SUP Chapter 96: Gaining Talent Again, Imprisoning a God! (Part Two)

A translucent soul broke free from the corpse, shaped like a twisted monster with extremely ugly wings. Just as it was about to fly away, it was grabbed by Ian who had been expecting this.

"How is this possible?!"

The soul let out piercing screams.

"I shouldn't exist in this world anymore!"

He was completely puzzled.

Amidst frantic roars, Ian had already taken out that ancient pendant. Behold, the Hell's Son's soul was indeed extraordinary. Death Knight finally responded once again to this shameless devotee of His.

"Whoosh~"

The demon god's son's soul was sucked into the pendant. The pendant's surface showed fine blood-colored patterns, pulsing like blood vessels. After a moment, it gave Ian feedback of Death Knight's gift.

Behold, A familiar crystal was spit out by the pendant.

"It was my foster father who grabbed the demon's soul to play with. This is just the reward he selected from his desserts to give me." Ian grabbed the crystal in mid-air.

Familiar deliciousness, it always had that amazing texture that made people marvel.

Power immediately filled Ian's entire body.

[Name: Ian Kent]

[Ordinary Professions: Student lv7 (586/640) Writer lv1 (7/10)]

[Extraordinary Professions: Berserker LV4 (69/80) Savage Tyrant lv3 (7/40)]

[World Recognition: Independent NPC]

[Talent Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity]

[Professional Skills: Healing Frenzy, Iron Body, Solar Eyes]

[Professional Skill Points: Berserker (3) Savage Tyrant (1)]

[General Skills: Ian Kent Defense Technique (Beginner) Learning (Elite)]

[General Skill Points: 7]

[Strength: 23-26]

[Constitution: 44-44.3]

[Intelligence: 3.3-3.5]

[Spirit: 7.9-21]

...

Still that familiar feeling, still focusing on mental attribute improvement. It had to be said, perhaps the title Hell's Son indeed had some value.

This mental attribute improvement was much more significant than what the demon god's avatar brought!

Far exceeding Ian's expectations!

"I've become stronger again! But I still haven't gone bald!" Ian subconsciously touched his head, indeed no hair loss. He could feel his eyes becoming even more powerful.

Even the slight temporary vision decline from continuously using golden rays earlier was immediately restored, not even requiring Ian to use the fat-consuming "Healing Frenzy" skill.

Not only could he use skills for significantly longer periods.

[Solar Eyes: Eyes can release high-intensity laser beams. Continuous use causes temporary vision decline. Laser beam intensity depends on user's mental attributes.] Even using this skill's effect had definitely received epic-level enhancement. Rounding up, it could be considered three times the previous intensity.

"Pity, I have no use for it." Ian looked somewhat regretfully at the completely decayed corpse hanging upside down, fully displaying demonic characteristics.

The attribute improvement wasn't the only benefit brought by this Hell's Son's soul. After checking his personal panel, Ian also immediately discovered changes in his long status bar.

[Limbo Walker]

This was obviously an additional reward Ian gained from sacrificing the Hell's Son to Death Knight.

Listed alongside [Death Rider's Devotee].

"So there could be such benefits! Worthy of my generous foster father!" Ian hadn't inherited his father's heat vision through the void, but his eyes indeed had a tiny bit of red now.

Just a Hell's Son already brought additional rewards. What if he caught Hell's Son's father and other demon gods from hell to sacrifice, how wonderful would that be!

He didn't dare think about it!

Thinking too much made Ian afraid he'd drill straight into hell!

He could really drill in now!

As long as he found a gate leading to hell!

[Limbo Walker: You can traverse freely between the human world and hell without cost.] Yes, this was the brief introduction of this rare positive buff on Ian.

Short words also meant big things.

As for who it was big things for, that was a matter of different perspectives.

Anyway, Ian was now genuinely grateful to his foster father, deciding to set up several tables of KFC every year on the day he and his foster father met, as tribute for his foster father to smell.

"Luck is truly with me."

Ian was in an excellent mood. He carried the fuel bucket in one hand and the corpse that had begun twisting back to demonic form in the other, just about to call Madison to leave.

Unexpectedly, Madison had already finished her selfies and came running over cheerfully.

"Ian, did you join some weird organization? Freak Association? Why would there be a garbled phone number noted as 'Gotham Freak' sending you messages?"

"He told you to quickly send the remaining manuscripts using the agreed method. I wasn't trying to peek at your messages, but I happened to see it when the message came through."

Madison defended her already scarce integrity.

"Read fewer Japanese manga." Ian looked up at the sky. With his now excellent vision, he could see birds in the sky but hadn't yet reached the level of seeing satellites above.

