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

The black-robed demon could hardly imagine.

What level of terrifying hell demon could instantly erase his demon mark and claim that extremely powerful divine artifact as his own in just a moment?

"Hell King... you must be a Hell King..." The black-robed demon's inner fear continued to grow, his muttering words perhaps seeming like praise to a demon.

However, who told Ian he wasn't a demon?

In his view, Hell was full of things claiming to be Hell Kings everywhere.

This title was ridiculously cheap.

It wasn't even as good as when the bull-headed demon cursed him as a dimensional demon lord.

"I'm your daddy!" Ian said nothing more and grabbed the opponent again for two more punches. His blurted curse, after careful consideration, made him feel somewhat strange.

Wasn't this just cursing himself again?

The ancestor persona was really hard to get into. It seemed he had to blame Batman's armor again. After wearing it, Ian became somewhat ruthless even when cursing himself.

"Puh~"

The black-robed demon was beaten by Ian until he vomited blood continuously. Ian felt heartbroken and directly covered the opponent's mouth with his hand, preventing this guy from wasting his extremely precious high-grade fuel.

The bull-headed demon was just a small fry from hell, yet the hell blood he possessed could let the hell cat gallop across the earth. If he used the blood of a son of hell, wouldn't that take Ian straight to heaven!

Going to the moon to verify whether Armstrong had planted the Stars and Stripes wasn't impossible!

"Don't spit anymore, I'll hit you lighter next time..." Ian tried to soothe the opponent's emotions, but his sudden gentleness instead made the black-robed demon's spine turn exceptionally cold.

"Wu wu wu~"

His covered mouth was moving, wanting to say something but it was unclear.

"You promised not to spit anymore."

Ian slowly released his hand.

Only to see some fresh blood seeped from the corner of the demon's mouth again.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ian's fist smashed over again. This time he chose to hit the black-robed demon's head, since if the demon only had brain bleeding without opening the skull, it wouldn't count as a loss for him.

"Ahhhh~"

The black-robed demon let out painful wails. The black mist around his body had completely dissipated, barely breathing. "Didn't you say you'd be lighter!"

He couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching question.

"Yeah, I was lighter. I was going to use eighty percent strength, now I'm only using seventy percent... can't you feel it?" Ian said while knocking the black-robed demon's head again.

"This is seventy percent strength."

After saying that, he knocked hard a second time.

"This is eighty percent strength."

He tried his best to prove he was an honest and trustworthy person.

"Puh..."

His head was buzzing.

The black-robed demon, feeling his soul being hammered, was really about to be driven to vomit blood by Ian's operations. But when he saw Ian's bright and clear eyes, he quickly forced himself to swallow the blood back into his stomach.

It could be seen as a demon, this one still had some wisdom.

"We're all demons, we should be on the same side. We should unite against heaven and God... let me go, I guarantee I'll do my utmost to assist you."

"I borrowed this body to be reborn in the human world, I have many powers that only wizards possess. I can also prophesy..." The black-robed demon struggled, trying to make Ian recognize his value.

If Ian were a demon, he would indeed have some value. After all, due to the rule restrictions between hell and the human world, most demons couldn't bring their complete power into the human world.

Precisely because of this.

If there was a powerful male witch as assistance, many things would be much simpler. Unfortunately, the black-robed demon had guessed Ian's identity wrong from beginning to end.

"You cursed more filthily than when my Uncle Batman cursed my dad. I'm this handsome and you still take me for a demon?" Ian's fist was eager to try.

The black-robed demon's mind was shaken wildly.

"I... I'm also a demon, aren't I quite handsome too?" He quickly forced a smile, frantically defending his statement. The demon thought his emotional intelligence was maxed out.

"What's your level? Using the same word 'handsome' as me? Except for my dad, my big brother, and my second brother who could restore his normal appearance if he could quit his daily habits!"

"Everyone else can only be considered passable!" Under the shocked, wronged, and terrified gaze of the black-robed demon, Ian greeted his lower regions with several more punches.

"Ah~"

This time the black-robed demon's face turned white with pain.

He felt it was better to hit his head instead.

"Stop! Stop it! Stop!" The black-robed demon tried to stop Ian in shock and anger. The human body was too weak, the vital parts were really too vital.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Ian delivered a thunderous dunk directly to the demon's head. The high-level demon bound in a human body wasn't durable either. A visible large bump swelled on his head.

He wasn't even as durable as low-level demons like the bull-headed demon.

"Damn it!" The black-robed demon was shaken with lingering fear. Fortunately, the place where he got the big bump wasn't a vital part, otherwise how painful would that be. Still in shock, he completely broke down.

