Ian coveted the toad, which could only be used for tracking people and clearly seemed magical. He remembered that some people in the West liked to lick toads, so it must be some kind of officially controlled prohibited item.
"Stop, stop, listen if they have any difficulties... they must have difficulties..." Ian opened his mouth, trying to talk his way out of the situation while waving his identification.
Mainly, he didn't dare to forcefully pull away from Madison's hand. He couldn't help it, since Ian hadn't inherited his father's bio-electric aura remotely, he might accidentally rip off Madison's arm.
Although this might be seen as giving away a ticket to cybernetic ascension.
Madison probably wouldn't appreciate it.
"This is a blank piece of paper!" Madison slapped Ian's hand away, her blonde hair practically standing on end with anger. She felt insane that she had unconsciously turned her head to verify the identification.
Superheroes had no damn official identification!
"That's not right. You should be seeing my [Nylon Superman] official ID." Ian jogged alongside her, looking puzzled. He took the card back and examined it carefully for a moment.
There was no problem at all. It displayed the identity he wanted to project in his mind, and even the nylon on the photo was his favorite kind, the one he hadn't been able to find in several supermarkets.
It had a perfect sheen.
It was the kind of quality that could be sold to deviant lesbians on dating websites after use. As for why he wouldn't sell it to men, it was, of course, because Ian still had morals and bottom lines.
It certainly wasn't because poor perverted boys couldn't afford the price.
"You definitely didn't take your meds this morning!" Madison stamped her foot in frustration, pulling a bottle of pills from her bag. "Delusions, right? Then take my psychiatric medication for now!"
She seemed to have exposed something.
A deeply hidden secret.
Yet, it felt so reasonable.
After all, not just any girl could be Ian's deskmate for several years. Ian was about to confess that he was "cured" but immediately chose to keep quiet when he saw the [Extra Large] pill bottle.
Minors actually understood better than adults what was more beneficial to them. This was a screening mechanism evolved by nature. Minors who were not self-interested had died off before they could evolve into Homo sapiens. Although Darwin hadn't articulated this point, it didn't stop Ian from applying generalization from the theory of evolution.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch~"
Ian felt that his friendship with Madison had lasted a long time, so he found an excuse to swallow the pills quickly and took the bottle, dumping a handful directly into his mouth.
[Metabolic Disorder]
Unfortunately, due to his overly strong physique, Ian only acquired a negligible negative status. He wondered if there were still any Kryptonian drug manufacturing recipes in his father's Fortress of Solitude.
Alien universal medicine must be effective.
"No! You ate all of it?" Madison only realized what had happened after Ian handed the empty bottle back to her, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"You didn't leave any for me? Not a single one?" It could only be said that an 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, underachievers didn't have that concept, and not knowing something here was generally equivalent to it not existing.
Honestly.
This line of thought.
Even Ian found it somewhat peculiar.
"It was genuinely money well spent for you to see a psychiatrist."
Ian commented thoughtfully.
The simple-minded flirtatious girl didn't understand the implied meaning of his words.
"I don't care. You have to prove it to my psychiatrist so she doesn't think I'm reselling the medication she prescribed me." Madison tried to pull Ian to continue running.
"Take me to the police station now!" Because Madison had let go of Ian when getting the pills, she now realized that Ian's hand was a target she couldn't grasp.
She reached down.
Ian's hand went high up.
She reached up again.
Ian quickly moved his hand behind his back.
"What is wrong with you!?"
Madison began to suspect that Ian was suffering from the side effect of [ADHD] from the pills. She kept looking behind Ian. Seeing no pursuers, she slightly relaxed.
"I'm mainly afraid that if your hand touches me again, you'll ruin my grand aspirations, my path to godhood." Ian was still terrified, recalling what had happened in the classroom a few days ago.
Perhaps that ability to heal others was a marvelous cure for those who needed it, but for Ian, all he could feel was a huge psychological trauma.
Who understood, folks?
Madison's healing hand was definitely a nightmare for any hoarder.
"Is 'female charm' a bone-scraping knife again?"
Madison was helpless.
She remembered Ian's excuses when he talked about money and not feelings.
