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

Chapter 139 Super Evolution of the Female Warrior! Batman Has Gone Mad!
The sky cracked open.

It wasn't just ordinary dark clouds, nor was it a sign of an impending thunderstorm.

The once azure sky seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, its surface wreathed in black, pure gold lightning that twisted among the clouds, and an extremely ominous aura permeated the heavens and earth.

It was as if... even the holy light had fallen into corruption.

That was no ordinary lightning; it was something from a higher dimension collapsing and distorting, each flash of crimson and darkness accompanied by a chilling hum.

It was as if the entire universe was trembling.

The air was filled with an aura that did not belong to this world—a scent that was both sacred and blasphemous, both awe-inspiring and nauseating.

Throughout the entire universe, whether it's superhumans on Earth, ghosts in other cosmic realms, or prisoners hidden deep within the Phantom Zone, everyone has sensed this anomaly.

Some people looked up in awe, some knelt down to pray, and some... covered their ears and screamed as they ran away.

Because they heard that song.

A distorted hymn.

"Shut up! You damned angel!" In the reception room, the voice of the bone piano trembled slightly. "Stop singing! I can't take it anymore! I'm being corrupted!"

Its lid opens and closes.

Like the spasms of some creature's mouth, black viscous fluid seeped from the wooden surface. Even though the performance was frantic, the sound of the human bone piano could not drown out the voice of the angel.

It's not just the one making a sharp, popping sound.

As the angels began to chant, everything in the manor seemed to be affected. Ian was terrified and jumped up, rushing from the window towards the transparent crystal cage.

The creature's wings were completely twisted, and wriggling buds grew from the places where its feathers had fallen out, while its several mouths were simultaneously chanting some kind of distorted hymn.

Aberrant Hymns.

Each lyric is like a virus program, running in the real world, modifying the rules, and polluting everything.

"Ahhhhhhh~"

With each word uttered by the angel Manny, the surrounding air distorted slightly, the oil paintings on the walls began to melt, and unsettling solutions seeped from the cracks in the floor.

"This estate is worth far more than a villa. Heaven knows if I can find another one like it. I must protect my sacred property from being violated. You are such a despicable angel who should be locked up in hell to grow cotton!"

Without a word, Ian swung his fist and slammed it into the crystal cage. Punch after punch, while Crowley and the female demon Meg, by the bathroom window, watched the sky with wide, interesting expressions.

"You actually guessed right, the angels... really were affected by that influence?" Meg murmured, her dark pupils reflecting the twisted golden cracks in the sky.

“Never underestimate the arrogance of angels; they think themselves superior.” Crowley didn’t answer her, but narrowed his eyes, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"Go do what you're supposed to do, Meg." It sounded like a command, with an unquestionable air of authority, but the female demon Meg remained unmoved.

"You can't hand over this manor! You know what's buried underground! It's very important to us!" The female demon Meg didn't dare to argue with Ian herself.

She tried to persuade Crowley to change his mind. Whatever Crowley's reasons for handing over the manor, in Meg the devil's eyes, it was definitely not a suitable deal.

"You clearly also..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Crowley's bloodshot eyes.

“I know what you want to do.” Crowley’s tone was calm, yet firm and full of meaning. “But that thing cannot be released by us right now.”

"Perhaps it won't be the case in the future either."

Crowley's voice was deep and authoritative.

As soon as these words came out.

Meg's expression darkened.

“I’m going to tell Lucifer that you’re betraying Hell.” She started to raise the banner, invoking the true master of Hell, but this did not deter Crowley.

Because this was not a decision Crowley made on his own.

"The boss is happy in Los Angeles, and he doesn't want to release anything below right now."

Crowley shrugged indifferently, still pressed against the window, his eyes fixed on the sky, as if unwilling to miss a single second of the change.

“I’ll go ask Lucifer, don’t try to trick me.” Meg’s expression changed in succession, from anger and resentment to confusion… Finally, she snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"You'll regret this, Crowley."

The female demon was still resentful.

Crowley finally turned around.

"Don't even think about sneaking around and causing trouble. If I were you, I would never appear near this manor again. It belongs to that boy. Getting close to it is like getting close to heaven."

The Demon King's wisdom flowed through Crowley's eyes. He hadn't actually made the decision he was making at first. The reason he changed his attitude was entirely because he learned what had happened in the place where the Supreme Witch was imprisoned.

That was a scene he dared not even think about.

"Don't try to scare me."

The female demon Meg scoffed, thinking that Crowley was trying to fool her. She knew all too well the demons' tendency to lie, because she herself was a high-ranking demon skilled at weaving lies.

"Do as you please. I've already been very considerate of our friendship. If you get caught, don't blame me for not warning you—you'll be labeled a 'trash can' if you fall into that boy's hands."

“Now, don’t forget what you’re supposed to do. You know the consequences if you mess it up.” Crowley gave the female demon a meaningful smile.

"I know what I should do."

The female demon Meg gave Crowley a deep look.

It turned into black mist and dissipated in the toilet.

Crowley watched her leave, then leisurely took out his phone, snapped a few photos of the sky, and satisfied himself with retouching the filter before sauntering back to the living room.

I just pushed the door open and went in.

Crowley was stunned.

"How can we shut this thing up!"

