SUP Chapter 62: Connections Are Still Useful After All

The chemistry classroom after the explosion was filled with smoke. The academic building seemed to have caught fire.

Ian saw two people having a heated argument by the classroom window. He was greatly curious, there was actually someone else like him who could see those Death gods in the invisible realm?

Could it be that his foster father had another foster daughter!

Thinking of this, Ian suddenly became spirited. This drama was getting more and more interesting!

"Don't move from here, I'll bring you back some oranges later." Ian turned to Madison beside him, who had already taken out her phone to frantically take photos, hoping to get a wave of traffic on social media. After reminding her, he immediately ran toward the academic building, afraid that running too slowly would make him miss the most exciting part.

"I don't want oranges! Bring me back some of Mr. White's morphine!" Madison shouted at Ian's retreating figure. This delinquent girl's attention was focused on video shooting. Poor academic performance didn't mean she wasn't a smart girl, so she not only knew Ian wanted to watch the show up close but also knew what was most valuable in the chemistry teacher's classroom.

Madison didn't use those prohibited substances, but those prohibited substances could make her show off big time in front of her friends.

"No problem!"

When money wasn't mentioned, Ian was still very willing to help his friends. The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with burnt odor hit him in the face as he ran against the flow of screaming and fleeing people in the academic building toward the chemistry classroom.

Teachers passed by without asking what he was doing. They were too busy saving their own lives to care about other students. This was America's national condition, which is why Hollywood movies praised those few sparks of moral brilliance. Helping others? In some places people would consider it a simple gesture, while in other places it could already be called heroic.

Outside the smoke-filled classroom, Ian poked his head inside slightly. He saw two women.

One was a female Death god in black uniform with an unfamiliar face, not the old acquaintance Tessa. The other was a blue-haired girl whose hair was still gleaming in the sunlight from the window.

She had a delicate face with strange tattoos on her forehead, pale skin, and deep purple clothes that made her whole person look more cold. Ian searched his memory but had no information about this girl.

"Maybe she's a character with low popularity?"

Ian pondered in his heart.

In the classroom, the ground was covered with debris from the explosion. Some chemical substances were still slowly flowing on the ground, as if slowly gathering together to outline some pattern.

But no one noticed.

"This man made a deal with Trigon. I need to know the reason from him." The girl stared expressionlessly at the female Death god. In the corner of her finger was curled a transparent soul.

Yes, Ian could also see this soul. It was his unfortunate chemistry teacher, Mr. Walter White.

"Trigon wouldn't take notice of such an ordinary person." The blue-haired girl's tone carried some certainty, brief and clear, obviously feeling there was some conspiracy behind this matter.

"I'm not ordinary!"

Mr. White defended himself from the corner.

"Terminally ill, made a deal with a demon, obtained a new life as a major drug lord, this is as ordinary as planets in the universe." The girl spoke with a completely flat tone.

"..."

Mr. White was rendered speechless.

"I'm a good person... I did it all for my family, wanting to leave money for my family..." Mr. White stammered, trying to argue for where his soul belonged.

"Only people who don't sign contracts with demons are called good people, like me." The blue-haired girl paused, "No, I'm not either. Who told me my dad is a demon."

This cold humor carried a slightly self-mocking tone. However, Mr. White couldn't feel the drama in it.

"Special girl, I sympathize with your situation, but this soul has already been marked. I must take it away." The brown-haired female Death god was also very determined in her attitude.

"You're making decisions harmful to this world, more foolish than me." The blue-haired girl's tone was equally flat as she openly expressed her opinion to the female Death god.

"Death gods never need to concern themselves with the problems of Hell lords." The female Death god smiled softly and stepped forward to take away Mr. White. Seeing the blue-haired girl make a move, she also raised her hand for the first time.

"What did you do to me?"

The blue-haired girl suddenly found she couldn't move and frowned slightly.

"I'm fulfilling my duty."

The female Death god gave a response and reached out her hand toward Mr. White, however, Mr. White didn't feel this kindness and hesitantly didn't respond to the Death god.

"Come, don't be afraid. Death is just a new beginning."

The female Death god spoke softly to comfort him.

Their profession also had rules to follow, the people they were to take away needed to be willing, and only then could they take away souls that shouldn't remain in the mortal world.

"I need to achieve my purpose, even if I have to bear certain charges." The immobilized blue-haired girl's forehead lit up with red light, and her eyes instantly turned red.

The atmosphere was tense. The Death god was on high alert. The temperature in the air began to drop rapidly.

"Wow, your forehead is so bright." A hand suddenly reached over and grabbed the blue-haired girl's forehead, as if trying to directly dig out the "gem" that was lighting up on her forehead.

[Dark Erosion]

[Berserker experience +3]

A voice rang in Ian's ear. Ian got the "offense" reward he wanted. He didn't know who the girl was, but he could feel that the power lighting up on the girl's forehead was very dangerous.

And he liked dangerous things.

"Sorry, didn't wake up properly. Thought I found my lost big gem..." Ian smiled at the expressionless girl whose eyes had gone out and was staring at him.

"Who are you? Even more restless hands than me?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes.

"A passerby melon-eater who doesn't want to give his name." Ian grinned. He turned to look at the chemistry teacher in the corner and waved at Mr. White in greeting.

"Hi, Mr. White, you look in good spirits!"

The enthusiastic greeting only got Mr. White to curl up more in the corner, he knew Ian wasn't quite normal, but didn't expect him to be abnormal to such an eerie degree.

He had become a ghost and the other party could still see him?

"Are you also a Death god?" Actually, the blue-haired girl also couldn't understand Ian's situation. People eroded by her power wouldn't laugh so brilliantly.

To the girl's inquiry, "I'm not."

Ian shook his head.

"I can see that you won't get to the hair-pulling stage. You're no match for her. This is normal - Death gods are all black-clothed people. Now it's the black lives matter version."

"Black clothes are also black."

He reached out to rummage through the girl's pocket.

"What are you doing?"

The girl who still hadn't completely broken free from her restraints frowned. She watched her wallet being taken out by Ian, then watched Ian open the wallet and walk toward the female Death god.

"I'm actually quite curious about the Trigon situation she mentioned." Ian counted out two hundred dollars, pocketed one hundred himself, then handed one hundred to the Death god.

"Have some tea, no rush."

Ian could see the girl wasn't his foster sister, but this didn't prevent him showing his warm heart, well, he was greedy for the magic power from the boss-level demon on the girl's forehead.

So, face fruit! Activate!

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