"Something like that."
Ian didn't correct her.
The ancestor's wisdom could still apply here with a slight twist.
"When I become a Hollywood superstar, you'll have to pay me if you want to shake my hand!" Charging Ian in reverse had always been Madison's dream.
"Being 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're the miracle doctor. We'll definitely win big as a team."
Ian sincerely proposed.
"Encouraging people to study medicine is blasphemy!" Madison immediately rolled her eyes. She might have understood what Ian was saying, but she had no intention of engaging.
Choosing to see a doctor.
Was naturally an act of resisting certain personal issues.
"Seriously, even if I buy you family health insurance so you don't have to worry about having twenty-six babies in one birth, you won't consider it?" Ian was still a little persistent.
On the road, people came and went.
Some people with sharp ears couldn't help but look back at them. Mainly, a man wearing stockings on his head and a sexy girl discussing such a topic was enough to cause misunderstandings.
"What do you take me for? A pig? Giving birth to a whole litter?" Madison's hand ran through her messy hair again. She used her other hand to pull out her phone and check for the nearest police station.
"Pigs can't give birth to that many, but I think a sorcerer definitely could." Ian had certainly considered this seriously. He remembered the pregnancy potion in the Harry Potter movies he watched before he transmigrated.
If it wasn't there.
Then the doubter must have watched a pirated version.
"What sorcerer?" Madison's eyes flickered at the mention of the word, but she hid it by looking down at her phone. The fourteen-year-old girl actor was still not cunning enough.
Ian gave a deep look at the phone Madison was holding upside down.
"Like them, for example." Ian whispered, casually pointing across the street. The men in black had somehow appeared ahead of the escape route Madison was leading Ian on.
The magical toad in the leader's hand stuck out a long tongue, pointing directly at Madison. Prompted by Ian's warning, Madison immediately spotted the men in black, who were like a rash.
"This is impossible!"
Madison kept looking back at the street and at the men in black weaving through traffic—she had just checked the map and knew there were no side streets nearby for those people to have bypassed this location and appeared in front of them.
"It's unscientific!"
Madison's face was full of doubt and shock.
She wanted to run.
But she found that there were men in black surrounding her on both sides.
"Your Science and Nature class score was only six points, and now you're telling me you strongly believe in science?" Ian tilted his head, once again feeling a moment of realization.
"No wonder you have to see a psychiatrist!"
He believed Madison was the one whose brain wasn't normal.
After all, a normal person who saw Superman flying in the sky every day, and the Flash and various other metahumans on TV, wouldn't believe in the conventional science recognized by the general public in this world.
Even if they believed in science.
It would be an all-encompassing belief.
They shouldn't be questioning it like Madison was.
"No... I mean... this isn't normal, is it? Hmm, not normal?" Madison was once again speechless, crushed by Ian's logic.
It was infuriatingly reasonable.
"What's abnormal about it? Our world has been like this for so many years—trust me, switch to magic. You won't be able to grasp science at all."
Ian dodged Madison's grabbing hand again and patted her shoulder.
"Why is your hand so fast?"
Madison nervously watched the surroundings, no longer concerned with questioning Ian's abnormal hand speed. "We need to find the police. These people definitely have bad intentions."
Finding herself surrounded by men in black on all sides and nowhere to run, she immediately started looking for a self-defense weapon nearby—the next moment, Ian stuffed an orange into her hand.
"It's useless to call for help from others. These people are not normal. Perhaps... perhaps as you said, they have magic, and others only treat their actions as commonplace." Madison reminded Ian, but ultimately did not snatch the old lady's cane.
"Do they also have a bio-electric aura?"
Ian was shocked.
"What bio-electric aura?"
Madison blinked in confusion.
"Whenever you encounter something unscientific, unnatural, and abnormal, blaming it on the bio-electric aura is always right..." Envy made Ian's handsome face a little distorted. He found a few stones on the ground, initially intending to smash the security cameras, but now he wanted to throw them all at the men in black.
"Didn't you just say it was magic?"
Madison couldn't follow Ian's train of thought.
"It could also be magic." Ian could only console himself with this, but his behavior seemed rather unreliable and wishy-washy to Madison.