Ian was standing on top of the mutated angel Manny, stuffing dozens of the angel's mouths with sofa cushions, tablecloths, and even broken strings from a bone piano. However, a new mouth would split open on the angel's skull, continuing to chant the distorted hymn. Even more terrifying, the entire reception room was being contaminated.

The walls began to writhe irregularly.

It was as eerie as if something was being conceived below.

It's far more terrifying than the writhing of flesh and blood.

"Wait... how did you get him out?!" Crowley's eyes widened as he looked around and discovered that the crystal cage that had imprisoned the angel had disappeared.

"Where is my magical artifact?!"

He even glanced at the boy's crotch to confirm that the boy, who liked to put things in his crotch, had not used any method to stuff his crystal container into his crotch.

"A divine artifact, no wonder it's so hard. But when I throw a punch, the void collapses and all the sounds of wailing echo in the air. Even a container made of supreme divine materials will turn to ashes."

"My Evil God Annihilation Fist is that powerful. In this world, nothing can stump Lord Evil God." Ian knew what disguise he should use when dealing with demons.

He was stuffing something into the angel's newly grown mouth.

It's impossible to completely block it.

It's impossible to completely block it all.

The thing's mouth could start chanting, and Ian, who had frantically pulled out a toilet plunger, could only console himself that at least it wasn't a female angel.

[Incorrect data, incompatible]

[Incorrect data, incompatible]

[Incorrect data, incompatible]

……

Ian couldn't expect the system to help him remove the things inside the angel's body. It wasn't because the angel was too advanced, but because the system was indeed a bit too picky.

Based on previous experiences, Ian wasn't surprised by the current situation. The system only processed the essence of the contaminants, constantly reporting errors when it came to the things that were contaminated by those contaminants.

"That's the fish tank I stole from Lucifer." Crowley looked like he'd just lost his second wife, his expression quite stifled, and his initial joy seemed to have faded.

“So it was Lucifer’s fish tank. No wonder it tasted so good… I mean, it was hard.” Ian quickly corrected himself, giving Crowley a polite smile, somewhat guilty.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +3893]

【Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv10 [4000/5120]】

[Barbarian Lord Experience Points +298]

【Savage Tyrant lv10 [4444/5120]】

……

This is what Ian got in return.

The Entropy Lord digested the energy on the cage, making it much easier for the Savage Tyrant to digest matter. These two professions have always been quite complementary.

After adapting for some time, Ian also summarized his own professional characteristics. The two professions do not conflict. For example, chemical potions are meaningless to the Entropy Lord. The Savage Tyrant focuses more on the "absorption of matter" on the material level, while the Entropy Lord focuses on the absorption of soul and energy.

“That cage can no longer contain this pollution; it might even become contaminated itself, which is why I took action.” Ian told Crowley about a third of the truth.

He also took the opportunity to comfort Crowley.

“It’s alright. I think Lucifer is probably in hell, and he must still have other treasures to keep. If all else fails, I’ll go to Los Angeles tomorrow and steal his toilet for you to use.”

Ian certainly wouldn't go to Los Angeles; he's just good at lying to the devil.

"..."

Crowley was on the verge of tears.

Opened his mouth.

In the end, he didn't reveal that he had seen several pieces that looked like crystal fragments between Ian's teeth. The always very wise Demon King decided to just pretend that he was old and blind and had misread it.

"Forget about the toilet."

Crowley didn't want Lucifer's toilet.

He'd already scrubbed enough toilets for Lucifer in Hell. Seeing that the angel's influence was still ongoing, he didn't bother complaining anymore, and a wisp of black mist rose from his body to resist it.

This is certainly not considered insurance.

So Crowley quickly made his next move.

With astonishing dexterity, his fat fingers pulled a remote control studded with hellish runes from his inner suit pocket.

I saw.

The magical remote emitted a low hum, and when the thumb pressed hard on the scarlet button in the center, a fissure emanating from the air suddenly opened. The next moment, a box appeared out of thin air, emitting black smoke, as if it were a treasure just transported from hell to earth.

"then!"

An obsidian box popped out of the void.

Crowley tossed it to Ian like a hot potato. As the box arced through the air, the sealing runes on its surface lit up and then went out, as if it were breathing.

The box opened automatically the moment Ian reached out to catch it.

Inside lay a feather about the length of a palm—it looked so ordinary, yet it exuded an extremely sacred and powerful energy in the dimly lit hall.

"Put it on him! Quick!" Crowley screamed as he backed away, his obese body knocking over the coffee table. Whiskey bottles shattered on the floor, but he didn't care about his own collection anymore.

An angel is a dangerous toy.

This is especially true of distorted angels.

“Okay, I want to save my manor too.” The moment Ian picked up the feather, he felt an electric shock-like tremor in his fingertips. He carefully placed it close to the forehead of the angel Manny.

Many small mouths have appeared on that patch of skin.

The moment the feather touched the forehead of the angel Manny, a pure white light rippled outwards, and the strange changes on the angel Manny stopped instantly.

It was incredibly sudden.

Extremely fast.

The angel's twisted limbs cracked as bones snapped back into place, and even as the decaying feathers on its wings fell away, new downy feathers grew at a visible rate. Most astonishingly, the tumors covering its entire body evaporated like dewdrops in direct sunlight, leaving only faint marks on its skin.

