Ian was envious of the toad that looked like it could only be used to find people. He
remembered that some people in Europe and America liked to lick toads, so it must be
some kind of officially controlled contraband.
"Stop, stop, listen to their reasons⋯ they must have reasons⋯" Ian said, waving his
ID while trying to persuade them.
He didn't dare to forcefully break free from Madison's grasp. There was no way around
it; Ian hadn't inherited his father's bio‑field remotely, and he might accidentally pull
Madison's arm off.
This could perhaps be seen as giving away a ticket to cyber ascension.
However, Madison probably wouldn't like it.
"This is a complete blank sheet of paper!" Madison slapped Ian's hand away, her
blonde hair exploding with rage. She felt like she was going crazy, and even subconsciously
turned her head to check her identity information.
Superheroes don't have any official identification!
"Wait a minute, you should have seen my official [Rose Superman] badge." Ian jogged
after him, looking surprised. He put the card away and examined it carefully for a moment.
There was absolutely no problem. It displayed the identity he wanted to project, and
even the shredded pork in the photo was the kind he had been searching for at several
supermarkets but couldn't find.
It gleamed with a perfect sheen.
She's the kind of woman who, after being used, can still be sold to perverted lesbians
on gay dating websites. As for why she doesn't sell to men, it's because Ian still has morals
and a bottom line.
It's definitely not because those weird, poor boys couldn't afford the price.
"You definitely didn't take your medication this morning!" Madison stamped her foot
in frustration, pulling a bottle of pills from her bag. "Paranoia, huh? Then use my
psychiatric medication to tide you over!"
It seems she has revealed something.
A deeply hidden secret.
Yet it seems so reasonable.
After all, not every girl can be Ian's deskmate for several years. Ian was about to
confess that he was "cured" when he saw the extra‑large medicine bottle and immediately
chose to keep quiet.
Minors actually understand better than adults what is in their best interest; this is a
selection mechanism evolved by nature. Minors who don't pursue self‑interest would have
perished before they even evolved into Homo sapiens. Although Darwin didn't explicitly
state this, it doesn't prevent Ian from applying it to other situations based on evolutionary
theory.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch~"
Ian felt that his friendship with Madison had lasted a long time, so he found an excuse
to chug the medicine bottle, took the medicine bottle and poured a whole bunch into his
mouth.
Metabolic disorder
Unfortunately, due to his superior physical abilities, Ian only gained a negligible
negative status effect. He also doesn't know if his father's Lonely Fortress still contains
Kryptonian medicine recipes.
The aliens' cosmic medicine must be effective.
"No! You ate them all?" Madison didn't realize it until Ian returned the medicine bottle
to him. His eyes widened in surprise, and his voice carried a hint of disbelief.
"Not a single one left for me? Not a single one?" It just goes to show that time travelers
don't encounter ordinary classmates; Madison's focus is clearly different from most normal
people.
She was simply shocked by Ian's "selfishness." As for drug poisoning and such, sorry,
those who are academically challenged in Europe and America don't have that concept,
and they don't know that it's practically non‑existent in their culture.
to be frank.
Such a thought process.
Even Ian felt something was off.
"Going to see a psychiatrist would be a real bargain."
Ian's thoughtful assessment.
The simple‑minded "green tea girl" didn't understand his implied meaning.
"I don't care, you have to go and prove it to my psychiatrist, so she won't think I'
m reselling the medication she prescribed for me." Madison tried to drag Ian away.
"Come with me to the police station now!" Because Madison had let go of Ian when
she got the medicine, she now realized that Ian's hand had become something she
couldn't hold onto.
She reached down to grab it.
Ian raised his hand high.
She then moved upwards.
Ian suddenly put his hands behind his back.
"What's wrong with you!?"
Madison began to suspect that Ian might be experiencing ADHD as a side effect of his
medication. She kept glancing behind Ian, and breathed a slight sigh of relief when she
didn't see any pursuers.
"I'm mainly afraid that if you touch me again, you'll ruin my grand ambitions and my
path to godhood." Ian was still terrified when he recalled what happened in the classroom
a few days ago.
Perhaps that ability to heal others is a panacea for those who need it, but with Ian, all
he could feel was a deep psychological trauma.
Who knows, family members.
Madison's Healing Hands is a nightmare for hamsters.
"So, women have become a 'bone‑scraping knife' again, haven't they?"
Madison was quite helpless.
She thought of Ian's argument when he talked about money but not feelings.
"almost."
Ian didn't correct it.
The words of our ancestors, even when distorted, can still be applied in this situation.
