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

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Just when Constantine was at his wits' end and didn't know what else to do...

"that……"

Charles nudged his arm.

"It's not the right time, Charles!"

Constantine turned his head in annoyance, only to find Charles pointing blankly to the side—before Constantine could turn his head, a small hand had already reached out and snatched the thermos from him.

"This is impossible!"

The evil spirit's face was pressed against the transparent glass above the lid of the stainless steel thermos.

The distorted face became even more ferocious with shock, but because its soul was incomplete, it looked somewhat weak and ethereal—Ian had almost devoured most of this guy's soul.

"How is it possible... how could it come back to life?"

The evil spirit let out an incredulous roar. Not only it, but even Constantine was stunned. The boy, who had been completely black just moments before, was now standing up as if nothing had happened?

Not only was he not in danger of dying, but he also looked lively and energetic, with fair and rosy skin. He even had the strength to snatch the thermos and stared at it, mocking it fiercely.

"It's been three minutes and you've only half-dead me. You can't even wear down 0.5% of my life in a second. You little evil spirit, how ridiculous!"

Ian's tone was sarcastic and unsettling.

"You should be dead! You should... No! What the hell are you?!" The demon's scream shook the cup; it no longer wanted to treat Ian as a human.

What kind of human could be so bizarre that even a demon like it feels uneasy about it?

"Pah! You're the devil, your whole family are devils!" Ian was furious at the nun's slander and immediately began to defend himself.

"That's the magic of numbers!"

"Number!"

"Do you even know what it means for my stats to be above yours?" Ian cursed wildly while clutching his thermos and shaking it violently up, down, left, and right.

He harbored resentment and grudges.

Of course, we must retaliate fiercely.

Son of Superman.

I never hold grudges.

"I've already overcome my psychological discomfort and risked leaving a psychological scar on my young mind to eat you up, and you just ran away after I'd only eaten two-thirds of you?"

"Run! Why aren't you running now!"

Ian's hand was shaking so much that it left afterimages.

He was physically torturing the evil spirit.

The effect is not bad.

"..."

"..."

Constantine and Charles exchanged glances, both seeing the fascinating expressions on each other's faces. They seemed to finally understand why the evil spirit called Ian a damned mad boy.

"What's happening here?"

Constantine couldn't help but swallow hard.

He seemed to have realized something.

It seems the evil spirit wasn't driven out by myself?

“I don’t know either… I just said that this boy was scarier than a ghost, and now it seems that my judgment was right.” Charles couldn’t help but recall his experience in the taxi.

He's still a little scared.

"You're telling me you don't know the people you brought?" Constantine looked at his companion with suspicion, but Charles just shrugged helplessly.

“I just picked up a passenger on the street.” Charles was telling the truth, but in Constantine’s view, the probability of encountering such a truth was no less than winning the lottery.

He gave Charles a look that said, "Are you kidding me?", then turned to look at Ian, who was playing the role of a human blender. His eyes darted around, and he immediately became serious as he spoke to Ian.

“Kid, give me this evil spirit. It’s not a toy… On the contrary, it’s dangerous and requires a professional like me to handle properly.”

Constantine wanted to reclaim his spoils.

however.

"Ok?"

Ian's eyes narrowed, his expression wary. He felt this thing should be his spoils of war. "Anything that crawled out of my body belongs to me!"

"This is a matter of clear ownership. You think you can steal my property? No way! The Sun of America once said that the private property of American citizens is sacred and inviolable!" Ian said righteously while looking at his personal panel. Devouring most of the evil spirit had brought him considerable benefits.

【Spirit: 4.2】

This is an attribute that is very difficult for a berserker to obtain. This situation further strengthened Ian's idea that he should compromise and find a better "cooking" method to eat the remaining evil spirits.

As for the negative effects of [Soul Corruption]? It only slightly affects one's mind and thinking. Ian doesn't even plan to remove this negative state immediately after returning.

What is poison to others is sweet date to him.

curse?