The entire purification process takes no more than the time it takes to beat three heartbeats.

As the last wisp of black mist dissipated from the angel's ear, Manny returned to his original appearance—fair, white wings and skin as dark as night.

However, he remained unconscious.

Long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her face, and the corners of her mouth remained taut with pain.

Ian curiously turned the feather in his hand over and found that it was a little dimmer than before.

The golden liquid remaining in the quill was slowly seeping into his skin, bringing a warm, stinging sensation. He suddenly remembered the feeling of trying to eat a lithium battery not long ago.

Dangerous and addictive.

"What kind of treasure is this?"

Ian had a guess in his mind and looked down at the feather in his hand.

It was pure white, with a faint luster at the edges, as if it contained some kind of power of law. Even just looking at it, Ian could feel a strong sense of oppression.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Ian stuffed the feather directly into his mouth, his movements so fast they left no afterimage. Crowley's attempt to stop him was caught in his throat as he watched helplessly as the precious feather disappeared between the boy's white teeth, chewed and chewed.

It's just that it's hard to chew.

And I can't even swallow it.

The sickening sound of chewing echoed in the drawing room. Ian puffed out his cheeks and bit down hard a few times. Although he couldn't swallow, some indescribable taste was already spreading in his mouth.

It's like the first snow melting on your tongue.

It's like the first unfinished dream of spring.

It was so pure it made your heart tremble.

"Super Lollipop?"

Ian stopped chewing.

He just spat it out and then inhaled sharply.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +99]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +99]

……

In short.

It tastes like first love.

The experience gained by the Entropy Annihilation Lord is increasing rapidly.

“Those are the most powerful angel wings.” Crowley sighed, hesitated for a moment, and then answered Ian’s question, his tone tinged with reluctance.

Helping Lucifer clean his room always brings unexpected rewards.

This is something that other demons can only envy.

"It really is Lucifer's angel feather!" Ian wrapped the feather in the plastic of a chocolate and put it in his pocket. His energy level had reached saturation.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +46]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +74]

The slowdown in gaining experience points means Ian has reached saturation; eating more would be a waste of food, since the energy in a feather is ultimately limited.

Eating something you can't digest is a luxury. And just as Ian was feeling sentimental, thinking he wanted pigeon soup and reminiscing about when Lucifer started cutting off wings...

Crowley remained silent for a few seconds.

"Actually... you can give it back to me."

He finally couldn't help but speak, his tone cautious, as if he were discussing repayment with a creditor. There was no way Crowley would care about other things like this. However, Lucifer's feathers weren't like ordinary hair; they weren't things you could find on a pillow anytime, anywhere.

This was originally intended as a "command token" to suppress the demons.

"I know."

Ian nodded.

But he did not take any action.

See this scene.

Crowley had no idea what had happened to him.

"Don't say that. You are the King of Hell now. When Lucifer goes to Hell to work as a psychologist, you will definitely be the long-term ruler. As the future long-term ruler, you need to be more magnanimous."

"I'm someone who'll go to hell sooner or later, so giving me things actually means increasing the power of hell." Ian was still as good at making up grand theories that didn't exist.

but.

I heard what he said.

Crowley was suddenly stunned.

"really?"

He was a little excited.

There was a glint in his eyes.

The Demon King thought this might be a tempting prospect—everyone knew how much this tailor-turned-demon craved power; he always believed that only food and power were worth having in this world.

"really."

Ian nodded repeatedly. "Lucifer will become a psychologist... Wait, I'm going to be a psychologist too. So, the ultimate goal of becoming extraordinary is to become a psychologist?"

He muttered to himself, his expression one of shock, as if he had discovered some universal truth.

"Consul... Long-term Consul..."

Crowley's face was flushed, as if he'd drunk too much hellish liquor, even his bald head gleamed with excited oil. He rubbed his hands together, his obese body pacing back and forth in the drawing room.

Don't know why.

The seductive demon truly believed Ian's words. Just then, a series of noisy footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sudden noise broke the atmosphere that had been immersed in thought.

“It’s probably one of my subordinates who brought your friend.” Crowley stopped, wiped the sweat that kept dripping from his forehead, and tried to put on a friendly expression.

His physical body is likely unable to bear too much of his power.

It's somewhat overloaded.

The more force he exerted, the more sweaty he appeared to be.

“Looks like you really are a devil who keeps his word. Not bad, not bad, you’re just as trustworthy as me.” Upon hearing this, Ian immediately looked up at the corridor outside the reception room.

Footsteps approaching.

however.

The demon that appeared at the corner was not the one who had led the way to release the people earlier.

Or rather, not entirely.

The head of that demon was being devoured by another demon, whose head was being held tightly in the hand of a girl with long golden hair.

It's Madison.

She walked like Chow Yun-fat, imposing and awe-inspiring. The bull-headed demon, who was eating, had a gun handle attached to the back of his head, making the young punk look like she was carrying a flamethrower as she strode forward.

"Ian! We're here to save you!" Madison, with one hand on the bull's horns and the other gripping the handle on the back of its head, ran into the drawing room with his little leather shoes clicking.

She's ruthless too.

Say nothing.

He immediately aimed the demon bull Baal at the somewhat bewildered Crowley.

