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“Satan, the new Satan of the hammer, do you know that in the heavens of Metropolis, the only God is me... Dad!”
Ian really embodies this arrogant and domineering personality. He's not the type to rely on his father's connections, but he's already put himself in the role of the superior.
Different modes.
It should be tailored to different personalities.
Who says the DC Universe doesn't have its own massive universe? As long as you create enough aliases, you can create another one even if you ruin one's reputation. This is the essential capitalist skill of being prepared for a rainy day and making multiple bets.
With the flexible application of the Mads acting method, Ian certainly didn't need to worry about actually having a split personality. For this, he had to thank his teacher who taught him the "natural part release technique".
"Hey little punk, hurry up and get me a rope and some scaffolding." Ian could only feel grateful in his heart, even though he was really into the role, he couldn't help but sincerely praise Madison as a real superhero.
the reason is simple.
Madison was crawling around on the ground behind him, clearly trying to find his phone and rummage through the pockets of the unconscious people on the ground to get someone else's phone.
"what?"
Madison wanted to take a melancholic literary photo of herself with the caption "The world always leaves me battered and bruised," to post on social media. When she looked up at the news, a few fallen leaves were still clinging to her blond hair.
What do you need the ropes and scaffolding for?
After Ian's impressive display of power, Madison relaxed. She had no idea where the pedestrians and her own cell phone had gone, and she looked puzzled by Ian's request.
"Don't question me."
Ian tried to put on a serious face. "Remember, when I use my main account in the future, don't ask me questions that ruin my image. You can do whatever you want."
"Our ancestors can go wherever they want." He earnestly gave Madison some advice, reminding him to be mindful of how he would adjust to Madison's personality. Madison could only vaguely understand this instruction.
"Oh."
She got up from the ground and quickly searched her surroundings. Madison was used to Ian's thought process; most of the time, she felt she wasn't smart enough to keep up with the top student's thinking.
In this regard.
Madison didn't care.
After all, not being smart is a label often associated with popular Hollywood actresses. Therefore, Madison had her own unique way of understanding Ian's advice.
“Ancestors are Ian’s willful personality~” She was reciting lines and pondering the script when she suddenly felt enlightened and realized the truth.
soon.
Madison then found what Ian wanted.
She watched Ian tie the black-robed demon to the scaffolding like a sausage, but she wasn't interested. This girl from the metropolis only knew that Ian had won, and that was the end of it all.
She didn't care whether the demon lived or died.
He even kicked her a few times because he had been "hunted down" before.
This is what it means to not learn from mistakes.
Fortunately, the devil's thighs weren't as hard as Ian's calves.
“That wretched demon must have eaten everyone’s phones. Ian, can I borrow your phone for a moment?” Madison looked at Ian’s bulging pockets.
I'm a little anxious.
How could I not be anxious? This kind of thing doesn't happen every day. If I don't take a few more beautiful photos of myself looking "delicate and vulnerable," the scrapes on my arms will start to heal soon!
How else can I get attention?
How to garner sympathy on social media?
"for you."
Ian didn't ask.
He readily handed over his phone.
"Thanks!"
Madison immediately got into the zone.
She started posing in front of various ruins. Sometimes she leaned against a wrecked car at a 45-degree angle, looking up at the sky, and other times she crouched next to an exploded mailbox, making a terrified escape gesture.
What is a "green tea girl"?
That's pretty much it.
Are you all sick in the head?
The man in black robes was bound tightly, but he still couldn't help speaking, his expression twisted in pain. He couldn't help it; even as a demon, he couldn't comprehend how such a person could exist in the world.
Do you have any medicine?
Ian tentatively inquired, hoping to swindle some kind of hellish medicine, but all he got in return was a bewildered expression on the black-robed demon's face.
"If you don't have medicine, then what the hell are you talking about! Your urinary system is blown up?" Ian was extremely disappointed, feeling that the other person was deliberately mocking him, so he uttered the most vicious swear word he could express in English.
Ian was about to throw another punch.
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please stop! I can't take it anymore!" the demon pleaded, his voice trembling with tears, though he still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.
“Very well, now, I’ll ask, you answer.” Ian pulled the magic book out of his underwear—he hadn’t brought his backpack, but the elastic band of his underwear made a perfect makeshift bookshelf.
Place the book that will take up your hands below your navel.
This is an emergency solution that only a smart person could come up with.
"it is good."
The black-robed demon dared not utter another word, nodding frantically. He had probably realized Ian's ruthlessness, and even dared to steal a few more lingering glances at the book that Ian had taken from him.
"What's the use of this book?"
Ian flipped through the strange, blank magic book again. He didn't feel any connection between himself and the book, so he naturally needed to seek answers from its previous owner.