"Gotham Freak must be reminding me to run quickly. It can't be that the manuscripts he took back were stolen again, right?" Ian quickly surveyed the surroundings.

He pondered slightly in his mind.

He temporarily put down the series of materials in his hands, pulled out two little demons from the bound demon gang, and without another word directly twisted the necks of these two little demons.

"Did you switch personalities again?"

Madison watched Ian's decisive methods and blinked.

"Scram."

Ian felt Madison always cursed so filthily. He didn't really have multiple personalities. Rather, toward demons, normal people would probably be as merciless as him.

"Watch carefully, study well. This is wisdom." Ian calculated the position and placed the two little demons in the middle of the ruins, arranging them to look like they killed each other.

Someone had to pay for this area's tragic situation, right? For the instigators, Ian was willing to hand over two. He was really considering Metropolis officials.

"Benevolent person! I truly live up to this name!" Ian grabbed his series of harvested materials and ran off with the bucket, not even letting Madison, who was still using Ian's phone for photo editing, catch his exhaust.

"Wait for me!"

Madison wasn't stupid either.

Knowing what she'd face staying here, she quickly jogged to catch up with Ian. The two came to the outside of the previous restaurant, where surrounding people were all collapsed on the ground.

"This must be that demon messing around with my magic book." Ian looked up thoughtfully at the sky, not spotting any Seven Wolves figures. Even Superman hadn't detected the anomaly in this block, which showed the magic book now tucked in his waistband really wasn't simple.

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

Madison's thinking was sometimes really stubborn.

That was right too.

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

"He's a time assassin. You don't understand. He stole my current magic book from the past." Ian's twisted logic always had explanations. Madison felt she learned new principles again.

"Oh." She replied.

Watching Ian open a Dodge Hellcat's hood and pull out three pitch-black black people from the engine compartment, Madison was only surprised that Ian actually had a car. The sunset's afterglow dyed the parking lot orange-red. The Hellcat's black paint reflected an eerie metallic luster under the light.

"You actually have a car? And such a high-level new car?" Madison circled the car body. Her thinking sometimes jumped even more than Ian's.

"You're this rich, yet you only bought me one orange when buying oranges!?"

Madison still held the late orange. After all, it was an orange she worked hard to wait for, much more valued than bought ones, even though this orange looked spoiled.

"Most importantly, this orange has grown green fuzz!"

Madison waved the orange in front of Ian.

"Bullshit! I just bought this orange yesterday!" Ian glanced at it. The orange indeed seemed to have some green fuzz. "This is fruit bloom. You definitely haven't eaten blueberries."

He could always find new excuses.

However, this time he couldn't fool Madison.

"You're the one bullshitting! What fruit bloom do oranges have... If it's really fruit bloom, eat a bite and show me." Girls who love eating fruit still had plenty of common sense in this area.

"You touched it, I won't eat it."

Ian stuffed all the demons into the trunk. Normally the trunk couldn't fit, but his little car was unusual. The trunk could fit however much you wanted to stuff in.

"Do you know your arm is bleeding?" Ian saw Madison just standing there with blood dripping at her feet, suspecting this girl deliberately self-harmed for better photo effects.

Some people were capable of such things.

"I accidentally got scratched by a streetlight... Damn, I clearly licked it several times." Madison couldn't stand Ian's suspicion and somewhat belatedly covered her wound.

"It's fine, I have band-aids."

Ian opened the passenger door and took out his remaining sanitary pads from inside.

"No, can this stop bleeding?" Madison questioned, her expression extremely bewildered. She didn't even understand why Ian's car would have such things.

"This is overnight style, super absorbent. I've tried it." Ian answered seriously and helped tear open the "band-aid." This action made Madison feel her deskmate was both perverted and thoughtful.

"I'll do it myself."

After weighing for a moment, Madison chose to refuse and licked her wound a couple more times. This time, her witch ability that worked sometimes worked, and sometimes didn't functioned.

The wound healed rapidly.

Even faster than Ian's low-level healing skill.

"Pity."

Ian looked at the opened sanitary pad in his hand. With a thrifty spirit, he stuffed it back into the packaging and handed the entire package to Madison.

"Use it when your time comes this month, then you'll know I wasn't lying."

Ian still wanted to prove he hadn't lied.

"..."

Madison was directly silenced.

"Oh, and these. I estimate I won't need them. I bought too many when treating my pet's bleeding before." Ian stuffed the remaining dozens of sanitary pad packages to Madison.

"No, what is this???" Looking at the cleaning supplies she couldn't even hold, Madison really wanted to ask if Ian's pet was a female elephant!

"Oh, this is my pet, also my car entertainment system." To prove he wasn't a pervert, Ian took out the demon head from his backpack.

