American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 63 The Demon! It must melt in your mouth!
Say something.

The fruit of saving face is real.

"Ok?"

Although Death did not accept the money, she did not reprimand Ian either. She simply felt the pressure emanating from Ian and stared at him with suspicion for a long time.

"I'll leave this to you."

As if she had thought of something, the female Grim Reaper lowered her head in fear, bowed deeply to Ian, and then disappeared into the smoke-filled classroom.

"It's done."

Ian stuffed the remaining hundred into his pocket, doing so openly and confidently, since he needed a commission to activate his "face-saving fruit."

"You still insist you're not Death?"

In that instant, the girl regained her mobility.

She stared at Ian expressionlessly.

"No, today I'm Face Superman." Ian felt that this title was slightly inferior to Pantyhose Superman, but it didn't matter. He could be other versions of Superman in the future.

"Should I thank you?" The girl moved her wrist slightly, her face still expressionless, but a hint of emotion finally flickered in her eyes.

"You even know how to say thank you! You're definitely the most polite person I've met this year!" Ian exclaimed in surprise, then silently added three points of goodwill to the girl in his mind.

"Rachel Ross".

The girl suddenly introduced herself.

“Oh, I also saw a Rose last night, but she seemed to be an AI.” Ian still couldn’t find the corresponding information, but he did remember Sangu Ma.

One of the most powerful demons in the other dimension, possessing the power to rule the multiverse, but for reasons you all understand, it is sealed away.

"AI human?"

The blue-haired girl, Rachel, paused for a moment.

"easy to use?"

Her sudden question left Ian speechless.

“That’s a great question. I’ll have to ask him tonight. Let’s talk about my chemistry teacher for now.” Even Ian had his moments of weakness. He turned to look at Mr. White, who was still huddled in the corner, trembling.

“Ian, Ian, do you still remember how good your teacher was to you? Last semester I even gave you an extra 5 points for the lab.” Mr. White forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"remember."

Ian nodded.

"I had been controlling my score really well, but those extra five points put me back in first place, and I lost five hundred dollars betting on them." Of course, he wouldn't forget such a huge financial loss.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mr. White froze, a terrible premonition creeping over him. Just then, the girl Rachel walked up to the poor chemistry teacher.

"How did you manage to contact Sangu Mako?"

Her voice was like ice water gliding through metal.

Hear the words.

White swallowed hard.

"It was...it was that demon who came to me on his own!"

He suddenly became agitated, "I have cancer, and I've tried every treatment imaginable, even a Gypsy witch! But that swindler just ran off with my money!"

"And just when I was at my most desperate, I heard a whisper in my ear, saying it could give me a new life. I had no idea it was a demon! If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have believed such a monster!"

“Despicable, shameless, hateful, evil… I have been bewitched by the devil.” Mr. White’s voice was filled with venom, as if he were mortal enemies with the devil.

Even Ian thought the devil was truly despicable.

That's my father.

Rachel calmly interrupted Mr. White's incessant chatter.

"..."

White's expression froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"However, on the other hand, not all demons are bad, right? For example, your father, I think he was definitely helping me out of kindness."

"Even if he's a demon, he's a good demon." It has to be said that even though Mr. White has lost his brain, his thinking is still quick; with only his soul remaining, he immediately began to change his attitude.

however.

"We have a mortal feud."

Rachel continued to speak in a calm and concise manner.

Hear the words.

Ian felt sorry for Mr. White, but Mr. White himself must have felt even worse. His face twitched twice, and he completely gave up trying to control his expression.

"Just kill me!"

The chemistry teacher even forgot that he was dead.

Ian reminded him of this fact at the opportune moment, adding that he had even counted how many pieces he had been blown to pieces when he died, believing it would certainly contribute some information to piecing together a relatively intact body later. "..."

Mr. White experienced what it meant to be worse than death.

"Fine, let me see for myself what's so special about you that makes my devilish father take notice." Rachel crouched down and extended her hand.

The girl seemed to have the ability to read minds; strange runes lit up her forehead. And just as her hand was about to touch Mr. White's soul...

"Ok?"

Rachel noticed that her clothes were being pulled.

His strength is increasing.

She didn't look back.

"Are your hormones making you lose control?" the girl asked calmly to the boy behind her, who was perhaps two years younger than her.

It's a rather dry humor.

Ian was not impressed.

“Um… Rachel, right? You don’t need to worry about where your dad went. It seems your dad came looking for you on his own?” Ian’s uncertain voice sounded behind Rachel.

Rachel's pupils contracted sharply.

Turn around and look back.

He immediately looked in the direction Ian was pointing—on the ground, the symbol of the Three Palaces Demon was emitting an ominous red light, and some kind of creature was trying to break through the dimensional barrier.

“He’s just a lackey; he can’t get out.” Rachel made her assessment and breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she still stood up and looked warily at the ground where some kind of material interaction was taking place.

The girl's eyes sparkled.

The gem on her forehead shone even brighter.

Ian, frustrated that he couldn't wipe off the patterns on the ground, circled back and was somewhat amazed by what he saw. He thought the other person's eyes were indeed quite handsome.

"No wonder so many people like the Sharingan." Ian also wanted to have his own red-eye disease, but unfortunately, he could only clumsily imitate these red-eye enthusiasts for now.

"I have it too."

Ian got what he wanted.

"Ok?"

Rachel looked at Ian's face.

Her expression turned somewhat strange. There was no way around it; even the most expressionless girl would break down at this moment. The girl was certain that Ian's red eyes were just caused by many ruptured capillaries.

And just then.

"Boom~"

A loud noise occurred.

The floor shook.

A demon, standing two meters tall with curved bull horns, slowly crawled out of a pool of chemical solution, as if the solution led to another world.

"Raven."

The demon's deep voice was filled with malice. It cracked its neck, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound. "Your great father asked me to ask you on his behalf..."

Some people are just being difficult.

Actually, it can't be filled up completely.

After making a menacing entrance, before the demon could even finish speaking, a human boy rushed up in front of it, jumped up, and delivered an uppercut to its chin.

"boom!"

The demon's head snapped back.

It was momentarily stunned.

Then came endless anger.

"You should fear me! Submit to me! Human, I am a demon! My life is above yours!" The horned demon had just straightened his crooked jaw and roared angrily when he found Ian throwing another punch at him.

"I'm a rapper, you idiot! Did I say that? Did I show off?" Ian grabbed a half-melted fire extinguisher from the side and swung it around, smashing it into the devil's face in front of him.

Physical damage really works.

The demon's face contorted, and it stumbled and fell to the ground. Before it could react, it felt someone straddling it, frantically stuffing something into its mouth.

"Is this okay?"

Rachel, who had been on tenterhooks, suddenly felt her worldview crumbling. She just stared blankly as Ian straddled the demon, trying to stuff a pendant into its mouth. Neither she nor the demon understood their actions; only Ian knew what he was doing.

"Godfather! Save me! Save me! I want to become stronger!" Ian cried out for help while pounding the demon's temples. He was showing signs of going into overdrive in his quest for that melt-in-your-mouth delicacy.

Family Hero?
Do not!
He's a gourmet!

[P.S.: Dear readers, I encountered some great authors this week, and I couldn't keep up with the pace of their updates, so I crashed. I'll have to wait until next week's competition to finally get a recommendation. I'm begging for your continued reading during the new book period. I'll try my best to save up as many chapters as possible, and I'll update intensively for a month after it's released. I'll write and update more, and I promise you'll have plenty of quality content.]

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