SUP Chapter 94: Evil God? Who's the Evil God?

The setting sun truly cast silhouettes on everything.

The Hellcat's tires tore sulfur-scented tracks on the asphalt road. Under the suburban skyline, Ian's car carried him at speeds that absolutely exceeded the limit by a lot.

This was also normal.

After all, there were no speed limit... cameras on suburban roads. For truly law-abiding experienced drivers, places without speed limit signs and control measures meant no speed limits.

A little car that hadn't killed anyone for many hours was exactly this kind of experienced driver.

Deeply versed in this way.

"Taking everything in my stride~"

"Don't need reason, don't need rhyme~"

...

In appropriate scenes, Ian's Hellcat loved switching to appropriate songs. Currently playing on the stereo was a freedom song that had once swept through America.

"Highway to Hell."

Of course, just like everything people could see in America.

It came from Australia.

Just like the people now living on this land all came from "imports." What? You ask what America originally had? Those who could answer this question were now specimens in museums.

"Oh, no wonder you said this is hell~" Ian was somewhat slow to realize, suddenly understanding. He patted his backpack, but the demon head inside didn't provide any support.

Ian didn't care about this bit of flattery either.

"Six or seven kilograms, these are all symbols of my achievements." Ian had been cleaning up the collected bullet heads. The weight of over a thousand bullets slightly exceeded his expectations.

"I'm going to forge them into copper chains, then when I go out to walk my pet, I'll have a leash for my pet." Although Ian had picked up an orange cat, it needed to be used to implement his plan to appease the Mother Goddess. So from beginning to end, he only had the demon head to take out for walks.

It didn't matter.

Walking anything was still walking.

"By the way, you consumed quite a bit today. Here, supplement some trace elements." Ian selected a few of the best-looking bullet heads, opened his backpack, and threw them into the demon head's mouth.

Because he hoped his garbage can/gas station would be full of fuel tomorrow, his attitude toward the demon head was naturally better than his attitude from the previous two days.

"Don't run."

Ian also pressed down on the orange cat trying to escape, stuffing both the orange cat and demon head back into his backpack. Since the "seal" on the mouth had been removed during feeding:

"Damn it! It's drilling into my mouth! Get it out!" The demon head screamed like its tail had been stepped on, though it had long since lost its tail.

"That's no excuse for you to eat my cat!"

Ian issued a stern warning to the demon.

"If you dare eat my cat, I'll make you wear lipstick every night and use a squeaky voice to be a sexy chat companion for otaku. Guess how long it'll take you to earn enough money for me to buy a new cat?"

He was getting better and better at threatening others.

To be fair, at least with the bull-headed demon, Ian's threats really worked better than exorcism spells.

It immediately quieted down. It felt wronged but didn't dare say anything, only gritting its teeth and refusing the orange cat's curiosity about the world inside its mouth. It really didn't know why the damned God had to create creatures like cats!

The demon bull head trembled.

It didn't want to eat the cat.

But it felt the cat kind of wanted to eat it.

"Damn it!"

The demon got angrier the more it thought about it.

This time it was actually disdained by the orange cat. Perhaps because it felt the demon bull head's skull was a relatively comfortable cat bed, this cat Ian had picked up also quieted down in the backpack.

Ian had left ventilation holes.

"Don't blame me. Blame that Batman suit from before. After I wore it, I was contaminated by Batman. It not only gave me strategy but made me ruthless."

Ian felt his words made perfect sense.

Who knew if wearing Batman's suit would contaminate one with a tiny bit of cosmic causality.

His logical loop was perfect.

But the demon bull head obviously wasn't on his intellectual level.

"You just role-played for a bit..." The demon bull head complained weakly. It had really lost too much today, and its entire head was completely drained.

"So I'm only ruthless, dummy." Ian snorted. The bull-headed demon laughed at him for thinking too much, while he laughed at the bull-headed demon for not understanding the bond between him and Batman.

