A prince from a certain American comic book

Having done all this, the scythe demon turned to leave.

Ike said directly, "Wait."

The half-finished scythe demon, which had devoured Aini's soul and showed signs of evolving into a complete scythe demon, paused and looked at Ike.

At this moment, the Soul Flame in the pupils of the Scythe Demon's jet-black robe suddenly lit up, emitting a strange cacophony.

The scythe demon looked at Ike and said, "Ike Arendelle, a man on Hell's blacklist, no demon will obey your summons, nor will any demon make a deal with you."

Ike smiled and said, "I just want to ask you what kind of deal you made with Annie."

The scythe demon chuckled and shook its head.

Ike said expressionlessly, "I've remembered your scent. If you don't tell me, I'll summon you whenever I have a chance after we get back. Judging from your condition, you probably need to make a deal with two guys to complete your evolution. Anyway, I have plenty of time."

The scythe demon froze as he shook his head.

Ike wanted to laugh inside.

Ever since he became the mastermind behind a war due to an accident when he was five years old, Ike knew that he would be discovered by Hell sooner or later. Whenever he had time, he would go around learning about the workings of Hell, so that he could use it one day.

Find the loopholes in the mechanism?

Ike stated that he was born in the Eastern Kingdom of the Origin World and is a professional.

Otherwise, how could he have maintained such a lucrative position since starting his job, and been able to remain in power despite hundreds of reports against him?

That's talent.

Ike readily admits this.

The scythe demon, now bearing the weight of two souls, stared motionlessly at Ike.

Ike's smile remained unchanged.

quite a while.

The scythe demon said in a voice like the cawing of a crow, "Let that vengeful spirit kill you all, that's the deal."

Ike raised an eyebrow and said, "Just in exchange for her soul? This deal seems a bit beyond your capabilities."

The scythe demon cackled, "Of course, it's not just her soul, but also the one in the next room. She made a deal using that man's soul as well."

Ike was somewhat curious.

The Scythe Demon said, "Ever since Ironshaw recovered, he has been looking for a servant to collect souls for him. That man is perfect."

Ike understood.

Tessane.

It's the finished scythe demon whose testicles were taken by Ike back then.

Ike snapped out of his daze and said, "But aren't you afraid the deal will fall through? Wraiths are also escaped from hell, and you have people specifically tasked with capturing them."

The scythe demon cackled, “I have already told you the contents of the deal. Now, Ike Arendelle, the demons who were damaged and reduced to low-level demons in the great war are waiting for your soul. You will soon receive a warm welcome from hell.”

Ike raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, "Is that so? I'm also looking forward to that day, but do you really think I can't handle a vengeful spirit?"

The scythe demon didn't speak, but turned into black mist and swallowed the skinny monkey's soul before disappearing into an unknown space.

next second.

Ike turned to Ms. Victoria Hand, who seemed somewhat taken aback, and said, “Call Ms. Carter right away.”

Ms. Hand, regaining her composure, frowned and said, "You weren't just..."

Ike said, "I'm just saying that to save face, but I really have no way to deal with this vengeful spirit."

Ms. Hand: "..."

Back when Sadako first unleashed a wave of terror, countless people brainstormed ways to deal with her. Apart from a series of unreliable and purely satirical ideas, there were hardly any other ideas left.

There's also the option of finding someone who is destined to die to transfer the curse.

It's obvious.

In the current situation, even the only solution Ike could think of has failed.

So if you don't call for help from outside the field now, when should you?

Waiting for Sadako to come knocking on our door?

After half an hour.

Victoria Hand, who was on the phone with Ms. Carter, looked at Ike, who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "The director wants to speak with you."

Ike stood up and took the microphone.

After only one sentence, Ms. Carter's somewhat tired voice came through: "Ike, little Ike, there have been a total of thirteen extraordinary events around the world this year, and three of them have happened around you. Don't you think this is an omen?"

Ike was taken aback.

Ms. Carter continued, talking to herself, "What exactly did you do to offend Hell? Why are you on Hell's blacklist?"

Aike Shanshan smiled and said, "It was an accident, purely an accident. Let's quickly find a magician to come and keep things in order."

Ms. Carter sighed and said, "Alright, Dalton is with Howard these days anyway, I'll have him go over tomorrow."

Ike thought for a moment and then hummed in agreement into the phone.

Howard Dalton, a half-genius wizard?

also.

Ike thought to himself and said to Ms. Carter, "Please, whatever you do, don't let Dalton drink tomorrow, or his fighting power will drop to zero."

quite a while.

Ike breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

Let professionals handle professional matters.

Dalton, who doesn't pursue the matter, is capable of going toe-to-toe with high-level demons; a mere vengeful spirit is nothing to him.

An hour later.

Ike was once again brought to Victoria Hand's doorstep.

Ike glanced at the time as he got home.

It's already 3:30 in the morning.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend, otherwise Ike thinks he would probably have to go to class with dark circles under his eyes.

Not long after.

Having changed into loose pajamas, Ike skipped over the soundly sleeping Tom and lay down on the bed.

Although sleep is optional for Ike, he still has to stick to this habit that he has maintained for so many years.

Ike picked up Jerry the mouse that was occupying his pillow, put Jerry the mouse on Talking Tom's back, and was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when...

With a squeak.

The black and white television opposite the bed suddenly turned on.

...I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 086: Fatal Upon Debut

A dimly lit room. (A Song of Ice and Fire Chinese version available at www.bHzw.cc)

The TV, which was filled with static, turned on automatically.

Ekko, who was about to go to sleep, suddenly shattered the sleepiness he had just managed to form.

Still sleeping?

Even Sadako doesn't comply with the seven-day delivery period policy; she's rushing to my door and needs someone to sign for the package in advance.

The static on the TV screen disappeared.

Volcanic eruption.

People were crawling on the ground.

A well appeared.

Sadako jumped into the well.

Sadako disappeared, leaving only a well.

After that...

Sadako suddenly appeared in the well, then climbed out, as if she intended to climb out of the television set.

Ike was immediately taken aback.

next second.

Ike got up and ran straight to the television, unplugging both the self-operating VCR and the television.

Useless?

Ike blinked as he looked at Sadako in white, who was still crawling on the TV screen.

At times like this, no matter how absurd the method, it has to be tried. As Ike thought this, he picked up the TV and prepared to point the screen at the wall.

It still didn't work.

The television seemed firmly rooted to the ground; perhaps Superman could lift it, but at the very least, Ike couldn't right now.

If one plan fails, try another.

correct.

Mirror.

Seeing Sadako about to crawl out, Ike's eyes lit up.

But at the moment.

Sadako's hair is now peeking out of the television.

Ike instinctively kicked out, seemingly intending to kick Sadako, who was trying to climb out, back into the television.

But Sadako's head only shifted slightly.