"When I become a Hollywood superstar, you'll have to pay me to shake my hand!"
Charging Ian in return has always been Madison's dream.
"Being a superstar is not as good as opening a hospital with me. That's where the
money really comes in fast. I can find injured people, and you're a miracle doctor. If we join
forces, we're sure to beat Ma."
Ian made a heartfelt suggestion.
"Advising someone to study medicine is like being struck by lightning!" Madison rolled
her eyes. She might understand what Ian was saying, but she didn't respond.
They will choose to see a doctor.
Naturally, it involves resisting certain inherent problems.
"I'm serious, even if I bought you family medical insurance so you wouldn't have to
worry about having 26 babies in one pregnancy, wouldn't you even consider it?" Ian was
still somewhat unwilling to give up.
People come and go on the main road.
Some people with sharp ears couldn't help but turn around to look at them. Mainly, it
was men wearing stockings on their heads and sexy girls discussing this kind of topic,
which was certainly enough to cause misunderstandings.
"What do you take me for? A pig? Someone who can have a litter?" Madison ran her
hand through her messy hair again, and with her other hand, she pulled out her phone to
check where the nearest police station was.
"Pigs can't produce that many offspring, but I think a wizard certainly can." Ian had
given it serious thought, of course. He remembered that there was a pregnancy potion in
the Harry Potter movies he had watched before he traveled through time.
If not.
That means the skeptics saw the pirated version.
The spiritual successor of Emperor Wansheng will not make a mistake.
"What magician?" Madison's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this, but she
concealed it by looking down at her phone. The fourteen‑year‑old actress was still not
shrewd enough.
Ian took a deep look at the phone that Madison had been holding upside down.
"Like them," Ian said softly, pointing across the street. The group of men in black
had appeared ahead of Madison as he and Ian fled.
The magical toad in the leader's hand flicked out its long tongue, pointing it at
Madison. Alerted by Ian, Madison immediately noticed the group of men in black, who
resembled a persistent skin lesion.
"This is impossible!"
Madison kept looking back at the street and the men in black weaving through the
traffic—she had just looked at the map and knew clearly that there were no shortcuts
nearby that would allow the group to bypass this area and appear ahead of her.
"That's not scientific!"
Madison looked on with surprise and uncertainty.
She wanted to run away.
However, they found that there were men in black blocking their way on both the left
and right sides.
"You got a perfect six on your science and natural sciences test, and now you're telling
me you really believe in science?" Ian tilted his head, suddenly realizing something again.
"No wonder you wanted to see a psychiatrist!"
He believed Madison was the one who was mentally unstable.
After all, normal people who see Superman flying in the sky every day, as well as The
Flash and other superhumans on TV, would not believe that the kind of science that the
public recognizes still exists in this world.
Even if you believe in science.
That too is a letter that embraces all rivers.
One shouldn't raise questions like Madison did.
"No⋯ I mean⋯ this isn't normal, is it? Hmm, not normal?" Madison was once again
rendered speechless by Ian's logic.
That's absolutely damn true.
"What's wrong with it? Our world has been like this for so many years—trust me,
switch to magic, you can't grasp even a little bit of science."
Ian dodged Madison's grabbing hand again and patted Madison on the shoulder.
How can your hands move so fast?
Madison nervously scanned his surroundings, no longer able to question Ian's
unusually fast hand speed. "We need to find the police; these people are definitely up to no
good."
She found herself surrounded by men in black with nowhere to escape, so she
immediately began looking around for a weapon to defend herself—and the next moment,
Ian shoved an orange into her hand.
"You didn't see that I've been wearing stockings over my head for so long, and the
people I met on the street didn't even think to call the police. The police, who have been
spoiled by Superman, definitely can't save you. But don't panic, I can, I always can. You
stay here and don't move. I've already bought you some oranges."
Ian looked around.
"Let me think of a way to disable the surveillance cameras here first."
no way.
It's in a busy downtown area.
There are always a few security cameras that are either broken or not. Who would have
thought that Ian's lifelong enemy would be security cameras? It's not that Ian is timid and
hesitant.
Rather, he's been involved in too many things lately, and he wants to give his family a
break. Especially Louise; even her father doesn't dare mess with her mom when she gets
home from work.
Ian dared not let his mother keep working overtime because of him.
It doesn't matter whether my dad's hitting hurts or not.
But if Mom gets angry, Dad, whom she orders around, isn't just about whether it hurts
or not—since he can't get hurt, Ian doesn't think that's a wise escalation option.
For your family and for yourself.