Do not!

This is a shortcut to a higher career path for him! Who knows, if he accumulates more negative effects in the future, he can save himself the tedious work of self-torture and then self-healing every day!

What is wisdom?

This is astonishing wisdom!

Chapter 17 Temporarily Closed! Mysterious Demonic Wind!

The atmosphere inside the ruined wooden house was somewhat subtle.

Faced with the boy's self-righteous lecture.

Charles and Constantine were both somewhat bewildered.

"Who is America's Sun?" Constantine was completely bewildered. He didn't quite understand Ian's words. He could understand each word individually, but the combination of words confused him.

"Of course, it's General MacArthur."

Ian answered without hesitation. Having lived in the metropolis for so many years, he had the experience to know that Americans actually had their own "Lu Xun" (a famous Chinese writer).

In short, if you want to say something from a high vantage point, just throw it at General MacArthur, and you're sure to succeed. Very few people will question whether MacArthur actually said it.

This is not.

Constantine and Charles both suffered from a lack of education. They looked at each other in bewilderment, but neither of them questioned it. They simply felt that there was such a huge generation gap between themselves and modern young people.

"Kids these days idolize WWII heroes? It's such a difference from when we only liked long-legged beauty queens." Charles even remarked with some emotion.

Just as the two were getting caught up in Ian's words.

"Goo~"

Ian looked down at the thermos in his hand, guessing that he could at least get some attribute points from the other party. He swallowed his saliva with anticipation.

"hiss!!!"

The evil spirit was unaware of his thoughts, but that didn't mean it couldn't sense the boy's "malice." It began frantically banging on the transparent lid of the thermos.

"Constantine! Don't abandon me! You must take me with you!"

"I know many secrets of hell! I know how to redeem your soul!"

"Quick! Take me back!"

……

The evil spirit is screaming madly.

Constantine felt that the situation was becoming more and more unbelievable. He had seen a lot, but he had never seen the ghosts of hell so terrified of a human.

It's really hard to imagine.

What kind of mental state would an evil spirit need to be in to ask an exorcist for help?

"Seriously! I can help you save your soul!" The evil spirit frantically tempted Constantine. It was truly afraid. Only those who had used others as nourishment truly understood how miserable it was to become nourishment for others.

“I’m serious, you can’t escape.” Ian stuffed the thermos into his coat and looked at Constantine warily, but found that Constantine didn’t seem to have any intention of continuing to demand it back.

“Alright, it’s yours.” Constantine was not tempted by the evil spirit. Instead, after the evil spirit begged him for help, he gave up his plan to take it back from the boy.

"Ok?"

Ian was completely baffled by Constantine's sudden change in attitude.

Constantine gave him a deep look.

“Charles, there’s a poor woman who died tragically up there. We need to bury her properly just in case.” Constantine turned and walked towards the stairs.

He raised one of his hands, still bearing the marks of the burns, and thinking of the pendant the boy was wearing, the exorcist felt that the boy must have an extraordinary background.

"coming."

Charles snapped out of his daze and tried to follow him upstairs, but Ian glanced at the sky outside the window and blocked his way.

“You have to take me back.” Ian said seriously. He didn’t want to walk back to the city on his own, as it was quite a distance from here.

“Wait a minute, I need to help my friend first.” Charles didn’t refuse, but he still planned to wait until things were completely settled before sending this “special” passenger back.

"..."

Ian watched as Charles walked past him and hurried up the stairs. He glanced at his watch; if he didn't go back soon, his parents would probably worry about his safety.

Ian glanced thoughtfully at the scattered ruins. Soon, just as Constantine and Charles entered the second floor and prepared to open the door to the room with a large hole smashed in it...

"Om!!"

The roar of the car engine suddenly began.

immediately.

Charles's expression changed drastically. He frantically reached into his pocket, and although he clearly still had the keys on him, he could definitely hear the sound of his broken car starting up downstairs.

"Oops!"