The bull-headed demon's status in Ian's heart rose with its usefulness.

"This is also a demon?"

Madison carefully asked, afraid of exposing her lack of knowledge.

"Mm."

Ian answered while stopping the orange cat that wanted to escape. Watching Ian use his armpit to clamp a sleeping demon head, Madison opened and closed her mouth for a long time without managing to comment.

"Oh, this already crazy world. I better hurry home and have nightmares to calm down." Madison scratched her hair and was about to squeeze into the passenger seat. However, she had barely poked her head in when Ian grabbed her out and threw her into the back seat like a helpless kitten.

"Were you just about to stuff me in the trunk too?" The blonde girl with messy hair was confused, holding the orange cat that had been thrown into the car by Ian in the same manner shortly before.

"Sorry, force of habit."

Ian would apologize when apologies were due. He carried the fuel bucket to the Hellcat's side and began pouring the high-grade demon blood into the Hellcat's gas tank.

It had to be said.

High-grade fuel was different. The Hellcat made satisfied "gurgling" sounds.

The patterns on the car's surface began to writhe and change, revealing ancient mysterious runes.

"This pure blood! You slaughtered a Demon King's son?!" The demon head also stopped pretending to be dead. In Ian's armpit, it had already sensed the aura of the slain high-level demon.

It was precisely because of inner trembling that it chose to play dead directly.

"It's fine, you have some too. Eat it all before I get home. If my mom discovers even a drop of blood, you're dead." Ian threw his abyssal magic bucket into the trunk.

He had his own plans.

"Ian's Magic Book" sounded quite nice, but Ian didn't intend to actually provide magical power himself, so he needed this demon with only a head left to become stronger.

Ian, who remembered how troublesome DC magic was, had sufficient caution.

And the bull-headed demon obviously didn't.

"Don't worry! I'm best at destroying evidence! Look at this! This pure demon flesh and blood! And the lingering essence of a Demon King's son! I feel my rank is about to advance!"

The bull head was thrown into the trunk and immediately became extremely excited, starting to devour frantically, not realizing Ian's scheme at all. That was normal too. There was obviously a reason it had a bull head instead of a smarter one.

"Eat up, eat up, eat more, become stronger!"

Ian was also extremely happy. At this moment, he had already thought about what great magic he would have this demon help him provide magical power for, then display his shocking talent to create.

That would definitely be truly great!

"Um..." Madison knocked on the window at this time. "Ian, your car caught fire. Do I really not need to get out? I feel the color of the fire it's burning isn't quite right."

Madison held the cat, trying to make herself appear like she had seen a lot of the world.

"Hellcats naturally breathe hell fire. That's normal." Ian patiently explained, so the fuss-making Madison suddenly understood and once again felt knowledge growing.

She felt she was actually quite capable of learning too.

She just hadn't learned the right knowledge in school before.

Seeing Madison's attitude, Ian also quite approved of people who humbly accepted teaching.

"Don't worry, little gangster girl. Although your power level isn't high, as long as you peacefully be my accessory, when I die, I'll leave this car to you."

"Oh right, and the Supreme Sorcerer position my mentor Tony Stark passed to me, it'll all be yours. Sounds much better than some Supreme Witch."

"You just need to shave your head bald, guaranteed to become stronger."

Ian felt his PUA techniques were becoming more and more skilled.

Madison couldn't fight but she looked like a super healer.

Even if he didn't need it himself, he had to recruit her into the team.

"Um... let's forget the bald head... From your tone, how do I feel like you're very confident you'll definitely die after me?" Madison still knew Ian quite well.

"Nonsense!"

Lies won't hurt people.

But the truth would definitely make certain people slam the passenger door very loudly.

"No way! How is it driving by itself! Holy crap!!" Even trying hard to hide her big-breasted brainlessness, Madison was still startled by the instantly accelerating Hellcat.

"This is a new energy vehicle, of course it drives itself." Ian didn't turn around. His answer made Madison gain more knowledge, and after swallowing nervously, she seriously noted down this knowledge point.

Perhaps having drunk too much, the Hellcat was playing very upbeat music.

"Stop playing music, I'm thinking." Ian manually turned off the Hellcat's radio. He was looking at the compass in his hand, Lady Death's compass still pointed toward an unknown direction.

It wasn't pointing to the heavy magic book in Ian's hand.

"It's not this one then."

Ian touched his chin, unable to figure out what Lady Death wanted him to find. At this time, Madison discovered the Hellcat was running faster and faster, then directly took off, and became extremely nervous.

She held the cat in her arms tightly. To change the topic, she began chatting with Ian. "I think your previous ancestor persona actually wasn't arrogant enough."

"Need to add a bit of crude feeling." Madison's tone was certain. The thing that could relax this green tea girl the most was naturally related to her beloved career.

