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"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!

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Chapter 64 Ian: I Have the Appearance of a Divine Healer

Ian tried for a long time.

However, he discovered that his adoptive father did not respond at all, and the demon was not absorbed by the pendant and turned into delicious little crystal snacks. Of course, he would not doubt that his relationship with his adoptive father was not close enough.

"This must be because you don't bathe! My godfather thinks you're dirty!" Ian realized his pendant wasn't working, so he angrily shoved several large pen bags at the Minotaur Demon.

"Look at your horns, how long has it been since you polished and waxed them? Don't they offer body scrubbing services in Hell?" Ian picked up a few bottles of sulfuric acid from the ground, ready to give this minotaur a good cleaning.

He still harbored illusions.

There is a craving for delicious little crystals.

however.

"Damn humans!"

The demon's head was spinning from the beating, its bull eyes wide with shock—it had lived for thousands of years and had never been so humiliated by humans! Not only were they riding on its back, but they dared to look down on its horns?!

"I don't care who your fucking godfather is! You've completely enraged me!" the demon roared furiously, his thick arm grabbing Ian's neck and throwing him away.

"Oh!"

The demon's strength was extraordinary. Ian was slammed into a wall, and the load-bearing wall of the classroom shattered and collapsed. Debris and dust instantly engulfed his figure.

"I'm going to crush your bones one by one!" The Minotaur stood up again, its hooves pounding the ground, and flames began to burn on its body.

He approached the buried Ian step by step.

"Your opponent is here."

Rachel snapped out of Ian's dazed state, her eyes turning bloodshot, and with a swift push of her hands, released a dazzling beam of red energy that slammed into the Minotaur.

As the daughter of the Three Palaces Demon, she can unleash two types of energy attacks. The dark purple energy is her own magic, often used for binding, defense, or non-lethal attacks.

The red energy is considered deadly; it is the demonic power inherited from the demon tyrant father, primarily used for killing and destruction, capable of having a fatal effect on all life.

"Bang~"

This time, the minotaur demon was caught off guard and blasted away by the energy wave. Its massive body crashed into the wall and then fell into a pile of chemical solutions.

Various liquids adhered to the Minotaur's body, causing it to emit pungent white smoke. However, only the areas hit by the energy shockwave were charred black.

Chemical.

It seems we can't defeat the demon.

Both magic and physics are required.

"Are you alright?" Rachel rushed towards the direction where Ian was buried after noticing that the Minotaur was not moving, only to find Ian lying in the bricks and rubble with his body glowing green.

"I don't have any Liuliumei here."

Ian gave the girl, whose face was full of astonishment, the most genuine response.

His voice was full of energy.

"???"

Rachel's aloof face twitched slightly at the corner of her eye. She thought Ian was dead, but found that Ian was perfectly fine and was even uttering a bunch of words that she couldn't understand at all.

"You're saying the demons are angry, but I, a berserker, can't get angry... Is that normal? Is that scientific?" Ian, lying in the pile of bricks and rubble, had a look of melancholy on his face.

He was indeed quite depressed.

Current Rage Level: 9/100

This was only a tiny bit of anger that arose from his resentment and annoyance at realizing he wasn't a qualified berserker. Ian only hated that he was born a gentle man with stable emotions.

"??????"

Rachel remained silent.

He just kept adding more question marks to his face.

"I need Red Light! Red Light can definitely be my best buddy and I can live together." Ian was filled with longing for the [Berserker's Special Artifact].

He healed himself, glanced at the notification "[Berserker Experience +4]", ignored Rachel's dirty hands, and crawled out of the rubble on his own.

"Are you really alright!?" Rachel's eyes flickered slightly when she saw Ian jumping around like a madman. She suspected that Ian was a monster disguised as a human—just like herself.

but.

Despite the flutter in my heart.

But she maintained her expressionless demeanor and spoke in a deep voice.

"Leave. This is none of your business."

Rachel is generally someone who is very resistant to dragging others down with her.

Ian could see that, but it didn't stop him from enjoying stealing other people's experience. Young people are naturally drawn to the mystical, and who could resist an opportunity to practice exorcism?

"Let me fight it for ten more rounds, then I'll leave—you can't stop a superhero from doing his duty." With that, to show that he truly possessed the virtues of a hero, Ian even spread his arms, ready to use his own flesh and blood to block the concrete sneak attack from the Minotaur that had silently risen up.

"Bang~"

It lifted a huge concrete block and smashed it directly into the girl Rachel's back. Ian stepped forward, determined to be a hero and gain experience points in order to achieve a win-win situation.

however.

The concrete made a bend in the air.

"Cheating!?"

Ian only had time to let out a cry of surprise before he lost at least three experience points. The huge concrete still hit Rachel and slammed her to the ground.

"Pfft~"

Rachel vomited blood.

Due to the heavy pressure on the body.

Only her head was sticking out.

The messy state is reminiscent of Sadako.

This was an unexpected turn of events for Ian.

"Sorry, I'm still in my internship." Ian offered a reasonable explanation for his oversight. He was thankful that Rachel was still alive and felt that he had actually gained some rather vague experience.

It's not a loss.

"..."

Amidst the rubble, Rachel remained silent, yet she knew that the grievances had been settled and the debts had been repaid. The runes on her forehead suddenly lit up, and her scarlet eyes pierced through the dust, staring intently at the demon not far away.

Superpowers are about to be activated.

But the Minotaur Demon wasn't worried at all.

"As I said, I brought greetings from your great father." As it finished speaking, it snapped its fingers, as if releasing some substance it had brought into this world.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The tough girl, who hadn't uttered a sound even when hit by concrete, suddenly screamed as if she had suffered immense pain, and the light in her eyes and forehead dimmed instantly.

"Don't panic! I'm here! I've always been here!" Upon seeing this, Ian immediately activated his super intelligence, rushed to the collapsed cabinet, and rummaged through it to find the medicine he wanted.

"哐哐哐~"

Ian slurped half of the white pills into his mouth, then rushed to Rachel's side, lifted the concrete slab pressing down on her with one hand, and pinched Rachel's mouth shut with the other.

"What is this?" Rachel gritted her teeth and saw through her blurry vision that a few white pills were shaken into her mouth, while the boy poured the rest of the bottle into his own mouth.

"Ibuprofen."

Ian's mouth was full of powder.

This wave.

He felt as if a divine healer had descended from the mountain.

"?????"

Rachel, who was enduring the pain, did not seem to find any relief from it; her expression became even more distorted—not because of the splitting headache.

It was because the girl saw it.

It was clear that after feeding herself the medicine, the boy gently put down the concrete he had been lifting, and she was once again in a state where only her head was exposed.

It looks like a concrete turtle.

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Chapter 65 What did you add to your saliva?

Ian certainly had his own reasons for doing this.

He doesn't like others stealing his monsters.

"Leave it to me, don't worry, I guarantee a win." Ian patted his chest, then stood up, threw away the empty potion in his hand, and looked at the minotaur who was tilting his head and staring at him.

He launched an attack.

He jumped up and punched the Minotaur in the face.

"Again?"

This time, the Minotaur Demon had learned his lesson. He took advantage of his size and reached out his hand before Ian's fist could even hit him.