What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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The slowdown in gaining experience points means Ian has reached saturation; eating more would be a waste of food, since the energy in a feather is ultimately limited.

Eating something you can't digest is a luxury. And just as Ian was feeling sentimental, thinking he wanted pigeon soup and reminiscing about when Lucifer started cutting off wings...

Crowley remained silent for a few seconds.

"Actually... you can give it back to me."

He finally couldn't help but speak, his tone cautious, as if he were discussing repayment with a creditor. There was no way Crowley would care about other things like this. However, Lucifer's feathers weren't like ordinary hair; they weren't things you could find on a pillow anytime, anywhere.

This was originally intended as a "command token" to suppress the demons.

"I know."

Ian nodded.

But he did not take any action.

See this scene.

Crowley had no idea what had happened to him.

"Don't say that. You are the King of Hell now. When Lucifer goes to Hell to work as a psychologist, you will definitely be the long-term ruler. As the future long-term ruler, you need to be more magnanimous."

"I'm someone who'll go to hell sooner or later, so giving me things actually means increasing the power of hell." Ian was still as good at making up grand theories that didn't exist.

but.

I heard what he said.

Crowley was suddenly stunned.

"really?"

He was a little excited.

There was a glint in his eyes.

The Demon King thought this might be a tempting prospect—everyone knew how much this tailor-turned-demon craved power; he always believed that only food and power were worth having in this world.

"really."

Ian nodded repeatedly. "Lucifer will become a psychologist... Wait, I'm going to be a psychologist too. So, the ultimate goal of becoming extraordinary is to become a psychologist?"

He muttered to himself, his expression one of shock, as if he had discovered some universal truth.

"Consul... Long-term Consul..."

Crowley's face was flushed, as if he'd drunk too much hellish liquor, even his bald head gleamed with excited oil. He rubbed his hands together, his obese body pacing back and forth in the drawing room.

Don't know why.

The seductive demon truly believed Ian's words. Just then, a series of noisy footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sudden noise broke the atmosphere that had been immersed in thought.

“It’s probably one of my subordinates who brought your friend.” Crowley stopped, wiped the sweat that kept dripping from his forehead, and tried to put on a friendly expression.

His physical body is likely unable to bear too much of his power.

It's somewhat overloaded.

The more force he exerted, the more sweaty he appeared to be.

“Looks like you really are a devil who keeps his word. Not bad, not bad, you’re just as trustworthy as me.” Upon hearing this, Ian immediately looked up at the corridor outside the reception room.

Footsteps approaching.

however.

The demon that appeared at the corner was not the one who had led the way to release the people earlier.

Or rather, not entirely.

The head of that demon was being devoured by another demon, whose head was being held tightly in the hand of a girl with long golden hair.

It's Madison.

She walked like Chow Yun-fat, imposing and awe-inspiring. The bull-headed demon, who was eating, had a gun handle attached to the back of his head, making the young punk look like she was carrying a flamethrower as she strode forward.

"Ian! We're here to save you!" Madison, with one hand on the bull's horns and the other gripping the handle on the back of its head, ran into the drawing room with his little leather shoes clicking.

She's ruthless too.

Say nothing.

He immediately aimed the demon bull Baal at the somewhat bewildered Crowley.

"Demon! Die!" Madison's voice, filled with a raw emotion that seemed to come from some exorcist movie, was clearly borrowed from someone with no formal training.

"Master! Your loyal and wise demon reports to you!"

The minotaur used the veins extending from the bottom of its neck to release another demon it was devouring. The minotaur obediently opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of scorching hellfire.

However, Crowley merely narrowed his crimson eyes slightly, glanced around, and the next moment, the Hellfire abruptly stopped in mid-air, as if it had been frozen solid.

"puff."

The flames then went out.

A muffled sound came from the Minotaur's throat.

Like a chicken with its neck strangled.

"What's going on?!" Madison shook the demon head in his hand vigorously. "Say something fire again! You've eaten so many demons, you should be at least a low-level fifth rank by now, right?"