"Demon! Die!" Madison's voice, filled with a raw emotion that seemed to come from some exorcist movie, was clearly borrowed from someone with no formal training.

"Master! Your loyal and wise demon reports to you!"

The minotaur used the veins extending from the bottom of its neck to release another demon it was devouring. The minotaur obediently opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of scorching hellfire.

However, Crowley merely narrowed his crimson eyes slightly, glanced around, and the next moment, the Hellfire abruptly stopped in mid-air, as if it had been frozen solid.

"puff."

The flames then went out.

A muffled sound came from the Minotaur's throat.

Like a chicken with its neck strangled.

"What's going on?!" Madison shook the demon head in his hand vigorously. "Say something fire again! You've eaten so many demons, you should be at least a low-level fifth rank by now, right?"

Regarding Ian's class classification.

It's not just the Demon Minotaur who believes this.

Even the young delinquent girl believed it without a doubt.

“Even a low-level sixth rank won’t do, that…that’s a Hell Lord…” The Minotaur’s face drooped in frustration. Its gaze kept shifting between Crowley and Ian, who was struggling to pluck the angel’s hair. The clever Baal had already realized that the situation might be different from what he and the little delinquent had thought.

as predicted.

After stopping the Minotaur's attack, the crimson in Crowley's eyes slowly faded, and he changed his expression, rubbing his hands together with a very approachable smile.

Like the uncle selling fried fish balls on the roadside.

"What 'Lord of Hell'? It's all a misunderstanding! I've already reached an agreement with this friend." As he spoke, Crowley glanced back at Ian, who was using fel energy to perm the angel's hair.

His eye twitched slightly, but he didn't offer any further judgment.

“I have a dream, in which I have a fan made of angel feathers.” Ian didn’t want more lollipops; the feathers of Angel Manny didn’t contain much power.

Just as Lucifer himself said, the difference between these angels and Lucifer is indeed very large, and they can even be regarded as two completely different species.

Lucifer's feathers contain divine power because Lucifer possesses power that belongs to him personally. Angels, on the other hand, derive most of their power from the shared power of Heaven.

Although its mechanism is more advanced than Ian's shared brain, it is still ultimately an external force. When it cannot be connected to Heaven, the angels' feathers are just ordinary high-level matter—perhaps this matter is useful to savage tyrants, but Ian doesn't have any matter that can catalyze a reaction with them.

Perfect for making feather fans.

"Wait, how come you two get along so well? This minotaur said you're going to be stewed by the Great Demon for nourishment." Madison and the minotaur demon turned to look at Ian at the same time.

The eyes of the man and the ox were filled with bewilderment and uncertainty.

"Stop joking, it's just a misunderstanding. My men are just being ignorant." Crowley chuckled dryly, providing the explanation before Ian could even speak.

Ian touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

"He gave too much..."

Ian was ashamed that he had been seduced by the devil.

"What?!" Madison's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. This wasn't the kind of plot she wanted; she clearly wanted a story where the female lead saved Ian.

“We almost got killed, and now you’re telling me it was all a misunderstanding?!” The punk’s eyes kept darting back and forth between Crowley and Ian.

"I almost got trampled to death too!"

The bull-headed demon's head added angrily.

Ian was about to speak.

Crowley beat him to it again.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Upon seeing this, Crowley immediately clapped his hands, and before he finished speaking, more than a dozen scarlet magic circles suddenly appeared on the floor of the reception room.

Black smoke accompanied by the smell of sulfur.

A dozen or so demons dressed in human skin crawled out of the summoning circle.

They had just steadied themselves.

He looked at Crowley with a blank expression.

"Boss, what happened?" These demons, now possessing human bodies, looked around in surprise at how the Supreme Witch could be here.

"It's you, boss, planning to resurrect that..." One of the demons, who thought he was being clever, was about to say something when Crowley immediately glared at him with his scarlet eyes.

"Crack~"

The demon's head exploded like a watermelon.

"I'm sorry, this is the price we have to pay. Gentlemen, there are many traitors among you, and they deserve to die." Crowley's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In an instant, his crimson eyes locked onto all the demons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—"

A series of explosions rang out, and the heads of more than a dozen demons exploded at the same time, splattering black demon blood and brain matter all over the ground like an overturned ink bottle.

Their bodies convulsed as they collapsed.

It quickly turned into puddles of viscous black liquid.

The demon's true nature attempted to escape, but due to Crowley's influence, it lost its vitality and became weak and powerless, only able to writhe on the ground.

"Mine! It's all mine!"

The Minotaur broke free of Madison's grasp in excitement, pounced on the ground, and rolled around in the demon's remains like a dog, frantically absorbing the energy dissipated by its kind.

Madison froze, his mouth slightly agape.

"It's not...this..."

Although she had seen many demons fight, she had never seen one like Crowley who could wipe out all his subordinates so easily. Was this demon so ruthless to himself?

The girl's worldview was reshaped because of her strong sense of loyalty.

"Just cleaning house. Actually, this time, all the people I brought out were traitors. I was originally planning to clean them up after the show, but I'm just bringing it up a little earlier." Crowley didn't know if he was lying or not. He acted as if he were doing something perfectly normal, casually wiping the bloodstains splattered on his suit.

Subsequently.

This demon king, who had only brought a portion of his power to the human world, turned to look at Madison.

He spoke with a smile.

