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Chapter 158 Ian and the Three Palaces Demon! The New King of Hell!

Bloodshed blotted out the sun.

The sky above hell was a solidified dark red, and countless translucent souls drifted across the cracked earth. They wandered aimlessly, their empty eyes reflecting eternal torment.

This is Limbo, the edge of hell, where lost souls will linger forever.

"They say that souls are assigned a place after death, but in this hell, there are still so many souls who can't afford a place to live," Ian thought to himself, sitting on the roof of the Hellcat.

This is clearly the result of Lucifer's negligence. Lucifer, at three years old, simply does not possess the wisdom of the evil god Ian—the best revenge against God should clearly be to build Hell to be better than Heaven.

If every soul in hell has a house and a car, and every man and woman is given a few shapeshifting imps with Mystique's abilities, who would still dream of going to heaven to enjoy bliss?

When the two poles are reversed, hell is the place to enjoy happiness!

"Alas, I have a heart full of passion, but alas, I don't have a hellish pass. So I can only occasionally drop by and help the demons cut off some extra kidneys and livers..."

Ian likes to cut things.

He only promised not to scalp the demons.

"Praise be to you! Great God Ian! Your idea is truly brilliant! You are so ruthless and cunning, you are absolutely born to be the great lord of Hell!" The demon bull-headed demon's flattery tactics were limited to a few tricks, and Jiang Mo had run out of ideas. It also wanted to get a share of the demons' kidneys from Ian.

what?
Were they all its compatriots?

Demons prey on their own kind!
A demon that doesn't eat its own kind isn't a good demon! The Hellcat's engine, which was trying to refuel at a self-service gas station, roared with pleasure, leaving two trails of blue smoke on the scorched earth.

"Cunning, I like that assessment. If you're going to give me a good assessment, give me a few more." Ian always thought it was a compliment, and he patted the head on his waist with satisfaction.

In the distance, a colossal gate made of piled bones gradually came into view—the entrance to the depths of hell. Countless rotting arms writhed helplessly on the hill of corpses before the gate.

"Woo——"

As the Hellcat drew closer.

Suddenly, the ghouls let out a collective, piercing wail. This sound awakened the slumbering gatekeeper, and a five-meter-tall lava giant rose from the pile of corpses.

The chains binding him rattled.

"He who comes is stopped!"

The gatekeeper demon's voice was like muffled thunder.

"A hellish realm, where the living cannot survive."

It wasn't pausing intentionally; the Hellcat simply didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, launching a catapult and charging straight at him. The entire vehicle crashed into the demon's chest like a raging bull.

"Bang~"

Not only did the gatekeeper demon suffer, but the gates of hell that couldn't be opened in time were also affected. The hellcat slammed the gatekeeper demon and the gate together, sending them flying into the inner ring of hell.

In this layered, multi-dimensional hell, perhaps this is truly the first time in history that such a thing has happened, and hell has welcomed a rather localized "Great Sage on a Bicycle"!
"Meow~" The Hellcat pressed down on the gatekeeper demon, emitting an excited horn sound. Suddenly, dozens of metal straws popped out of the fuel tank and stabbed at the massive gatekeeper demon.

It's in a hurry.

They yearn for the nourishment of demon blood.

Just like Ian could never forget the demon god after eating it, and the hellcat that drank demon blood found everything else tasteless. This is probably a typical example of being spoiled and having a picky palate.

"Get away! Damn it! You're not a demon! What are you?" The gatekeeper demon struggled frantically, but the hellcat's protruding straws clung to it like leeches.

Perhaps because the gatekeeper demon was of a high rank, his skin was extremely defensive. Even though the Hellcat used all its strength, it could only make a "gurgling" sound.

Unable to break through the opponent's defense.

Of course, not a single drop of Hell's Magic Oil could be extracted.

"Woo woo~" It honked pitifully, its headlights flashing as if it were complaining, and its exhaust pipe spewed out a few puffs of black smoke to express its disappointment. And Ian couldn't bear to see his beloved Hellcat go hungry.

It saved Ian's family's lives.

"What a clueless demon! A smart demon would know to stick his vein into my cat's gas tank himself!" Ian suddenly pulled a short sword that shone with holy light from his palm-sized pants pocket. He ignited a not-so-strong holy flame, which emitted a rule representing absolute sharpness.

"No! You are an archangel! The archangel is attacking Hell! Lord Lucifer, save me!" The gatekeeper demon's pupils suddenly dilated, his ferocious face filled with terror.

Its cries for help echoed across the desolate, hellish wasteland.

however.

But there was no response—which was normal, as Lucifer was currently training his good brother and had no interest in dealing with the countless demons in Hell.

"Swish! Swish!"

Ian swiftly delivered two blows to the demon, whose flesh was instantly torn apart like crispy roasted meat, and scalding hot demon blood, like lava, gushed from the wounds.

The Hellcat's straw immediately began to tremble excitedly as it began to devour its food.

"Leave some for me! Leave some for me!" The demon head Baal was so anxious that its ears twitched. It rolled from Ian's waist to the ground and opened its huge mouth to start tearing at the demon's flesh.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +996]

The demon head ate meat, the hellcat drank blood, and Ian consumed energy; everyone seemed to have a bright future. The demon head, however, was the weakest; it ate only a few bites before getting full and starting to evolve again.

however.

Its evolution, however, is not as obvious as that of the Hellcat.

With eating.

The Hellcat's exterior was clearly changing—the dark red armor writhed like a living thing, sharp horns grew from the front of the vehicle, and the exhaust pipes transformed into the shape of devil horns.

[Hell OS 2.0 is being installed. New features: Soul Navigation, Sin Radar, Demon Voice Assistant] Clearly, this update includes an extra surprise.

The upgraded Hellcat excitedly drifted in place, its tires burning a "666" mark on the ground.

“Not bad, not bad, now it truly deserves the name 'Hellcat'.” Ian looked at his beloved car with satisfaction. It seemed that Hellcat, which knew how to use double entendres, had also become quite intelligent.

