SUP Chapter 35: Confidence from the Curse! Outside Help?

The pendant really responded!

The icon on the status bar changed.

Its name changed too.

This could only be the big shot’s response. The Death Knight had clearly done something, upgrading Ian’s [Death Knight Kin] status to [Death Knight Devotee].

It seemed like a small difference, but… was there actually any difference?

Ian, full of anticipation, stared at the icon, his expression freezing. The [Death Knight Devotee] icon still showed no status buffs.

It just sat there on his status bar.

Like a transparent placeholder.

Just like the previous [Death Knight Kin].

“Uh, where’s my immortality?” Ian, unwilling to give up, picked up the pendant again. “Godfather, if that’s too much, how about a monthly immortality package?”

He poured his heart into the plea.

But the pendant didn’t budge.

Ian’s bargaining got no response.

“At least give me a negative effect to prove you were here!” he said, lowering his expectations further. Still, the pendant’s other end remained silent.

The Death Knight was too aloof.

Ian wasn’t sure if the big shot didn’t want to or couldn’t respond. If his memory was correct, wasn’t the Death Knight imprisoned by God?

The world’s mishmash.

Ian wasn’t sure if that backstory still applied. As he sighed, feeling his mood ride an emotional rollercoaster, thoroughly toyed with, a voice spoke.

“What exactly are you…” Tessa’s tone carried a hint of fear, not just because Ian could harm them, but because she suddenly felt an oppressive force from him that made her suffocate.

Maybe Ian’s status bar only changed an icon’s name. But for Tessa, she clearly sensed Ian becoming something that made her tremble.

She hadn’t felt this before!

Now, she realized she couldn’t even look into Ian’s eyes. This terrifying situation made her feel she might be facing a great horror.

Everything before, was just him toying with her.

This could explain why he could see reapers—this boy might not be human at all! At this thought, Tessa’s expression grew increasingly uncertain.

“This! You don’t recognize it?” Ian frowned, pulling out the pendant and shaking it. He’d hoped the two reapers could clarify what it was. Sadly, Andrew, the reaper rolling on the floor, was still curled like a shrimp, clutching his groin, battling the pain of shattered pride.

As for Tessa, now cowering in the corner, suddenly frail, she stared at Ian’s pendant for a long time, her forced-calm face showing only confusion and bewilderment.

“No wonder you’ve lived who-knows-how-long and are still just reapers! Clearly, you lack ambition and the drive to improve!” Ian sighed with heartfelt emotion.

Then, straightening his expression, he continued.

“Look at me, learn from me. At just fourteen, I’m already favored by my godfather. Oh, in case you don’t get it, let me explain: my godfather is actually your…” Ian was about to borrow divine prestige for his grand debut, cementing his shamelessly claimed status.

However, the universe’s will might have decided this wasn’t a flex for an ordinary NPC.

Footsteps echoed chaotically from afar.

“Over there!”

A nurse’s sharp voice pierced the corridor.

“That boy talking to the air! Poor kid, he must be having a mental breakdown!” Her voice carried pity and a touch of tension.

Five white coats pushed a restraint bed, charging toward him. The lead doctor held a sedative, while the head nurse, a black woman, ran with open arms, shouting soothingly.

“Don’t be afraid, kid! We’ll contact your parents!” Her voice was gentle, but the binding ropes in her hands made Ian doubt her kindness.

“Damn it!”

Seeing the doctors and nurses closing in, Ian dearly missed Fake Tessa’s world-freezing ability. If they caught him, would he be okay?

“I’m not freaking mental… I only have a tiny bit of mental illness!” Ian knew he couldn’t convince them, so he turned and bolted without hesitation.

Seeing this, the two invisible reapers sighed in relief. Tessa helped her recovering colleague up, only then realizing she’d missed her window to guide the soul.

In the room, the doctors and nurses were too busy to notice the chaos outside.

…

He ran.

They chased.

Thanks to his 5.8 Strength and 4.7 Constitution, far exceeding normal human limits by five times, Ian avoided a hopeless fate.

How to put it?

The doctors and nurses would need wings to catch him. Ian didn’t head for the stairs but the window, flipping out and leaping from the sixth floor.

Blessed.

No, cursed, jumping off a building was nothing to fear. But the ordinary doctors and nurses couldn’t know that.

“That kid killed himself!”

“Oh no! It’s the sixth floor!”

“We’re done! That cute boy’s face is gonna be smashed! I remember him! He’s Stan Lee from Brewster High! A campus reporter!”

Seeing Ian dive out the window, the nurses and doctors cried out in panic. The nurse who’d spoken to him recognized his fake identity.

“Quick! Get down there! Maybe we can save him! At least… salvage some organs?” Amid the chaotic shouts, the doctors made the most optimistic guess. They rushed to the elevator, somehow faster than when they’d tried to help Ian.

Meanwhile, Ian landed with a thud, butt-first, relatively smoothly, but the pain made him gasp. Negative statuses piled up in his vision.

His Anger Value surged to half.

[Severe Bodily Damage, EXP +5]

Ian’s pelvis was shattered.

His femur and several ribs were broken too.

Luckily, his strong constitution kept him from splattering. Otherwise, he’d have to lick up his own blood—not for the nutrients, but to avoid leaving DNA for anyone to collect. As an ordinary NPC in this world, Ian felt he had to be cautious.

Like the sewage plant clue, he had no intention of risking himself. For outside help, Ian had already decided last night who to seek.

Someone that is very strong, very capable. Unlike other superheroes, this person would genuinely, wholeheartedly help him… or rather, help Superman, with less than seven days left.

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