"My father is hell's new Satan, the great Hell King. You wouldn't want to offend a new god of hell!" Words that sounded like pleading but carried some threat came from the black-robed demon's sausage mouth.

His mouth looked much tougher than his face.

"New Satan?"

When Ian heard this name, it didn't sound like what any proper demon should have in mind.

"Satan, hammer's new Satan. Do you know that in the sky above Metropolis, the only god is my... dad!"

Ian really got into this arrogant and domineering personality. He wasn't someone who liked to rely on his father, but who told him he had now adjusted himself to ancestor mode?

Different modes required corresponding different personalities.

Who said the DC universe didn't have its own Legion? As long as you opened enough aliases, when one reputation went bad, there could be a second one. This was the necessary precaution and hedging that capitalists must learn.

With the flexible application of the Meisner acting method, Ian naturally didn't need to worry about actually having multiple personalities. For this, he had to properly thank the teacher who taught him the "partial nature release technique."

"Little gangster girl, quickly find me a rope and scaffolding." Mental gratitude was enough. Even though he was very immersed now, Ian couldn't go against his conscience and praise Madison as a real superhero.

The reason was simple.

Madison was currently "wriggling" on the ground behind him, crawling around, obviously unable to find her phone and trying to dig out others' phones from the pockets of those unconscious people on the ground.

"Ah?"

Madison wanted to take a "The world always leaves me covered in wounds" melancholic literary photo to post on social media. When she heard this and looked up, there were even a few fallen leaves stuck in her blonde hair.

"What do you want rope and scaffolding for?"

After Ian's great display of power, Madison relaxed. She didn't know where the pedestrians and her phone had gone, and her face was full of puzzled expressions about Ian's request.

"Don't question me."

Ian tried to put on a serious face. "Remember, when I'm using my main account in the future, don't ask me questions that break my character. Ancestors do whatever they want."

"Ancestors go wherever they want too." He gave serious instructions, reminding Madison to pay attention to coordinating with him. For such a request, Madison could only half-understand.

"Oh."

She got up from the ground and quickly began searching around. Not understanding Ian's train of thought was normal for Madison. Most of the time she felt she wasn't smart enough to keep up with the academic achiever's thinking.

For this, Madison didn't mind either.

After all, not being smart was also a label that Hollywood's hottest female stars should have. Precisely because of this, Madison had her own special way of understanding Ian's instructions.

"Ancestor persona is Ian's do-whatever-I-want personality~" She seemed to be reciting lines, pondering the script, and suddenly felt enlightened, having an epiphany.

Soon, Madison found what Ian wanted.

She watched Ian tie up the black-robed demon to the scaffolding like tying sausages, not interested. This Metropolis girl only knew that once Ian won, everything would be settled.

She didn't care about the demon's life or death.

She even kicked him a few times because of being "chased" earlier.

Not learning lessons was like this.

Fortunately, the demon's thighs weren't as hard as Ian's calves.

"This damn demon must have eaten everyone's phones. Ian, can you lend me your phone?" Madison looked at Ian's bulging pants pocket.

How could she not be anxious? It wasn't every day she could encounter such situations. If she didn't take more photos of herself looking "fragile and vulnerable," the scrapes on her arms would slowly heal soon!

How would she gain attention then?

How would she attract sympathy on social media?

"Here."

Ian didn't ask questions.

He readily handed over his phone.

"Thank you!"

Madison immediately got into character.

She began posing at various ruins. Sometimes leaning against a crashed car at a 45-degree angle looking up at the sky, sometimes crouching by an exploded mailbox making terrified escaping gestures.

What's called a green tea girl?

This was probably it.

"Are you all sick?"

The black-robed man was tied up tightly, but he still couldn't help but speak with a twisted expression. He couldn't help it. Even as a demon, he couldn't understand how there could be such people in the world.

"Do you have medicine then?"

Ian asked tentatively. He originally thought he could trick some kind of hell-exclusive medicine, but his hopeful expectations ultimately only saw the black-robed demon's bewildered expression.

"If you don't have medicine, what the hell are you talking about! Is your urinary system exploded?" Ian was greatly disappointed, feeling the other party was deliberately mocking him, so he uttered the most vicious curse he could express in English.

Seeing Ian about to swing his fist again, "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Don't come again! Please! I really can't take it anymore!"

The demon begged for mercy with a crying tone, although he still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.

"Very good, now, I ask, you answer." Ian pulled out that magic book from his underwear, his backpack wasn't brought, but the elastic waistband of his underwear was a perfect temporary bookshelf.

Sticking the book that would occupy both hands at the position below his navel.

This was an emergency method only smart people could think of.

"Okay."

The black-robed demon didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and quickly nodded like pecking rice. He might have already realized Ian's ruthlessness, and even dared only to steal a few more glances at the book Ian had taken away.