"Use whatever crazy idea you have quickly! Don't think about summoning Superman. I tried. It's useless." Madison rolled her eyes. The approaching men in black made her kidneys ache.
So.
She wanted to struggle a bit more.
"Just 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 shouting for Superman to save me, because I believe everyone can be Superman."
Saying this.
Ian turned his back to Madison, revealing the letters [CD] on the back of his T-shirt. They were huge, but not *only* huge. It made Madison look completely dumbfounded.
This shirt wasn't ruined because Ian had bought many of them.
"What does that mean?"
Madison's brain kept switching between several scenarios.
Her brain wasn't keeping up.
"It's a truncated abbreviation of Superboy, which means I'm a Superboy who hasn't grown up yet!" Ian believed this was just due to Madison's poor reading comprehension from failing her language class.
His label was clearly super obvious.
"..."
Speechless, Madison watched Ian, who was hiding in a blind spot of the security camera, expose one eye and aim a stone at the camera, then throw it. The stone was as strong and swift as a bullet.
However.
The camera was perfectly fine.
Ian took down a man in black eight hundred meters away instead.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Madison was stunned.
"It's part of the plan. If even you were fooled, they certainly wouldn't expect me to be launching a sneak attack." Ian quickly adjusted his strategy. Madison, who again found it absurd yet still felt Ian was somewhat right, opened her mouth but ultimately didn't know how to evaluate Ian.
"That boy has a problem too!"
The men in black saw their companion attacked.
One of them immediately conjured a huge fireball with his hands and was about to attack Ian—Madison was dumbstruck, and Ian, not wanting to expose his shooting skills again, frowned.
"See! I told you they were sorcerers!"
Ian immediately closed his eyes.
"No, even if they are sorcerers, you're giving up just like that? You always say you have a super brain. Hurry up and think of something."
Madison, who knew she was just a pretty face with an empty head, eagerly wanted to rouse Ian's fighting spirit. Of course, she completely misunderstood Ian's actions.
"I'm activating my ultimate move right now."
The moment Ian's words fell.
Madison opened her mouth, ready to say something.
The next second.
Her voice and movements instantly froze.
The entire world went still.
Pedestrians were frozen mid-step, birds hung suspended in the air, and even the droplets of water from the fountain solidified into crystal sculptures. Pedestrians, vehicles, and even leaves suspended in the air quickly faded in color.
The whole world was like a frozen black-and-white animation.
Only Ian still retained his color.
"What was that about, 'If you don't show up, I'm going to write a book called My Pursuit of Love with Miss Death, the Tsundere?"
An angry voice sounded.
Ian opened his eyes.
Standing under the traffic light, which was gray like the rest of the environment, was the familiar woman in the tank top. Who else could it be but a thoroughly displeased Miss Death?
Seeing this.
Ian knew he had won again.
Miss Death responded to Ian's smile with a sneer.
"You think this can threaten me?" She walked barefoot on the gray crosswalk, and each step created ripples that spread out as she approached Ian.
"But you still came."
Ian wasn't panicking.
"???"
Miss Death, seeing that she hadn't scared Ian, simply 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 arm with her nails. Her long black hair moved without any wind.
"I came because there's something behind this matter that I need your help with." Then, without waiting for Ian to ask, Miss Death raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
All the security cameras on the street instantly turned to ash. Even the rear cameras of pedestrians' phones disintegrated into black sand carried by the wind. It must be said that the visual impact of this scene was truly immense.
Ian's eyes shone brightly.
"Sigh!"
Miss Death sighed again. Looking at the scattered black ash and the boy in front of her, she had an indescribable feeling of frustration. A deity who had lived for countless ages had truly never encountered anything like this today.
Death had witnessed countless lives chasing her.
And this.
This was genuinely the first time someone had craved her power only to destroy the surrounding security cameras. This guy wasn't even asking her to destroy those things! This was beyond using a nuclear bomb to kill a chicken. She simply couldn't comprehend what kind of mental state would result in such a prayer?
Was he unthinking?
Or was he really just obeying his father's instructions?
"Are you happy?"
Miss Death stared at the boy in front of her.