He admired the transformation of the Hellcat for a moment, then turned to look at the gatekeeper demon, who had turned into a dried-up corpse, and was actually using his last bit of strength to make the sign of the cross on his chest.

"What are you doing, a demon, making the sign of the cross?"

Ian asked curiously.

"We have to give it a try."

The demon finished speaking in a weak voice. The cross he had drawn was exceptionally effective. Finally, he breathed his last as he was consumed by the backlash from the “rebellious” behavior of his race.

"..." Ian really found it hard to judge the demon's behavior. He never expected to encounter an abstract demon. His attempt to become a traitor on the spot was indeed somewhat foolish.

"Today is a good day~"

"This is actually a Chinese song!" Hellcat retracted its straw, still savoring the song, and even let out a burp, spewing a ball of hellfire from its exhaust pipe. Baal, meanwhile, patted its round belly and felt deep into its throat with its veins. Baal, who considered its head as its true form, also possessed a complete sense of self—though it was truly a weakling. Despite eating so much meat, the only difference was that its horns became brighter, longer, and thicker, with some tiny bristles growing on them.

"You can't even pretend to be a great evolver, you're such a waste of food." Ian tucked the demon head back into his belt and politely put the gates of hell back in place.

These are the good qualities that children from highly educated families should possess. Sharing food with local natives is one thing, being polite is another, and no one has ever stipulated that these two cannot coexist harmoniously.

"Waaah, where am I? I'm so scared." After Ian had finished eating, he remembered to brush his teeth and then pretended to be a little boy lost in hell.

In order to increase its appeal to demons.

Ian was also wearing overalls—a very effective trick. He cried out in a pre-pubescent child's voice, perfectly portraying a lost human child. He deliberately tripped over a protruding tree root, falling with a thud onto the scorched earth. Then, the first low-ranking demon poked its head out of the lava fissure.

"Oh? A fresh, living person? My favorite little boy from when I was alive." The demon, which looked like a mutated lizard, rubbed its claws together, and its sticky saliva dripped onto the scorching ground with a "sizzling" sound.

It is clearly an acquired demon that was transformed from a human priest who fell into hell.

Ian curled up into a ball.

His shoulders trembled pitifully.

"I...I can't find my mom and dad."

His acting skills may not be Oscar-worthy, but they are still quite commendable.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid~ Uncle will take you to find them."

The demon grinned, its blood-red maw chuckling. It stretched out its barbed tongue, but just as it was about to touch the boy, the boy grabbed it and pulled it away.

"Caught!"

The trembling "little boy" suddenly sprang to his feet and pulled the demon directly in front of him, whereupon he began to work together with the toy car and the demon's head.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +99]

The little devil didn't have much energy, but it was better than nothing.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +87]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +56]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +33]

……

"Who can help me?"

Ian transforms into Xiao Nanliang dressed as a nun.

He knelt before the cross and prayed.

"I just jumped off a building, how did I end up here?"

This time, he looks like a middle school student carrying a schoolbag.

"Is there anyone kind enough to help?"

With the ability to create all sorts of illusions, Ian quickly created a wig to mimic his appearance.

He is the real Mystique.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +21]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +19]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +13]

The continuous sting operations have brought Ian considerable gains, but his capacity to process them has its limits. However, this does not mean that the demons can escape his schemes.

He actually kept his promise.

He hadn't actually touched a single demon's scalp. The boy simply stuffed the demons he couldn't finish eating into his extra dimension—one, two, many more—and with his abundant harvest, Ian felt he had found his own paradise. If he hadn't lacked preservatives, he would have actually wanted to make canned demons.

"Oh! God Ian! I think this wave of progress has at least brought me to the peak of the ninth rank of intermediate demon, the limit of the ninth rank, and the king-level realm of the ninth rank of intermediate demon!"

The demon minotaur was well aware of the hierarchical divisions that Ian had explained to it.

"make persistent efforts!"

While Ian was busy labeling the newly captured demon, his casual remark gave the Minotaur a huge boost. It had evolved a brain that could automatically fill in the blanks of every word Ian said—this was not just a short statement, but a sign of Ian's trust, favor, and affection!
Praise be to God Ian!

The Demon Minotaur's self-conquest is complete.

Loyalty +1.

"Keep going, keep going. Reveal your true nature, pretend to be injured, and you'll definitely be able to lure some more demons over." Ian also possessed a strong leadership mindset. He knew that a boss couldn't handle everything; otherwise, what would be the point or bring him any joy in being the boss and the leader?

"Okay, okay!"

The demon head immediately complied.

Another round of entrapment.

Ian isn't worried about turning demons into an endangered species, because there are always demons to capture, just like how super beasts don't feel pain—a fact known to everyone in DC.

"The America Wildlife Conservation Society has never prohibited law-abiding citizens from capturing demons!" Ian was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten for a moment why he had come to Hell.

how to say.

Actually, it's not a case of putting the cart before the horse. After all, what is the essential and what is the trivial is something that Lord Ian has his own scale to weigh. As a soul that transmigrated from the Great Celestial Empire, who can say that hoarding food is not doing his proper job?
Just as the boy began to argue his way out of trouble again, on the distant Sulphur Mountain, Crowley, who had just returned to Hell, held up his binoculars with trembling fingers, keeping a close watch on Ian, who had suddenly appeared.

"Hey~"

As the current leader of Hell, Crowley knew that if he witnessed the killing of lesser demons and did nothing about it, he would lose some of his support and authority.

“I have to do something!” Crowley was a man who valued fame and fortune highly. Seeing Ian going too far, he gritted his teeth and made a daring decision.

I saw.

He extended his palm, gathering magical power within it, and then decisively struck – the King of Hell's Agent swiftly plucked out his two eyeballs.

Not only that, he also sealed his eyeballs inside an iron box. In this way, his eyes were sealed shut, and he could see nothing, thus resolving the crisis that threatened his dignity.

"The weather in Hell is really nice today, but unfortunately I can't see anything," Crowley muttered with a sigh, feeling proud of his own intelligence.