“Miss, I actually own several Hollywood film and television companies, and right now we are most in need of high-quality actors like you.” Crowley rubbed his hands together, smiling kindly.

The Merchant Demon is most adept at understanding people's hearts.

He understands human needs. And most importantly, he is a new-age demon king who skillfully uses the internet.

This made him even more proficient in his work.

Just that one sentence.

Madison froze on the spot.

"Ah? This..."

She felt the same feelings that Ian had felt before.

“My company not only has great scripts, but also high salaries, and it’s best at creating international superstars,” Crowley added with a smile, clearly having grasped Madison’s weakness.

"make a deal!"

Madison snapped out of his daze and immediately made a decision: whether he was tied to the altar or not, it was simply a professional experience to understand life and enrich his future acting career.

Ian: "..."

Minotaur Demon: "..."

The young delinquent's eyes sparkled.

It's as if I'm already imagining myself walking the Oscars red carpet in a red dress.

She turned to look at Ian.

"This devil is really powerful; he gave so much." The young delinquent nodded in deep agreement, having even forgotten her dream of becoming a leading lady in real life.

There are fake female protagonists.

Who still wants to be the leading lady in real life?

In real life, she still enjoys bullying A-list celebrities, B-list celebrities, B-list celebrities, and international superstars who also act as a confidante to B-list celebrities!

“What about me? Although I don’t act, I have great scripts, such as ‘Batman’s Tragic Love Story’ and ‘The Death of Superman in Stockings’…” Ian didn’t think the Gotham City tycoon would let his novels take off in the film and television industry, so he needed to save his masterpiece that might be buried.

"Film it all, film it all, I have no problem, the funding is more than enough." The writer boy's words made Crowley, who was frantically wiping away sweat after using his strength, chuckle a few times.

"Filming tomorrow?" Ian's eyes lit up.

“We’ll shoot tomorrow!” Crowley nodded firmly.

Ian was extremely satisfied and was just about to suggest a few more script ideas.

suddenly--

"Boom!"

A strange roar came from outside the window, the murky sky twisted again, and several ominous "stars" emerged from the depths of the clouds, their lights flashing with a sickly light.

It looks like a meteorite approaching Earth.

"What's going on today?"

Madison leaned closer to the window, finally having time to observe the strange phenomena in the sky. She felt that her life was truly exciting, with seemingly one major event after another happening every day.

“Those ‘stars’ might be angels… all infected with the disease.” Ian stared at the sky, his tone tinged with a sigh. He had already thrown away the black angel whose feathers had been stripped off.

Unexpectedly, even the angel's wings, which had lost their feathers, were black, like chicken wings.

“Super AIDS? I can do it, I’ve already learned it!” Madison’s tone was full of pride, and it was indeed the first time she had ever experienced the taste of being exceptionally talented.

“It’s even more terrifying than that.”

Ian spoke seriously.

Seeing this, Madison also became very interested and showed great enthusiasm, "I can learn that too! I will still continue to be a witch, and then go to Hollywood to play a witch!"

She was unaware of the angels' fate, but she developed a strong love for learning after leaving school.

"It's better not to learn this," Ian said helplessly, rubbing his temples. "Learning it will affect your mental health."

Everyone fell silent and looked out the window. The eerie "stars" were moving slowly, as if approaching Earth, while some seemed to be falling towards the sun.

at this time.

Crowley's phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw that the screen clearly displayed "Boss".

Of course, I can't refuse.

"Hello? Uh-huh... Okay, okay..." Crowley nodded and bowed as he answered the phone, then gave Ian an apologetic smile after hanging up. "The big boss needs to see me, I'll be going now."

Ian squinted.

“My super hearing got it. Lucifer wants you to go get him some wine.”

He was always good at eavesdropping.

Crowley wasn't embarrassed by this; he simply straightened his tie and proudly puffed out his belly: "Not everyone is qualified to be Lucifer's freight carrier."

talking.

The demon king gracefully walked to the fireplace, took a handful of powder from his pocket, and sprinkled it at his feet—flames instantly rose, and Crowley's figure distorted in the firelight.

Disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Crowley Porter?!”

Ian was speechless.

It's not that he has a vivid imagination.

But the way they walk through the fireplace is just too Hogwarts-esque!
"It's the magic of the Crossroads Demon." The minotaur, having eaten and drunk its fill, was also bloated. While undergoing a life-level evolution on the spot, it raised its head and stood up again.

"Following Lord Ian, I will surpass him sooner or later!" After eating more than a dozen powerful demons, how arrogant could the Minotaur Demon become? It even tried to devour the fallen angels.

This is certainly not a feasible solution.

No matter how much power an angel loses, it is still a high-level life form in the universe, with extremely explosive physical attributes. Even a minotaur demon that has evolved to a mid-level cannot possibly bite it.

“I want to learn this magic too,” Madison said succinctly, her eyes sparkling. She had never shown such enthusiasm for learning in school.

This fully illustrates the profound impact of talent on a person's level of diligence.

"Will Metropolis suffer another disaster today?" Madison asked, looking at Ian who was still standing by the window. Her tone was slightly worried, as if the world might be on the verge of its end.

"Who knows."

