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

Chapter 65 What did you add to your saliva?
Ian certainly had his own reasons for doing this.

He doesn't like others stealing his monsters.

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

He launched an attack.

He jumped up and punched the Minotaur in the face.

"Again?"

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

Anyone who's ever had a public falling out understands.

People with long arms really have an advantage.

"Ok?"

Ian swung his fists a few times, but failed to touch the Minotaur. Instead, the Minotaur gripped his skull and lifted his body up.

"..."

Rachel was filled with despair upon seeing this.

One minute?

This guy was down in less than 30 seconds!
"Mere human!" The minotaur's hands were covered in fierce flames, which ignited Ian's hair and engulfed Ian's entire head in the raging fire.

It wants to inflict the most terrible torment on this human being.

Feel the pain of your soul being burned.

however.

Berserker Experience +6

Ian felt like he was about to level up again. It was a little painful, but not unbearable. If he didn't have a phone, he would have liked to take a selfie and send it to his father.

The title is "Ghost Rider Ian".

"Suffer! Cry out! Beg for my mercy!"

The Minotaur let out a maniacal laugh.

Berserker Experience +8

It's almost time to upgrade!

"Um... I understand if you want me to beg for mercy, but why are you rewarding me?" Ian, who was engulfed in flames, did not scream but instead looked excited.

Berserker LV4 [1/80]

Strength: 8.5-11

[Physical fitness: 6.7-8.9]

Intelligence: 2.7-2.8

[Spirit: 7.1-7.5]

Can you not be excited?
Upgraded again!

Ian felt his immense power. He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary person, but had become a high-level ordinary person with double-digit power.

"No! You're wrong!" The Minotaur Demon, true to its name, was incredibly shocked to discover that the human's soul was completely unharmed!
The opponent's soul is completely immune to the burning of hellfire!
"Not completely immune?"

The Minotaur was astonished to find that Ian's face was turning green.

It thought it had unlocked some new Hellfire effect.

All are unaware.

Danger is imminent.

"Nonsence!"

Ian's spit of thick green phlegm hit the demon's chest precisely.

next moment.

The demon's grip on his head loosened completely—the pain and wailing wouldn't disappear, they would only appear on the defeated dog, and the demon would truly let out a heart-wrenching howl.

Ian was thrown to the ground.

The guy stumbled and staggered backward several steps.

"What did you do? Did you poison my saliva?" Rachel didn't know if it was because of the demon's injury or because of the ibuprofen, but after feeling less headache, she crawled out on her own.

She was horrified when she saw the demon's gruesome state. The part of the minotaur that Ian had struck with his saliva was now corroding and smoking, with countless tiny green tentacles seemingly writhing within it.

diffusion.

It continues to spread.

It was as if it wanted to assimilate the demon's body.

"It's fel energy! I added fel energy to my saliva!" Ian defended his personal qualities, saying he was just a relatively mature berserker with super intelligence.

A seasoned berserker knows how to make the most of their negative status effects.

"What kind of power is this! It's using my magic as nourishment!!!" The minotaur roared in terror. The effects of the fel energy on it far exceeded Ian's expectations.

It's like the effect is outstanding.

In just a few dozen seconds, most of the Minotaur's body was rendered.

Rachel felt a chill run down her spine watching it.

"No! There's a sound! I heard a sound!" Perhaps this demon really did have some brains and decisiveness. It roared and raised its hand to tear off its own head that had not yet been corrupted.

"Sigh~"

See this scene.

Ian gasped.

"There's a madman in this house too." He was somewhat surprised that he encountered madmen every day. Rachel glanced at him with a hesitant expression but ultimately said nothing.

The demon ripped his own head off.

"Boom!" The next moment.

The headless body naturally collapsed to the ground with a thud, and the bull's head, which it had twisted off with its own hands, also rolled to the ground, but its mouth was still opening and closing as it roared.

"I have lost! But... you will have nowhere to escape! My great master will break free! You cannot stop the course of history! You cannot stop the inevitable moment!"

"I will hear your cries of agony in hell!"

It cast a vicious curse on Ian and Rachel.

gushing.

But it failed to scare anyone.

It failed to scare Rachel, and it certainly didn't scare Ian.

"So annoying!" Ian looked around, rummaged through the rubble and pulled out a plastic box containing chemical reagents. He stuffed the bull's head inside and then grabbed a rag to shut the incessantly chattering mouth.

"You're taking it with you?"

Rachel was somewhat confused by this.

“I love working out. When I get back, I’ll have someone make me some beef head soup. It’s very nourishing.” Ian suddenly remembered his psychiatrist Hannibal and felt that he couldn’t let his parents’ treatment fees go to waste.

Hearing about Ian's "fitness" plan.

Rachel was clearly taken aback.

“The flesh and blood of demons will only corrupt you…” Rachel’s brows furrowed unusually. She didn’t object to Ian eating meat, but felt that Ian should eat some normal meat.

however.

Halfway through the sentence.

But then she caught sight of the demon's remains on the ground being dissolved by fel energy, and her voice abruptly stopped. Clearly, the girl had also realized who the true Poison King was in the room.

suddenly.

"crunch~"

A slight rustling sound came from the corner. The soul of chemistry teacher White had somehow slipped into a locker, only a pair of terrified eyes peeking out from the crack.

"Mr. White, can you build dragons?"

Ian stepped forward and politely opened the still-burning locker.

"What dragon?"

Mr. White swallowed hard, looking at Ian with a horrified expression—he had personally witnessed this handsome high school student just take down a terrible demon!

"Of course, it's the Qunbo Dragon, the Qutuo Dragon, the Yangxiong Dragon..." Ian's memory was exceptionally good, so he rattled off all the legendary nine dragon powers in one breath.

"..."

Both the teacher and the girl fell into a long silence.

after a while.

Realizing what was happening, Mr. White nodded with difficulty.

"Alright! My dear teacher! Please come in!" Ian was overjoyed and quickly pulled out a dented thermos. After hesitating for a moment, Mr. White sighed and, understanding the situation, climbed inside.

"It's done!"

Ian nodded in satisfaction.

Under the girl's gaze.

He started rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the classroom.

"I have a tiny bit, really just a tiny bit, psychological problem. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself without taking some medication." Ian couldn't find what he was looking for, so he could only shake his head in disappointment and sigh heavily.

"!?!?"

Rachel remained silent.

At that moment, she felt that everything seemed to make sense.

And at this time.

"Want some ice cream?"

The boy suddenly spoke enthusiastically.

"I don't like it."

Rachel gave a concise and clear answer.

She thought Ian was trying to get closer to her.

Never thought about it.

"You don't like it, but I do. What I mean is, I've already helped you solve such a big problem, shouldn't you treat me to ten Häagen-Dazs ice creams?"

Ian patted the plastic box in his hand.

He remembered it clearly.

Rachel had more Franklin in her wallet than he did.

Rich woman.

We cannot let any opportunity slip by.

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.

After a while.

"If you feel hot and want ice cream, could you please put out the fire on your head first...it's pretty scary."

Rachel spoke softly.

She was afraid that if she spoke too harshly, she would upset the boy in front of her.

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