Regarding Ian's class classification.

It's not just the Demon Minotaur who believes this.

Even the young delinquent girl believed it without a doubt.

“Even a low-level sixth rank won’t do, that…that’s a Hell Lord…” The Minotaur’s face drooped in frustration. Its gaze kept shifting between Crowley and Ian, who was struggling to pluck the angel’s hair. The clever Baal had already realized that the situation might be different from what he and the little delinquent had thought.

as predicted.

After stopping the Minotaur's attack, the crimson in Crowley's eyes slowly faded, and he changed his expression, rubbing his hands together with a very approachable smile.

Like the uncle selling fried fish balls on the roadside.

"What 'Lord of Hell'? It's all a misunderstanding! I've already reached an agreement with this friend." As he spoke, Crowley glanced back at Ian, who was using fel energy to perm the angel's hair.

His eye twitched slightly, but he didn't offer any further judgment.

“I have a dream, in which I have a fan made of angel feathers.” Ian didn’t want more lollipops; the feathers of Angel Manny didn’t contain much power.

Just as Lucifer himself said, the difference between these angels and Lucifer is indeed very large, and they can even be regarded as two completely different species.

Lucifer's feathers contain divine power because Lucifer possesses power that belongs to him personally. Angels, on the other hand, derive most of their power from the shared power of Heaven.

Although its mechanism is more advanced than Ian's shared brain, it is still ultimately an external force. When it cannot be connected to Heaven, the angels' feathers are just ordinary high-level matter—perhaps this matter is useful to savage tyrants, but Ian doesn't have any matter that can catalyze a reaction with them.

Perfect for making feather fans.

"Wait, how come you two get along so well? This minotaur said you're going to be stewed by the Great Demon for nourishment." Madison and the minotaur demon turned to look at Ian at the same time.

The eyes of the man and the ox were filled with bewilderment and uncertainty.

"Stop joking, it's just a misunderstanding. My men are just being ignorant." Crowley chuckled dryly, providing the explanation before Ian could even speak.

Ian touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

"He gave too much..."

Ian was ashamed that he had been seduced by the devil.

"What?!" Madison's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. This wasn't the kind of plot she wanted; she clearly wanted a story where the female lead saved Ian.

“We almost got killed, and now you’re telling me it was all a misunderstanding?!” The punk’s eyes kept darting back and forth between Crowley and Ian.

"I almost got trampled to death too!"

The bull-headed demon's head added angrily.

Ian was about to speak.

Crowley beat him to it again.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Upon seeing this, Crowley immediately clapped his hands, and before he finished speaking, more than a dozen scarlet magic circles suddenly appeared on the floor of the reception room.

Black smoke accompanied by the smell of sulfur.

A dozen or so demons dressed in human skin crawled out of the summoning circle.

They had just steadied themselves.

He looked at Crowley with a blank expression.

"Boss, what happened?" These demons, now possessing human bodies, looked around in surprise at how the Supreme Witch could be here.

"It's you, boss, planning to resurrect that..." One of the demons, who thought he was being clever, was about to say something when Crowley immediately glared at him with his scarlet eyes.

"Crack~"

The demon's head exploded like a watermelon.

"I'm sorry, this is the price we have to pay. Gentlemen, there are many traitors among you, and they deserve to die." Crowley's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In an instant, his crimson eyes locked onto all the demons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—"

A series of explosions rang out, and the heads of more than a dozen demons exploded at the same time, splattering black demon blood and brain matter all over the ground like an overturned ink bottle.

Their bodies convulsed as they collapsed.

It quickly turned into puddles of viscous black liquid.

The demon's true nature attempted to escape, but due to Crowley's influence, it lost its vitality and became weak and powerless, only able to writhe on the ground.

"Mine! It's all mine!"

The Minotaur broke free of Madison's grasp in excitement, pounced on the ground, and rolled around in the demon's remains like a dog, frantically absorbing the energy dissipated by its kind.

Madison froze, his mouth slightly agape.

"It's not...this..."