Chapter 75: Demon! A True Demon!

Perhaps the minotaur demon had truly changed its approach and wanted to tempt Ian.

"We can make a contract, a soul contract, using the power of the contract to guarantee that I won't harm you," it suggested to Ian with utmost sincerity.

"Aren't you loyal to Trigon?"

Ian's suspicious gaze was filled with distrust.

"I'm not planning to switch allegiances. The great Demon King is my eternal faith, and this will absolutely never change. The contract between us would merely be a constraint to ensure I don't harm you," the minotaur demon said, its tone still carrying that air of honesty.

"You're Superman's son. Even my master definitely wouldn't dare to casually harm you," the minotaur demon's tone carried a sense of emotion, though this might just be its Oscar-level acting skills at work.

"Guess whether I believe you or not?" Ian believed in the principle that unsolicited courtesies are either treachery or theft. Only the Joker who sent him checks could he temporarily pretend was an accident.

"I can smell your desire for magic, incredibly intense, extremely greedy... and carrying a hint of Kryptonian arrogance. You will definitely have great talent in learning magic," the minotaur demon continued persuading with a tone of absolute certainty. "You probably don't understand what your pendant is. You might still think it's some kind of blessing for you, right?"

It recalled being repeatedly pressed to the ground by Ian and stuffed into the pendant.

Its expression showed slight lingering fear.

"You even know about my pendant?"

Ian pulled out the pendant hidden beneath his shirt.

"Yes... I remember now... It's not some treasure. It's an... invitation from Death," the minotaur demon's voice carried several notes of gravity.

"An invitation from Death?"

Ian thoughtfully looked at his negative status. Regarding this point, the demon didn't seem to be lying. The reason for losing one life point per minute might be to bring the bearer closer to death?

"That's right. This thing should have originally belonged to the Death Knight. However, recently there have been rumors in Hell that it fell into the hands of a great demon whose name I dare not mention."

"That great demon has been using this pendant, attempting to sacrifice interesting lives to the Death Knight. Now, I think you are the offering that great demon is using to please the Death Knight."

"You might not know who the Death Knight is. That is the end of all things, a truly terrifying and dreadful deity, an ancient existence that even my master would not be willing to provoke."

The minotaur demon specifically explained the severity of the situation to Ian.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ian directly grabbed the expensive alloy hammer he had purchased to destroy evidence during the previous hospital incident and struck the minotaur demon's forehead several times.

"You're the one who's terrifying! You're the one who's horrible! Don't try to drive a wedge between me and my godfather!" Ian's hammer was actually quite handy, though the damage it could inflict was really very limited.

The minotaur demon didn't even get bumps on its head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

So Ian quickly added several more fierce hammer blows, making the minotaur demon's head see stars. Honestly, even so, Ian still missed that afternoon.

Ever since he had tried the dual-wielding feel of using Aunt Goodness's head-smashing technique, he couldn't go back. A Kryptonian's forehead really was the best hammer in the world.

"What... what godfather?"

The minotaur demon was truly dazed by Ian's hammering.

"Listen well! The man now standing before you, no, the boy sitting before you, is the Death Knight's most beloved godson, and also the perfect one that Lady Death has a crush on..."

Ian's words stopped abruptly here, because he felt his brain had also been fiercely hammered. This made him conclude another thing about Lady Death.

She doesn't always watch him.

But when her name is praised, she might sense it. Previously when Ian confessed to his parents using euphemisms, there hadn't been any feeling of incomprehensible forces ignoring his body and directly hammering his brain.

"Sorry, I just felt the bashfulness of a secret admirer."

Ian shook his head.

"You... you..."

The minotaur demon was completely speechless about this. Its entire bull head was in a state of confusion. Either this boy wasn't afraid of death, or this boy wanted to seek death.

Besides that, it really couldn't understand how the other party dared to gossip about two of the most ancient existences like this.

Especially the latter one. Even if that existence was kind-hearted toward humans, Lucifer had once described her as a "capricious old woman." Just thinking about it, one would know she definitely wouldn't be easy to get along with.

"Stop talking! I don't even dare to listen to what you're saying! Human cub! You have no idea what you're offending... Please, let's discuss the trade for learning magic instead."

The minotaur demon's tone became somewhat trembling.

"Trade? So there's a price? What do you want to gain? Abyss Bucket." Ian didn't know the minotaur demon's original name, but since this afternoon, this demon could only have one name in his presence. To be fair, not directly calling the minotaur demon a trash can was already enough for the minotaur demon to thank Ian.

"..."

After another moment of silence.

The minotaur demon didn't get angry.

It also knew that anger would serve no purpose.

"Don't let that boy from earlier come near me... absolutely don't," the demon spoke in a hoarse, low voice, making its condition. Its tone actually carried some pleading flavor.

"Huh?"

Ian couldn't react for a moment.

Then he saw.

The minotaur demon's eyes showed terror.

"I am a demon from Hell, so you should trust my instincts... That boy, your brother, he's the one who really wants to pee in my mouth!"

"Maybe not just pee!"

Life wasn't worth it.

The minotaur demon really regretted being this vanguard right now.

The atmosphere in the air was somewhat silent.

After a long while.

"Nonsense! Gibberish! Talking rubbish! So this is what demons are like! I've finally experienced your wickedness!" Ian ultimately chose to believe in his second brother.

Brotherhood.

That's just how it is. People can't, or at least shouldn't. He understood his brother and knew Jordan definitely had about a twenty percent chance of not doing such a thing.

"Sigh."

Seeing this, the minotaur demon didn't continue discussing this matter.

"Let's quickly sign a mutual assistance contract, human cub," it just kept urging. However, Ian, who had never believed it, only sneered coldly at this.

"What contract? What magic? I've been at odds with demons since childhood, like fire and water. Who's going to mutually assist with you? Dream on. No, I won't even give you my farts to eat. I'm saving them for someone worthy."

Ian tugged at the corner of his mouth because he felt his cold sneer wasn't quite in place.

"..."

The minotaur demon was extremely speechless.

And just at this moment.

"Knock knock knock~"

Suddenly there was knocking at the door outside.

"Ian, we need to talk."

It was father Clark's voice. It seemed Superman had returned from rescuing the nuclear power plant. He didn't know if mom had also returned. In that instant, Ian didn't even dare to breathe.

He was clear that the fact of him being in the room couldn't escape his father, who had x-ray vision. This might be the tragedy of being born into a superhero family. Even wanting to play dead couldn't be done successfully.

Precisely because of this.

"Knock knock knock~"

After another round of knocking.

Ian suddenly began to believe that mutual assistance might be a good thing.

"He says... he says... everything was the demon tempting him to do it, and if there's anything... to go after the demon... He also says he's just a child!"

This was the minotaur demon's slightly trembling voice.

It even carried a bit of crying.

Fight Superman?

The little demon under two thousand years old felt it could truly shatter at any moment. It sensed the terrifying aura outside that, although it had fallen into silence, was becoming increasingly oppressive.

Terrified.

However, there were still whispers from the little boy in its ear asking it to repeat, so familiar to the demon.

At this moment.

The minotaur directly achieved enlightenment.

There truly was a demon in this room.

But it felt that definitely wouldn't be itself.

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