SUP Chapter 63: Demon! It Must Melt in Your Mouth!

To be honest, the face fruit really does exist.

"Hm?"

Although the Death god didn't take the money, she also didn't scold Ian for his behavior. She just felt the oppressive aura emaninating from Ian's body and stared at him with suspicion and uncertainty for a long while.

"I'll leave this to you."

The female Death god seemed to think of something and lowered her head somewhat fearfully, bowing deeply to Ian before completely disappearing into the smoke-filled classroom.

"Done."

Ian stuffed the remaining hundred dollars into his pants pocket, doing so openly and righteously, after all, activating the face fruit naturally required a broker's fee.

"You still say you're not a Death god?"

The girl regained her ability to move in that instant.

She stared at Ian expressionlessly.

"No, today I'm Face Superman." Ian felt this title seemed slightly inferior to Stockings Superman, but it wasn't a big deal since he could become other versions of Superman in the future.

"Should I say thank you to you?" The girl moved her wrists slightly, still expressionless, but finally there was a hint of emotion in her eyes.

"You actually know how to say thank you! You're definitely the most polite person I've met this year!" Ian praised with amazement, then silently added three points of favorability for the girl in his heart.

"Rachel Roth."

The girl suddenly introduced herself.

"Oh, I met another Roth last night too, but she seemed to be an AI person." Ian still couldn't find corresponding information, but he did remember Trigon.

One of the most powerful demons in the interdimensional world, possessing enough power to rule the multiverse, but sealed for reasons that those who know understand.

"AI person?"

The blue-haired girl Rachel fell silent for a moment.

"Is it useful?"

Her sudden question left Ian somewhat speechless.

"Great question. I'll have to ask tonight to find out. For now, let's talk about my chemistry teacher." Even Ian had moments when he couldn't handle things. He turned to look at Mr. White, who was still curled up in the corner trembling.

"Ian, Ian, you remember how good the teacher was to you, right? Last semester I even gave you an extra 5 points on your lab grade." Mr. White forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"I remember."

Ian nodded.

"I had my grade control down perfectly. Those extra five points made me first again, and I lost five hundred dollars betting on it." Of course he wouldn't forget such a huge financial loss.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mr. White's entire body stiffened, and he had a very bad premonition. Just then, the girl Rachel walked up to the pitiful chemistry teacher.

"How did you contact Trigon?"

Her voice was like ice water sliding over metal.

Upon hearing this, White swallowed.

"It... it was the demon who approached me first!"

He suddenly became agitated. "I got cancer and tried every treatment method. I even went to a Gypsy witch in the end! But that fraud took my money and ran!"

"And when I was at my most desperate, I heard whispers in my ear saying they could give me new life. I had no idea it was a demon! If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have believed such nonsense!"

"Despicable, shameless, hateful, evil... I was just deceived by the demon." Mr. White's voice was full of gritted teeth, as if he and the demon were mortal enemies.

Ian thought the demon really was hateful after hearing this.

"That's my father."

Rachel calmly interrupted Mr. White's rambling.

"..."

White's expression instantly froze, as if someone had pressed pause.

"But then again, demons aren't all bad, right? Like your father, I think he must really be trying to help me."

"Even if he's a demon, he's a good demon." It must be said that even without a brain, Mr. White's thinking was still quick. With only his soul remaining, he immediately began changing his attitude.

"We're mortal enemies."

Rachel continued to maintain her calm and concise manner.

Upon hearing this, Ian felt bad for Mr. White, and Mr. White himself must have felt even worse. His face twitched twice and he completely gave up on expression management.

"Just kill me!"

The chemistry teacher even forgot he was already dead.

Ian timely reminded him of this fact and mentioned that he had even counted how many pieces White had been blown into when he died, believing he could make some informational contribution to subsequently piecing together a relatively complete corpse.

"..."

Mr. White experienced what it meant to feel worse than death.

"Forget it, let me see for myself what's so special about you that's worth my demon father's attention." Rachel half-crouched and extended her hand.

This girl seemed to have mind-reading abilities, and strange runes lit up on her forehead simultaneously. Just as her hand was about to touch Mr. White's soul.

"Hm?"

Rachel discovered someone was pulling at her clothes.

The force was getting stronger.

She didn't turn around.

"Are hormones making you lose control of yourself?" The girl just calmly said this to the boy behind her who was perhaps two years younger.

Pretty cold humor.

Ian didn't appreciate it.

"Um... Rachel, right? You don't need to wonder where daddy went. Your dad seems to have come looking for you himself?" Ian's uncertain voice sounded behind Rachel.

Rachel's pupils suddenly contracted.

She turned around, immediately looking in the direction Ian was pointing, on the ground, Trigon's symbol was emitting an ominous red light, and some creature was trying to break through the dimensional barrier.

"Just his minions, he can't get out." Rachel made this judgment and relaxed slightly, but still stood up and warily watched the ground where some kind of material exchange was taking place.

The girl's eyes flickered.

The gem on her forehead became increasingly brilliant.

Ian, who had discovered he couldn't wipe away those patterns on the ground, came around indignantly and was somewhat amazed seeing this scene. He just thought the way her eyes lit up was indeed quite cool.

"No wonder so many people like the Sharingan." Ian also wanted to have his own red-eye disease, but unfortunately, he could only make clumsy imitations of these red-eye disease enthusiasts.

"I have it too."

Ian got his wish.

"Hm?"

Rachel looked at Ian's face.

Her expression became somewhat strange. There was no helping it, even the most expressionless girl couldn't keep it together now. The girl was certain that Ian's red eyeballs were just burst capillaries.

"Rumble~"

A violent sound appeared, the floor shook.

A demon nearly two meters tall with curved horns actually slowly climbed out of a pool of chemical solution, as if the chemical solution connected to another world below.

"Raven."

The demon's low voice was full of malice. It moved its neck, making teeth-grinding "crack crack" sounds. "Your great father has me ask you on his behalf..."

Some acts just can't be finished.

After making such an imposing entrance, before the demon could finish speaking, it saw a human boy rush up to it and jump up to deliver an uppercut to its chin.

"Bang!"

The demon's head jerked back violently.

It was stunned for a moment.

Then came endless fury, "You should fear me! Submit to me! Human, I am a demon! My life is superior to yours!" The horned demon had just repositioned its twisted jaw and roared angrily when it saw Ian throw another punch.

"I'm also a rapper! Did I say anything? Did I show off?" Ian grabbed a half-melted fire extinguisher nearby and swung it in a full circle, smashing it into the demon's face.

Physical damage was actually effective.

The demon's face deformed and it stumbled and fell to the ground. Before it could react, it felt someone riding on top of it, desperately trying to stuff something into its mouth.

"This works too?"

Rachel, who had been worried for a moment, instantly felt her worldview somewhat collapse. She just stared blankly as Ian rode on top of the demon, constantly trying to stuff a pendant into the demon's mouth. Both she and the demon might not understand such behavior, but only Ian knew what he was doing.

"Godfather! Save me! Save me! I want to become stronger!" Ian shouted for help while fiercely pounding the demon's temples. In order to taste the delicious melt-in-your-mouth treat, he actually showed signs of explosive growth.

Family Hero?

No!

A foodie!

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