Honestly, for once.
The Face-Face Fruit power was real.
"Hmm?"
Though Death didn't take the money, she didn't reprimand Ian's actions either. She merely felt the pressure emanating from Ian and stared at him, looking startled and uncertain for a long time.
"I leave this to you."
The female Death seemed to have thought of something. She bowed her head somewhat fearfully, gave Ian a deep bow, and then vanished completely from the smoke-filled classroom.
"Done."
Ian stuffed the remaining hundred dollars into his pocket—right in front of the girl, brazenly, because the activation of his Face-Face Fruit naturally required a service fee.
"You still say you're not Death?"
At that instant, the girl also regained her ability to move.
She watched Ian with an expressionless face.
"No, today I'm Face-Man." Ian felt this title was slightly inferior to Silk Stocking-Man, but no matter, he could be other versions of Super-Man in the future.
"Am I supposed to thank you?" The girl slightly flexed her wrists, still expressionless, but a ripple of emotion finally appeared in her eyes.
"You actually know to say thank you! You are definitely the most polite person I have met this year!" Ian exclaimed in surprise, then silently added three points of favorability to the girl in his mind.
"Rachel Roth."
The girl suddenly introduced herself.
"Oh, I met a Ross last night, but she seemed to be an AI person." Ian still couldn't find the corresponding information, but he did remember Trigon.
One of the most powerful demons in the alternate dimension world, possessing the strength to rule the Multiverse, but was currently sealed for reasons everyone understands.
"AI person?"
The blue-haired girl, Rachel, was silent for a moment.
"Is she useful?"
Her sudden question left Ian somewhat speechless.
"Excellent question. I'll have to ask her tonight to find out. Right now, let's talk about my chemistry teacher." Ian had his limits. He turned to look at Mr. White, who was still huddled in the corner, trembling.
"Ian, Ian, you remember how good your teacher was to you, right? I even gave you an extra 5 points in lab work last semester." Mr. White forced a smile that looked worse than a cry.
"I remember."
Ian nodded.
"I controlled my score perfectly, but those extra five points made me rank first again, costing me five hundred dollars in bets." He certainly wouldn't forget such a massive financial loss.
"..."
Mr. White froze stiff upon hearing this. He had a very bad feeling. Just then, the girl, Rachel, also walked toward the pitiful chemistry teacher.
"How did you contact Trigon?"
Her voice was like ice water sliding over metal.
Hearing this.
White swallowed.
"I-it was the demon who came to me!"
He suddenly became agitated. "I had cancer, I tried every treatment, and finally even found a gypsy witch! But that scammer ran off with my money!"
"And when I was at my most desperate, a whisper sounded in my ear... saying it could give me a new life! I had no idea it was a demon! If I knew, I definitely wouldn't have believed that garbage!"
"Contemptible, shameless, hateful, evil... I was simply tempted by the demon." Mr. White's voice was filled with resentment, as if he and the demon were sworn enemies.
Ian even felt bad for the demon when he heard this.
"That is my father."
Rachel calmly interrupted Mr. White's rambling.
"..."
White's expression instantly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.
"But, on the other hand, demons shouldn't all be bad, right? Like your father. I think he must have truly had my best interests at heart when he offered to help me."
"Even if he's a demon, he's a good demon." It must be said that even without his brain, Mr. White's mind was still quick. As a soul, he immediately began to change his tune.
However.
"We are sworn enemies."
Rachel continued to maintain her unperturbed, concise manner.
Upon hearing this.
Ian felt bad for Mr. White, and Mr. White himself must have felt worse. His face twitched twice, and he completely gave up on managing his expression.
"Kill me!"
The chemistry teacher even forgot that he was already dead.
Ian reminded him of this fact in a timely manner and stated that he had even counted how many pieces he was blown into when he died, believing this information would contribute to piecing together a relatively complete corpse later.
"..."
Mr. White understood what was meant by something being worse than death.
"Fine, let me see for myself what is so special about you that is worthy of my demon father's attention." Rachel half-crouched and extended her hand.
The girl seemed to have the ability to read minds. The strange runes on her forehead simultaneously lit up. Just as her hand was about to touch Mr. White's soul.
"Hmm?"
Rachel noticed someone tugging at her clothes.
The force grew stronger.
She didn't look back.
"Have your hormones gotten the best of you?" The girl simply said to the boy behind her, who was perhaps two years younger than herself, in a calm voice.
It was a cold joke.
Ian didn't appreciate it.
"Uh... Rachel, right? You don't have to worry about where your dad went. It looks like your dad came looking for you himself?" Ian's uncertain voice rang out behind Rachel.
Rachel's pupils sharply constricted.
She spun around.
She immediately followed the direction Ian was pointing—on the floor, Trigon's symbol was emitting an ominous red light, and some creature was attempting to break through the dimensional barrier.
"Just his minion, he can't get out." Rachel concluded, breathing a slight sigh of relief, but still standing up to look warily at the ground where some kind of material interaction was taking place.
The girl's eyes flashed.
The gem on her forehead grew brighter.
Ian, who had been frustrated that he couldn't wipe away the symbols on the floor, circled back and was amazed to see this. He thought the way her eyes shone was truly cool.
"No wonder so many people like the Sharingan." Ian also wanted to have his own red-eye condition. Unfortunately, he could only make poor imitations of these red-eye enthusiasts right now.
"I have it too."
Ian got his wish.
"Hmm?"
Rachel looked at Ian's face.
Her expression became slightly strange. No matter how poker-faced a girl was, she couldn't keep her composure at this moment. The girl was certain that Ian's red eyeballs were just due to many ruptured capillaries.
Just then.
*Rumble*
A violent noise occurred.
The floor shook.
A demon, over two meters tall with curved bull horns, slowly climbed out of a puddle of chemical solution, as if the solution below connected to another world.
"Raven."
The demon's deep voice was filled with malice. It stretched its neck, making a grating "crack" sound. "Your great father asked me to send his regards..."
Some boasts.
Can't always be finished.
After a formidable entrance, the demon hadn't even finished speaking when it saw a human boy rush up to it, jump, and deliver an uppercut to its jaw.
"Bang!"
The demon's head snapped backward.
It was momentarily stunned.
Followed by boundless fury.
"You should fear me! Submit to me! Human, I am a demon! My life transcends yours!" The bull-horned demon had just reset its crooked jaw. After an angry roar, it found Ian slamming another punch into it.
"I'm a rapper too! Did I say anything? Did I show off?" Ian grabbed the half-melted fire extinguisher nearby and swung it full force onto the demon's face.
Physical damage was actually effective.
The demon's face warped, and it stumbled, falling to the ground. Before it could react, it felt someone straddling it, desperately shoving something into its mouth.
"Is this even allowed?"
Rachel, who had been on edge, instantly felt her worldview shatter a little. She just stared blankly as Ian straddled the demon, persistently trying to stuff a pendant into the demon's mouth. Neither she nor the demon seemed to understand this action, only Ian knew what he was doing.
"Godfather! Save me! Save me! I want to get stronger!" Ian yelled for help while viciously punching the demon's temple. He was on the verge of a breakthrough just to eat the delicious, melt-in-your-mouth experience.
Family-Man?
No!
He was a gourmet!
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