To have risen to such a position with a human soul, his intelligence far surpasses that of most demons. His henchmen, for example, lack his level of wisdom.

"Your Excellency, are we just going to stand by and watch that archangel run rampant? That guy is eroding the hopes of our future demons!" The henchman brandished his steel fork angrily, his voice filled with righteous indignation and hatred. He genuinely felt indignant for the other demons; after all, there were also their own budding talents in Hell.

Hear the words.

Crowley raised his hand and patted the henchman beside him.

"What else? Let him stuff me in the gas tank too? To become fuel for his weird vehicle? Damn it, that car isn't a demon at all, it's fueled by the evil contained in the blood of a demon!"

"This is more terrifying than angels, incredibly...evil!"

His voice was filled with the helplessness of a wronged person, but his actions were not affected by this emotion. He was still decisive and smashed the henchman's head into pieces with both hands.

"Boss..."

The henchman, stripped of his core, collapsed to the ground, instantly turning into a handful of red soil that nourished the hellish landscape. Crowley, having ruthlessly delivered the killing, expressionlessly pulled out a pack of tissues.

"Only by being pragmatic can one live a long life, whether in the human world or hell." As he wiped his filthy hands, he couldn't help but think of his conversation with Lucifer before returning to hell—that boy, perhaps not powerful, but the glory he possessed was definitely the nemesis of all angels and demons.

The gifts bestowed by death were never the most troublesome attribute of that boy.

God's favor is the only one!
Those who cannot see through this cannot kill the boy, while those who can see through this dare not act rashly. This is the real thorn in the side that runs through heaven and hell!

"Sigh, while he's here, I'll have to take a long break in the toilet." Crowley turned and left, heading to his secret toilet for tactical hiding.

at the same time.

Hellcat has already carried Ian on its way.

He was riding on the roof of the Hellcat, inspecting today's harvest.

147 low-level demons
63 Mid-Rank Demons
High-ranking demons x23
7 Mutant Demons of Unknown Species
……

This is what the hamster party is like: wanting to take stock of their spoils. Amidst his own laughter and merriment, Ian was led by the Hellcat through layers of dimensions to the most representative building in Hell.

That highest, largest, and most conspicuous throne. No great demons stepped forward along the way; after all, those who could be great demons were all cunning, even though Ian's Hellcat had crossed the dimension of the Hell Lord.

The Lord of Hell happened to be out—which is why Ian's journey went so smoothly, so smoothly that it left him somewhat disappointed. Fortunately, Hellcat played him some music. The lyrics were very rhyming, and had a strong smug slant. However, mastering rhyming and flattery are both prerequisites for becoming a high-ranking demon in the DC Universe.

"Look! Lucifer's throne is uneven, and there are stone blocks floating on its surface... I bet they're the only things in the world that have ever kissed Swallow, the Lord of Hell!"

What truly roused Ian was the form the throne took, but his sudden inspiration left neither the demon head nor the hellcat daring to respond or agree.

"The souls of all people reside in this vicinity."

The demon minotaur changed the subject, but not too abruptly.

This is the paradise where Lucifer watches countless humans fall into depravity. Surrounding it stands a colossal structure composed of countless cubes, resembling a twisted beehive from afar. Each cube is a transparent cell, imprisoning fallen souls who, day after day, relive their most remorseful moments from their lives.

Ian stepped on the hood of the Hellcat.

With a graceful landing, it came to a stop before this "City of Repentance." Black snowflakes drifted down from the air, resembling the ash from burnt paper.

"Welcome to the Hellish Real Estate Development Zone! This location is at least on par with the Second Ring Road of the capital!" Ian certainly remembered that he was supposed to save someone, but finding Hannibal in this boundless "city" was no easy task. There are many Hannibals in this world; even if there are names posted outside the gate, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

Pushing open the first Hannibal Lecter room door, Ian realized he'd gone to the wrong person—in the cell, a middle-aged man in a suit was kneeling on the floor, holding a little girl with a bluish-purple face. He was weeping bitterly, frantically confessing and apologizing, the syringe needle on his wrist conspicuously visible.

"Baby, Daddy was wrong. Daddy shouldn't have..." The man's crying stopped abruptly, the scene reset, and he woke up with a start on the sofa, feeling unwell all over, so he began to search the room.

"Dad, Dad, please don't hurt yourself anymore!"

"Go away!"

The man picked up the syringe again.

Trembling, he pushed the unknown liquid into his body.

Reason was overwhelmed by drugs.

Wake up again.

The man saw his child's corpse again.

The scene of people crying and wailing was repeated time and time again.

then.

At the most heart-wrenching moment, the cycle of hell will reset.

It's like a brand new day, yet it's also the same old day. The man repeats this process over and over again, and with each cycle, he forgets what happened before.

Taking drugs.

A mistake.

sobbing.

Hell gave the man chance after chance, but he was never able to make a second choice, just like the streetwalker in another cell who was also named Hannibal Lecter.

A heavily made-up woman was counting banknotes. Every time she counted to the seventh bill, she would see the smiley face drawn on it, and suddenly, as if remembering something, her expression would change drastically, and she would cry out and rush towards the front door.

however.

When a voice appears behind her, asking her to provide services, her fingertips hesitate for a moment when they touch the doorknob, and then the whole world resets back to when she was sitting on the edge of the bed counting money.

"This customer I met was actually my first love?" Ian didn't know what the streetwalker's guilt stemmed from. He had searched for several Hannibal Lecters in a row but hadn't found the person he was looking for. All he had seen were all sorts of different people repeating the same cycle, and each of the victims never changed their depravity.

This was to be expected, since, according to Ian's understanding, for countless years, no one in Hell had ever successfully escaped the "cage" that confined them. Even though the gate to the cage was never locked, and they could leave at any time, no one had ever been able to take that step.

In this regard.

Ian also demonstrated his helpful spirit.

"Brother, are there still properties left on Earth? Can you afford indulgences?"

"You can afford it? That's great! You're such a good brother. Once I find a therapist, I'll come and save you!"

