SUP Chapter 67: Ian's New Toy

"Teleportation! So this is what Raven means!"

Outside the school, Ian finally got to eat Häagen-Dazs.

Ten of them.

Not more, not less.

Being principled, he naturally remembered to share one with the girl who had helped him earlier.

"Thank you, Rachel. You're also a real superhero." Ian sincerely expressed his gratitude, and after hearing his praise, the girl's eyes showed some complexity.

"Superhero..."

Rachel seemed somewhat touched.

Who knows how many indescribable thoughts arose in her heart. How to put it, she still knew too little about Ian, clearly not realizing that Ian would praise anyone like this when he met them.

"The last time I ate something this delicious was last time... the little snacks I traded with my godfather using evil spirits were just as tasty." Ian licked his spoon with a reminiscing expression.

"Evil spirits? What evil spirits?" Sitting across from Ian, having no interest in eating ice cream and just staring at Ian while thinking constantly, Rachel's curiosity was now piqued by Ian's words.

Evil spirits and snacks.

These obviously weren't two words that could be connected.

"A bullying ghost thing that looked like a nun, but I bet it's definitely not human..." Ian recounted his experience of being deceived.

Upon hearing this, Rachel's pupils directly contracted several times.

"Like this?"

She dipped her finger in some coffee and drew a realistic doodle on the table.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Ian praised her artistic skills.

"You've encountered it too?" the boy's tone carried some surprise.

"I saw it in a book."

Rachel stared at Ian carefully for a long time.

"This is Valac, one of the seventy-two demon gods of Solomon... what you might have encountered was one of His avatars in the human world." The girl stared straight at Ian and spoke in an eerie tone.

"Seventy-two demon gods!?"

Ian was first stunned, his hands began trembling slightly.

Just when Rachel thought he might be scared.

"I see!"

The boy slapped his forehead.

"No wonder the little sweets I traded using Him melted in my mouth! Extremely nourishing!"

He truly had an epiphany. No wonder the bull-horned demon couldn't be exchanged for his godfather's reward. It turned out it was because the demon's quality wasn't high enough and couldn't serve as high-grade synthesis material!

"?????"

Rachel looked blankly at the still slightly excited Ian. She felt normal people shouldn't react like this. Well, she had already realized this boy's way of thinking wasn't quite normal.

"Haven't you realized what impact this will have on you?" Rachel wanted to remind Ian that beings that could be called demon gods were all terrifying existences with extremely strong vengeful natures.

"I realized it, I realized it." Ian nodded vigorously.

"This matter is indeed significant for me. Thank you, Rachel, my generous friend. You made me understand that there are actually at least seventy-two more evil spirits in this world that I can trade with my godfather for little snacks!" His tone carried some excitement.

How could he not be excited?

More than seventy-two!

If these so-called demon gods could keep creating avatars, Ian felt he might have found a real perpetual motion machine! In the future, he might not need to worry about insufficient attributes at all!

"No... that's not what I meant at all." Rachel was confused. She found she really couldn't keep up with Ian's way of thinking at all.

But Ian didn't mind this.

"I need to learn magic!"

Ian's determination to learn magic was extremely firm.

He wasn't Martin Luther King Jr.

But this didn't prevent him from having a real dream in his heart at this moment. He hoped to be able to domesticate a demon god, so he could use the demon god's avatars for sacrifices every day!

This obviously wasn't an easy thing, but difficult things were worth doing, weren't they? At this moment, the young man already had his own American Dream.

"You can't learn my magic."

Rachel was already trying her best to keep up with Ian's thinking.

"I don't want to learn your magic... I just want to touch your forehead again, the kind that lights up, yes, just like that... why does your face look so red and warm?" Ian, who desired to be contaminated by Trigon's magic power, didn't get his wish because Rachel teleported away, leaving only an empty chair.

"What a pity."

Ian felt somewhat regretful.

He casually took the ice cream the girl had only taken one bite of, and following the traditional concept of not wasting food, he stuck the ice cream into the plastic box he had been carrying.

"Ah~ hurry up and open your mouth." Ian ignored the bull head's cursing.

Repaying evil with good, he forcibly treated the demon's head to a serving of ice cream.

"It didn't leak out?"