As for what kind of bond this was, well, terms like mentor and foster father seemed to have been used up... In his contemplation, Ian discovered he also had moments when he found things tricky.

"Sigh."

This must be because he hadn't added enough attribute points.

Unable to sustain long-term brain operation.

"My body isn't strong enough to match my brain." Somewhat wistful, Ian put the remaining bullet heads in a bag and casually threw one in his mouth.

"Crunch crunch~"

Very crispy, just like peanuts.

After chewing, Ian swallowed it all down.

This was an attempt.

However, it was useless. Nothing happened.

The [Savage Tyrant] experience points didn't increase.

"I still need to touch my Uncle Galactus."

Ian failed to exploit a system bug, so he could only wait to unlock the profession brought by Galactus before he might have a truly good digestive system.

The Hellcat was still speeding on the highway.

It was leading Ian to new "mission" points.

America's sinful places were everywhere, just like the endless missions in some canned game company's games. They couldn't be finished, absolutely couldn't be finished. So Ian felt he should be able to learn to fly today.

"What's that?"

Ian hummed along to the music while watching ahead. Soon, he realized something was wrong. The suburbs were still suburbs, but what was that impressive factory with the [LEXCORP] logo?

"Luthor's property!"

Ian's mind immediately cleared.

"No no no! That's a dungeon my old man should handle! I'm not qualified!" Ian's self-awareness was very clear. As an independent NPC, he only wanted to bully ordinary villain NPCs.

As for villains like Luthor.

Even as immortal Ian, he didn't really want to get involved with that kind of sticky plaster.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Change dungeons!"

Ian patted the dashboard ahead.

The Hellcat immediately made a sharp turn and did a big U-turn.

It was obedient.

However, this didn't prevent it from expressing its opinion on this choice through music.

"I'd hate to look into those eyes~"

"And feel like I can't change~"

...

To be fair, this was somewhat passive-aggressive.

"You don't understand. I'm just planning for the long term, taking it step by step." Ian's rebuttal was actually quite reasonable. After all, he hadn't brought his dual-wielding weapons this time.

Not only could his unparalleled combat power not be displayed, but no one was helping him attract Luthor's attention. In such a situation, Ian felt he was more suited for simpler dungeons.

"Vroom vroom vroom~"

The Hellcat responded with engine roars. It became a black mamba again, directly carrying Ian along the highway into the city, arriving at an extremely lively district.

"Would anyone trade military supplies here?"

Ian was somewhat surprised.

He looked around.

This belonged to a district with relatively good security. The streets were clean, pedestrians were neat, no homeless people could be seen, and even the black guys doing zero-dollar shopping wore suits and ties.

After robbing things, he even knew to leave tips!

At first glance, he was a proper black guy who came out to work! Ian was very curious whether such a peaceful and harmonious district could also have the sinful transactions he needed.

"Trust me, Pilot." This time, the Hellcat's radio quoted not a song, but an extremely brief line from a game.

"Mm, mm, I understand. The most dangerous place is the safest place." Ian still trusted his little car. He observed the surrounding places where sinful transactions might occur.

Many clothing stores and various department stores.

Soon, the boy's gaze locked onto a relatively high-end fast food restaurant, at least one where the food was freshly fried. He quickly jogged over and pushed the door to enter.

"Here, it must be here." Ian made his judgment with complete confidence. His stomach then growled twice. After using his healing ability, he was always hungrier. Although with the improvement of his physical attributes, this hunger usually wasn't intense, it didn't prevent Ian from wanting a win-win situation.

"First fill my stomach. Only when full do I have strength to rob... I mean, to be a superhero." His ordering momentum was like Taotie who had been hungry for three days.

Twenty hamburgers, ten orders of fries, five milkshakes, thirty fried chicken legs. If not for fear of others bullying him with strange looks, Ian could actually order even more fast food.

"This is my confidence as a rich person."

Ian sat at a large table by the window, even elegantly tucking a napkin into his T-shirt. The regret of this meal was that his Coca-Cola couldn't be served in a wine glass.

