SUP Chapter 81: Who Exactly is the Dimensional Demon God?

Just by using his wits slightly, Ian discovered the reason for the stitched-together Homelander's malfunction at the back of its neck. It had indeed "run out of power." The hollowed-out back of Homelander's neck was fitted with a miniature arc reactor that had already gone dim.

It might have completely consumed its energy.

Or perhaps the energy supply had been remotely cut off.

"Black technology!"

Ian nimbly removed the thumb-sized arc reactor and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Just from the blurred lettering "Stark Industries" printed on the reactor's surface, he knew this was good stuff.

"What a perfect body! Please! Let me experience this body! I'll do anything you want!" The demon head was still obsessing over the stitched-together Homelander's body.

Its aesthetic sense was clearly problematic.

One could only say it was very hellish.

"You'll do anything? Including betraying Trigon?" Ian sensed the demon head's impatience, so he curiously probed with his question.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The demon head's reaction was extremely intense. "My father serves Trigon loyally, my grandfather also serves Trigon loyally, and my great-grandfather was one of Trigon's most capable demons!"

"Such is our family tradition! Of course I must forever remain loyal to the great Trigon. Even death cannot shake my loyalty!" Its will and attitude were very resolute.

"Well, aren't you just wonderful."

Ian curled his lips and praised without any emotional color. His gaze turned toward the motionless stitched-together Homelander, then he lifted his foot and kicked it over to the ground.

"In the end, Superman's son still defeated the bootleg Superman, defending the father god's glory. How praiseworthy and lamentable. I think this achievement of mine is worth opening a separate Homelander account later."

Ian's behavior might have been taking advantage of the "monster's" vulnerability, but how wasn't winning still winning? Living in America, winning was everything. The sun more dazzling than MacArthur in America, which was the true Eternal Blazing Sun, the supreme Emperor of Ten Thousand Taxes, had already taught him what the American life guide was before Ian transmigrated.

"Don't! Don't spit on this body!"

The demon head rolled its eyes upward, seeing Ian's mouth moving and muttering, thinking Ian was "brewing" an attack. With its enormous psychological trauma, it hurriedly spoke to stop him.

"Although I won't betray Trigon, I can betray other demons in hell! I can help you summon my kind or even demon gods. This body can support me in casting such magic."

The demon presented its bottom line, pleading humbly.

It had to be said, Ian was somewhat tempted.

"Truly a demon skilled at adaptation, to actually speak to my heart. This round goes to you." Ian weighed his options and ultimately walked toward the fallen stitched-together Homelander.

"Hiss~"

He forcefully tore at Homelander's head, but heaven knows what stitching materials those Marvel pseudo-humans used. Even his strength, about twenty times that of an ordinary person, couldn't destroy its patchwork structure.

The young man felt somewhat embarrassed.

But fortunately he had his trump card.

"Close your eyes first. I'm going to spit. Wait, I'll just spit a little bit, coating it locally." Ian directly used two lumps of mud to cover the demon's eyes.

He first tried other methods.

Facts proved that the most powerful built-in weapon humans possessed wasn't much use either.

...

Meanwhile, after completing her respawn, Gwen once again led her team to the fountain plaza.

Looking at the scene in the plaza, Gwen, who had considered at least twenty possibilities, was still stunned. Those soldiers were even more restless, though good military discipline prevented them from making a fuss like Gwen.

"What are you doing again, again, again!?"

Gwen's voice rose to at least F3 pitch.

Her hands were trembling.

"Ah?"

Ian, who was searching around the plaza, didn't turn his head but responded while seriously selecting materials, "I'm assembling a Gundam, no, I'm assembling an Evangelion."

He picked up a strong arm from the ground.

"Yes! Exactly! I am the Evangelion! This is perfect art!" The demon's voice carried excitement, its head finally able to rotate three hundred sixty degrees like a normal demon.

"I feel fantastic."