He should at least behave for several hours, or even more than ten hours.
"Just this one orange?"
Madison felt a familiar sense of deception. "You said the same thing yesterday. Do you
know how long I waited on the playground? The school security guards almost arrested me
for a thief!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Instead, I wasn't so panicked or nervous anymore.
At least he had a friend who was arrested with him to eat kidneys, so he resigned
himself to his fate and only hoped that his ill‑fated Hollywood kidneys could sell for more
money than Ian's kidneys.
This was the last line that a high school queen who had always strived for excellence
could reach.
at this time.
A group of men in black had already crossed the street and were only a few dozen
meters away from her and Ian. Looking around, Madison spotted an old woman using a
cane.
"Asking others for help is useless. These people are not normal. Perhaps⋯ perhaps
it's like you said, they have magic, and others just seem to be used to their behavior."
Madison reminded Ian, but in the end, she did not try to snatch the old lady's cane.
"They also have biofields?"
Ian was shocked.
"What biofield?"
Madison blinked, puzzled.
"When you encounter something so unscientific, unnatural, and abnormal, sticking to
the biofield is always the right thing to do⋯" Jealousy twisted Ian's handsome face. He
picked up a few stones from the ground, originally intending to smash the cameras, but
now he wanted to smash them all over the men in black.
"Weren't you just saying it was magic?"
Madison couldn't keep up with Ian's train of thought.
"It could also be magic," Ian could only console himself with that thought, but
Madison saw his behavior as rather unreliable and opportunistic.
"Just use whatever crazy ideas you have! Don't even think about summoning
Superman, I've tried it, it doesn't work." Madison rolled her eyes, the approaching man in
black making her back ache.
and so.
I tried to struggle a few more times.
"That's because you've tried it or not. It doesn't mean my cries for help are useless.
People are different... Of course, I don't like to call on Superman to save me because I
believe everyone can be Superman."
talking.
Ian had his back to Madison, revealing the "CD" lettering on the back of his T‑shirt—it
was huge, but more than just huge. Madison was completely dumbfounded.
This garment isn't damaged because Ian bought many of them.
"What do you mean?"
Madison's mind kept switching between several scenes.
My brain just couldn't keep up.
"It's half of the abbreviation for 'super boy,' which means I'm a super boy who hasn't
grown up yet!" Ian believed this was just because of his poor reading comprehension skills
from Madison's language course.
His labels are distinct and extremely obvious.
"..."
Speechless, Madison saw Ian hiding in a blind spot of the surveillance camera, so he
peeked out with one eye, took a rock, aimed it at the camera, and threw it with the force
and speed of a bullet.
however.
The surveillance camera showed no signs of anything amiss.
Ian smashed a man in black who was 800 meters away.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Madison was stunned.
"This is part of the plan. Even you were fooled by me, so of course they're even less
likely to realize I'm planning a sneak attack." Ian adjusted his strategy in time. Madison,
who felt it was absurd again but still thought Ian made a lot of sense, opened his mouth
but ultimately didn't know how to evaluate Ian.
"That boy has a problem too!"
The men in black witnessed their companion being attacked.
One of them conjured a huge fireball with both hands and was about to attack Ian—
Madison was dumbfounded, and Ian, not wanting to expose his shooting skills any further,
frowned.
"See? I told you they were magicians!"
Ian immediately closed his eyes.
"No, even if they really are magicians, are you just going to back down like this? Give
up? Don't you always say you have a super brain? Hurry up and think of a solution."
Knowing she was just a pretty face with an empty head, Madison was eager to rouse
Ian's fighting spirit. Of course, she did misunderstand Ian's behavior.
"I'm unleashing my ultimate move right now."
Ian had barely finished speaking.
Madison opened his mouth, ready to say something.
next moment.
Her voice and movements stopped abruptly in an instant.
The whole world stood still.
Pedestrians are frozen in the moment of taking a step, birds hover in the air, even the
water droplets of the fountain are solidified into crystal‑like sculptures, and pedestrians,
vehicles and even the leaves that are suspended in the air are fading color rapidly.
The whole world seemed to have become a frozen black and white animation.
Only Ian still possesses color.
"What do you mean, if I don't come, you're going to write a book called 'Me and Death:
The Arrogant Miss's Guide to Courtship'?"
An annoyed voice rang out.
Ian opened his eyes.
Seeing the same gray‑white traffic light that matched the surrounding environment,
standing under that familiar woman in a tank top, who else could it be but Miss Death with
a disgruntled expression?
See this situation.
Ian knew he had won again.