"Can't afford it? Then please move. I still have a great use for this house. I'm going to build a new era of private prison in hell. I need to collect 99,990 cells that nature has given me."

……

He inspected each cell, stopping occasionally to chat with the "residents." The expelled souls stood blankly in the corridor, seemingly having lost their purpose in life after escaping the cycle.

"Where...where should I go?"

Someone asked Ian.

“You’re an American and you don’t know how to wander? Of course you should go out and wander around, be a happy vagabond in hell!” Ian was also enthusiastically pointing out a clear path for the soul he had dragged out.

"No! You can't do this!" The souls, driven out of the room, were filled with complex emotions. They had not yet awakened from the cycle, but that did not prevent them from realizing their predicament.

Who would have thought that even in hell, one could be homeless!

"Of course I can do that. See this coin? Seeing it is like seeing Lucifer. I am the Vice President of Hell, and I can do whatever I want."

Ian felt he had encountered some hellish people. He had already rescued these people from the cycle of death, yet they still didn't know how to be grateful. They deserved to go to hell after they died.

"But we're still in hell!"

"Yes! We want to go to heaven!"

"Unless you send us to heaven, you're not taking our house!"

……

Many human souls surrounded Ian in protest.

"Fine, if you can't afford an atonement and can't even reflect on your sins, you might as well go cool off in heaven." Ian kicked the hellish ghosts hard in the butt, sending them flying into the sky like stars.

Every soul is a foot.

Both rain and dew are touched.

This could also be seen as a form of selfless love, fulfilling the wishes of these souls lost in hell. After doing this good deed, Ian continued emptying the cells in hell.

He was also frantically carving teleportation arrays in the prison cell, trying to enable him to remotely send prisoners to the human world. In this way, his father would certainly not have to worry about him violating the principle of not killing.

"What are you doing?" The demon Baal watched as Ian installed a sewing machine and assembly line in the cell, and its originally large bull eyes began to evolve into beady eyes.

"It's obvious you've never visited a private prison. This is how private prisons are here. I provide cells for the criminals, and of course, they have to repay me with labor—you know, America has an 80-year-old president, but there are absolutely no free cells! Even my dear fan Jack gets a 20% discount when he goes in!"

Ian's voice was powerful and resonant, each word striking the very core of the demon's mind.

"..."

The demon bull-headed man thought that Ian had come to the right place in Hell. If the Triple Demon had half the brains of this evil god, he would have long ago dominated Hell and become an even more powerful King of Hell.

"Oh, Wayne Corporation will definitely be acquired by me. I will have a batch of Palu-level criminals who will be reformed today and then reformed again tomorrow, never remembering how many days they have been reforming!"

While Ian was busy setting up the 233rd "Ian Garment Factory".

The entire city of repentance suddenly trembled violently.

Sulfur crystals crackled and fell from the sky, accompanied by the distant hiss of some ancient creature—then, a sudden change occurred, and Valak, one of the seventy-two demon gods, descended on flames. At that moment, the sky of hell was torn apart, and sulfurous fire poured down like a torrential rain. Valak's true form rose from the abyss.

"Do you remember me? Human."

His demonic body blotted out the sky and the sun. His appearance was both ferocious and short, like a little girl. Each of his dragon-like wings was burning with an inextinguishable fire of sin.

Millions of wailing souls struggled within these wings.

"Who are you? I apologize, as a distinguished guest, I am often forgetful." Ian indeed failed to recognize the demon god Valak, and he was unaware of why the other party looked so resentful.

He is generally kind to others and rarely makes enemies. Even if he does make enemies, he will make sure on the spot that the enemy can no longer continue to make enemies with him.

"Don't you remember me? Ha, you once devoured a wisp of my avatar. I told you you would regret it. I never expected you would actually deliver yourself to my doorstep!"

Valak's voice was venomous, and only He knew how much ridicule He had suffered in Hell because His clone had been eaten. At this moment, His eyes were filled with rage as He looked at Ian.

"It's you!"

Ian looked up at the ancient demon god, blinked, and his super brain quickly searched his memory, successfully locking onto the corresponding target. He immediately changed his expression and slapped his thigh.

"Delicious Snack Voucher!"

Ian's face showed greed. He was not frightened at all. Instead, he swallowed his saliva frantically and said with annoyance that he was really forgetful.

"??????"

Valak was taken aback by Ian's reaction, then flew into a rage. The rules of hell were twisted under His will, and terrifying power poured down like a torrent.

A strong wind blew by.

It's not just a gale.

It also carries the will to dismantle Ian's flesh and blood.

Berserker Experience +13

Berserker Experience +16

Berserker Experience +19

……

I saw.

Ian's flesh began to peel away like fine sand, as if his whole body was about to be blown into dust by the wind, and his white jade-like bones began to be exposed, just like Wolverine being ravaged by the power of the phoenix.

of course.

Their circumstances are similar.

However, Ian still talks a lot more than Wolverine.

"Luckily, I hid all my divine power, otherwise you would definitely have been hit by my Ultra Bomb. The Ultra Bomb is a special attack against you. You would be very sad if you lost my mouth." Ian, who only had half a head and flesh left, was not only still moving his mouth, but was even drooling uncontrollably.

Berserker Experience +11

Ian's flesh and blood will not be completely destroyed.

It will keep regenerating.

The higher the damage dealt by the opponent, the stronger Ian's self-healing ability becomes.

[Wrath of the Undead: When you take any form of damage, you recover 1% of your maximum health per second, healing all injuries, including fatal ones.]

The more severe the injury, the faster the recovery. When your health drops below 10%, you will receive a brief resurrection, a blissful rebirth that will last until all your energy is depleted.

Death? That has always been a luxury for you.

Because he has plenty of energy, Ian doesn't have to worry about running out of energy. He can't even trigger the special effect that makes him reborn from the ashes when his health drops below 10%.

After all, Ian's bone club was harder than anything else, and what was filled inside was no longer just bone marrow, but bone marrow that had been permeated by Odin's divine power.