"A little bit?"
Ian's tone was even uncertain.
"..."
Miss Death remained silent for a moment.
"Remember, as repayment, you have to investigate this matter thoroughly and give me an explanation..." She seemed to be hinting at something again, reaching out and tapping Ian's forehead.
"That's not right."
Ian was not fooled by her small gesture.
"What I promised wasn't that. I clearly promised that if you answered me, you could come to my house and scrub my back when I couldn't reach it in the shower!"
"And only for five minutes, mind you."
He corrected her misrepresentation.
The next moment.
"Whoosh~"
A gust of wind blew past.
The supreme deity vanished very quickly.
Faster than any time before, the black-and-white world regained its color. Ian found a strange pointer in his hand—the pointer was pointing straight towards an unknown direction.
"What is she so urgent about?"
Ian was deep in thought.
He felt something unusual.
After all, Miss Death hadn't given such a clear guide even when external universes were encroaching on this one. Was this matter more urgent than his own father being corrupted by evil?
"That's your solution? A compass?" After the world returned to motion, Madison was vibrant again. All she saw was a strange pointer appearing out of nowhere in Ian's hand.
"This is just Miss Tsundere's subtle declaration of love." Ian tucked the pointer into his pocket. Without the constraint of security cameras, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to face the group of sorcerers.
A massive fireball hurtled towards him.
The surrounding pedestrians were strangely oblivious to it.
"Look out!"
Madison tried to pull Ian out of the way, but Ian, as if high on adrenaline, charged straight at the fireball and punched the terrifying sphere, shattering it.
"Flashy show!"
Ian was disappointed, looking at his hand that hadn't even been burned. Another fireball whistled towards him, and Ian, without even blinking, raised his hand and punched the weak attack into oblivion.
"Shit! Why didn't you say you were so powerful earlier!"
Madison was stunned by Ian's performance.
Her jaw nearly dropped.
"I told you not to run, not to run... you little brat, your brain really doesn't work well." Ian didn't look back. He simply grabbed the lamppost the men in black were telekinetically controlling to smash him.
A perfect replication of his father's move.
It felt great.
It felt wonderful not to screw up.
"I can't control his mind!"
"Damn it! Who exactly is this guy?!"
...
It was all relative.
When Ian wasn't in a hurry, others always were. The black-robed sorcerers panicked, throwing all sorts of magic at Ian. But their actions only demonstrated what weaklings they were.
"All smoke and mirrors. You might as well just wield AK-47s."
Ian rushed towards them, enduring flames, lightning, and ice shards. He was fair, giving each of them a punch. His body, struck by the magic, was completely unharmed.
He didn't even manage to gain any [Berserker] experience.
It fully demonstrated the charm of high stats.
His shirt was slightly damaged.
His pants had minor flaws.
Only the stockings on his face had turned to ash.
"Bang bang bang~"
These sorcerers had clearly leveled up the wrong skills, their bodies were frail. Ian knocked them all unconscious with a single punch each. He carefully picked up the magical toad from the leader of the men in black.
"My little darling~"
Just by holding the miraculous magical toad in his hand, Ian noticed he gained a [Slow Poisoning] negative buff. He immediately fell head over heels for the toad.
He had just tucked it into his pocket, not yet figuring out how to use it back home.
"Watch out!"
Madison's frantic warning reached his ears. Ian turned around and saw a small sedan being slammed toward him by one of the men in black using his telekinesis.
Ian wasn't his father.
He didn't have a bio-electric aura.
So, he could only perform an iron head technique on the spot.
His head completely smashed through the Japanese sedan.
"Oh my God! You're just like Superman!"
Madison's eyes were practically bulging. She frantically praised Ian, seemingly becoming the first—and perhaps only—fan after Nylon Superman's debut.
"Crrunch, crrunch~"
Ian tore away the car wreckage that was trapping him. Forcing out his purely numerical-stacked super-speed, he charged forward and smashed the black-robed man who had launched a sneak attack and disregarded martial virtue to the ground.
This guy took a full three punches from Ian.
"The no-kill rule saved you all." Ian finished his work, signaling Madison to tie the group up. He planned to send them all to a gay bar before his father found out.