Miss Death responded to Ian's smile with a cold laugh.
"You think you can threaten me like this?" She stepped barefoot on the gray zebra
crossing, each step creating ripples as she approached Ian.
"But you're still here."
Ian didn't panic.
It even quoted classic lines from Gu Long's novels.
"????"
Miss Death, realizing she hadn't scared Ian, simply stopped in front of him, looked at
the boy who was a little shorter than her, and rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"This isn't because of you, don't flatter yourself." The Goddess of Death crossed her
arms, her nails tapping on her arms, her long black hair moving without wind.
"I'm here because there's something about this that I need your help with."
Without waiting for Ian to ask, Miss Death snapped her fingers.
All the surveillance cameras on the street were reduced to ashes at the same time, and
even the rear cameras on pedestrians' phones turned into black sand in the wind. It has to
be said that the visual impact of this scene was truly tremendous.
Ian's eyes were bright.
"Hey!"
Miss Death sighed again, looking at the scattered black ash and the boy in front of her,
her expression filled with an indescribable sense of frustration. Even a god who had lived
for countless ages had never encountered anything like what was happening today.
Death has witnessed the adoration of countless lives.
and this.
This was indeed the first time someone had ever begged for her power, just to use it to
destroy the surrounding surveillance cameras. This guy wasn't even asking her to kill those
monsters! This wasn't like using a nuclear bomb to kill a chicken; she simply couldn't
understand what kind of mental state would lead someone to make such a prayer.
Didn't expect that?
Or do you really listen to your dad?
"Are you happy?"
Miss Death stared at the boy in front of her.
"A tiny bit?"
Ian's tone even carried a hint of uncertainty.
"..."
Miss Death remained silent for a moment.
"Remember, in return, you have to investigate this matter thoroughly and give me an
explanation⋯" She seemed to be hinting at something again, reaching out and tapping
Ian's forehead.
"That's not right."
Ian was not fooled by the other party's subtle actions.
"That's not what I promised! I clearly promised that if you responded to me, you would
come to my house and scrub my back when I couldn't scrub it properly in the shower!"
"And you can only rub for five minutes."
He corrected the other party's misinterpretation.
next moment.
"Whoosh~"
A gust of wind blew by.
The supreme deity vanished very quickly.
Faster than ever before, the black and white world regained its color, and Ian found
himself holding a strange pointer—pointing straight and upright in some unknown
direction.
"What's wrong? Why is she in such a hurry?"
Ian seemed to be deep in thought.
I sensed something unusual.
After all, when it came to the external universe eroding this universe, Miss Death had
never given such clear guidance. Is this matter more urgent than her own father being
corrupted by evil spirits?
"Is this your idea? A compass?" After the world resumed its flow, Madison became agile
again, and all she could see in her vision was a strange pointer that had appeared out of
thin air in Ian's hand.
"This is just a haughty young lady's subtle confession." Ian put the pointer in his
pocket. Without the restraint of the surveillance camera, he immediately rolled up his
sleeves and prepared to face a group of wizards.
A huge fireball hurtled towards them.
The passersby around them did indeed strangely ignore it.
"careful!"
Madison tried to pull Ian away to dodge, but found that Ian was like he was on
steroids, charging straight at the fireball and smashing the terrifying‑looking fireball with a
single punch.
"A showpiece!"
Ian looked at his hand, which wasn't even burned, and was quite disappointed.
Another fireball came hurtling towards him, but Ian didn't even blink. He raised his hand
and punched away the weak and ineffective attack.
"Damn! Why didn't you say so earlier if you were so fierce!"
Madison was stunned by Ian's performance.
My jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"I told you not to run, not to run... Little punk, you really aren't very bright." Ian didn't
turn around, but instead grabbed the lamppost that the men in black were using their
minds to smash towards him.
Perfectly replicating the old father's actions.
Excellent.
It feels great that nothing went wrong.
"I can't control his mind!"
"Damn it! Who is this guy?!"
⋯⋯
It's still relativity.
While Ian remained calm, others always seemed to be in a hurry. The black‑clad
wizards panicked, unleashing a barrage of spells upon Ian. However, this only served to
demonstrate what true weakness meant.
"All that fancy stuff is no match for each person carrying an AK47."
Ian charged straight at them, braving the flames, lightning, and ice spikes, landing a
punch on each of them without sustaining any damage to his body despite being struck by
the magic.
They couldn't even gain experience for the [Berserker] class.
This truly showcased the charm of the control panel.
The clothes are slightly damaged.
The pants have a minor flaw.