The 72 Demon Lords of Solomon are very powerful, but Odin's power is certainly not weak either. If Ian is worried about damaging the "exchange voucher," he will definitely choose to use his [Ultraman Ian] exclusive bomb skill.

"??????"

Valak noticed that Ian's gaze was filled with a pure, unadulterated hunger. He had lived for countless millennia, but he had never seen a madman like Ian, who was indestructible yet still craved to eat him.

"Do you think you can treat me like you treat my clone?" Valak roared furiously, and Ian's flesh and blood were instantly disintegrated.

All that remained were the pure white bones.

He's still moving.

It's still getting closer.

and.

This is because Valack increased his output.

next moment.

The Rebirth from the Ashes effect was triggered, and Ian's flesh and blood regenerated like a tidal wave. His skin, muscles, and bones regenerated at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was restored to a complete human form.

"Oh, dear demon god, don't underestimate yourself. I believe you are even more delicious than your clone."

As Ian spoke, he reminisced about how he had sacrificed a demonic avatar to his adoptive father, the Death Knight, who then cooked the demon for him. That was the first time Ian had tasted the demon.

How to describe it.

All I can say is that the taste of the Demon God is truly amazing.

"As weak as you are, even if I stand here, you can't even withstand my defense..." The demon god, whose stats were off the charts and conservatively in the five digits, scoffed at Ian with a mocking tone. It was a mockery because his sarcasm abruptly ended halfway through. Because Ian, who loved being a stat-centric monster, would switch to being a mechanic-centric monster when he couldn't be one anymore.

He pulled out his "dinner knife" and rubbed it against his sleeve a couple of times. As the saying goes, friction creates fire, so it's perfectly logical that a holy flame appeared on the short sword.

The sword was entirely silver.

A sacred fire blazed on the blade.

"This is impossible! How could it be in your hands!" Valak's pupils dilated, his eyes wide with shock and anger. He instinctively tried to fly away, and the entire demon seemed to be in great fear.

Yes, as a demon god, Valak could certainly recognize the short sword in Ian's hand, the Sword of Death, the Blade of God. This sword, according to legend, could even kill Lucifer!

Who would dare to touch it?
Without saying a word, the demon god turned around and was about to fly away.

however.

“Crack.”

Ian pulled out a revolver, aiming the barrel at His flight path. At that moment, Valak knew He was fast, but He dared not gamble.

"God Eater Colt!"

Valak's wings froze.

He dared not fly anymore.

This gun is more terrifying than the Blade of God—legend has it that if it locks onto someone, even God will be killed with a single shot! Such a thing could terrify Him to the point of death!

"Where did you find it? Where did you find them?" The demon god truly couldn't understand why a human would possess so many deadly weapons!
“I’m very cautious and devout, so I won’t tell you who likes little boys and has a crush on me… Listen, if you don’t fly, I absolutely won’t use Colt.”

Ian pointed the gun at Valak, whose face turned ashen, but he dared not gamble. One of the seventy-two demonic pillars was forced back to the ground by an empty gun.

of course.

He's also very cunning.

I didn't dare take off, but I did run away on the ground.

"Don't run away! I just want to show you my big treasure!" Ian chased after him, and seeing that the other side wouldn't listen at all, he was forced to adopt a pleading tone.

"If all else fails, an arm will do! I can trade an arm with my godfather for some good food! I'll show you my precious treasure! Really, it's a real treasure! I'm not kidding!"

Ian practically used a megaphone, but his persuasive skills weren't high enough; the demon, upon hearing this, ran even faster. Its speed was incredible; Ian, under normal circumstances, couldn't keep up.

however.

Four-legged Ian is far superior to two-legged Ian. He has once again equipped his Speed ​​Force external thighs, making him incredibly fast. How could a two-winged demon god outrun four-legged Ian?
Ian was getting closer and closer.

Desperate to survive, Valak could only resort to the most effective method—the Demon God circling the pillar. As expected of a Demon God, He immediately noticed that Ian had some problems with turning.

"Get away from me! I won't give you my hands! You filthy thing!"

Certification +1.

Valak had a very loud voice, which shook the entire area of ​​Hell. Ian was a very accommodating person and respected other people's wishes, so when Valak circled Lucifer's throne and played "Qin King circling the pillar" with him, refusing to give in, Ian considerately lowered his demands.

"If your arm isn't okay..."

He is content with what he has.

“Chirps are fine too! My godfather would definitely love eating chirps. No man doesn’t like eating chirps from other races. They’re very nutritious!” Of course, Ian didn’t have that need.

He just wanted to use an impeccable argument to trick the demon into stopping.

“You’re a demon god, you can definitely grow another one on your own,” Ian advised kindly, but Valak turned back and roared at him in despair as he fled.

"I don't have that thing!"

His voice finally took on a hint of hysteria.

"Then let me squeeze out some magic milk! My second brother will definitely love it!" Ian tried to persuade him again, refusing to give up. Valak, one of the seventy-two demon gods, finally understood what despair meant.

His attacks could not kill his opponent, while his opponent's sword and spear would kill him instantly. This feeling of the opponent being able to make countless mistakes while he himself could not make even one mistake was truly unbearable.

"Satan! The Great One! Save me!!!"

Valack finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He roared to the sky.

"Satan? The Great One?"

Ian was on high alert and immediately stopped, looking around warily. He knew, of course, that there were several Satans in Hell, the first of whom was the self-proclaimed infinitely great Satan.

That was also God's first creation, a life form that God created to talk to Him. It was powerful and belonged to the level of an emperor in Hell.

"Are you talking about the First Fallen Ones? The first Satan?" Ian had heard of it before. It was said that the period when God and his wife were at odds was the period when the First Fallen Ones fell into hell before Lucifer.

This history is recorded in unofficial accounts. It is said that the newly fallen ones saw God hiding in the "garage" playing League of Legends, so they were cast into Hell.

Even someone as bold as Ian has moments of fear. Fortunately, the air was deathly still, and the First Fallen Ones did not respond. Valak could only play the demon-circling game with Ian under Lucifer's throne.