They say you pick up bodies at bars.
The gay men of Metropolis deserved a gift from nature too.
"So, you're the prototype for the comic book you draw? You're actually Superman!?" Madison's imagination was wild. She instantly crowned Ian with the title of Superman.
She was incredibly obedient now, tying up the men in black without needing any instruction from Ian. The precocious deskmate knew what centipede shape Ian liked best.
"No, Homelander was inspired by my older brother." Ian quickly corrected her, salvaging his image. No one stipulated that a comic couldn't exist before the author discovered the prototype of the comic.
"You didn't deny being Superman!" Madison was first startled, then frowned. "But wait, Superman has been active for decades!"
"Don't you age? I see~ That's it! You, who don't age, have been hiding in high school as a student. No wonder no one discovered Superman's true identity!"
The blonde flirtatious girl gasped, displaying her excellent deductive skills. She felt she was gradually understanding everything and believed her intelligence was quite sharp in an emergency.
"Have you been watching too much Twilight?"
Ian looked at his deskmate in surprise. He didn't want to sell out his father, nor did he dare to steal his father's account. He believed that one day he would have his own legend.
Metropolis.
Would eventually usher in the era of Nylon Superman.
Ian had a plan. His older brother's grades were poor, but his athletic ability was good. If he didn't awaken his Kryptonian bloodline later, he could strive on the football field and then transition into becoming a senator.
With the help of a popular hero.
Plus Ian stealing President Trump's account and borrowing the "MAGA" slogan as a backdrop using his own skill.
What was this called?
It was God's hint!
Jonathan, the older brother who came from a traditional redneck family, could very well become the President of America! This was the true path to protecting the family's secret!
"Why are you smiling so foolishly?" Madison finished tying up the group and found Ian giggling at a billboard advertising Luthor's campaign for state assemblyman.
"It's nothing. I'm just worrying myself sick over my family's future." Ian withdrew his gaze and looked around. Just as he was about to ask Madison to ask a male classmate where a certain type of bar was.
Suddenly, everyone on the street simultaneously collapsed. Cars started playing bumper cars. Ian flash-sped and saved an eighty-year-old man, but a seventy-year-old "young old man" on the other side of the street wasn't so lucky.
He was hit head-on by a sedan that had lost control due to the driver passing out.
He fell to the ground, twitching.
Bleeding profusely.
"I can only save one..." Ian felt a little helpless, but not ashamed. After all, he had saved one, and the oldest age also meant his merit reward would be maximized.
Respect for the elderly and care for the young.
"You're Superman. How could you only save one? You must be deliberately testing me." Madison rushed forward, placing her hands on the injured person.
The old man instantly recovered fully, and even his age spots faded.
"Could you have a little more trust?"
Madison didn't blame Ian, but she was utterly speechless at his distrust. From her perspective, such a guess was completely normal.
After all, Superman's speed was enough to save everyone.
Everyone in Metropolis shared this consensus.
"I don't engage in that Batman behavior!" Ian's anger bar in the bottom right corner shot up. He felt Madison's accusation was filthy. How could he play covert tricks like Batman?
"Fine, you little brat! Not only did you trick me into thinking you didn't understand magic, but you also maliciously misjudged me! This won't be settled without ten visits to KFC—and you have to treat me ten times outside of Thursday!"
"If it's Thursday, you have to treat me twenty times."
Ian seized the opportunity to threaten her.
"..."
Madison was dumbfounded.
She felt Ian couldn't possibly be Superman anymore.
"I didn't trick you."
With a helpless sigh.
Madison started to tell her story, being completely honest for the first time. "I was actually going to an audition today, but then I realized something was wrong."
"The audition site was a small church—not the Christian or Catholic kind, but a private cult. When I got there, I felt the place was like a wicked cult."
The reason she had suspected Ian of joining a cult was found. "An old woman led me and gave me a few tests, trying to trick me into joining her witch coven."
At this point.
Madison wore a terrified expression.
"Honestly, I'm not stupid. Unlike those women who are always fooled by mysterious things, in my opinion, those so-called tests were just a form of magic that I couldn't understand."