Ian was using his shared brain to calculate the falling trajectories of the stars. The instant he finished speaking—the sky outside changed drastically once again!
Countless stars appeared in the night sky, arranged in an ancient and mysterious pattern. And at the center of these stars, a gigantic gate slowly emerged.

That's the gate to heaven!

only.

The gates of Heaven, which should have been sacred, were now covered with filth and evil marks.

The reliefs that once depicted the faces of angels singing hymns are now twisted into painful screams, with extremely disgusting pus oozing from each mouth.

“Crackle—Crackle—”

The sound of the door hinge turning was like the friction of rusted metal.

It also resembled some giant creature chewing bones. Occasionally, there was the sticky sound of liquid dripping, and each drop of black substance twisted into the shape of a miniature angel in mid-air.

They quickly dissipated into mist.

The most chilling thing was the whispering coming from inside the door—thousands of voices overlapping each other, sometimes like chanting, sometimes like frantic babbling.

Madison instinctively covered her ears.

The sounds were like tiny insects burrowing into the brain. The tips of the minotaur's horns glowed an unnatural red, as if it had sensed something terrifying.

Amidst this suffocating and terrifying scene, Madison suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, pulling the bronze cross from her collar. It was emitting a soft, milky-white light, as warm as the winter sun.

The mind-piercing demonic sounds were instantly shut out, and Madison breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he were immersed in a hot spring.

“Ouch!!”

The minotaur let out a pig-like scream and rolled to the corner. It covered its eyes tightly with its two veins, and the fur on its head stood on end like a feather duster.

"I'm going to die! Holy Light Purification is here!"

This guy was genuinely terrified.

However, the expected burning sensation did not occur.

"What's going on?" Baal peeked cautiously through his fingers and found that the holy light was enveloping him, but miraculously it did not cause any harm.

"what?"

It seemed to realize something.

Praise be to God Ian!!

Baal rolled on the spot and pounced at Ian's feet, the movement so fast it left a blur. It frantically rubbed its head against the boy's trouser leg, as obsequious as a dog with only a head.

Who says cows can't be pets?

“No, this…” Ian took the glowing cross and held it to his ear, but he did not hear any voice from that supreme being.

"God, God, are you there? Heaven is turning into a cesspool." Ian was very confused. The glowing cross meant that God should be fully aware of everything that was happening.

however.

He received no response.

And God didn't even step in to save those angels—what's going on? Ian looked out the window again, where a chilling sound was coming from inside.

It made him incredibly curious.

At this moment.

What exactly is happening inside the Gates of Heaven?

……

As night fell, the once tranquil sky was torn open by a massive rift, and a pillar of light, interwoven with gold and black, descended from the heavens, like divine punishment descending upon the mortal realm. The gate—the Gate of Heaven—slowly appeared before countless eyes, its edges twisted and filthy, as if the very foundation of the sacred world was crumbling.

People on Earth are now certainly feeling this strange change. The giant screens in Times Square suddenly flickered, switching to live news—the unusual phenomenon in the sky was being captured simultaneously by satellites around the world.

however.

Scientists, however, could not calculate the distance.

"My God... what is that?"

A well-dressed office worker tilted his head back, his coffee cup clattering to the floor, the brown liquid splashing onto his shoes, but he seemed oblivious. His pupils reflected the enormous, filthy gate to heaven, black viscous fluid seeping from its cracks, like some kind of living thing writhing.

"Doomsday! This is the end of the world!"

A fanatical believer knelt on the ground.

He raised his hands high, his voice trembling. The Bible he held had long since fallen to the side, its pages rustling in the wind, finally settling on a page of the Book of Revelation.

"I saw the sky open, and there was a white horse, and the rider on it was called Honesty and Truth..."

But at this moment, what cracked in the sky was not a holy radiance, but some kind of horrifying filth.

London, Tokyo, Paris, Moscow… major cities around the world are in chaos. People look up in terror, some scream, some pray, and some frantically take photos with their phones.

It seems that even if the apocalypse were to come, these people would only care about gaining followers. In addition, there are also quite a few criminals who feel that since the end of the world has come, it's time to do whatever they want in a final frenzy.

Taking advantage of the chaos, many criminals rioted, prisons were breached, and the city descended into panic. Flames burned in the streets, sirens wailed, and the air was thick with the smell of scorched earth and terror.

however.

There are just too many people in the doomsday revelry camp.

This may be the discipline that demons impose on humanity after taking control of Hollywood movies.

They came in groups.

looting, vandalism, and arson.

This directly caused the already insufficient number of superheroes to have no time to pay attention to the strange phenomena in the sky, and instead to scramble around the city to capture these brain-dead, anti-human beings.

Wonder Woman is one of them.

After all, New York, where she lives, is one of the cities with the highest crime rates on Earth.

“You people disgust me! That little girl is only fifteen!” Diana Prince flicked her wrist, and the Lasso of Truth coiled around the three armed robbers like a serpent.

"Yet, you want to take away her sandwich from a child like this?" The golden rope suddenly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the dim street corner as if it were daytime.

"Apocalyptic world! Food is the most important thing!"

The three armed robbers were clearly special doomsday sympathizers; they firmly believed in the principle of "if your neighbor hoards food, I hoard guns," and their firepower was even more comprehensive than that of regular US troops.

The Lasso of Truth comes into play.

The robbers, who wanted to declare that they were merely following the law of the jungle, all rolled their eyes.