Only the stockings on her face had turned to ash. "Bang bang bang~"
These mages had clearly chosen the wrong skills; they were physically weak. Ian
knocked them all unconscious with a single punch each, and then carefully picked up the
toad that led the black‑clad man.
My darling~
Ian noticed he had a "slow poisoning" debuff as soon as he held the magical toad in his
hand, and immediately became enamored with it.
He had just put it in his pocket and hadn't even figured out how to use it when he got
back.
"careful!"
Madison's hurried reminder reached Ian's ears, and he turned his head to see a car
being violently smashed towards him by a man in black using his telekinetic abilities.
Ian is not an old father.
He has no biofield.
So all he could do was put on a show of his iron head skills on the spot.
His head smashed right through the Japanese sedan.
"My God! You're just like Superman!"
Madison's eyes practically popped out of her head as she showered Ian with praise, as
if she were Rose Superman's first and perhaps only fan since his debut.
"Click, click~"
Ian tore apart the car that was trapping him, forcibly activated the super speed built
up by pure numerical values, and rushed forward to smash the black‑clad man who had
ambushed him to the ground.
This guy took three punches from Ian.
"The principle of not killing saved you." After finishing his work, Ian gestured to
Madison to tie up the group. He wanted to send them all to a gay bar before his father
found out.
Everyone says that you pick up dead women in bars.
Gay men in the metropolis should also experience the gifts of nature.
"So, the comics you draw are based on you? You're actually Superman!?" Madison's
imagination ran wild, and he instantly bestowed the title of Superman upon Ian.
She was incredibly obedient at this moment, tying up the group of men in black
without Ian's prompting. The precocious girl sitting next to him knew what Ian's favorite
centipede shape was.
"No, Homelander's inspiration came from my brother," Ian quickly corrected, trying to
salvage his image. No one had ever said that a comic couldn't come first and then the
author could discover the prototype.
"You didn't deny that you are Superman!" Madison was taken aback at first, then
frowned. "That's not right, Superman has been around for decades!"
"You don't age? Hmm~ I see. You've been hiding in high school as a student all this
time, no wonder no one discovered Superman's true identity!"
The blonde woman, now embroiled in a cold sweat, displayed her remarkable
reasoning skills. She felt she was gradually understanding everything and believed her
intelligence was still quite sharp in an emergency.
Have you been watching too much Twilight?
Ian glanced at his deskmate with surprise. He didn't want to betray his father, nor did
he dare to steal his father's account. He believed that one day he would have his own
legend.
metropolis.
The era of Rosé Superman will eventually arrive.
Ian has a plan. His older brother's grades aren't good, but his athletic ability is. If he
can't awaken his Kryptonian bloodline in the future, he can try his luck on the football field
and then become a senator.
If a popular hero helps out.
In addition, Ian stole the account of Trump and used his skills to borrow the "maga"
slogan as background.
What is this called?
This is called a hint from God!
Jonathan, the eldest brother from a traditional redneck family, could very well become the
president of America! That's the real way to protect the family secret!
"Why are you laughing so stupidly?" After Madison finished untying the group of people, he
found Ian laughing at a billboard with an ad for Luther to run for state legislator.
"It's nothing, I'm just worried about my family's future." Ian looked away and glanced
around. He was about to ask Madison to ask the male classmates where there were any
bars nearby.
Suddenly, everyone on the street collapsed to the ground. Cars started bumping into
each other, and Ian swiftly saved an eighty‑year‑old man, while a seventy‑year‑old "young
old man" on the other side of the street wasn't so lucky.
It collided head‑on with a car whose driver had lost control due to unconsciousness.
He collapsed and convulsed.
Bleeding ceaselessly.
"I can only save one more..." Ian said with some helplessness, but not with shame.
After all, he did save one person, and being the oldest meant that he would also receive the
most merit.
Respect the old and love the young.
A soul from the ancient East feels it can only truly enjoy the scoring system of its
hometown.
"You're Superman, how could you only save one person? You must be testing me on
purpose." Madison rushed forward and placed his hands on the injured man.
The old man instantly recovered, and even his age spots faded.
"Can't we have a little more trust?"
Madison didn't blame Ian, but she was utterly speechless at his distrust. From her
perspective, such speculation was actually quite normal.
After all, Superman's speed is enough to save everyone.
This is a consensus among people in the metropolis.
"I don't do that kind of Batman behavior!" Ian's anger meter in the lower right
corner was rising rapidly. He thought Madison's words were incredibly vulgar. How could
he possibly be playing dirty tricks like Batman?