"Phasing, clairvoyance, fireballs, soul connections, telepathy... Very mystical, but I didn't believe it." Madison clutched her head, still finding it hard to accept the insane world.
"Witch? Witch coven? Tests and evaluations?" Ian touched a blind spot in his "prophecy." He started desperately searching his memories for information that matched these details.
It was normal that he couldn't recall anything.
After all, he wasn't a true prophet.
Who could have read every single fantasy work before transmigrating? All Ian could do was use probability to search for characters and events involving magic in the DC universe.
He came up empty.
"Damn it, even my super brain can malfunction?" Ian refused to believe this. He continued to pressure his brain, secretly threatening it in his mind.
This was still useful.
He thought of many things he hadn't remembered before.
However.
There was still no information related to Madison or any witch coven. "So, are you saying that these people are actually witches?"
Ian looked at the suited men scattered on the ground, his tone full of astonishment. The useless piece of knowledge he had thought of was about a novel where there was a supernatural profession that allowed men to change into women.
So.
Perhaps DC also had a gender-swap magic?
"No, that's not it... the coven was all women, the most standard women in every sense." Madison knew Ian's train of thought was likely veering off track.
So, she stressed that the witches were indeed just women.
"Then how did these people target you? Aren't they with the witches?" Ian kicked the unconscious men in black. These men in black were surprisingly soft, like slugs.
No bones?
Just as Ian squatted down to examine them.
"No, no, no. We are not the same as the witches. We are male sorcerers—at least I am a male sorcerer, and they were male sorcerers before they were corrupted and replaced by my little imps."
A man's voice, full of echo, suddenly boomed out.
A fissure opened in the sky, and a man in a black robe slowly descended. With every meter he dropped, a street lamp exploded, a theatrical entrance that made Ian slightly envious.
"Nightclub style?"
Ian stared at the man's exposed chest, somewhat amazed. "Little brat, I knew you'd attract this kind of person. You need to stop going to those clubs so they won't cling to you."
What heartfelt advice.
Madison was furious and ashamed.
"Screw you! I'm still a virgin! That's my most valuable asset! Who would waste that at a nightclub?" Madison gritted her teeth and kicked Ian's calf.
However.
How could a body of hard steel without a bio-electric aura be affected by a mere kick?
*Thud*
Madison kicked him, and she was the one who fell onto her butt. She grew even angrier. She was suffering from the idiocy of her own mind, realizing that she should have known she couldn't kick Ian.
"Damn it!"
Madison was nearly brought to tears by her own stupidity. She let go and even threw her expensive handbag onto the ground, her face full of self-doubt and reflection on whether she was truly smart.
"A mosquito bit me just now."
Ian pretended not to notice.
His deskmate was definitely faking it.
The look in her eyes, tearful and pained, was too spot-on.
"???"
Madison was hit hard again.
"Just for that? And you still want KFC!?"
She gnashed 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 a reason for pursuing my good friend, Miss Madison."
A very obvious attempt at a save.
Hearing this.
Madison sighed and lay spread-eagled in the middle of the road.
She gave up.
"The Supreme Sorceress wants to borrow her body to live another lifetime. That is not something I want to see... this world can only have one Supreme Sorcerer, and that is me."
The man was very honest.
He held his hands behind his back.
Looking very imposing.
Of course, the nightclub style was still very obvious—unruly and flirtatious, with the strong scent of a nightclub headliner. Ian sniffed and frowned.
He realized something was wrong.
"A demon?"
Yes, Ian's super nose picked up a familiar scent.
"Clever."
The man smirked.
It looked much more natural than Ian's own Dragon King smirk.
"What!? A demon!?" Madison, who was lying down, propped up her head, her face filled with dread—she was definitely having a terrible day. She hadn't even recovered from the shock of magic and witches before encountering something even scarier. The blonde girl only wanted to faint immediately.
She could accept Ian taking her unconscious body home. There was no loss, and she could promote herself in Hollywood later by claiming she slept with Superman. Wasn't that more cost-effective than those actresses sleeping with directors?
"I am the Son of the Demon Lord, the future King of the World." The man proudly announced, staring at Ian. His voice seemed to be endowed with some kind of power, becoming thick and profound.