He observed slightly, he discovered an unscientific magical phenomenon.

"The broccoli Mom cooks finally has a place for recycling! I can even use you to open a garbage recycling company!" Ian immediately cheered up from his earlier disappointment.

He realized he had acquired an exclusive trash can.

Now he was really rich.

"Damn human!"

The bull head roared in terror.

But was gagged by Ian again.

...

Returning to school.

As expected, due to Mr. White being blown to pieces, the school announced a temporary half-day holiday. Ian stuffed the oranges he had temporarily bought into his pants pocket and hummed a tune as he headed to the gym he had long been eyeing.

After Ian and most students had evacuated the school.

"Poor White, he was a good man, always sharing the best little pills with us... I mean, he really shouldn't have died so miserably."

Some teachers remained at school, helping the police with their investigation with great sadness.

He was truly sad.

"Excuse me, do you know if the deceased had any enemies?" The police obviously suspected this was a premeditated murder or a campus terrorist attack planned by some super psycho.

"Let me think, Miss Lucy seemed to have had conflicts with him. I'm not gossiping, but..." Some teachers displayed the traditional skills of workplace life.

Ready to take the opportunity to badmouth people they didn't like.

Just then, a man in a trench coat with stubble appeared at the school gate.

"Damn! I can't get in! My spirit cards were stolen by Superman not long ago! Even superheroes are utterly shameless!" Constantine instinctively reached for his pocket but couldn't find his familiar old buddy.

His expression was very annoyed.

"I really didn't want to come back! Metropolis doesn't agree with me!" Constantine looked at the campus where he had detected demonic aura and shouted at the sky like a madman.

The next moment, everything around seemed to be put on slow motion. Whether it was passersby, vehicles, or even the pattering light rain, everything seemed to start flowing through time at an extremely slow pace.

"Whoosh~"

The sound of flapping wings appeared.

A passing white person suddenly changed from white to black.

That was Constantine's old acquaintance, an angel with the correct skin color.

"You must stay here, Constantine. Darkness approaches. If you want to redeem your soul, you need to start investigating from where it rises!"

The black angel spoke seriously.

It was precisely because of His appearance that the world's operation slowed down.

"If darkness is going to rise, it'll rise from Los Angeles. Don't pretend you don't know who's in that place!" Constantine rudely and angrily confronted the angel.

"Lucifer is not the threat. The disaster we face is." The angel's tone was heavy, and his words made Constantine, who had always had sharp intuition, catch important details.

"We?"

He looked at the angel suspiciously.

The angel didn't respond.

"Do what you should do."

He just reminded him once again.

"Fine, I'll investigate what makes you high and mighty lords so afraid." Constantine sighed and chose to compromise.

His soul was his weakness.

"Good."

The angel nodded.

Constantine continued, negotiating terms. "But first, you have to guarantee Superman won't come after me anymore. He caught me in Gotham yesterday and gave me a warning!"

"Damn thief! He won't even admit to stealing my spirit cards! Lying superhero with completely corrupt morals!" Even when cursing, Constantine only dared to curse quietly.

As if the world slowing down couldn't give him much sense of security.

"You don't need to worry about Superman. He'll only teach you a lesson once." The angel smiled lightly. Constantine was still suspicious when he suddenly changed the subject.

"The child you kidnapped is the trouble you should worry about. Poor Constantine, you just have this talent of always provoking things you shouldn't provoke." The angel's golden pupils were full of pity, and this behavior made Constantine's heart jump with alarm.

A bad premonition arose.

"What do you mean?"

Constantine hurriedly asked.

"The meaning is simple... before the Lord returns, if you're caught by that boy, don't mention Heaven, don't mention me, but you can say you were deceived by Lucifer."

"Let Him go find our King of Hell. Trust that Lucifer can handle Him."

The angel spoke seriously.

"Huh?"

Before Constantine could react, he had already disappeared.

The passerby changed back to his original skin color, and the entire world resumed normal operation. Although still completely confused, Constantine also sensed something terrifying from the angel's choice of words.

"It was all Charles! He independently planned the kidnapping! I'm innocent. If I turn Charles in now, can I get a tiny bit of a chance for redemption?"

He shouted at the sky.

He got no response.

Only passersby looked at him like he was an idiot.

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