What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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The Son of Hell already gets extra rewards, so how wonderful would it be if we could capture the Son of Hell's father and all the other demons in Hell and offer them as sacrifices!

OK!

Ian was so worried about overthinking that he was afraid he was heading straight for hell!

He's really good at drilling now!

All you need to do is find the gate to hell!

[The Infernal Walker: You are exempt from the cost and can freely travel between the human world and hell.] Yes, this is a brief description of the rare positive buff on Ian.

The words are short.

This means it's a big deal.

But whether it's more important to someone is a matter of opinion.

Anyway, Ian is now genuinely grateful to his godfather and has decided that every year on the day he meets his godfather, he will set up several tables of KFC as offerings for his godfather to smell.

"Luck has truly been on my side."

Ian was in high spirits. He was carrying a fuel canister in one hand and a corpse that was beginning to twist back into its demonic form in the other. He was just about to call out to Madison that they could leave.

Unexpectedly, Madison had already finished taking a selfie and came running over excitedly.

"Ian, have you joined some weird organization? The Monster Association? Why are you getting messages from random numbers labeled 'Gotham Monster'?"

"He told you to send him the rest of the manuscript as soon as possible, in the way we agreed—it's not that I wanted to spy on you, it's just that I happened to see the message when it was sent."

Madison offered a defense of his already limited integrity.

Meaningless.

"Read less Japanese comics." Ian looked up at the sky. His eyesight was already excellent; he could see birds flying in the sky, but he hadn't yet reached the point where he could see satellites in the sky.

"The Gotham Freak must be telling me to slip away quickly. It can't be that the manuscript he took back was stolen again, can it?" Ian quickly looked around.

He pondered for a moment.

immediately.

He temporarily put down the series of materials in his hand, pulled out two little devils from the bound demon gang, and without saying a word, snapped their necks.

"Have you switched personalities again?"

Madison blinked as she saw Ian's decisive action.

"roll."

Ian thought Madison's foul language was so offensive, but he didn't actually have a split personality. Rather, most normal people would feel the same lack of pity for demons as he did.

“Watch closely, learn well, that is wisdom.” Ian calculated the location and placed the two little devils in the middle of the ruins, arranging them in a posture that suggested they were fighting each other.

Someone has to pay for the terrible situation in this region, right? As for the instigator, Ian is willing to hand over two of them, which really shows that he is considering the interests of the officials in Metropolis.

"A kind man! I truly live up to my name!" Ian grabbed the bunch of materials he had gathered, picked up the bucket, and ran off. Madison, who was still editing photos on Ian's phone, didn't even get a taste of his tail.

"Wait for me!"

Madison wasn't stupid either.

Knowing what staying here would mean, he quickly jogged to catch up with Ian—the two arrived outside the restaurant where everyone around them was unconscious on the ground.

"This must be some trick by that demon, misusing my spellbook." Ian looked up at the sky thoughtfully, but didn't see the Seven Wolves. Even Superman hadn't noticed anything unusual about this neighborhood, so it was clear that the spellbook he was carrying in his belt was no ordinary thing.

"Isn't that the magic book you stole?"

Madison's thinking can sometimes be a bit stubborn.

Right.

If she weren't so stubborn, she wouldn't have waited so long on the playground yesterday.

“He’s a time assassin. You don’t understand. He stole my magic book from the past.” Ian’s twisted logic always made sense, and Madison felt he had learned something new.

"Oh."

she replied.

As Ian opened the hood of a Dodge Hellcat and pulled out three black men, Madison was only surprised that Ian actually had a car. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the parking lot orange-red, and the Hellcat's black paint gleamed with an eerie metallic sheen in the light.

"You actually own a car? And a brand new one of this caliber?" Madison circled the car, her thoughts sometimes jumping around even more wildly than Ian's.

"You're so rich, yet you only bought me one orange!?"

Madison was still carrying the belated oranges. After all, they were oranges she had waited for, and they were much more valued than oranges that she had paid for, even though the oranges looked spoiled.

"Yes! The most important thing is that these oranges are all covered in green mold!"

Madison pulled out an orange and waved it in front of Ian.

"Bullshit! I just bought these oranges yesterday!" Ian glanced at them, and it seemed that there were indeed some green fuzz on the oranges. "That's fruit bloom. You've definitely never eaten blueberries before."

He can always find a new excuse.

however.

This time, however, did not fool Madison.

"You're talking nonsense! Oranges don't have any fruit whitening... If it really is fruit whitening, then take a bite and show me." Girls love to eat fruit, so they have quite a bit of common sense about this.

"I won't eat what you've touched."

Ian stuffed all the demons into the trunk—normal trunks can't hold them all, but his car was different; he could fit as many as he wanted in the trunk.