"Looks like you're not very familiar with the Fallen Ones!" Ian continued to chase, and Valak continued to flee. In the chase, even though Valak had wings, he was doomed.

Ian gradually adapted to the changeover.

"Whoosh—!"

The holy sword slashed across.

Valak's wing was severed at the root.

The demon god let out a miserable howl.

He knelt on the ground. The next moment, Ian pounced on him like a hungry tiger, straddling him, just like that rainy night many days ago when Ian had his clone on top of him.

This is what happens when the same thing repeats itself.

Just as Ian was about to start cutting and take on the role of butcher.

Valak's scream hadn't even escaped his lips.

"boom!!!"

A vast and boundless dark power suddenly descended.

They instantly suppressed Ian on the spot!

"Oh no, Ian God! This is the Demon King Sangu!!!"

The demon Baal cried out in alarm behind Ian.

"I haven't offended the Three Palaces Demon, so why is the Three Palaces Demon trying to offend me? Let me up! Otherwise, I wish you would have 360 ​​billion rebellious daughters in your next pregnancy!" Ian cursed as he saw the demon god about to be rescued, but an endless force tried to suppress Ian, preventing him from getting up from the ground.

At this moment.

Ian was also somewhat regretful.

He shouldn't have called himself the Great Sage Riding a Cat before he even entered Hell. Sure enough, there's a law in the dark: every Great Sage is bound to encounter his own Five Finger Mountain.

Berserker Experience +13

Berserker Experience +19

Berserker level increased!

Strength: 406-409

[Physical fitness: 422-429]

Intelligence: 40.8-40.9

[Spirit: 156-157]

The slight increase in attribute values ​​was completely useless. The oppressive power of the Trigon Demon was far too fierce. Moreover, although the Trigon Demon did not descend, its will, along with some kind of rule, enveloped Ian.

For the seemingly indestructible Ian, the Demon King Sangoku was clearly prepared to take an unconventional approach. Knowing that Ian was immortal, he decided to extinguish Ian's will.

dark.

Pure darkness.

This is not a dark environment in the ordinary sense, but a conceptual "nothingness"—Sanguma's will has dragged Ian into the most primordial void, where there is no time, no space, only the purest struggle of existence. Clearly, Sanguma intends to suppress Ian's will here with her status and the concepts she possesses.

It is a battlefield of concepts and existence. The Trigon Demon, one of the most terrifying beings in Hell, a cosmic-level demon, wields the power of "destruction" and is essentially defined by "domination." His power is not merely physical crushing, but also conceptual suppression; he can tear apart the thoughts of any living being with "absolute domination."

You are nothing but dust.

The consciousness of the Three Palace Demon surged forth like a tsunami.

He is attaching a definition to Ian.

"You are nothing but a grain of sand in the cracks of time." Some force wanted to twist Ian's will into sand, but Ian's will was simply too strong.

“You’ve been beaten so badly by your own daughter that you screamed, but your daughter can’t beat me, so rounding it off, it’s basically the same as you can’t beat me.”

Ian continued to hurl insults at the Three Palace Demon.

Sangu Demon fell silent.

It wasn't that I was so angry that I fell silent.

Instead, He was stunned into silence by Ian's logic. He had intended to overwhelm Ian with his stream of consciousness, to drive Ian to despair and make him a slave to His own will.

He prepared countless conceptual weapons, ready to drag Ian into the abyss of existence as suffering. However, Ian gave him no chance; Ian defined himself.

Even though he lacked the power of conceptual understanding, his logic—simple, crude, absurd, yet unbreakable—completely annihilated the definition that Sanguma attempted to impose on Ian, reducing it to mere dust. Left with no other option, Sanguma had to find a different approach on this battlefield of concepts.

"I am the Lord of Chaos, and all order will eventually return to chaos, including you." The voice of the Palace Demon transformed into the chant of billions of demons, each syllable reconstructing reality.

He seemed to have truly transformed into countless forms of chaos to envelop Ian.

“You and your daughter are related by blood, and your daughter loves me, so rounding it up, you love me too.” Ian’s words were a bombshell.

All the chaos that was trying to envelop Ian seemed to become reluctant to harm him.

"??????"

Sangu was stunned.

No matter how much the Demon King Sangu tried to overwhelm Ian with his stream of consciousness, Ian's mind remained constant, so he stood firm and could not be crushed by the concepts expounded by the Demon King Sangu.

"How could anyone truly believe in such an equation?"

The voice of the Demon of the Three Palaces was filled with disbelief. He could not refute Ian with "reason" because Ian was not fighting in the dimension of "reason".

This is the most absurd thing. Because in the clash of these concepts, one party needs to truly believe that they can do it in order to materialize their will in this aspect of the concept.

It's not just empty talk.

You still need to believe in your own words.

"I symbolize the dark side of all living beings! Now! Reveal your darkness!" Sangu Demon changed her approach again, attempting to influence Ian.

however.

The effect is not significant.

"I am the next leader of the Justice League, and even my piss is full of justice. There is no darkness in my heart!" Ian's will was stronger than the previous two times.

He is truly flawless.

Suddenly, the entire dark space trembled violently. At that moment, Sangu Demon realized that this mortal was not talking nonsense—he was undermining his authority in the most absurd way.

"I am... invincible!" San Gongmo almost wavered in his resolve, so he quickly reiterated his statement to solidify his position on the battlefield.

“You’ve been defeated by your daughter, in the past, present, and future, more than once. I like to tell the truth,” Ian said suddenly, his words piercing the darkness like a holy sword.

"Damn it! What are you defining?"

San Gongmo panicked.

He discovered that Ian's words did not only exist on this battlefield, but seemed to extend into reality, so He quickly tried to suppress them with a grander concept.

[This demonstrates that the universe is merely virtual data, and Ian is simply a piece of data code.]

[This is an attempt to materialize the history of the decline of all civilizations, thereby labeling Ian as corrupt.]

[The deaths of Ian's parents foreshadow Ian's inevitable descent into darkness.]

