American comics: Random transformations

"Creating a clone is easy, but how do you control it? This thing isn't like an ultimate lifeform. If you mess it up and create a terrible guy, that wouldn't be good!

Should I replicate it like in Dragon Ball? Find a kind-hearted guy and let it eat him!

That… that's not necessary, is it! Being kind isn't a capital offense. And there are already enough bad guys in this world; let's leave a few good people!

This is tricky…"

Buu Xiaoban squatted on the ground, pondering…

After a moment, he decided to forget it. There are so many bad people in this world that it's unbelievable. What if the Majin Buu he creates gets a craving and eats an evil person? If something goes wrong, it's no different from screwing himself over. And this world doesn't have the all-powerful Dragon Balls to help.

"Forget it, there are plenty of good roles. Let's just seal this thing away!"

Buu Xiaoban chose to undo the transformation and change back into Tian Xiaoban.

…

"Bang!"

A sudden, muffled thud occurred not far from Tian Xiaoban.

There, a piece of the ground had caved in. Looking at the shape of the depression, it was exactly the imprint of a giant fist.

A demon with a goldfish head was embedded in the cracks of the rocks. Judging by the protruding bone spurs all over his body, he clearly didn't grow that way naturally.

A red figure stood in mid-air, its red aura as substantial as a physical form, its terrifying presence pressing down on everything here.

Even Tian Xiaoban was feeling the pressure of that power.

"Holy crap! Super Saiyan God! How did this thing appear! Does that mean there are six Super Saiyans here!"

Tian Xiaoban was dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes.

Why did a red-haired Saiyan suddenly appear!

No, wait, that guy is Garfield! Holy crap, why did Garfield become a Super Saiyan God!

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy? Did the Dragon Ball universe merge in? Does this hell have the souls of Dragon Ball Saiyans?

Small brain, big questions.

Leviathan, embedded in the rock crevices, was bleeding all over. His expression showed no panic or fear, only mad envy and jealousy!

He wanted it so badly, wanted to turn the other party into his own!

What a perfect form. If only he hadn't blown up that puppet so early. What a pity, what a pity!

Saiyan God Garfield strictly adhered to the principle of not letting villains talk too much. A blue compressed energy ball condensed in his palm, enveloped in a red aura, and he launched it directly downwards!

Classic finishing move: Kamehameha!

Watching the approaching blue light, Leviathan revealed a brilliant smile. He shouted at Garfield: "You are mine!"

Boom— — — — — —!

The ground was directly pierced through, the hard rocks shattered, and the energy ball advanced downwards irresistibly.

Even though Saiyan God Garfield had reduced the power, that energy blast still went down hundreds of meters.

Then, it exploded!

The hole that was blasted out became the place where a lava geyser erupted!

Hell lava soared into the sky, erupting to a height of at least a thousand meters, scattering naturally like fireworks, creating a small-scale lava rain.

"Holy crap!"

Tian Xiaoban hurriedly circulated his energy to resist, electric currents flashing under his feet. Relying on his speed, he dodged the scorching lava rain.

Of course, he ran as far away as possible. Getting burned by this was no joke.

— — — — — — — — — —

Fifty thousand meters away, another high-level demon suddenly fell to the ground, dying peacefully.

As the other high-level demons were about to approach, the fallen high-level demon suddenly exploded!

The ferocious whale-headed demon grabbed the approaching high-level demons and refined them instantly!

With the replenishment of these soul powers, the power of the Hell Lord, Leviathan, returned once again!

This time, it seemed that Saiyan God Garfield had blown up Leviathan, but that was not the case. He had self-destructed in the last second of being attacked!

Therefore, according to the judgment of the rules of Hell, Leviathan had not lost! The power of the sin of [Jealousy] was still on him!

"It doesn't matter, rookie demon. We'll play slowly. You have so many clones, you certainly won't mind sending me a few! Jie jie jie jie…"

Chapter 113 Recent Absurd Events in the Human World (Thirteen)

Human World.

The outskirts of San Francisco.

John Constantine was holding a magical ritual.

Not an exorcism ritual, but his specialty: summoning demons. He wanted to pull out a high-level demon from Hell to trade for some internal information.

To inquire about the recent situation in Hell, and also to ask if there was something wrong with the recent demons.

Why did they suddenly lose the smell of sulfur on their bodies, and instead have a smell of mala spicy pot?

Normal Hell demons have a foul-smelling sulfur odor. As a professional demon summoner, Constantine had long been accustomed to that smell. The sudden change of smell made him very uncomfortable.

Moreover, in his recent exorcism activities, he always smelled a strong and dazzling spicy smell.

Also, the various abnormal demons he encountered clashed greatly with the demon knowledge he had learned, and the magic he used for exorcism often failed.

Even the few mid-level demons that Constantine had previously contracted with had mysteriously disappeared, and the directional summoning arrays also frequently failed. In this situation, either those few Hell demons had already come to the human world, or they had already died in Hell.

Therefore, Constantine came to this deserted place, intending to summon a high-level great demon to inquire about the situation in Hell.

The demon summoning array he painted with oil paint was ignited by the nearly extinguished cigarette butt in his hand.

He muttered in his mouth:

"Minions of the unknown Hell Lord, I summon you here. Answer me. For this, I have prepared the necessary sacrifices.

Come out, demon!"