"Now, surrender to me."
His words might truly contain some magic.
Sure enough.
Madison, who had been lying on the ground, scrambled up and immediately knelt down, facing the black-robed man. Her pretty face was full of terror and disbelief.
"What is happening!"
Madison cried out in shock, her voice trembling.
"It is aligning with fate."
The black-robed man spoke with a full sense of melodrama.
"You also like to talk about destiny?"
Ian was extremely surprised.
He hadn't been affected by the man's linguistic power.
The black-robed man was also quite surprised by this but wasn't angry. Not everyone was as easily provoked as Ian. "This is a divine oracle. Mortals cannot defy it."
"However, it seems you have a very special body."
Saying this.
The man looked around the street, which was littered with chaotic metal debris—all things that had been used to attack Ian and subsequently destroyed by him.
"Don't blame me. It's all your underlings' fault." Ian firmly believed he was acting in self-defense. This was important. Even if America didn't have self-defense laws, he needed to remember it.
It would be very useful when combined with other moves in a court case.
"Underlings? They don't have the qualifications to be my underlings—they're just low-level imps from Hell. If I get your body, I certainly won't need their assistance anymore."
The black-robed man first glanced down disdainfully at the bound men in black on the ground, then looked up at Ian, his eyes full of greed, seemingly plotting to possess Ian.
"That's probably not going to happen."
Ian chose to politely decline.
"Heh, I don't need your permission. Your body is mine. I will replace your identity in this world, and no one will remember what happened today."
The black-robed man was full of confidence. He pointed to the unconscious people scattered on the ground, clearly indicating that all of this was his doing. Perhaps he had been observing Ian's fight from the very beginning.
And the reason he did this.
Was, of course, to possess Ian without anyone knowing.
"Superman, he's disrespecting you so much. Go take him down." Madison, lying down again, patted Ian's leg, very lightly, afraid of hurting her hand.
"He's no Superman. He's just an imposter." The black-robed man scoffed. He thought he had exposed Ian's vanity and intended to pressure Ian psychologically further.
This was meant to shatter Ian's psychological defense, making it easier for him to possess Ian later. It had to be said that his plan was well-laid, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to have done detailed background checks.
"You're right. I'm definitely not Superman." Ian felt no sense of being broken down. While the black-robed man frowned, Ian also glanced at the men in black on the ground.
"So, are you saying that the help I bought with my charm was meaningless, not only are the security cameras useless, but no witnesses can remember what's happening now?"
"And that even you guys are demons? Not human?"
Ian's emotional fluctuation came from annoyance.
He gritted his teeth.
The black-robed man was completely confused.
"Yes."
The man who called himself the Son of Hell was somewhat baffled by Ian's attitude.
But he still nodded in response.
The next moment.
The black-robed man saw Ian's face visibly flush, turning red-hot. His body was trembling. He was just about to point out that Ian would vanish without a trace to heighten his fear.
However.
"I'm logging in for the morning shift! Forget twenty times! Make it fifty times!" The boy, who suddenly exploded with rage, interrupted the black-robed man's plan. He only saw dazzling golden light beginning to appear in the boy's eyes.
"You should have told me that earlier! I would have logged in to my main account!" Two beams of heat vision burst forth without warning. The furious Ian was truly going all out.
Under the wide-eyed gaze of Madison, who sat up with a carp jump move, the immense golden beams instantly blasted the male sorcerer, who hadn't even reacted, away.
"I know! That's heat vision! The color of gold! Golden Superman!" Madison's exclamation was mixed with the sound of the black-robed man slamming into the shopping mall.
Heat vision was truly fierce. It either penetrated directly or, if it couldn't penetrate, it provided a knockback. The Son of Hell, whose entrance was so imposing, directly shattered the three-story mall.
The rumble of collapsing rubble and rebar was deafening.
"Little brat, show some respect. I'm on my main account now. I'm the Patriarch." Ian truly understood how to log in. He even warned his good friend while praising himself.
Not to mention the demon who had just attacked him.