"Fine, you little punk, not only did you lie to me that you don't understand magic, but
you also maliciously speculated about me. This won't be over until you treat me to KFC ten
times—and you have to treat me to KFC ten times, except on Thursdays!"
"If it's Thursday, you'll have to treat me twenty times."
Ian used the opportunity to blackmail him.
"..."
Madison is numb.
She then realized that Ian couldn't possibly be Superman.
"I did not lie to you."
He sighed helplessly.
Madison then began to speak candidly for the first time, saying, "I did go to audition
today, but then I realized something was wrong."
"The audition was held in a small church—not a Christian or Catholic church, but a
private church. When I got there, I felt like it was a cult."
She had figured out why Ian had joined a cult: "An old woman led me through some
tests and tried to trick me into joining her so‑called witch church."
Speaking of it.
Madison also looked visibly shaken.
"To be honest, I'm not stupid. Unlike those women who are always fooled by
mysterious things, I think those so‑called tests are just a kind of magic that I don't
understand."
"Traversing, X‑ray vision, fireballs, soul connection, telepathy... It's all very mysterious,
but I don't believe it." Madison covered his head, still finding it hard to accept this crazy
world.
"Witches? A witch cult? A test?" Ian was starting to stumble into his blind spot of
"prophecy," and he began to search for memories that matched this information.
It's normal not to think of that.
After all, he wasn't a true prophet.
Who could have read all the fantasy works before time travel? All Ian could do was use
probability to search among the characters and events in the DC universe that involved
magic.
Got nothing.
"It's awful. My super brain can't even work properly?" Ian refused to believe it. He
continued to push his brain, silently threatening it in his mind.
This is still useful.
I thought of a lot of things I hadn't thought of before.
however.
There was still no information related to Madison or any witch cult. "So, you mean
these people are actually witches?"
Ian looked at the men in suits scattered on the floor, his tone full of surprise. The only
useless knowledge he could recall was from a novel about a supernatural profession where
men could transform into women.
and so.
Who knows, maybe DC will also have female‑to‑male transformations?
"No, that's not it⋯ that church was full of women, the most quintessential women in
every sense of the word." Madison knew that Ian's thinking was likely to go astray.
So she emphasized that the witch was indeed just a witch.
"Then how did you get targeted by these people? Aren't you with the witch?" Ian
kicked the unconscious man in black, whose body was as soft as a slug.
No bones?
Just as Ian crouched down to take a look...
"No, no, no, we are not the same as witches. We are wizards—at least I am a wizard,
and they were wizards before they were corrupted and replaced by my imps."
A male voice, accompanied by an echo, suddenly rang out.
A crack appeared in the sky, and the man in black robes slowly descended. With each
meter he fell, a street lamp on the street would explode, a special entrance effect that
made Ian slightly envious.
"Nightclub vibe?"
Ian stared at her bare chest, somewhat amazed, "Little punk, I knew you'd run into
these kinds of people. You should go to clubs less often to avoid getting entangled with
them."
That was truly a profound and earnest piece of advice.
Madison was furious.
"Get lost! I'm still a virgin, that's my most valuable asset, okay? Who wastes that in
nightclubs?" Madison gritted her teeth and kicked Ian in the shin.
however.
How can a solid iron body without a bio‑force field be just a pretty face?
"Bah~"
Madison kicked him, only to fall flat on her backside. She became even angrier,
realizing her own aversion to stupidity had taken hold, and she should have known she
couldn't kick Ian.
"Depend on!"
Madison was so angry at his own stupidity that he let go, even throwing his expensive
bag to the ground. His face was full of doubt about life and reflection on whether he was
really smart or not.
"A mosquito just bit me."
Ian pretended not to see it.
My deskmate is definitely faking it.
The feeling of tears welling up in her eyes was so perfectly captured.
"????"
Madison was hit hard again.
"That's it? You want to eat KFC?!"
She gritted her teeth.
"Don't do that, I'm still trying to save you." Ian quickly looked at the landing man and
changed the subject, "You need some reason to hunt down my good friend Miss Madison,
right?"
It was an incredibly obvious rescue.
Hear the words.
Madison sighed and lay sprawled in the middle of the road.
It's ruined.
"The Supreme Witch wants to live another life in her body, which is not what I want to
see... There can only be one Supreme Witch in this world, and that is me."
The man was also very honest.
Put your hands behind your back.
It is very impressive.
Of course, the nightclub vibe was still very obvious—unrestrained, flippant, and with a
strong aura of a top nightclub star—Ian sniffed and wrinkled his nose.
