SUP Chapter 66: Isn't This Also a Superpower?

If Rachel hadn't reminded him, Ian would have almost forgotten that his head was still on fire. The main reason was that the system's intermittent [Experience +1] feedback notifications really could cause selective amnesia.

"Sorry, I was wondering why Mr. White looked so terrified earlier. He must have mistaken me for a real Ghost Rider, though I think I'm more like the invincible Zoffy."

Ian somewhat reluctantly walked to the water basin that had been broken for some time.

Clear water flowed like a spring.

But it couldn't extinguish hellfire.

"Sigh~"

Seeing this, Rachel also extended her hand with complex feelings to help Ian.

Her abilities were numerous, she completely extinguished the hellfire on Ian's head in one go.

"Thank you."

Ian indeed felt much cooler. He activated his healing ability, and his hair grew out frantically, even his slightly damaged face became smooth and tender again.

The kind of smooth and tender that would make Deadpool absolutely jealous if he saw it.

"General MacArthur once said that if someone helps you, you should treat them to Häagen-Dazs, so now you only owe me nine Häagen-Dazs."

Ian regained his refreshed feeling.

But this didn't mean he didn't want free ice cream.

To this, Raven Rachel gave no response.

"Your ability is very impressive..." Rachel witnessed Ian's [Healing] method with her own eyes. Her pupils flickered slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she carefully asked.

"Is your personality a side effect of your ability?" Her way of speaking was particularly tactful, clearly having maximized her already limited language organization skills.

"You mean being very likeable? Many girls say that." Ian understood what she was trying to express. After all, he had super wisdom, so he regrettfully shrugged and responded, "Actually, I'm quite troubled by this. Every day when I come to school, I need to throw away the love letters stuffed into my desk."

He was actually telling the truth.

Rachel hesitated to speak, she truly admired the adaptability of the girls at this high school.

"What are you doing?" Rachel watched Ian rummage around the ruined classroom, mixing various chemical reagents, and was quite puzzled by the boy's behavior.

"Of course I'm destroying evidence. Mr. White taught me this. He always thought I might go to Gotham for college." Ian shook the thermos in his shirt pocket.

He knew Mr. White was a very capable chemist starting from that class.

"..."

Rachel found she wasn't surprised by this at all.

She silently watched Ian pour the mixed chemical solution on the green, rotting demon remains, then saw the boy turn back to give her some earnest reminders.

"Demons contaminated by my saliva have lost their edible value." Ian found the chemical solution had no effect and couldn't help but regret in his heart that chemistry indeed had its limits.

"No one would want to eat hellish creatures, except you." Rachel's voice was as steady as a flat line on an EKG. She raised her hand, and crimson energy poured down like a waterfall.

The demon remains instantly turned to ash.

"Indeed, magic is still more effective." Ian was somewhat envious. He also wanted to change classes to become a mage, he just didn't know if he could find Doctor Strange's corpse on the Marvel side.

DC Universe magic had particularly high costs.

Even dogs wouldn't learn it.

He mainly couldn't find a place to learn without being cheated.

"You don't know magic?"

Rachel was somewhat confused.

She strongly suspected Ian was also some hell overlord's illegitimate son, because only demons liked to devour demons, and the Death god's attitude toward this boy earlier also indicated that his background was definitely not simple.

"There will be, there will be. Once I learn the Light spell, I'll be a qualified mage." Ian found a cloth and began wiping down places throughout the classroom that he had touched.

"You should be grateful our school doesn't have surveillance."

Ian spoke with certainty to the girl behind him.

"How do you know?"

Rachel was slightly surprised.

"The principal occasionally asks me to help with her illegal income tax returns, so I know five dollars can only buy cheap plastic models. I get full scholarships every year not because I study the best."

"This is the blessing the principal gives back to me." Ian's answer once again brought long silence to the mentally strong girl. She found it hard to imagine this was something a fourteen-year-old boy should be doing.

"Gotham indeed deserves to have you."

After a long while, Rachel gave Ian extremely high praise.

"Actually, I won't go to Gotham. The Joker is there... he's slightly more terrifying than Batman by just a tiny bit." Ian didn't dislike Mr. Wayne, because that was his big financial backer.

But as a normal person.

It was reasonable for him to be wary of Gotham's real madmen.

"Mm, in limited living space, similar species will engage in mutual slaughter. This is natural law. I understand you." The stoic girl spoke expressionlessly.

Her tone had no fluctuation yet had a power that struck straight to the heart.

"Are you serious?"

Ian felt he should take the girl in front of him to see Dr. Hannibal about her brain too.

"Wee-woo-wee~"

Sharp siren sounds suddenly came from downstairs without warning.

"We should leave here."

Rachel stood by the window and looked down. Police cars and fire trucks had appeared on the campus. She turned back to look at Ian, who was still carefully wiping down every place that might have left fingerprints.

"Don't panic."

Ian wasn't in a hurry.

"Before we leave, the fire department and police won't come up. This is tradition." He was very certain about this point. This was a scientific conclusion he had reached through investigation and research.

"You're saying they're very incompetent?"

Rachel was about to agree.

The next moment, she saw Ian shake his head slightly.

"No no no, I'm actually praising them for being smart. How much salary you get per month, that's how much work you do. Only smart people can survive their probation period alive in Metropolis."

"Of course, Gotham is more terrifying. Gotham only talks about life and luck."

Ian believed statistical data would absolutely never lie.

"..."

Rachel was speechless.

She kind of wanted to refute.

But somehow felt Ian's words really made a lot of sense. Facts also proved this point. Ian cleaned for another two minutes, but no footsteps sounded from outside the hallway.

"Job done!"

Ian burned the cloth clean with fire. Of course he didn't know how to perfectly handle a crime scene, but being careful and cautious was never wrong. The fewer oversights, the better.

"Can you fly? I heard the demon call you Raven earlier." Ian's gaze focused on Rachel's back and hair, making Rachel somewhat unable to understand such attention.

"I'm not Superman, but..." Rachel took a deep breath and somewhat helplessly extended her hand to Ian, "I think I have better retreat methods than flying away from here."

She watched the curious Ian place his hand in hers.

The next moment, teleportation and dimensional crossing abilities activated.

The two people instantly disappeared from the empty classroom. And just as Ian's trusted science indicated, police and firefighters appeared one after another shortly after they left.

How to put it.

Isn't this also a kind of superpower?

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