"Crash~"
Maintaining the heat vision, Ian walked towards the mall ruins. He casually grabbed two of the bound men in black and crushed their empty heads.
There was truly no brain inside.
Only maggots.
"Definitely not human!"
Ian didn't kill all the demons. These little imps were the lowest-level demons. While it was true they couldn't be sacrificed to his godfather, he felt they could be used to nourish his gas station/trash can.
"I'm so mad! I did all that impressive maneuvering, and you're telling me I was overthinking because I was too smart!" The angrier Ian got, the brighter his heat vision became.
The golden light was almost solidified, scorching the dust in the air with a burnt smell—the physical strength increased by the Berserker passive also affected the skill effects of other professions.
After all, physical strength wasn't calculated separately.
"Damn it! What kind of power is this! It's not Superman's heat vision!" The Son of Hell wailed in the ruins. A large area of his body was covered in scorched and blackened blood vessels.
However.
Because he had defended himself in time, Ian hadn't managed to completely disintegrate him. But the black mist that had gathered on his raised arm for defense didn't look like it could hold up for much longer.
"Is that all? Is that all?"
Ian strode closer, each step cracking the pavement.
"Supreme Sorcerer? Trash!" He grabbed the man, who was too weak to perform any other actions, by the throat, lifting him completely off the ground.
The black-robed man's feet dangled above the ground. The black mist surged frantically but could not break free from Ian's iron grip. He was horrified to discover that his black mist couldn't even harm Ian.
"What exactly are you?!"
His voice was distorted by fear.
"Definitely not a Supreme Sorcerer? What pathetic garbage." Ian was always adept at maintaining relationships with powerful figures. He was about to declare that he was a disciple of the Supreme Sorcerer Tony.
Suddenly.
A book fell out of the struggling black-robed man's robe. The book's cover was made from some kind of creature's skin, covered in fine scales that shimmered with an eerie greenish-gray sheen in the sunlight. Several black tentacles, like living things, writhed restlessly on the spine, bearing text that Ian could not decipher.
"What is this?"
Ian liked picking things up.
So, he first threw the black-robed man aside, then stepped on him as he tried to crawl away. Then, he immediately bent down and picked up the strange book on the ground.
The moment Ian's fingertips touched the sinister tome.
The entire book suddenly twitched violently, like a sock thrown into a washing machine.
The scales on the cover flaked off with a hiss, revealing a pink Hello Kitty sticker underneath. The tentacles wrapped around the spine dropped to the ground with a *plop*, turning into clumps of multi-colored playdough.
Cartoon clouds and rainbow graffiti emerged from the edges of the pages. At the very center of the cover, where a hideous demon relief had been, the image now twisted into a round, yellow smiley face.
Surging, murky, yet constantly boiling light-gray matter surrounded the smiley face. The text on the cover also changed, condensing into six twisted, large characters.
They looked exactly like a child's scribbles.
[Ian's Spellbook]
Ian realized he could suddenly read it.
He blinked.
"This book actually knows how to avoid misfortune and seek fortune?" The sudden change astonished Ian. The black-robed man under his foot only looked up once.
The next moment, he froze completely, no longer struggling. As if he had seen something utterly terrifying, his whole body began to tremble. His entire face was contorted beyond human recognition.
"No, it can't be! It was supposed to be mine! Mine!" The black-robed man's voice was sharp and laced with the sound of fearful bursts, echoing throughout the entire street.
"I can't feel it! I can't feel it anymore! This... no, this shouldn't be happening..." The black-robed man, who had been arrogant and proud of his identity as the Son of Hell, showed utter despair.
"What's wrong?"
Ian flipped through the book in his hand.
It was completely blank inside, with slightly yellowed pages.
"Why don't I feel anything from it?"
Ian frowned.
He felt like he had been tricked.
However.
The black-robed man had no intention of answering him.
The fellow was just trembling.
"How could you be a demon... how could you be a higher demon than me..." Sometimes, a life that has completely broken down will turn into a thorough repeat offender.
The black-robed demon was just like this at this moment.
He was completely broken and utterly desperate.
He didn't even dare to imagine.
As the child of the Demon lord of Hell.
What could be a higher-ranking demon than himself?
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