He realized something was wrong.
"demon?"
Yes, Ian's super nose caught the familiar scent.
"clever."
The man smiled crookedly.
It looks much more natural than Ian's Dragon King smile.
"What!? A demon!?" Madison, who had been lying flat, propped her head up again, her
face full of horror—today was definitely another unlucky day for her. She hadn't recovered
from the shock of magic and witches yet, and now she had encountered something even
more frightening. The blonde girl just wanted to faint as soon as possible.
She could accept that Ian had taken her in after she was dead. It wasn't a bad deal
anyway; she could go around telling everyone she'd slept with Superman when she got to
Hollywood. Wasn't that more cost‑effective than those prostitutes sleeping with directors?
"I am the son of the Demon King, the future King of the World." The man spoke proudly,
staring at Ian, his voice becoming deep and resonant as if imbued with some kind of power.
"Now, submit to me."
There might really be some magic in his words.
I saw.
Madison, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up and knelt down facing the man
in black robes, her pretty face filled with terror and disbelief.
"How is this going!"
Madison was horrified, his voice trembling.
"It is in accordance with the will of Heaven."
The black‑robed man opened his mouth at the twentieth.
"You also like to talk about destiny?"
Ian was extremely surprised.
He was not affected by the other party's words.
In this regard.
The man in black robes was also quite surprised, but he wasn't angry. Not everyone is
as easily angered as Ian. "This is a divine decree, and mortals cannot disobey it."
"However, it seems you have a very special body."
talking.
The man looked around. The messy street was littered with scattered metal debris, all
of which had been used to attack Ian and then destroyed by him.
"Don't blame me, it's all your underlings' fault." Ian firmly believed that he had acted
in an emergency, which was very important, and he also needed to remember that America
hadn't acted in an emergency.
Combining it with other techniques is really useful when you're in a lawsuit.
"Little brothers? They are not qualified to be my little brothers—they are just a bunch
of little devils from hell. If I get your body, I will no longer need their assistance."
The man in the black robe first glanced disdainfully at the men in black bound on the
ground, then looked up at Ian with greed in his eyes, as if he had an intention to possess
Ian.
"That's probably not possible."
Ian declined.
"Heh, I don't need your consent. I'm going to take your body. I'll replace you in this
world, and no one will remember what happened today."
The man in the black robe exuded confidence. He pointed to the unconscious crowd
scattered on the ground. Clearly, this was all his doing; perhaps he had been watching Ian's
battle from the very beginning.
And the reason for doing this.
Of course, the goal is to possess Ian without anyone noticing.
"Superman, he's so disrespectful to you, go get him." Madison lay back down and
patted Ian's calf very lightly, as if afraid of hurting his own hand.
"He's not some superhero, just an imposter," the man in the black robe sneered. He
thought he had exposed Ian's vanity and planned to continue putting psychological
pressure on him.
This was intended to break down Ian's psychological defenses, making it easier for him
to possess Ian later. It has to be said, the plan was brilliant, but unfortunately, he didn't
seem to have done any thorough background checks.
"You're right, I'm not Superman." Ian showed no sign of being on guard. As the
man in the black robe frowned, he also glanced around at the men in black on the ground.
"So you mean to say that the help I got by selling my body was meaningless, not only
because the cameras were useless, but also because no witnesses could remember what
happened?"
"Even you are demons? Not human?"
Ian's emotional turmoil stemmed from frustration.
He gritted his teeth.
The man in the black robe was completely bewildered.
"Yes."
This man, who called himself the son of hell, didn't quite understand Ian's attitude.
However, he still nodded in response.
next moment.
The man in the black robe saw that Ian's face was visibly flushed and red, and his body
was trembling. He smirked, about to point out that the other man would disappear silently
and without a trace to increase the other man's fear.
however.
"I'll go to 8 am! I'll go to 8 am! Twenty times! Fifty times!" The boy, suddenly enraged,
interrupted the black‑robed man's plan. He only saw the man's eyes begin to gleam with
golden light.
"If you had told me earlier, I would have gone all out!" Two intense gazes erupted
without warning; Ian, furious, was truly going all out.
Under the glare of Madison, who had just sat up with her eyes practically popping out
of their sockets, a surging golden beam blasted the still‑unresponsive wizard away.
"I know! It's heat rays! A golden color! Golden Superman!" Madison's exclamation was
mixed with the sound of the black‑robed man being blasted away crashing into the mall.