Well, this is a random high-level summoning array. Constantine snatched it from the hands of a cult priest. Compared with normal summoning spells, the summoning conditions for this thing are very simple.

If you compare the territories managed by those demon lords to prize pools, then summoning demons is like drawing a lottery.

The division of each Original Sin power can be considered a limited prize pool, but the limited summoning formations for those demon lords summoned through targeted summoning are now completely useless.

Especially those few demons who had a "good relationship" with Constantine, none of them have responded anymore.

Therefore, he can only use unknown summoning formations to forcibly pull a demon out.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

In the fiercely burning formation, a succubus with a body covered in chili peppers walked out of the formation.

She recognized the summoner at a glance: "Hmm? You're Constantine. Sigh, what a waste of my time."

Constantine was first stunned for a moment, surprised that she recognized him.

Then, he said with delight:

"That's right, baby, it's me!

Oh ho ho, I didn't expect there to still be succubi around? I thought the treasures of hell were about to disappear.

But, aren't you succubi supposed to wear revealing outfits? How come… you're covered in chili peppers?"

The succubus covered in chili peppers curled her lip dismissively: "You are the most treacherous magician in the human world, selfish, stingy, and good at deceiving people.

What do you want? If not, I'm leaving!"

Constantine immediately pulled out three empty wine bottles from his trench coat pocket, with six dark souls howling inside.

"Wait, wait! I want to ask a few questions, and if your answers satisfy me, I'll give you all of these."

The succubus stopped and put away her disgusted expression, she replied with a smile: "Okay, I'll make a contract, one question, one soul."

"No way! I'll make the contract. I also understand the language of demons. I've already written the contract, take a look."

Constantine took out the prepared parchment contract and threw the scroll towards the succubus.

The succubus's magic caught the scroll, and with a wave of her hand, the scroll automatically opened.

After carefully reading the contents of the contract, the succubus felt it was quite normal, so she signed her name at the bottom of the contract: Kalliste.

The scroll began to burn, and suddenly a sticker fell from the burning scroll.

The succubus Kalliste's forehead instantly bulged with veins.

That sticker was the curve on top of the number 6. Removing that curve leaves only 0.

"F*ck, you dare to trick me!"

"Hey, don't be so violent!" Constantine said with a grin, throwing a wine bottle in his hand over.

The succubus Kalliste caught the wine bottle, and after looking at the two painful and twisted souls inside, she raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by this?"

Constantine, with his left hand not holding anything, put it into his trench coat pocket, already holding a magical artifact that could instantly suppress high-level demons:

"I never trust you demons, it's better for me to have the initiative in the contract.

Heh heh, since you signed the contract, you will definitely answer the questions, and I will give you souls according to your answers, you won't lose out, will you?"

The succubus would be losing out, she originally thought she would get six souls, but the number on the contract became zero, not only did she lose out, but she also had to give information.

Constantine wasn't stupid either, the information would definitely be a mix of truth and falsehood, now that the initiative was in his hands, with a carrot and stick and a bit of deception, he might be able to trick out all the real information with just two souls, he wouldn't lose out!

Although the calculator in his heart was about to smoke, Constantine still showed a sunny smile.

That charm comparable to a succubus was displayed, making the female succubus on the opposite side stunned.

The succubus Kalliste frowned, thought for a while: 'Forget it, as long as there's a gain, this trip won't be in vain.'

"Ask away!"

Constantine began to recount his recent encounters: "In my exorcisms these past few days, I've discovered a type of… unfamiliar demon. I'd like to ask, is there a problem with one of the lords of hell?"

The succubus Kalliste said: "The lords of hell have already been reshuffled, the older generation of demons has been almost completely killed by the new demon lords."

Constantine pondered, 'So that's how it is, a new demon lord has risen, no wonder there are monsters that look like food turned into spirits.'

"Oh, never mind me, you continue."

The succubus Kalliste continued to say: "The new demons do not belong to the scope of the seven original sins, they have a new name: Gourmet Demons."

"Gourmet Demons?"

The corners of Constantine's mouth twitched involuntarily.

He recalled an unpleasant event, a few days ago, the demon that looked like a bursting beef ball, the scene of it spewing chili water from its cracked mouth was still fresh in his memory.

Although Constantine agilely dodged the demon's attack, the chili water, after it was spilled on the ground.

"Hiss—"

The terrifying spiciness spread throughout the room, that spicy taste was irritating, it was simply poisonous.

This kind of thing, you call it a Gourmet Demon? Uh, maybe only demons would find them delicious!

Constantine continued to ask: "Anything else?"

"I've already answered two questions, where are the souls you need to pay?"

Constantine directly resorted to playing rogue:

"That's it? Sh*t, that's not enough! Say something more important, I already knew everything you just said, it doesn't count!"

The succubus Kalliste curled her lip dismissively, she knew that this bastard, famous in hell, would definitely try to freeload information.

"Then summon me again! I'm going back."

Constantine was shocked, was this reasonable? Was this still a hell demon? She actually said she was going back?

"Hey? Hey hey! Do you even hear what you're saying? What's wrong with demons these days?

This is the human world! Shouldn't you break free from my formation and wreak havoc in the human world!"

Constantine cursed inwardly: 'Sh*t, I set up such a high-level attack formation outside the summoning formation, wouldn't it be a waste if she doesn't come out?!'