"Praise be to Ian, the Emperor of All Laws!" the ringleader shouted, his eyes rolling back and drool dripping from his mouth. "His glory will surely purify this corrupt world!"

"Praise be to God Ian! Emperor of all laws, invincible and omnipotent, He is one, He is all, He is the Lord of all beings!" The eyes of the several bandits who were tied together were full of piety.

It was as if they weren't being arrested, but rather undergoing some kind of sacred test. To pass this test, it seemed, was a contest of who could compose a more eloquent praise of the Emperor of All Laws.

"..."

Wonder Woman sighed wearily.

It wasn't because of the Lasso of Truth's abnormality; as a highly adaptable wild woman, Diana had already gotten used to such situations. Her sigh was mainly because the criminals couldn't be caught.

This is the seventh batch of brainwashed criminals today.

Ever since that eerie gate to heaven appeared, the whole of New York City seemed to have been turned on a crazy switch. She looked up at the sky, and the filthy door seemed to become clearer and clearer.

The writhing shadows inside were faintly visible.

"What on earth is going on?" Diana was filled with unease. Compared to the rioters in the city, she was more concerned about the unusual situation in the sky.

Just when I was confused, anxious, and uneasy.

suddenly.

Wonder Woman's wrist communicator vibrated.

It was a text message from Superman, only one line long.

[This is the Fall of Angels; everyone has been infected with the disease.] Clearly, even across many cities, Superman has already heard Wonder Woman's... inner thoughts.

"Damn it! What kind of cheating are these Kryptonians doing now? And what do you mean by angels falling to earth, all of them carrying filthy diseases? Do angels also like to have those kinds of parties in heaven?" Wonder Woman didn't know what to say. She realized that Clark seemed to have gained new abilities in the last incident.

And facts have proven this once again.

Wonder Woman was only thinking that to herself.

Followed by.

[These are Ian's exact words... He's currently trying to get into Heaven.] Another message from Clark sent Wonder Woman into the air, and she looked up at the Gates of Heaven in utter astonishment.

Good guy.

There really was a figure lying in front of that door, trying to pry open the gates of heaven.

I can't get close to that door.

Another text message arrived.

Wonder Woman saw Superman flying around in the sky like a headless fly, so fast that her eyesight couldn't keep up with his flight path.

"..."

Wonder Woman looked down at her Lasso of Truth. She felt she was still a bit out of touch with the current version. If she were truly an angel, perhaps she could only help deal with ordinary criminals in the city.

Just like Cyborg and Aquaman—thinking of this, Wonder Woman's complicated feelings eased a little, and she couldn't help but rub her temples and look at the criminals again.

The constant stream of praise for Ian made her temples throb.

"I know, I knew it all along, Ian, the Emperor of All Laws, is the most powerful." Wonder Woman muttered in exasperation as she pulled on her lasso, preparing to send the group of fanatics to the police station.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

The light on the Lasso of Truth suddenly intensified, becoming as dazzling as if it had grasped the Milky Way. A series of Ian's comical faces appeared on the surface of the rope, as if it were the startup animation of this divine artifact.

[Confirmed to be one of our own]

[God-Slaying Whip Mode is now available]

The words have not yet fallen.

Countless golden bolts of lightning suddenly erupted from the rope!

Under Diana's astonished gaze.

The Lasso of Truth has revealed a completely new form.

"No, this..."

Before the words were even finished, lightning bolts coiled around the robbers as if they were alive, yet strangely, they caused no harm. On the contrary, the robbers who were electrocuted let out groans of pleasure.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” one of the robbers pleaded, tears streaming down his face. “This feels so sacred! I’m being purified. I feel so sinful!”

"Ask me anything! I'll answer everything! I want to cleanse myself of my sins!" The robbers seemed to have turned into penitents, prostrating themselves on the ground and begging for forgiveness.

"..."

Wonder Woman had no interest in questioning criminals whose crimes were clear; she was more concerned with her equipment, so she quickly retrieved the Lasso of Truth and used it as a whip to strike the side.

Countless bolts of lightning surged forth.

They were also praising Ian.

but.

Wonder Woman, however, could clearly sense the power contained within these lightning bolts.

"Power specifically designed to target deities?"

this moment.

Wonder Woman seems to have grasped the concept a little bit.

Let's assemble!

Superman's text message arrived at that moment. The new version of Wonder Woman looked towards Metropolis, while Superman hovered in the sky, holding a cell phone.

His gaze was fixed on Gotham.

"Batman can't be reached..."

Clark's gaze swept across Gotham, but he still couldn't find Batman, who liked to play hide-and-seek. However, he did see a different scene.

I saw.

Inside the isolation room of the Gotham City Research Institute.

Barry Allen stared blankly at the digital clock on the wall. Since the major event last night, Batman hadn't been able to find the cause of his unusual behavior.

Instead, they insisted that he undergo this isolation and observation.

Barry Allen, who trusted Batman, did not refuse. Who would have thought... He stayed for a whole night and half a day, and never returned after Batman left.

“Luckily, there’s free food here.” Barry Allen sighed and walked to the glass window. He was about to have lunch when he saw what looked like a figure moving outside.

"Is that you, Bruce?"

Barry Allen tentatively asked.