It moved its three heads, six arms, and eight legs, offering Ian heartfelt high praise, causing consumable Gwen and the consumable soldiers to twitch their eyelids wildly.

"How could you possibly damage Homelander's body of steel?" Gwen snapped back to her senses, quickly stepped forward, and yanked the demon's bull head down before it could react.

Forgive that Ian's saliva only had the corrosive effect contained in evil energy.

He hadn't added super glue to it.

"No!"

The demon head let out a miserable shriek, was disgustedly thrown back to Ian by Gwen. Ian also wanted to kick it away, but unfortunately he possessed soccer skills inherited from his past life's national team.

He kicked it crooked.

But this didn't prevent him from smoothly stepping on the demon head.

"We still have uses for this body. We can't let you ruin it or take it away." Gwen spoke with utmost seriousness, directing soldiers to begin recovering the remains and limbs of Homelander and the Hulk.

"Are you going to make this body snap its fingers?" Ian guessed that Gwen had been testing this assembled corpse's strength before. He still remembered the information he learned when he last came to this world.

Digital Tony wanted to use the Infinity Stones to pull this world back to normal operation.

"No."

Gwen hesitated slightly but still gave Ian an answer. After all, he had S.H.I.E.L.D. clearance. "Do you see that real big guy in the sky?"

"If he falls down, it would be no different from another meteor hitting Earth." The girl's tone carried some worry, but Ian's attention was focused on another aspect.

"He? Not Him? Has the invincible Galactus already become so undignified?" Ian was very astonished. In his view, no matter what, Galactus was one of Marvel's five cosmic entities.

Little Gwen dared to despise a deity?

"That's not important!"

Gwen rolled her eyes upon hearing this. "Anyway, we need the power remaining in the superheroes' bodies to hold him up, at least until the last Infinity Stone is transported back to Earth, he cannot fall."

"Due to Galactus's own cosmic status, even with only remains left, our time deceleration device can't maintain for much longer." Gwen sighed worriedly.

Hearing her words, Ian immediately understood.

"So it was you guys... I wondered why he'd been falling for so long without falling down for me to touch him..." He was quite moved. It seemed it really wasn't that Galactus, even in death, was unwilling to share power with him.

"..."

Gwen looked completely bewildered after hearing Ian's words.

After a long while, "Tony wants to see you. I'm begging you, please be somewhat normal." Gwen saw the soldiers loading the experimental parts onto tricycles, and gestured for Ian to climb into one of them.

"I'm very normal. It's you who aren't smart enough, lacking some comprehension ability." Ian smoothly picked up the demon head from the ground, hung it at his waist, and climbed onto the vehicle.

"So, could your parents understand you? In that era when everything was still beautiful." Gwen pedaled hard in front, and for some reason suddenly asked this question out of the blue.

"You mean my alcoholic mother and my underwear-wearing father? Of course, they also think I'm very normal." Ian answered while looking around at the surrounding soldiers who were also using human-powered tricycles.

"..."

Gwen fell into silence.

She seemed to feel that everything suddenly made sense.

Soon, the group returned to that sewer entrance, traveled through the underground passage to the base entrance. This time Gwen used her own identity information to scan open the base's doors.

Her movements were quick, depriving Ian of the chance to say "let me do it."

Entering that familiar hall again, Ian was still shocked by Digital Tony's massive mainframe. He couldn't even calculate how much money these components would fetch if sold as scrap back in the DC universe.

"What would you like to drink?"

Digital Tony's face appeared.

And at this moment, the demon head that had been secretly sensing everything around let out a shocked exclamation.

"This place!! This place!! What exactly is this place!!" This bull head sensed from Digital Tony's mainframe an aura it shouldn't have sensed.

"A universe shouldn't have so many souls!"

Its tone was filled with fear and disbelief toward the unknown. For a moment, it couldn't distinguish between Tony and Ian, who exactly was the dimensional demon god ruling this realm.

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