"It...it was an item that my father, the Demon King Crowley, acquired by accident. Before I came to the human world, I tricked my foolish brother into stealing it for me."
The black-robed demon stammered as he kept glancing at Ian's expression, trying to intimidate him with his name, but the effect was not as good as he had imagined.
"That Crossroads Demon? It's like the saying goes, 'When the cat's away, the mice will play.'" Ian's expression didn't change, but he couldn't help but complain. He was genuinely amazed by the unique workplace environment in Hell.
Crowley.
This name is very memorable.
Like Sam, Death, and Good Father, it is an fusion from the same universe. Originally a demon traded at the Crossroads, it later seized the opportunity and indeed became the so-called King of Hell.
"Aren't you afraid of my father..."
The black-robed demon sensed Ian's emotions and grew increasingly desperate. Ian even knew about his father's profession, yet he was increasingly unable to figure out where Ian came from.
"Let's get back to this book, and stop rambling on about other useless things." Ian patted the strangely shaped ancient book in his hand. Even though the black-robed demon had a lot of resentment in his heart, he could only give an honest answer.
"I don't know its origin, and perhaps neither my father nor my brother know it either. The only thing I'm sure of is that it seems to possess an incredible power, as incredible as that of the Creator."
"Users can write and create powers that do not belong to this world on it." The black-robed demon told the truth, because he was afraid that Ian had some ability to test whether he was lying.
The powerful beings in hell almost all possess similar abilities.
"If it were really that powerful, would I have beaten you so badly?" Ian certainly couldn't read minds, so he looked very suspicious and patted the black-robed demon's face with the book in his hand.
“Creating rules is not something that can be done out of thin air; it requires magic as a support. It is precisely because I lack enough magic to use it that I need the Witch Supreme to die.”
"Only when the Sorceress Supreme dies can I become the new Sorcerer Supreme and acquire enough powerful magic," the black-robed demon continued to maintain his composure.
Because he didn't know if Ian was testing him.
Such a seasoned old devil.
No matter how cunning they are, anything is possible.
"Tell me about the Witch Queen, and about witches in general." This was a blind spot in Ian's knowledge, so he was eager to learn; he had always been the kind of person who loved learning since he was a child.
"Okay, okay."
In an attempt to curry favor with Ian, the black-robed demon hastily began revealing information, daring not to conceal anything. Just as Ian had expected, this was a part of the story he was unaware of.
wizard.
It is one of the oldest extraordinary professions in the world. Only those with special talents can become wizards, and these talents are related to an ancient bloodline.
"Descendants of ancient gods?"
Ian pondered the black-robed demon's words repeatedly.
Savoring the information contained within.
"Yes, that's right. This is information that many people don't know. The power of wizards has the characteristic of bloodline inheritance. Every wizard controls at least one powerful bloodline power."
"Among them, manipulation of elements, mind control, astral projection, teleportation, resurrection of the dead, prophecy, and mind reading are known as the Seven Wonders of Wizardry."
The black-robed demon began to speak at length, knowing that this was his value. "Of course, wizards may have other abilities, but only these seven miracles are the key to determining the strength of a bloodline."
"Only a wizard who can simultaneously control the power of the seven wonders is the descendant whose bloodline is closest to that of the ancient gods, and this person will obtain most of the magic left behind by the ancient gods in the human world."
"That is, the so-called Supreme Wizards—in fact, perhaps because the ancient gods are female, almost all Supreme Wizards are witches without exception."
"For this reason, witches naturally possess greater magical power than wizards." The black-robed demon broadened Ian's worldview, allowing him to experience a surge of knowledge.
talking.
The black-robed demon looked at Madison, who was engrossed in taking photos not far away. "She has passed many of the miracle tests. Although not all of them, she is very close to inheriting the position of the Supreme Witch. Therefore, she is definitely the best vessel for the aging Supreme Witch."
"I can't let that happen, because it would only add to the already powerful Sorceress of the High Priestess's magic." The black-robed demon explained why he had captured Madison.
"If anyone is to be reincarnated into this world, it has to be me."
Good guy.
That's really ruthless.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t care about this kind of thing.” Ian glanced back at Madison, who, despite escaping death, was still nonchalantly taking pictures.
The girl was taking a selfie next to the wrecked police car, her blonde hair fluttering in the evening breeze. The phone camera captured the tears she deliberately squeezed out and the abrasions on her collarbone.
A perfect "battle-damaged beauty" look.
"What do you mean?"
The black-robed demon didn't quite understand Ian's words.
"You just mentioned it, right? The reason the Supreme Witch must die is that only when the Supreme Witch dies can the portion of magic she possesses be transferred to someone with bloodlines similar to the Old Gods."