The heat ray is indeed powerful. It either penetrates directly and causes damage, or it
knocks back those it can't penetrate. The imposing Son of Hell smashed the three‑story
shopping mall to pieces.
The roar of the collapsing rubble and steel bars was very loud.
"Hey little punk, show me some respect. I'm on the toilet now, I'm the boss." Ian really
knew what it meant to be on the toilet; he even had to give a warning when praising his
best friend.
Not to mention the demon that had just attacked him.
"Wow~"
Maintaining the release of heat rays, Ian walked towards the ruins of the mall,
grabbing two bound men in black and crushing their empty heads.
There's really no brain in there.
It was full of maggots.
"He's definitely not human!"
Ian didn't kill all the demons. These little devils were only the lowest‑level demons,
and while they couldn't be sacrificed to his adoptive father, he thought they could be used
as a gas station and dumping ground for nourishing himself.
"I'm so angry! I did everything I could, and you said I was just being too smart and
overthinking things!" Ian got angrier and angrier, and the heat rays in his eyes suddenly
brightened.
The golden light almost solidified, scorching the dust in the air until it smelled burnt—
the Berserker's passively enhanced physical attributes also affect the skill effects of other
classes.
After all, physical fitness isn't something that can be calculated separately.
"Damn it! What kind of trick is this! It's not Superman's heat ray!" The Son of Hell
howled in the ruins, his body covered with charred and blackened blood vessels.
but.
Thanks to his timely defense, he was not blasted apart by Ian, but the black mist that
gathered on his arm to block it did not seem to last long.
"That's it? That's it?"
Ian strode closer, each step cracking the ground.
"Supreme Wizard? Trash!" He grabbed the man, who was unable to do anything else,
and lifted him up by the throat.
The man in the black robe was lifted off the ground, his black mist surging wildly, yet
he couldn't break free from Ian's iron grip. He was even horrified to discover that his black
mist couldn't even harm Ian.
"What exactly are you?!"
His voice was distorted with fear.
"It's definitely not the Wizard Supreme, right? What a piece of trash." Ian was always
good at maintaining relationships with the big shots, and he was just about to reveal that
he was a disciple of the Wizard Supreme, Tony.
Sudden.
A book fell from the struggling man's black robe. The book's cover was made of the
skin of some kind of creature, covered with fine scales that shimmered with an eerie bluish
gray luster in the sunlight. Several lifelike black tentacles writhed restlessly around the
spine, and there were even characters on it that Ian couldn't understand.
"What is this?"
Ian likes to pick up things.
So he first threw the man in black robes aside, then stepped on him as he crawled, and
immediately bent down to pick up the strange book on the ground.
And the moment Ian's fingertips touched that eerie book.
The whole book suddenly started convulsing wildly, like a sock being thrown into a
washing machine.
The scales on the cover "whoosh" off, revealing a pink Hello Kitty sticker underneath,
and the tendrils wrapped around the spine "pat‑pat" off to the ground, turning into clumps
of colorful modeling clay.
Cartoon clouds and rainbow graffiti appeared on the edges of the pages, and in the
very center of the cover, the grotesque demon relief had twisted into a round, yellow
smiley face.
A surging, murky, yet continuously boiling light gray substance spread around the
smiling face. The text on the cover also changed, coalescing into six distorted large
characters.
It looks just like a child's doodle.
Ian's Magic Book
Ian found that he understood it immediately.
He blinked.
"This book even knows how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune?" Ian was
quite surprised by this sudden change, while the black‑robed man under his feet only
glanced up.
The next moment, he froze completely, stopped struggling, as if he had seen
something extremely terrifying. He began to tremble all over, and his face was distorted
beyond recognition.
"No, no! It's mine! It's mine!" The black‑robed man's voice was extremely shrill, filled
with a terrified roar, and his voice echoed throughout the entire street.
"I can't feel it anymore! I can't feel it anymore! This... no, this shouldn't be..." The
black‑robed man, who was originally arrogant and proud of his status as the son of hell,
looked desperate.
"what happened?"
Ian flipped through the book in his hand.
Inside was a blank page filled with slightly yellowed paper.
Why didn't I feel it?
Ian frowned.
I feel like I've been tricked.
however.
The man in the black robe did not seem inclined to answer him.
This guy is just trembling.
"How could you be a demon... How could you be a demon superior to me..."
Sometimes, a broken life becomes a complete broken record.
At this moment, this is exactly what the black‑robed demon is like.
He was truly and utterly devastated, utterly hopeless.
I don't even dare to think about it.
As the child of the King of Hell.
What kind of demon could be superior to me?
There was traffic on my way home today