
Everyone gathered, eager for gossip.
"Stop, stop, stop. I don't have any story with this guy for your amusement. This guy is simply having a brain spasm. I don't even know why he's reacting so strongly!"
Madison rolled her eyes at everyone.
She was an expert at rolling her eyes.
"A young man's blush is better than any sophistry." Someone spoke in the crowd with a pinched voice, one of the prank-loving students. The gossips' eyes began to look more suggestive.
"Addie, what kind of ghost crap are you spewing out of your mouth?"
Madison pouted, looking confused. She turned to look at Ian, who was shaking an empty pill bottle, and was also startled. "Damn it, why are you blushing now!"
The blonde girl was also a little exasperated.
"I'm angry! Furious! Do you know how much you've made me lose?" Ian immediately retorted, his voice carrying a feeling of injustice.
He was calculating his losses.
The more he calculated.
The more his heart felt like it was bleeding—Ian felt that if he encountered a powerful enemy later and lost a fight due to lacking just a few points of experience, he would never let go of his deskmate, even as a ghost.
"?????"
Madison completely failed to understand what Ian was expressing.
And at this moment.
"Aha! I knew it!"
Emily, a girl with brown wavy hair, walked in from outside the classroom, asked the classmates what was going on, and immediately rushed toward Madison in anger.
"Ian doesn't like me! And you, you bitch, are targeting me! There's definitely a reason!" She said this while secretly glancing at Ian, who didn't even look her way.
He couldn't help it.
The boy, whose heart was bleeding, was still thinking about the leveling buff he had lost. Emily interpreted this scene as Madison "emotionally controlling" Ian.
She ground her teeth at Madison.
Madison rolled her eyes widely and contemptuously, her emotions stable. "Save it, Emily. I'm targeting you because you lack the talent to even be a bitch."
She made a very exaggerated "distance" gesture with her fingers, the kind that would make any Korean person ecstatic. "I suggest finding a few more guys to practice with? Oh, wait—"
Madison's acting was slightly exaggerated, but deliberately so. She suddenly covered her mouth as if she had an epiphany, ruthlessly mocking Emily.
"Haven't you been doing that already? But how come you haven't improved at all? Did you only learn how to seduce people?" Madison was the first to let out a mocking laugh.
"Fight! Fight~!"
The classmates, who loved drama, all started to cheer. Emily was shaking with rage. Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves and start a hair-pulling battle, the classroom door was violently pushed open.
A man wearing glasses, who looked imposing without being angry, walked in.
"Quiet!"
The chemistry teacher, Walter White, might have only started teaching at Metropolis Public High School this year, but he commanded a great deal of respect as a teacher. This might be related to the fact that he knew quite a few gang members outside of school.
There were rumors.
That he was the mastermind of a certain gang.
The teaching profession was just camouflage to conceal his identity as a crime boss. Quite a few students in the school chose to believe this somewhat modified, son-in-law-dragon-king-esque story.
Because of this.
The jeering crowd immediately scattered like startled birds.
Emily also scurried back to her seat.
"Class begins now."
Walter White started his dry and tedious chemistry lesson.
Lunchtime.
The cafeteria was noisy and bustling.
Ian carried a tray full of food, searching around. He spotted his target, walked straight over, and sat down opposite the tall, thin boy from another class.
In the noisy environment.
A figure sat down opposite him.
"Hmm?"
Sam Winchester looked up and saw Ian. Not wanting to be shown up by Ian's pretentious behavior again, he subconsciously picked up his tray to get up and eat elsewhere.
"Sam."
Ian called out to him.
"Sam Winchester, right?"
He began confirming the boy's identity. "If my investigation is correct, you also have an older brother named Dean Winchester, correct?"
"Can I talk to you?"
Ian maintained a polite demeanor. Originally, Sam Winchester didn't want to talk to Ian, but after hearing Ian mention his brother, he walked back.
He put his tray back on the table.
The two family-men sat across from each other, but the atmosphere didn't seem harmonious.
"What do you want to say?"
Sam Winchester stared intently at the classmate from the adjacent class opposite him. He was a little worried, but remembering that there were no women in his immediate family, he relaxed slightly.
"Why are you investigating me?"
Sam's tone was unfriendly.
Ian didn't answer directly.
"Some people at school think you're aloof, so they often bother you... I've already taken care of them for you." Sensing Sam's rejection, he began by showing goodwill.
"Oh?"
Sam frowned upon hearing this.
"You took care of those annoying guys for me? Do you mean you've chopped them into five pieces, put them in five different places, and burned them to ashes with salt and kerosene?"
"I hope you remembered to stab their hearts with a demon-hunting knife soaked in holy water. That can tear their souls." The seemingly innocent boy spoke astonishing words.
He used the calmest voice to utter appalling methods.
"?????"
Even someone with Ian's personality almost couldn't maintain his composure. Seeing Ian's dumbfounded expression, Sam smiled slightly, a look of "I knew it" in his eyes.
"It seems the reason you're looking for me has something to do with my family's profession." Sam lowered his head and ate a bite of his lunch. His shocking statement just now was clearly a test.
"That's smart."
Ian remarked with emotion.
"My grades aren't much worse than yours, thank you." Sam replied, pulling out a notebook. "You can tell me what situation you've encountered."
"Are supernatural events constantly happening around you, or are you always waking up from nightmares at night?" He intended to record and initially analyze Ian's situation simultaneously.
Sam had gone through this process many times growing up.
However.
"I'll be direct with you." Ian didn't mention that he deliberately controlled his grades so the other person could be his equal—that was the best proof of his high emotional intelligence.
"I actually don't need your family's ghost-hunting service. I just want to ask you to go home and help me ask around, and investigate..." Ian first glanced around, then leaned forward slightly.
"How can I kill Death?" Ian didn't see Death nearby, but he still lowered his voice. This was perhaps the true meaning of not resting until the words were shocking.
"Hiss!"
Sam inhaled sharply.
"Are you crazy? You want to kill a psychopomp?!" His knowledge base was clearly sufficient, as he knew what Ian was talking about, which was somewhat beyond Ian's expectation.
"Uh, not exactly."
Ian pondered slightly.
"Phew~"
Sam had just started to relax.
"I want to kill a whole nest of psychopomps."
Ian, however, began to correct his wording.
"?!?!?"
Sam's eyes nearly popped out. He looked shocked and terrified. Seeing that Ian didn't seem to be joking, he felt internally that he had probably met a genuine lunatic?
To kill a god!
And a group of them!
What kind of mental state would dare to think such a thing?
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