"Glug glug glug~"

Ian gulped down not just the happy water that could make otaku happy.

He looked at the table full of food and was about to begin his pre-meal prayer when suddenly, a figure ran past the floor-to-ceiling window and directly drilled into this fast food restaurant.

She first ran a few steps toward the bathroom, then backed up and directly dove under Ian's table. Before Ian could react, a group of men in black also followed into the fast food restaurant. They attracted the attention of many diners, but since they weren't carrying guns, no one felt panicked.

"What's going on?"

Ian curiously watched this group of men in black.

They first searched around the fast food restaurant, looked around without finding their target, then were led by some genius toward the restaurant's bathroom direction.

Perhaps they thought the target would escape through the window there.

Classic old plot. Ian didn't find this strange at all. After all, people who chose to wear sunglasses indoors in the afternoon having poor eyesight was truly the most reasonable thing possible.

"Little delinquent, you can come out now."

Ian kicked the girl hiding under the tablecloth.

"Damn Ian! Don't kick my chest off!" The girl crawled out from under the tablecloth, cursing, frantically taking napkins from the table to wipe the shoe prints on her clothes.

She was Madison.

Ian's school deskmate.

"Are you acting in 'Fast Food Restaurant Horror' now? A Hollywood B-movie?" Ian remembered Madison liked auditioning on weekends, so he boldly made a Kogoro-like guess.

"No, can't you see? I'm really being chased and blocked by a group of psychos!" Madison was still shaken, snatching the cola from Ian's hand and taking several big gulps to calm down.

"Will you die?"

Ian wasn't angry about this, instead picking up another drink. After all, he was used to it after several years. After being robbed of food, he wouldn't have any protective behavior. The emotions in his heart weren't even as strong as his speculation that he had only become Mouri Kogoro instead of the brilliant Kogoro.

"Probably won't die?"

Madison was also somewhat uncertain.

"If you won't die, then wait for me to eat first." Ian organized the slightly messy table. He hoped Death wouldn't think he was a casual person when he prayed.

Honestly, he was indeed somewhat afraid Lady Death might push her luck.

"No, I'm discussing how a group of perverts want to catch me, and you're this calm?" Madison couldn't quite understand why Ian remained so unruffled.

She suspected Ian didn't believe her.

"We live in an era where superheroes and super villains run around everywhere. Isn't this normal life?" Ian looked at Madison with a somewhat strange expression.

"..."

After holding it in for a long time.

"Fuck!"

Madison was speechless, but she had to admit Ian's words always had some logic. Under this frustration, Madison picked up a box of fries from the table and started munching.

She understood Ian's rules well.

So without reminding, she very consciously took out ten dollars and slapped it in front of Ian.

"You can eat forty-five bites. Count how many bites you've taken yourself." Although Ian no longer needed to care about this small money, he was still quick to pocket the cash.

"You're eating alone but ordered this much?" Madison was somewhat surprised by Ian's superhuman appetite. She felt this food could definitely last her at least a week.

He began his prayer with closed eyes.

Madison was a very curious person, "Someone like you actually believes in religion? Scientology? Straight Male Religion? Or Flying Spaghetti Monster?"

It must be said, this deskmate's filter regarding Ian was truly too severe.

"I only believe in New Superman Religion, but this doesn't prevent me from contacting that goddess who symbolizes death." Ian finished praying and also knew how to test the Lady Death who was playing dead.

"No choice, can't go a day without contact. Too clingy." No sooner said than done, Ian once again felt the invisible big hand firmly grasping the brain matter under his skull.

Not painful.

But the other party was shaking violently, as if trying to shake out the water inside.

Hmm.

Death was indeed just playing dead.

"Why is your head shaking? What did you take? Can I have a piece?" Madison had been watching Ian.

"This is just intimate interaction."

As Ian's words fell, he felt the invisible big hand withdraw as if avoiding contamination.

He became elegant again.

"My God, what are you even talking about?" The blonde girl was very confused. Her deskmate was indeed speaking human words, but unfortunately, while she understood every word, she couldn't figure out what these words meant when strung together.