"What's this book for?"

Ian flipped through the peculiar magic book whose content was completely blank again. He didn't feel any mysterious connection between himself and this book, so he naturally needed to seek answers from its previous owner.

"It... it's a collectible my father, Demon King Crowley, accidentally obtained. Before I came to the human world, I tricked my stupid brother into stealing it for me."

The black-robed demon stuttered while constantly stealing glances at Ian's expression. He wanted to intimidate Ian with names, but the effect wasn't as good as he imagined.

"That crossroads demon? Really, when there are no tigers in the mountains, the tailor becomes king." Ian's expression didn't change, he just couldn't help but complain. He was genuinely lamenting hell's special workplace environment.

Crowley.

This name was very memorable.

It was integrated from the same universe as Sam, Death, and his good foster father. Originally a crossroads deal demon, he later seized the opportunity and indeed became a so-called Hell King.

"Aren't you afraid of my father..."

The black-robed demon sensed Ian's emotions and became increasingly desperate. The other party even knew his father's former profession, yet he increasingly couldn't figure out Ian's background.

"Talk about this book, don't mention other useless things." Ian patted the peculiarly shaped ancient book in his hand. Even if the black-robed demon had more unwillingness in his heart, he could only honestly provide answers.

"I don't know its origin. Perhaps my dad and brother don't know either. The only thing certain is that it seems to possess incredible power like the Creator."

"Users can write and create powers that don't belong to this world on it." The black-robed demon told the truth because he was afraid Ian had some ability to test whether he was lying.

Almost all powerful beings in hell had similar abilities.

"If it were really this powerful, would you still be beaten so badly by me?" Ian naturally couldn't read minds, so he looked very suspicious and patted the black-robed demon's cheek with the book in his hand.

"Creating rules can't be created out of thin air. It needs magical power as support. Precisely because I lack enough magical power to use it, I needed the Supreme Witch to die."

"Only when the Supreme Witch dies can I become the new Supreme Sorcerer and gain sufficiently powerful magical power." The black-robed demon continued to maintain his honesty.

Because he didn't know if Ian was testing him.

Such a veteran old demon, no matter how cunning, was still possible.

"Tell me about the Supreme Witch and things about witches." This was Ian's knowledge blind spot, so he was eager to know. From childhood, he had always been the type who loved learning.

"Okay, okay."

To please Ian, the black-robed demon quickly began revealing information, not daring to hide anything. Just as Ian expected, this was part of the story he didn't know.

Wizards.

Were the most ancient supernatural profession existing in this world. Only those with talent could become wizards, and this talent was related to an ancient bloodline.

"Descendants of ancient gods?"

Ian repeatedly pondered the black-robed demon's words.

Savoring the information within.

"Yes, that's right. This is information many people don't know. Wizards' power has bloodline inheritance characteristics. Every wizard masters at least one powerful bloodline ability."

"Among them, controlling elements, mind control, soul projection, instant teleportation, reviving the dead, prophetic divination, and telepathy are called the Seven Wonders of wizards."

The black-robed demon began speaking eloquently. He knew this was his value. "Of course, wizards can have other abilities, but only these seven wonders are key to judging bloodline strength."

"Only wizards who simultaneously master the power of the Seven Wonders are descendants whose bloodline is closest to ancient gods. This person will gain the vast majority of magical power left by ancient gods in the human world."

"That is, the so-called Supreme Sorcerer. In fact, perhaps because the ancient god's gender was female, almost all Supreme Sorcerers are without exception witches."

"Also for this reason, witches' inherent magical power is greater than male wizards." The black-robed demon expanded Ian's worldview, letting Ian feel knowledge growing.

Speaking of this, the black-robed demon looked toward Madison, who was immersed in taking photos not far away. "She passed multiple wonder tests. Although not all tests, she's already infinitely close to being able to inherit the Supreme Witch position. So she definitely counts as the best vessel for the already aging Supreme Witch."

"I can't let such a thing happen. That would make the already very strong Supreme Witch gain even more magical power." The black-robed demon explained why he wanted to capture Madison.

"If I were to possess someone, it should be me possessing her."

Good heavens.

This was really ruthless.

"If I were you, I wouldn't care about such things." Ian looked back at Madison, who after escaping death was still carefreely taking photos.

The girl was leaning against a crashed police car taking selfies. Her blonde hair fluttered in the evening breeze, the phone camera capturing the tears she deliberately squeezed out and the scrapes on her collarbone.

Perfect "battle-damaged beauty" styling.

"What do you mean?"

The black-robed demon didn't quite understand Ian's words.