Trigon Demon is certainly keeping up with the times, coming up with all sorts of tricks, but these things can only affect those fake heroes. True heroes are never swayed by external influences. No matter what moves Trigon Demon makes, Ian simply keeps repeating one sentence—"Your daughter > you, I > your daughter, therefore I > you."

This ever-deepening definition began to distort the battlefield, and darkness began to collapse, not because it was defeated by power, but because the Three Palace Demons were driven to the brink of despair by this impeccable logical loop.

"That's not right!"

The Demon King finally understood how Lucifer felt when he faced Morpheus—when the other party upholds a concept with absolute conviction, even the Lord of Hell cannot shake it.

“Then I’m the pink Apache attack helicopter you can’t beat, that’s definitely correct.” Ian’s correct understanding of reality shattered the last line of defense of the Three Palaces Demon.

"Damn it! What are you even believing in?!"

The roar of the Triple Demon shattered several small hellish dimensions, but its power could not truly reach Lucifer's throne. After all, a minor lord would hardly dare to enter a king's territory without permission.

of course.

I'm not afraid of using some tricks.

"Enough!!!"

A massive, all-encompassing demonic hand slammed down, not to kill Ian, but to send this annoying monster to the deepest depths of hell. Ian felt his body plummeting downwards.

Even the hellcat couldn't keep up when it came to save its master.

He is falling.

come down.

It kept falling.

This situation did not shake Ian's resolve; he still clung tightly to his "trophy"—Valak had ultimately not escaped the clutches of the evil god.

Ian is very good at clinging to people like an octopus.

"Let me go! You madman!" Valak's scream echoed through hell. He probably never dreamed that such a day would come, and that even the Triple Demon couldn't save him.

Even the mighty King of Hell was utterly defeated. Even if it wasn't a clash of power, but merely a battle of wills, it was enough for Valak to feel the sheer magical nature of this world.

Humanity.

What gives them that kind of will?

"No! Stop! I didn't mean to hit you, I swear, you believe me—" Valak's scream echoed in the depths of hell, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. This once majestic demon of the seventy-two pillars was now being ridden by Ian, the cold light of the holy sword drawing a graceful arc in the darkness.

Ian was dismembering His body with the holy sword.

Anyone who has driven a luxury car understands what the parts-to-vehicle ratio is, so Ian plans to sacrifice Valak to the Death Knight in batches. He first sacrificed Valak's hands, which attempted to disrespect his super brain.

The Death Knight responded swiftly; Ian's pendant glowed, and the Twin Demon Hands vanished instantly. Moments later, a jet-black crystal fell from the void.

It hovered in front of Ian, who was eager to eat.

at the same time.

In a forgotten, sealed land.

The Death Knight sat in a worn but clean chair, taking a leisurely and elegant bite of his hamburger, while the television in front of him flickered with images of what was happening in Hell.

"So we've already been knocked into hell so quickly?" he said to the air, his voice hoarse like a rusty gear, yet still carrying the gentleness and refinement of an ancient nobleman.

The light bulb suddenly started flickering.

A woman dressed in gothic style appeared in this sealed land.

It was just a few projections.

However, it also looks incredibly real.

"You're almost out of trouble."

Miss Death looked at the Death Knight not far away.

"Isn't this a miracle? Just like the power that little guy we've been nurturing will eventually represent." The Death Knight chuckled softly, his tone neither excited nor pleased.

It's a very calm sound.

He slowly wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up, and pieced together the hands of the sacrificed Valak onto a doll—death was actually creating a substitute for itself.

Thus, they can stay in this cage in their place.

"maybe."

Miss Death remained noncommittal, simply turning her gaze to the television screen—the image there was very clear, showing Ian devouring the black crystal like a hungry wolf.

Its entire body emanated an ominous black light.

Strength: 409-622

[Physical fitness: 429-864]

Intelligence: 40.9-60.7

[Spirit: 157-333]

It's the same recipe, but it tastes different. The black crystals obtained by the clone and the original are not the same, just like the difference between Master Kong and Master Kong's Kang Shuai Fu.

This wave is a super-fat Ian!
"Burp~" Ian let out a satisfied burp and wiped his mouth. He felt his strength surging, unprecedented energy flowing through his muscle fibers. It was as if countless electric currents were coursing through his veins, every nerve ending was screaming, and every muscle fiber was being reshaped.

An unprecedented power surged within him—not a simple enhancement, but a complete transformation. Odin's divine power could now better nourish his powerful body, and Ian's bones emitted a deep hum within him, like a sleeping divine weapon being awakened, becoming as hard as adamantium.

He only needs to add some more enchantments to his skeletal structure, and perhaps the DC universe will also have a super-powerful being who forges an ultimate imperial weapon from his own bones. Ian could clearly sense that his flesh and blood were no longer fragile, but possessed a skin that was truly harder than steel.

The improvement in intelligence is also remarkable.

His neural reaction speed was increased to the extreme. He could see a black ash falling in the air 10,000 meters away, and could sense the changes in airflow caused by the flapping of a butterfly's wings hundreds of kilometers away.

The most astonishing change was in his brain. The already exceptionally active neural synapses were now flashing wildly like Christmas trees, with tens of thousands of new circuits being generated every second. Ian knew that his updated intelligence would allow him to better utilize his cosmic-level, limitless superintelligence.

"I suddenly changed my mind."

He looked down at Valak, who was still bleeding, his eyes shining, and his tone was full of expectation, "You can definitely grow another pair of hands, right? An endless kind?"

The innocence and joy of youth are so simple.

They are always easily satisfied.

Valak looked at his bare wrist, then at Ian's expectant eyes, and nodded frantically: "Of course! I'm a demon god! Not to mention hands, I can even grow wings back!"

In truth, He knew that the part of His body taken by the mysterious being was permanently missing. But right now, survival was paramount; who cared about such things?
Even demons want to live!
"Great! Fantastic! I really am a descendant of the rancher!" Ian was overjoyed, feeling that his Kent family traits had been inadvertently revealed once again.

My grandfather raised chickens and cattle.

Superman raises criminals and raises superheroes.

He, Ian, kept demon gods as pets.

