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

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The wound on my forehead throbbed with pain.

Blood clotted on his eyelashes, making his right eye's vision a little blurry.

Out of a sense of defensiveness.

The young delinquent girl raised her hand, ready to use magic at any moment.

however.

It just happened to be this time.

However, she found that she still couldn't access the magic within her body.

"No, what's going on?" Madison realized something was wrong and touched the back of his neck, where it looked like someone had carved some kind of symbol with a knife.

This was clearly a method to lock down Madison's magic; however, because she had not systematically studied magic, the little witch did not know how to break it.

"How can I restore my magic?"

She turned to the minotaur beside her for help.

only.

This is clearly asking the wrong person.

"I am a warrior from hell, and you ask me such a tricky question?" Baal did indeed have a lot of inherited knowledge related to magic, but it was all harmful rather than helpful.

At best, all it knows is that breaking Madison's neck might end the restraints Madison is under.

"Let's get out of here quickly..." Without any magic to protect her, Madison knew she was just a pretty girl with no strength, so she felt very insecure at this moment.

"Then let's hurry up."

Baal urged them on in a low voice from ahead.

The assembled corpse-shaped long legs made a dull thud as they struck the ground.

Madison quickened her pace.

"Bang bang bang~"

Suddenly, both she and the demon Baal heard a series of muffled thuds coming from the factory building on the right. Madison froze abruptly and instinctively snatched a hoe from Baal.

What? What sound?

A man and a demon were watching.

The iron gate of the factory building on the right suddenly creaked.

A flickering candlelight shone through the slightly ajar door.

obviously.

The initial noise and the commotion he had just heard were all coming from that unusual place. Baal made a shushing gesture and crept closer to the crack in the door.

This is no easy task for a creature with several disproportionately large legs.

"Could it be someone else who was kidnapped?"

Madison followed closely behind Barr, peering through the crack—and, just as she had guessed, there was indeed a man hanging in the center of the room.

It looked much more gruesome than when she was tied up.

"Help... me..."

The man struggled to tilt his head back.

My lips are dry.

He was chained by the wrists and hung from the ceiling like livestock in a slaughterhouse. His short blond hair was stained with blood and clumps of hair. His cheap, unbranded trench coat was already tattered.

"Ok."

Madison was about to go inside when she spoke.

However, the demon Baal raised an arm to stop him.

"No, I'm going to be a superhero and save people, so that when he's being interviewed by reporters, he can praise me a lot, and maybe I can be interviewed by reporters too."

“Have you seen Ian’s The Boys? I think I could be a star like that too.” Madison looked at the wary-looking Baal with some confusion.

"save him?"

The demon Baal scoffed, "He won't help you gain fame; on the contrary, he'll bring you misfortune and might even sell you to other demons in hell."

Its tone was firm.

Madison was somewhat taken aback.

"Abyss Barrel, do you know this guy?" Madison was a girl with high emotional intelligence, so she could keenly sense the heavy, clenched teeth in the demon Baal's tone.

“That’s John Constantine. No demon doesn’t know him.” Baal spat out the name through clenched teeth, as if he were swallowing a mouthful of rotten pus.

"John Constantine, whoever gets involved with him is doomed."

“Demons can be beasts, but Constantine is even worse than a beast.” With that, the minotaur pushed open the iron gate and strode to the man hanging below.

It tilted its head back and spat out a thick saliva, which landed precisely on Constantine's face and slowly slid down the high bridge of the exorcist's nose, a man disliked by both demons and humans.

In this regard.

Constantine was not annoyed.

He simply looked up at the little witch standing at the gate, clutching her hoe.

"Don't believe this devil's bewitching words, my sweetheart. You really need to save me. Only by saving me can everyone in the world survive... only then can we survive."

Constantine's voice was very hoarse.

It felt like I hadn't drunk water in a long time.

He struggled to twist his body, bound by chains, trying to find a comfortable position—which was quite difficult given his current situation.

“I am a good man, a very good man, John Constantine. My profession is exorcist. Just by hearing my profession, you should know how great I am, right?”

It's clear that Constantine is desperately trying to be saved.

He and the demon Baal were attacking each other.

In this regard.

Madison made his own judgment.

“This is my deskmate’s pet demon, so it should be a good demon.” After all, the demon Baal saved him and was Ian’s pet, so Madison naturally thought that the demon Baal couldn’t be too bad.

Hear the words.

Constantine's expression froze on his face.

"Are you sure? It's a minion of the Triple Demon, well, the lowest-ranking kind of minion." John Constantine was suspended in mid-air, his golden bangs stuck to his bleeding forehead.

Yet he still couldn't resist flashing his signature sarcastic smile.

"Shut up!"

The veins on the head of the native bull of Baal bulged, and two plumes of white smoke with a sulfurous smell spewed from its nostrils.

"You think I'm still the same as before? I'm now the Abyss Demon Barrel! I've found the road to prosperity! My future is limitless! I have the potential to become a great demon!"

"Look at the curve of my horns! I was born to be a demon lord!"

Its legs and arms twitched wildly, and it recounted to Constantine in a firm voice the psychological manipulation Ian had inflicted on it on him. The demon clearly believed it without a doubt.

Faced with the devil's rebuttal.

Constantine just sneered.

He ignored the demon's rebuttal and looked again at the bewildered little witch.

"Do you know what kind of guy Sangu Demon is? He's a truly infamous and terrifying being." Constantine's tone was serious, and his blue eyes were narrowed to slits.

Done.

Without waiting for the little witch's reply.

The man looked at the demon Baal again, his tone carrying a meaningful undertone, "I think you understand better than I do that betraying the Triple Demon will not end well."

This is clearly an attempt to make a deal with the devil using some means that might be used to evade the devil's revenge.

only.

Baal, however, seemed completely unfazed.

"Pah, pah, pah, who is the Three Palaces Demon? I really don't know him. I only know the Emperor of All Laws, Ian God—betraying Ian God, that's what will really end badly."

While reminiscing.

The demon Baal trembled with fear.

It is not afraid of the Triple Demon.

Instead, they were terrified of Ian, who was only fourteen years old.

In the heart of this demon.

Ian truly has the aura of a new ruler of hell.

"??????"

Constantine was completely dumbfounded.

This was different from what he thought.

"Heh, it seems you have no idea what God Ian is, but I know, I know very well." The minotaur demon said, raising several hands to pinch Constantine's chin.

Constantine stared directly into the eyes of the demon Baal.

“He’s a god, isn’t he? I’ve seen that boy too.” Constantine suddenly changed his tone, his voice becoming slick as he recalled the angel’s warning to him.

“Actually, Ian and I are on very good terms. We even had tea at Starbucks last time—” Constantine activated his special ability, attempting to scam the demon and the little witch.

"Is that so?"

Madison has a personality that makes him easily deceived.

She almost fell for it.

However, Baal, the demon who had always followed Ian, was different.