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

Chapter 16 My stats! Above yours!

Accompanied by the emergence of evil spirits.

Ian's body also collapsed to the ground, swaying precariously. His entire body was pitch black, clearly indicating severe poisoning, with spiderweb-like blackish-purple patterns crawling across his skin.

Even its mouth was blowing bubbles.

Being directly possessed and corrupted by evil spirits can indeed cause significant harm to humans.

It would be very difficult for a normal person to survive.

"Quick! Constantine!" Charles shouted as soon as he saw the evil spirit appear, rushing towards Ian. He had intended to catch the young boy who was falling to the ground.

however.

Those who were with Constantine were more or less unreliable, and Charles ended up with nothing at all, not even catching the wave that Ian's fall caused.

"..."

Charles stood there awkwardly, his hands raised as if holding onto nothing.

And this time.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

Constantine, who was initially a bit confused, reacted quickly.

Even though he didn't understand why the evil spirit was reacting abnormally, he still immediately picked up the container he had just carved—a thermos that looked somewhat deformed.

Constantine had already used the time to inscribe a six-pointed star and inscriptions on it. The evil spirit let out a deafening shriek, but an invisible force pulled it toward the seemingly ordinary container.

"This is where you belong, you demon!"

Constantine continued chanting the sealing incantation, finally capturing the fleeing evil spirit directly into the container. The black mist was forcibly compressed and ultimately sucked into the thermos.

"Charles! Your teacup has done a great job!" Constantine immediately slammed the transparent lid on and quickly twisted it to completely seal the stainless steel thermos.

The six-pointed star pattern glowed with a blood-red light. Strangely, the thermos didn't vibrate violently, as if the evil spirit inside had given up struggling.

"solved!"

While Constantine was puzzled, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Looks like it's going to be another day with close calls but no real danger," Charles said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"A close call? Hahaha, this isn't over yet! That damn crazy boy, his body is completely decaying! He can't possibly survive!"

"Constantine, you will bear this sin as well!" The evil spirit's voice could still be heard. However, no matter how you listened, there was a hint of relief at surviving a catastrophe in its venomous voice.

"I will wait for you! I will wait for him in hell!!"

of course.

There was also a simmering annoyance and rage towards Ian. To be honest, if it weren't for Constantine's exorcism spell, it probably would have become the first demon to be devoured by a mad human.

Even now, thinking back on that evil spirit still makes me a little scared.

"What crazy boy?" Constantine glanced at the boy, whose body had turned black and who was lying on the ground, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with anxiety. He knew that the boy's condition was indeed bad.

“You must save this innocent man, or I will make you pay with your life.” Constantine began threatening the evil spirit in the bottle to save the boy’s life.

however.

The evil spirits remained unmoved.

"Demon! If you don't save him, I'll make you wish you were dead! Believe me! You'll never be able to go back to hell!" Constantine wasn't particularly concerned about strangers.

Rather, he cares about his own soul.

"Ah."

The evil spirits merely mocked them.

Just when Constantine was at his wits' end and didn't know what else to do...

"that……"

Charles nudged his arm.

"It's not the right time, Charles!"

Constantine turned his head in annoyance, only to find Charles pointing blankly to the side—before Constantine could turn his head, a small hand had already reached out and snatched the thermos from him.

"This is impossible!"

The evil spirit's face was pressed against the transparent glass above the lid of the stainless steel thermos.

The distorted face became even more ferocious with shock, but because its soul was partially intact, it looked somewhat weak and ethereal—Ian had practically devoured most of this guy's soul. "How is this possible... how is it possible to come back to life?"

The evil spirit let out an incredulous roar. Not only it, but even Constantine was stunned. The boy, who had been completely black just moments before, was now standing up as if nothing had happened?
Not only was he not in danger of dying, but he also looked lively and energetic, with fair and rosy skin. He even had the strength to snatch the thermos and stared at it, mocking it fiercely.

"It's been three minutes and you've only half-dead me. You can't even wear down 0.5% of my life in a second. You little evil spirit, how ridiculous!"

Ian's tone was sarcastic and unsettling.

"You should be dead! You should... No! What the hell are you?!" The demon's scream shook the cup; it no longer wanted to treat Ian as a human.

What kind of human could be so bizarre that even a demon like it feels uneasy about it?
"Pah! You're the devil, your whole family are devils!" Ian was furious at the nun's slander and immediately began to defend himself.

"That's the magic of numbers!"

"Number!"

"Do you even know what it means for my stats to be above yours?" Ian cursed wildly while clutching his thermos and shaking it violently up, down, left, and right.

He harbored resentment and grudges.

Of course, we must retaliate fiercely.

Son of Superman.

I never hold grudges.

"I've already overcome my psychological discomfort and risked leaving a psychological scar on my young mind to eat you up, and you just ran away after I'd only eaten two-thirds of you?"

"Run! Why aren't you running now!"

Ian's hand was shaking so much that it left afterimages.

He was physically torturing the evil spirit.

The effect is not bad.

"..."

"..."

Constantine and Charles exchanged glances, both seeing the fascinating expressions on each other's faces. They seemed to finally understand why the evil spirit called Ian a damned mad boy.

"What's happening here?"

Constantine couldn't help but swallow hard.

He seemed to have realized something.

It seems the evil spirit wasn't driven out by myself?
“I don’t know either… I just said that this boy was scarier than a ghost, and now it seems that my judgment was right.” Charles couldn’t help but recall his experience in the taxi.

He's still a little scared.

"You're telling me you don't know the people you brought?" Constantine looked at his companion with suspicion, but Charles just shrugged helplessly.

“I just picked up a passenger on the street.” Charles was telling the truth, but in Constantine’s view, the probability of encountering such a truth was no less than winning the lottery.

He gave Charles a look that said, "Are you kidding me?", then turned to look at Ian, who was playing the role of a human blender. His eyes darted around, and he immediately became serious as he spoke to Ian.

“Kid, give me this evil spirit. It’s not a toy… On the contrary, it’s dangerous and requires a professional like me to handle properly.”

Constantine wanted to reclaim his spoils.

however.

"Ok?"

Ian's eyes narrowed, his expression wary. He felt this thing should be his spoils of war. "Anything that crawled out of my body belongs to me!"

"This is a matter of clear ownership. You think you can steal my property? No way! The Sun of America once said that the private property of American citizens is sacred and inviolable!" Ian said righteously while looking at his personal panel. Devouring most of the evil spirit had brought him considerable benefits.

【Spirit: 4.2】

This is an attribute that is very difficult for a berserker to obtain. This situation further strengthened Ian's idea that he should compromise and find a better "cooking" method to eat the remaining evil spirits.

As for the negative effects of [Soul Corruption]? It only slightly affects one's mind and thinking. Ian doesn't even plan to remove this negative state immediately after returning.

What is poison to others is sweet date to him.
curse?

Do not!
This is a shortcut to a higher career path for him! Who knows, if he accumulates more negative effects in the future, he can save himself the tedious work of self-torture and then self-healing every day!
What is wisdom?

This is astonishing wisdom!

(End of this chapter)