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

Chapter 75 Demon! The Real Demon!

Perhaps the Minotaur has truly changed its tactics and is trying to bewitch Ian.

"We can sign a contract, a soul contract, and use the power of the contract to guarantee that I won't harm you," it earnestly advised Ian.

"Aren't you loyal to the Demon King Sangu?"

Ian's suspicious gaze was filled with distrust.

"I'm not changing allegiance. The great Demon King is my eternal faith, and that will never change. The contract between us is just a guarantee that I will not harm you."

The Minotaur Demon's tone still carried a sense of honesty.

"You are Superman's son, and even my master would never dare to harm you so easily." The Minotaur's tone was filled with emotion, but this was perhaps just its Oscar-worthy acting skills on display.

"Guess if I believe it or not?" Ian believed that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and he could only pretend that the clown who sent him checks was an accident.

“I can sense your intense, greedy thirst for magic… accompanied by a Kryptonian arrogance. You are destined to have a great talent for learning magic.”

The bull-headed demon continued to persuade him in a confident tone, "You probably don't understand what your pendant is. You might even think it's a gift to you, right?"

It recalled how Ian had repeatedly pressed it to the ground and stuffed the pendant into its body.

His expression showed lingering fear.

"You still remember this pendant of mine?"

Ian pulled out the pendant that was hidden under his shirt.

“Yes… I remember now… It’s not some treasure, it’s… an invitation from death.” The minotaur’s voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"An invitation from death?"

Ian looked thoughtfully at his negative status. It seemed the demon wasn't lying about this; the reason for deducting one point of health per minute was perhaps to bring the recipient closer to death.

“That’s right. This thing should have belonged to the Death Knight. However, there are rumors in Hell that it has fallen into the hands of a great demon whose name I dare not mention.”

“That great demon has been using this pendant to try and sacrifice interesting lives to the death knight. Now, I think you are the sacrifice that great demon is using to please the death knight.”

"You may not know who the Death Knight is. He is the end of all things, a truly terrifying and dreadful god, an ancient being that even my master would not dare to provoke."

The Minotaur Demon even went out of his way to explain the seriousness of the situation to Ian.

however.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ian, however, simply grabbed the expensive alloy hammer he had bought to destroy evidence during the previous hospital incident and smashed it hard on the Minotaur's forehead several times.

"You're the scary one! You're the terrifying one! Don't even think about trying to sow discord between me and my godfather!" Ian's hammer was actually quite handy, but the damage it could cause was really limited.

The Minotaur didn't even have a big, bulging head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

So Ian quickly added a few more blows, making the bull-headed demon's head see stars—to be honest, even so, Ian still missed that afternoon.

Ever since he tried dual-wielding the hammer that his great aunt used to smash people, he couldn't go back. Kryptonians' foreheads really are the best hammers in the world.

"What...what godfather?"

The Minotaur was truly reeling from Ian's knock on the head.

"Listen carefully! The man standing in front of you now, no, the boy sitting in front of you, is the Death Knight's most beloved adopted son, and also the perfect one that Miss Death secretly admires..."

Ian's words came to an abrupt end there, because he felt as if he had been hit hard on the head, which led him to come up with yet another conclusion about Miss Death.

He won't always be watching him.

However, when His name is invoked, He might perceive it. When Ian confessed to his parents before, he used a pseudonym, and he didn't experience the feeling of being ignored by some indescribable force and directly punched in the head.

"Sorry, I just felt the shyness of someone who has a crush on you."

Ian shook his head.

"you you……"

The Minotaur was completely speechless; its entire bull-headed head was utterly bewildered—either the boy was fearless, or he was courting death.

Besides.

It truly couldn't understand how the other party dared to make such a fuss about the two oldest beings.

Especially the latter one—even if that one is kind to humans, Lucifer once described her as a "fickle old woman," and just thinking about it makes you know she must be difficult to get along with.

"Stop talking! I can't even bear to listen to you! You human brat! You have no idea what you're doing... Please, let's talk about the deal for learning magic."

The Minotaur's voice became somewhat trembling.

"A deal? It seems there's a price to pay? What do you want in return? The Abyss Barrel." Ian didn't know the Minotaur's original name, but since the afternoon, this demon had only been given one name by him—to be fair, the fact that he hadn't directly called the Minotaur "trash can" was enough for the Minotaur to thank Ian.

"..." After another moment of silence.

The Minotaur was not angry.

It also knew that getting angry was pointless.

"Don't let that boy get near me...please don't." The demon spoke in a hoarse, low voice, making a condition that even carried a hint of pleading.

"what?"

Ian didn't react for a moment.

I saw.

The bull-headed demon's eyes showed terror.

“I am a demon from hell, so you have to trust my intuition… that boy, your brother, he is the one who really wanted to pee in my mouth!”

"Maybe it's not just about peeing!"

Life is not worth living.

The Minotaur Demon was now filled with regret for being a pawn.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

After a long time.

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Talking nonsense! Is this what demons are like?! I've finally seen how wicked you all are!" In the end, Ian chose to believe his second brother.

Brotherhood.

That's how it is. A person can't, or at least shouldn't. He knew his brother well, and knew there was a good 20% chance Jordan wouldn't do that kind of thing.

"Hey."

Seeing this, the Minotaur Demon did not continue the discussion.

"Let's hurry up and sign a mutual aid contract, human cub." It kept urging, but Ian, who had never believed it, just sneered at it.

"What contract? What magic? I've been at odds with demons since I was a kid, like fire and water. Who's going to help you out? You wish! No, I won't give you a damn. I'll save it for someone who deserves it." Ian tugged at the corner of his mouth, because he felt his sneer wasn't quite right.

"..."

The Minotaur Demon was utterly speechless.

And at this time.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Ian, we need to talk.”

It was his father Clark's voice; it seemed Superman had returned from rescuing the nuclear power plant. He wondered if his mother had come back with him. For a moment, Ian didn't dare breathe.

He knew he couldn't hide the fact that he was in the room from his father, who had X-ray vision. Perhaps this was the tragedy of being born into a superhero family—even faking death was impossible.

Therefore.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

After another knock on the door.

Ian suddenly began to believe again that helping each other was a good thing.

"He said... he said... everything was done under the influence of the devil, and whatever you do... he told you to go after the devil... He also said he was just a child!"

This was the slightly trembling voice of the Minotaur.

Her voice still carried a hint of tears.

I'm fighting Superman?

The little demon, less than two thousand years old, felt that it could truly shatter at any moment. It sensed a terrifying aura outside that, despite the silence, was growing increasingly oppressive.

My heart pounded with fear.

However, the little boy's whispers still lingered in its ears, urging it to repeat them, a sound so familiar to the demon.

this moment.

The bull-headed man suddenly attained enlightenment.

There is indeed a demon in this room.

But it felt that it definitely couldn't be itself.

(End of this chapter)