How can this not be called the effort of three generations?

"I'll find you a good place!"

Ian, dragging Valak's tail like a sack, opened up his own extra dimension. Inside was a chaotic starry sky, dotted with all sorts of strange and wonderful islands.

"This will be your new home from now on!"

Ian affectionately tossed Valak onto the island for captivity, saying, "Remember to keep your arms growing! Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday without a break, and then on Sunday we'll have a 'more arms, more cuts' activity!"

The descendants of farmers are adept at production planning.

"..."

Valak lay paralyzed on the island, tears welling up in his eyes. He, a mighty demon of seventy-two pillars, had now become a livestock to be harvested sustainably? He was filled with intense hatred, yet could only endure the humiliation.

"Let me see where that guy from the Three Palaces Demon, who gave birth to eighty thousand sons with eighty thousand asses, came from." After settling his pets, Ian finally had the leisure to observe his surroundings.

This layer of hell was even more bizarre than he had imagined—countless translucent crystals stood like tombstones on the scorched earth, each imprisoning a twisted soul. The negative emotions they released converged into a dark purple river, flowing endlessly towards the distant city shrouded in mist.

This is clearly some corner deep within hell, belonging to some unknown ruler of hell. It looks very peculiar, with a kind of psionic, punk vibe.

“I’ve played God of War and Devil May Cry, so I know how to climb out of the deepest hell.” Ian stood on a gloomy and terrifying wasteland.

Just as he was pondering whether or not to cut a path directly to the human world.

"Shh!"

An elegant figure emerged from the shadows. It was a duke of hell, clad in a dark red robe, with a handsome yet pale face and a perfectly measured smile on his lips.

"welcome."

His enthusiasm was rather peculiar.

"Are you the master of this level of hell?" Ian asked, cracking his knives in his mimicry pocket as he secretly sharpened them.

He had thought it was going to be a battle.

however.

Duke Hell bowed slightly, his posture more respectful than a demon's, like a nobleman's butler, his movements as precise as if he were welcoming a long-awaited guest.

"You must be Mr. Ian Kent?" The Duke of Hell's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of respect for an unknown being.

"My master wishes to see you."

He extended the invitation.

"Okay, okay."

Ian hadn't expected a buy-one-get-one-free deal, and he secretly began to wonder which demon kings in Hell could command such loyalty from a Hell Duke.

Hell is a place of strict hierarchy.

Might reigns supreme.

Even a grand duke could scare the demon head into silence—Ian touched his backside, well, the demon head wasn't too timid.

It seems that it got separated from Ian during its previous fall.

The same goes for Hellcats.

"It's alright. Detective Conan once said that as long as we eat all the demons, the remaining two will definitely be my Hellcat and my loyal trash can."

Ian didn't return home that night, and he didn't have the idea of ​​returning to the human world in a day or two. He followed the Duke of Hell, wanting to see what tricks the ruler of this level of hell was playing that would make him take action.

The Duke of Hell led the way.

Ian swaggered after him.

"It feels like a castle from a fairy tale, a hellish fairy tale." The Duke of Hell led Ian across a long bridge paved with obsidian, beneath which flowed a churning river of sulfur.

Broken fragments of souls float in the river.

In the middle of the moat lay a vast city, a city completely out of place in hell. Here, instead of the blood and fire typical of hell, there was a scene of prosperity. Ian had expected to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but the sight before him made him wonder if he had wandered onto the wrong set.

The streets are wide and clean, lined with buildings that blend Gothic style with modern technology. Demons, humans, and hellish creatures coexist harmoniously, and there are even a few minor demons buying ice cream from a roadside stall.

"Hell...is this habitable now?"

A rare look of bewilderment appeared in Ian's eyes.

roadside.

A familiar figure is hawking a shiny electronic device.

"Apple 22, Hell Custom Edition, powered by psionic energy extracted from the body of a villain, never turns off, one recharge provides up to ten years of battery life!"

The man in the black turtleneck sweater shouted as he skillfully demonstrated the product.

“Steve Jobs?!” Ian’s eyes widened.

“Yes, Hell has attracted many outstanding entrepreneurs.” The Duke of Hell nodded, his words making sense. “After all, capital never dies in any world.”

This aligns with Ian's philosophy.

Ian even felt a pang of pity.

After all, true friends are hard to find.

They kept walking.

Demons and human souls walk side by side, some even discussing business.

"The sins of these souls are of very high purity, making them suitable for use as new energy batteries."

“The price is negotiable, but I want exclusive distribution rights.”

"make a deal."

……

Ian felt that many of his ideas might have been stolen by despicable people before he even came up with them, and the city was filled with neo-cyberpunk elements.

Huge holographic projections flickered in the air, playing advertisements for Hell's Enterprises; neon lights powered by soul energy lined both sides of the street; there was even a hellish version of an "autonomous carriage," pulled by three-headed hellhounds, moving faster than Tesla—and the Tesla mentioned here is the real Nikola Tesla.

Steve Jobs sold the Apple 22, while Nikola Tesla was chasing after lightning in hell, like a DC version of Kuafu (a legendary figure in Chinese mythology known for his madness and cunning). This doesn't look like hell at all.

I was filled with confusion.

Ian was taken to the top of a tower by the Duke of Hell.

That's no ordinary building.

Instead, it is a colossal tower that blends Gothic style with futuristic technology, crafted entirely from obsidian and soul metal, with a massive city projection floating atop it.

It displayed the situation in every location at all times. The elevator went straight to the top floor, and as soon as the door opened, Ian saw a man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city. He was wearing a smart black suit, his silver hair was neatly combed, and his back was calm and dignified, but he did not exude a particularly strong demonic aura.

"Master, the people are here."

"The Duke of Hell said respectfully."

The man slowly turned around, revealing a familiar face that Ian often saw in the 3D zone. Ian's eyes widened, his nostrils flared, his mouth opened, and even his ear canals bulged.

"Hello, Ian Kent, welcome to—New Gotham."

King of Hell.

Thomas Wayne smiled softly.

(End of this chapter)