Ian, who had been thinking, immediately became interested. "Hm? That demon died, but I still haven't asked his name. Wasn't my performance crude enough?"

He felt he was already very crude.

"Not enough. Your comic characters are the same, they all lack real recklessness." Madison's voice was decisive. Deskmates indeed influenced each other this way.

"Maybe you're right. He mocked me so much, yet I didn't feel my moral bottom line dropping at all, seems I still have too high personal standards." Ian was reflecting.

He looked at his "Perfect Divinity" negative buff thoughtfully.

The toad was moving.

He hammered the toad.

The car gradually flew away.

About ten-plus minutes later.

The unconscious crowds on the street began to wake up successively.

People looked around bewildered. Some tried to call police but found their phones missing. In the chaos, a woman wearing a black veil appeared silently at the fast food restaurant entrance.

"Something seems to have happened on that street over there." A server rubbing his temples walked forward. "Sorry, customer, we may need to temporarily close today."

"Everyone was unconscious. The military might have been experimenting with poison gas on civilians. Such behavior is simply unconscionable..." This server also seemed to be a conspiracy theorist.

To this, the veiled woman wasn't interested.

She just raised her pale finger and pressed it to the server's temple. The next moment, the server's eyes immediately became vacant, as if his memory was being read.

"Hm?"

After a moment, the woman withdrew her finger.

She quickly closed her eyes and used some ability, everyone in the restaurant showed vacant expressions. During the memory reading, this woman's expression under the veil became extremely grave.

"This can't be possible!"

A cry of alarm.

When the server came to his senses, the woman had already disappeared. Five minutes later, in a dark alley, the mysteriously disappeared veiled woman took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Mother, I..."

She told the person on the other end of the phone the absurd information she had pieced together after another investigation. It was indeed absurd enough that the person on the other end was directly silent for a long time.

"You mean to say, our backup witch hired a powerful exorcist with eight hundred dollars, and resolved a Demon King's son before any of us could react?"

"And this human wasn't devoured by that book?" The old, hoarse voice sounded very strange. If it weren't her daughter calling, she would definitely think the other party was mocking her.

How to put it, it was normal for this old voice to have such thoughts. After all, the situation described by the veiled woman sounded abnormal to anyone with normal logical thinking.

How to describe it?

It was like street gang warfare where one side found Darkseid as their enforcer, that absurd.

The veiled woman tried hard to explain to her mother that she had repeatedly confirmed everything.

She was panicking, no one understood the woman on the other end of the phone better than she did.

The Supreme Witch.

Was a terrifying existence that even she, as a daughter, greatly feared.

"Don't be nervous, my child. Come back first... I naturally believe you. After all, there are many things in this world that can't be explained but truly happen before our eyes."

The Supreme Witch's voice quickly calmed after the initial emotional fluctuation.

"Yes, mother."

After breathing a sigh of relief, the veiled woman's pale fingers gently brushed the ancient brick wall. With an almost inaudible soft sound, her figure vanished from the spot like erased chalk drawing.

This was the teleportation magic from the Seven Wonders the demon had mentioned.

When she appeared again, the veiled woman was already standing under the stained glass of a Gothic church.

Several witch apprentices were polishing candlesticks. Seeing the veiled woman, they immediately bowed respectfully.

"Principal Fox."

These witch apprentices were extremely respectful.

"Good afternoon."

The veiled woman Cordelia Fox gave a perfunctory response. Her robe brushed past the cold marble floor as she quickly walked toward her office.

However, she didn't enter the office.

Instead, she stopped in the empty hallway, in front of the damaged statue of the Virgin Mary. Cordelia pressed her palm against it, and the statue made a deep rumbling sound as it slowly moved aside.

Behind the statue was a secret passage.

It was a deep spiral staircase. The damp, moldy smell mixed with herbal scents hit her face.

"I hope mother hasn't acted yet." Cordelia lifted her skirt and walked down the stairs step by step. The candle flames automatically ignited with blue-green fire as she passed.

In the center of the basement.

A hunched figure was facing away from the entrance.

"Mother."

Cordelia called softly.

She was cautious in her attitude.

"Wait until I finish thinking. I want to examine your memories." Supreme Witch Fiona's voice was hoarse, carrying some weakness. She didn't turn around but continued gazing at the enormous glass sphere before her.

The sphere was filled with dark, viscous liquid. Occasionally blue light points swam within it, like trapped fireflies, as pitiful as the unconscious man bound inside. It was a pale, thin man with long, disheveled hair, curled in a fetal position.

"This fallen god... how should I seize his supreme power?" The Supreme Witch murmured softly, seeming to contemplate the same question every day.

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