What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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"It's definitely not the Wizard Supreme, right? What a piece of trash." Ian was always good at maintaining relationships with the big shots, and he was just about to reveal that he was a disciple of the Wizard Supreme, Tony.

Sudden.

A book fell from the struggling man's black robe. The book's cover was made of the skin of some kind of creature, covered with fine scales that shimmered with an eerie bluish-gray luster in the sunlight. Several lifelike black tentacles writhed restlessly around the spine, and there were even characters on it that Ian couldn't understand.

"What is this?"

Ian likes to pick up things.

So he first threw the man in black robes aside, then stepped on him as he crawled, and immediately bent down to pick up the strange book on the ground.

And the moment Ian's fingertips touched that eerie book.

The whole book suddenly started convulsing wildly, like a sock being thrown into a washing machine.

The scales on the cover "whoosh" off, revealing a pink Hello Kitty sticker underneath, and the tendrils wrapped around the spine "pat-pat" off to the ground, turning into clumps of colorful modeling clay.

Cartoon clouds and rainbow graffiti appeared on the edges of the pages, and in the very center of the cover, the grotesque demon relief had twisted into a round, yellow smiley face.

A surging, murky, yet continuously boiling light gray substance spread around the smiling face. The text on the cover also changed, coalescing into six distorted large characters.

It looks just like a child's doodle.

Ian's Magic Book

Ian found that he understood it immediately.

He blinked.

"This book even knows how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune?" Ian was quite surprised by this sudden change, while the black-robed man under his feet only glanced up.

The next moment, he froze completely, stopped struggling, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. He began to tremble all over, and his face was distorted beyond recognition.

"No, no! It's mine! It's mine!" The black-robed man's voice was extremely shrill, filled with a terrified roar, and his voice echoed throughout the entire street.

"I can't feel it anymore! I can't feel it anymore! This... no, this shouldn't be..." The black-robed man, who was originally arrogant and proud of his status as the son of hell, looked desperate.

"what happened?"

Ian flipped through the book in his hand.

Inside was a blank page filled with slightly yellowed paper.

Why didn't I feel it?

Ian frowned.

I feel like I've been tricked.

however.

The man in the black robe did not seem inclined to answer him.

This guy is just trembling.

"How could you be a demon... How could you be a demon superior to me..." Sometimes, a broken life becomes a complete broken record.

At this moment, this is exactly what the black-robed demon is like.

He was truly and utterly devastated, utterly hopeless.

I don't even dare to think about it.

As the child of the King of Hell.

What kind of demon could be superior to me?

I got stuck in traffic on my way home today.

Chapter 96: Gaining Talent Again, Imprisoning a God! [Long Chapter]

The black-robed demon is unimaginable.

What kind of terrifying hellish demon could erase its own demonic mark in an instant and seize that extremely powerful artifact in a flash?

"King of Hell...you must be a King of Hell..." The black-robed demon's fear was growing, and his muttered words might have seemed like praise to him.

however.

Who told Ian not to be a demon?

In his opinion.

Hell is full of things that call themselves the kings of hell.

This title sounds incredibly cheap.

It would be better if the Minotaur demon called him a dimensional demon god.

"I'm your father!" Ian said without hesitation, lifting the other man up and punching him twice. The curse that came out of his mouth seemed rather strange upon closer examination.

Isn't this just another instance of him criticizing himself?

It's really hard to fit into the ancestral suit; it seems I have to blame Batman's armor again. After wearing it, Ian's self-criticism became a bit ruthless.

"Pfft~"

The black-robed demon was beaten so badly by Ian that he was vomiting blood. Ian looked distressed and immediately covered the demon's mouth to prevent him from wasting his precious high-grade fuel.

The Minotaur is just a lowly minion of Hell. Its Hell blood is enough to make the Hellcat roam the earth. If it were to use the blood of the Son of Hell, it would take Ian straight to the heavens!

It's not impossible to go to the moon and verify whether Armstrong ever planted the Stars and Stripes!

"Stop throwing up, I'll beat you less next time..." Ian tried to soothe the other's emotions, but his sudden gentleness only made the black-robed demon feel a chill down his spine.

"Woooooo~"

His covered mouth was moving, as if he wanted to say something but it was indistinct.

"You promised you wouldn't throw up."

Ian slowly released his grip.

I saw.

A few more drops of blood spilled from the demon's mouth.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ian's fist slammed down again, this time aiming for the black-robed demon's head. After all, if the demon only suffered a brain hemorrhage and his skull wasn't cracked open, it wouldn't be a significant loss for him.

"Ahhh~"

The black-robed demon let out a painful howl, the black mist surrounding his body completely dissipating, and he was on the verge of death. "Didn't you say you would be gentler?!"

He couldn't help but ask a heart-wrenching question.

“Yeah, I’ve already gone lighter. I was supposed to use eight-tenths of my strength, but I’m only using seven-tenths now… Can’t you feel it?” Ian said, tapping the black-robed demon on the head again.

"This is seven-tenths of my strength."

Done.

He then struck it a second time with even more force.

"That's eight-tenths of my strength."

He did his best to prove that he was an honest and trustworthy person.

"puff……"

My head is buzzing.

The black-robed demon, feeling as if his soul was being struck, was about to vomit blood from Ian's actions, but when he saw Ian's bright and clear eyes, he quickly swallowed the blood back down.

I can tell.

As a demon.

This one is quite intelligent.

“We are all demons, we should be in this together, we should unite to fight against Heaven and God... Let me go, I promise I will do everything in my power to assist you.”

"I was reborn into the human world in this body, and I possess many powers that only wizards have. I can also make prophecies..." The black-robed demon struggled to make Ian realize his worth.

If Ian is a demon, he does have some value, since most demons cannot fully bring their power into the human world due to the rules of hell and earth.

Therefore.

Having a powerful sorcerer as an ally would make many things much easier. Unfortunately, the black-robed demon misjudged Ian's true identity from beginning to end.

"Your insults are even dirtier than when my Uncle Batman insulted my dad. How can you mistake someone as handsome as me for a demon?" Ian's fists were itching to punch.

The black-robed demon was terrified.

"I...I'm a demon too, but aren't I pretty handsome?" He quickly forced a smile, frantically defending his statement, the demon believing his emotional intelligence was maxed out.

All are unaware.

"What level are you in? Using the same word 'handsome' as me? Apart from my dad, my eldest brother, and my second brother who could regain his normal appearance if he could give up his daily routine!"

“Everyone else is just passable in appearance!” Under the black-robed demon’s shocked, aggrieved, and terrified gaze, Ian delivered several more punches to his groin.

"Ah~"

The black-robed demon's face turned pale with pain.

He felt he might as well hit himself on the head.

"Stop! Stop right now!" The black-robed demon tried to stop Ian in a fit of rage. The human body was far too weak, and the vital parts were indeed far too vulnerable.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Ian delivered a thunderous slam to the demon's head. Even a high-level demon bound in a human body couldn't withstand such a blow, and a large bump visibly bulged on its head.

They're not even as durable as low-level demons like the Minotaur.

"Damn it!" The black-robed demon was still shaken. Luckily, the bulge in his body wasn't in a vital area, otherwise it would have hurt terribly. He was so frightened that he completely lost his guard.

“My father is the new Satan of Hell, the great King of Hell. You don’t want to offend a new god of Hell!” Words that sounded like a plea but also carried a hint of threat came from the sausage-shaped mouth of the black-robed demon.

His mouth seems much tougher than his face.

"The New Satan?"

Ian knew from the name that he didn't seem like a proper demon.