Suddenly, the emergency lights outside the isolation ward started flashing.

Barry frowned warily, the Speed ​​Force trembling slightly in his veins. The next moment, a figure in a Reverse-Flash uniform appeared in front of the control panel.

The other person's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Reverse Lightning!"

Barry instinctively took a half step back. Then, the isolation pod door slid open with a "whoosh," and the yellow-clad speedster looked up, a familiar cold laugh coming from beneath his scarlet mask.

"Run, Flash!"

The sound of Reverse Lightning carried an unusual sense of urgency.

Before he could finish speaking, the yellow lightning bolt had already vanished into the corridor outside. Barry barely had time to think; the Speed ​​Force instinctively surged through every part of his body.

Search~

The Flash also transformed into a bolt of lightning and gave chase.

Pass through three security gates.

The two people chasing each other appeared on the ground.

Reverse-Flash stopped in front of the chaotic street, while The Flash was stunned by the anomaly in the sky. On the previously gray Gotham sky, a huge door was floating like a mirage.

"Did you do this?" Barry's voice trembled with anger.

He suddenly swung his fist.

Extremely fast.

However, Reverse-Flash easily dodged to the side and sent Barry flying with a backhand elbow strike—his speed had increased so much that the Flash found himself unable to even catch him in his Speed ​​Force activated state.

"This is the mess you made! To get faster!" Barry was repeatedly knocked down, got up, and knocked down again, his red uniform leaving long marks on the concrete floor.

He was determined to fight back.

however.

The yellow boots were already stepping on his chest.

“It has nothing to do with me, and this isn’t history I’m familiar with. Louise should have died last night.” Reverse-Flash looked up at the sky.

His extraordinary electronic music was accompanied by an unusually solemn tone.

Barry struggled to get up, but the boot on his chest felt like it held a thousand pounds of weight. He could sense that Reverse Flash was in a state of utter confusion, as bewildered as a lighthouse in a storm.

“Louise is doing just fine! The world will be just as good without you! Why can’t you stay in your own time and space?” Barry demanded angrily.

These words were like flipping a switch. Reverse-Flash suddenly erupted in rage, the energy in his crimson eyes almost bursting forth. He bent down, grabbed Barry by the collar, and pulled him up.

"You think I didn't want to?! You should have learned how to travel through time long ago! But you just didn't!" Reverse-Flash's voice was furious, and his face was extremely distorted due to the shaking.

Barry was stunned by the sudden outburst. In his memory, Reverse-Flash was always calm, sarcastic, and composed. This out-of-control enemy felt like a stranger. But something even stranger happened. Reverse-Flash's anger came and went quickly; he released his grip and even straightened Barry's disheveled collar.

“Of course.” His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. “Based on my recent findings, it’s perhaps not your fault; there must be some other factors influencing you.”

Barry stared blankly as his nemesis shifted from rage to calm so quickly it was as if two personalities were switching.

He also planned to ask questions.

"Go find Batman."

Reverse Lightning took two steps back.

The lightning bolt patterns on the yellow uniform began to glow.

"Wait!" Barry reached out to grab him. "What do you know—"

The yellow lightning had disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only a fading afterimage and a sentence drifting in the wind: "This time, we are actually on the same side."

On the chaotic streets.

Barry still couldn't process what had happened.

He always does.

The Speed ​​Force brain isn't as useful as the Super Brain.

"Are Reverse Lightning panicking?" This was the only thing Barry realized; the pain in his chest reminded him that what had just happened was not an illusion. He looked up at the increasingly clear Gates of Heaven.

"Whatever happened, Bruce definitely knows." Barry Allen muttered to himself as he was about to start running when he saw a figure slowly descending.

Yes.

Superman. Clark Kent descended from the sky, and the moment his red boots touched the ground, the entire street trembled. The Penguin gang and Two-Face's henchmen, who were fighting each other, stopped simultaneously.

Like a slapstick comedian whose performance has been paused.

Bruce is not at his estate.

Superman got straight to the point.

He ignored the villains who were quietly slipping away, just as he had let Reverse-Flash leave earlier. At this moment, only the ever-clearing Gate of Heaven seemed to him the most pressing crisis that needed to be addressed.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Barry was quite surprised. He had indeed been looking for someone at the manor, but he hadn't expected Clark to appear so coincidentally.

"I can hear."

Superman answered calmly.

Hear the words.

Barry's expression changed from astonishment to horror.

"Can super hearing really hear a person's thoughts? Is that even scientifically possible?"

He was deeply shocked.

Superman offered no explanation; his gaze remained fixed on the sky.

“We have to solve this problem.” Clark’s voice was unusually solemn. There was no other way; he had actually seen angels and knew how invincible they were.

"If Bruce isn't home, where is he?" Barry followed Superman's gaze and looked up, but could only see the twisted door and couldn't clearly see what was in front of it.

"He's in heaven."

Superman's eyes reflected a scene unseen by ordinary people—tens of thousands of meters in the air, Bruce, who appeared out of nowhere, was driving a special Batmobile and crashing into the gates of Heaven.

to be frank.

Clark didn't know how Batman got there.

He just knows.

My old friend, who desperately wanted to break his neck, seemed to have gone mad.

It turns out they were trying to work closely with Ian.

Let's rush into heaven together.

(End of this chapter)