"You don't understand now, but after you die, you'll definitely understand. Death is the supreme existence, the destination of life, at least the destination of most ordinary lives."

Ian wasn't showing off.

He just thought of his deskmate's magical healing ability and wanted to test something, but his deskmate who could probably instantly heal even the dying still didn't seem to understand.

"Death? And goddess? Is this some new evil cult for geeky otaku?" Madison listened with complete confusion. She really seemed unable to sync with Ian's frequency. She could only try her best to speculate and began to think divergently, wondering if this was because Ian's rebellious phase had arrived?

Otherwise, why would he be so mystical and join some goddess cult?

"Honestly, you should go out more. Later you should come with me. I have a group of sisters. Spend an afternoon with them and you'll know what real goddesses are like."

Madison's enthusiastic help for friends still had some green tea flavor, very much like pimping.

"Alright, seems you really don't know." Ian had finished his testing. He believed his deskmate's acting skills, though good, couldn't possibly reach Oscar-level naturalness.

"Should I know?" Madison's slender hands ran through her messy hair, her eyes blank. After seeing the "Rolex" drawn on Ian's wrist, her eyes twitched slightly.

"I know you're bold and dare to curse anyone, but Lady Death really isn't an evil god... Look, look, if there were no death, could we have such delicious hamburger meat?" Ian didn't know if Lady Death had left, but he decided to just praise her anyway, "And such delicious dead pork chops. If they didn't die, could I eat such deliciousness?"

Saying this, Ian also started gnawing on pork chops.

"..."

Madison only hated that she hadn't studied hard enough. Even though she clearly knew Ian's words were twisted logic, she still found them hard to refute. After all, people couldn't hug live pigs and gnaw on them.

That image, just thinking about it was scary.

If there were alcohol here, Madison would definitely drink a few sips. Women were all like this.

"It's all junk food. Eating too much will make you fat."

Her well-meaning reminder was probably trying to change the subject.

However, Ian took this very seriously.

"Junk food is good. My foster father loves it."

He was showing off wildly.

That posture made Madison feel like someone who had been hungry for ten days to half a month.

"Gulp~" The blonde girl swallowed.

"Foster father? You mean godfather, right? Since he loves it, I think you should bring some back to him instead of using him as an excuse to pig out here?"

Madison's words sounded reasonable.

She didn't have as much reason as Ian.

"My foster father is currently in prison. He can't eat it, so I'm eating for him. Through our bond, he can definitely smell it." Ian firmly believed this.

His cheeks were stuffed full, like a hamster.

"..."

Madison slapped her forehead, obviously not believing Ian's nonsense.

"You're making me want to laugh." She shook her head helplessly.

Looking at the table full of food, Madison didn't continue eating. It wasn't because she was disciplined enough, but because she noticed that after eating her forty-fifth bite, Ian glanced at her.

"Eating like this, can you even have muscles? The muscle photos you mass-sent to everyone last night were photoshopped, right?" Madison looked at Ian with suspicion.

"Huh?"

Now it was Ian's turn to be confused.

"I didn't do that."

He took out his phone to check.

Damn.

This was Batman's revenge, though late but arrived!

"What happened to 'not pursuing it'!"

Ian felt he shouldn't have trusted any liar from Gotham. Fortunately, it didn't matter. Even someone as strong as Batman probably underestimated Ian's thick skin.

He quickly adjusted his mood.

"Want to touch? First time free, subsequent times ten dollars. No wait... what do you think I should charge to take care of every pretty girl in school?"

Ian lifted his T-shirt, revealing abs that weren't exaggerated but were absolutely explosive. Madison's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but express sincere amazement.

"You... used steroids, right?"

The blonde girl seemed very knowledgeable.

Her question was forceful.

"Nope."

Ian's answer was also very confident. He drank enhancement potions, not steroids. As long as the names were different, they could be treated as different things.