"You said it before, right? The reason the Supreme Witch must die, only when the Supreme Witch dies can the portion of magical power she occupies transfer to another person with bloodline close to the ancient god."

Ian frowned, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Yes."

The black-robed demon nodded in response.

He found Ian looking at him increasingly strangely.

"What's wrong?"

The black-robed demon couldn't help but ask.

"Let me sort this out for you. According to this rule, it means if you could kill all other witches and male wizards, all of the ancient god's magical power would be carried by you alone."

Ian was really thinking seriously again.

"Yes, if possible, I certainly want to monopolize all the magical power left by the ancient god." The black-robed demon showed honesty, not concealing his ambition at all.

"Mm."

Ian nodded. "The idea is quite good, but have you ever thought about why that ancient god whose name you don't know, why does the magical power He left in the human world continue to exist?"

"Moreover, most critically, this magical power can be inherited by different wizards in different eras. The closer the bloodline to Him, the more magical power the wizard can be allocated."

"As a demon, don't you find this situation strange at all?" Ian looked at the bewildered demon, feeling this guy being caught by him wasn't just because he was powerful enough.

"Think about it carefully, really think about it..." Ian really hadn't expected he would have such a day, teaching a demon how to become a qualified demon.

"If you collected all the magical power from this ancient god, would that mean at that moment, your bloodline would already be infinitely close to this ancient god's state?"

"Such a vessel, if He isn't tempted, I'd be tempted." Ian's analysis indeed wasn't without reason. These words directly made the black-robed demon's eyes fill with terror.

"No... it shouldn't be, right?"

The black-robed demon's heart was churning, but he still didn't want to admit this point. He couldn't help it. Admitting such speculation might be true, wouldn't that prove he was an idiot?

This was clearly possession leading himself into a big pit!

"Fine, sometimes being a bit stupid is good too. I understand you. Ostrich behavior, I'm familiar with it." Ian clapped his hands, his emotions stabilized considerably. After all, he had just learned new knowledge.

"Yes, yes, I'm an ostrich."

The black-robed demon didn't dare to refute either. He watched Ian looking around, his heart couldn't help but feel uneasy. "I've told you everything I know."

This was hoping Ian would recognize the value he provided.

"Really everything?"

Ian asked suspiciously while examining the bound demon.

"I swear by my father Crowley's name! Really everything!" The demon nodded frantically, the iron frame clanging. He really didn't seem particularly smart.

You could tell he watched too few gangster movies as a child.

No TV in hell?

"Alright then."

Ian also smiled.

The demon squeezed out a flattering smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

"So... we're fine now, right?"

He carefully probed, but found Ian bringing over a kitchen knife and a paint bucket from not far away, and even adjusted his position to make him hang upside down.

"Didn't you say we were fine! Brother!"

The demon with twitching eyelids forced a smile, frantically trying to get closer to Ian. However, this form of address only earned Ian's warning look.

"Who's your brother! Watch your words!" Ian spoke righteously. "The ancestor persona made peace with you, doesn't mean I, Ian, don't have conflicts with you."

"Don't you understand my family heritage? With my family's scholarly tradition, I naturally have irreconcilable conflicts with evil beings like you." Ian picked up another stone from the ground.

"Liar! Damn it! You're deceiving me!" The black-robed demon's face was flushed red like pig liver. Ian thought he was probably just having blood rush to his head.

This was a demon, after all.

How could he break down so easily?

The brief interaction made Ian feel the other party wasn't as petty as the bull-headed demon.

That was right too.

If he weren't petty, he wouldn't have waited so long on the playground yesterday either.

"Let me go! Let me go!!" The black-robed demon began struggling hard, but his strength was exhausted, and his magical power was dormant due to losing that book.

This didn't affect the demon using all his strength to frantically twist his body. He couldn't help it. If he didn't move, even if he was really stupid, the black-robed demon had already realized what he was about to face.

His pupils were already imprinted with Ian's knife-sharpening reflection.

"Don't worry, my father taught me what compassion is." Ian sharpened his knife with swishing sounds, grinding the kitchen knife he bought at his own expense from the department store to a sharpness that even butchers would praise.

This was true compassion.

The moment the kitchen knife was unsheathed, the demon's blood began flowing frantically. His skin also began showing a sickly gray-white color, purple blood vessels spreading like spider webs across his face.

This was because the loss of life force was making him revert to his twisted demonic original form.

The demon's contamination of human genes was this severe. A sulfur smell slowly permeated the air. Ian elegantly held the iron bucket like receiving red wine, catching all the demon blood.

Demon blood wasn't red.

This Hell's Son's blood was as viscous and black as oil.

It looked like genuine fuel at first glance.

"No..."

The demon's screams gradually weakened.

"Rip!"

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