"Do you know your arm is bleeding?" Ian saw Madison standing there with a pool of blood dripping from her feet, and she suspected that the girl was deliberately hurting herself to get better photos.

Some people are just capable of doing things like this.

"I accidentally got scratched by a streetlamp... Damn, I definitely licked it a few times." Madison couldn't stand Ian's suspicion, and belatedly covered her wound.

"It's okay, I have a band-aid."

Ian opened the passenger door and took out his leftover sanitary napkins.

"No, will this stop the bleeding?" Madison questioned, looking completely bewildered. She couldn't even understand why Ian would have something like this in his car.

“This is the nighttime version, it’s incredibly absorbent, I’ve tried it.” Ian answered seriously, even helping to remove the “band-aid.” Madison felt that his deskmate was both perverted and considerate.

"I'll do it myself."

Madison hesitated for a moment, then chose to refuse, licking her wound a couple more times—this time, her unreliable witch powers actually worked.

The wound healed rapidly.

It's even faster than Ian's low-level self-healing ability.

"pity."

Ian looked at the sanitary napkin in his hand, which had already been opened, and in the spirit of thrift, he stuffed it back into the packaging bag, and then gave the whole bag to Madison.

“Use it when the time is right this month, and then you’ll know I wasn’t wrong.” Ian still wanted to prove he wasn’t lying.

"..."

Madison was rendered speechless.

“Oh, there are these too. I don’t think I’ll need them. I bought too many when I was stopping my pet’s bleeding.” Ian handed the remaining dozens of packs of sanitary napkins to Madison.

"Wait, what are you doing???" Looking at the cleaning supplies that he couldn't even fit in his hands, Madison really wanted to ask Ian if his pet was a female elephant!

“Oh, this is my pet, and also my in-car entertainment system.” To prove he wasn’t a pervert, Ian even took out a demon head from his bag.

The Minotaur's status in Ian's heart is rising along with its influence.

"This is also a demon?"

Madison spoke cautiously, afraid of revealing his lack of knowledge.

"Ah."

As Ian answered, he stopped the orange cat from escaping. Madison, watching Ian tuck a feigning-sleeping demon's head under his armpit, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single comment for a long time.

"Oh, this world has gone mad. I'd better go home and have some nightmares to calm down." Madison scratched her hair and tried to climb into the passenger seat. However, she had barely poked her head in when Ian grabbed her and tossed her into the back like a helpless kitten.

"Were you trying to put me in the trunk too?" The blonde girl with messy hair was stunned. She hugged the orange cat that Ian had thrown into the car in the same way not long before her.

"Sorry, it was just a fluke."

Ian will apologize when necessary. He picked up the fuel canister and went to the side of the Hellcat, beginning to pour high-grade demon blood into the Hellcat's fuel tank.

have to say.

Premium fuel really makes a difference. The Hellcat purred contentedly, and the patterns on its body began to writhe and change, revealing ancient, mysterious runes.

"This pure blood! You killed a demon king's son?!" The demon head stopped pretending to be dead; it had actually sensed the aura of the slain high demon long ago, under Ian's armpit.

It's because my heart is trembling.

It will then choose to play dead.

“It’s okay, you have some too. Eat them all before I get home. If my mom finds out even a drop of blood, you’re dead.” Ian threw his Abyss Barrel into the trunk.

He has his own ideas.

【Ian’s Spellbook】sounds pretty good, but Ian doesn’t intend to actually provide magic himself, so he needs this demon, who’s only left with a head, to become stronger.

Ian, mindful of how problematic DC magic can be, was far too cautious.

The Minotaur obviously didn't have that.

"Don't worry! I'm an expert at destroying evidence! Look! This pure demon flesh and blood! And the lingering aura of the Demon King's son! I feel my rank is about to be elevated!"

Once the bull's head was thrown into the trunk, it immediately became extremely excited and began to devour it frantically, completely unaware of Ian's intentions. This is understandable; there's clearly a reason why it would be sporting a bull's head instead of a more intelligent one.

"Eat up, eat up, eat more, and get stronger!"

Ian was overjoyed. At this moment, he had already envisioned how he would have this demon provide him with magic power, and then use his extraordinary talent to create some great magic.

That is absolutely true greatness!

“Um…” Madison knocked on the window at this moment, “Ian, your car is on fire, do I really not need to get out? I feel that the color of the fire is a bit strange.”

Madison is holding a cat.

Try to make yourself appear as if you've seen a lot of the world.

“Of course a hellcat breathes hellfire, that’s normal,” Ian explained patiently. Madison, who had been making a fuss, suddenly understood and felt his knowledge grow once again.