Could cold mixed Houttuynia cordata be the same as Houttuynia cordata oral liquid?

Same logic!

"Whether the muscles are fake or not, they can definitely scare people." Madison was still somewhat shaken. She took out her wallet and searched for small denominations.

A girl who could consider movies as her future career direction and had luxury goods all over her was naturally from a superior background. Children who casually carried over a thousand dollars were at least from high-level elite families. Hmm? Why did Ian know there were over a thousand dollars? Of course because he glimpsed inside Madison's wallet.

No misunderstanding.

Pure peeking.

And this naturally had reasons.

"Seriously, you need to come with me to the police station to report this. I need the police to assign female officers for personal protection." Madison looked at Ian who suddenly accelerated his eating as if possessed by a wild boar.

Her eyes twitched but she still held back her inner complaints.

"Here."

Madison only found ten-dollar bills, so after handing them to Ian, she waited for the very rule-abiding Ian to make change. The blonde green tea who had been deskmates for years clearly knew Ian's price list.

Money couldn't be more.

Couldn't be less.

One cent more would get scolded.

One cent less would get mocked.

"Actually I've been thinking about raising prices recently, but... since our relationship is so solid, let's go with the old rules." Ian stuffed all the food in his mouth at once.

After swallowing the last bite of hamburger, he immediately snatched Madison's wallet.

"Huh?"

Madison watched Ian count out eight hundred dollars and stuff it in his pocket. She wasn't angry, just confused, frantically trying to remember what eight hundred dollars represented in Ian's service price list.

She'd never used this service before.

She seemed to have forgotten.

"Eight hundred dollars, you can catch a female police officer for me?"

The blonde green tea's imagination ran wild.

Birds of a feather must have similar mental states.

"Dream on, eat shit. No, you don't deserve to eat my shit. I'm saving your life." After Ian finished speaking, he wiped his mouth and threw the napkin from his chest onto the table.

"Save what life?"

Madison hadn't reacted yet.

She saw Ian skillfully pull out a bag of new stockings from his pocket.

"???"

Under Madison's horrified gaze, Ian put them over his head.

"What do you think?" He turned around.

The timing was perfect.

The bathroom door burst open with a "bang."

Five or six menacing men in sunglasses filed out. They were exactly that group of men in black who didn't follow the script. The leader was even holding a huge toad with its tongue sticking out.

The direction the toad pointed to was exactly where Madison sat.

"Damn it!" Madison was shocked.

She grabbed Ian and tried to run outside the restaurant.

"No! Wait a moment... wait for me to poke two holes for the eyes!" Ian failed to face away from everyone again. He could only jog along with Madison.

"Rip~"

Too much force, the flesh-colored stockings directly tore into rags.

"You have to compensate me!"

Fortunately, Ian could always find someone to blame.

"I have a car! My car is over there..." Ian wanted to show off, but discovered the crowd on the street was somewhat chaotic because his Hellcat's hood was constantly opening and closing, as if trying to swallow a black man with a crowbar. It seemed to understand what prison was but not completely understand.

"..."

Ian's voice stopped abruptly.

"You have a car?"

Madison threw away her high heels directly.

She looked back in surprise.

"Maybe you should wait a moment and let me log into my account..." Ian absolutely refused to mention his vehicle, instead taking out another package of stockings and opening it.

"No? How many of these things did you buy?" Madison was panting, but this didn't prevent her from being amazed at what exactly Ian's pockets contained.

"Guess?"

Ian put the stockings over his head and logged in again. He knew rich people should hide their abilities, so he wouldn't easily reveal the extravagant fact that he bought a full hundred pairs and only planned to use them for a month.

"Let them come!"

"I think they're definitely not simple! Look, I have superhero identification... no wait, this is my voided mental illness certificate. This is my identification."

Ian finally pulled out his psychic card.

He didn't particularly want to play hero, but his intuition told him that this group of suspected male wizards might be exactly the lawbreakers his Hellcat wanted him to intercept.

Quality express delivery.

Ian definitely had to sign for it.

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