Ian certainly had his reasons for doing this.
He didn't like others stealing his kill.
"Leave it to me. Don't worry, it's a guaranteed win." Ian patted his chest, then stood up, tossed the empty medicine bottle away, and looked at the bull-headed demon that was watching him with a cocked head.
He charged.
He leaped and punched straight for the bull-headed demon's face.
"Again?"
The bull-headed demon had learned its lesson this time. It directly used its size advantage, extending its hand the moment before Ian's fist could connect.
Anyone who has been in a verbal spat understands.
People with longer arms really have an advantage.
"Huh?"
Ian swung his fist several times, but couldn't touch the bull-headed demon. Instead, his skull was seized firmly by the demon, which lifted his body off the ground.
"..."
Rachel felt despair watching this scene.
One minute?
This guy didn't even last thirty seconds before folding!
"Mere human!" Fierce flames attached themselves to the bull-headed demon's hand, igniting Ian's hair and engulfing Ian's entire head in the blazing fire.
It intended to subject this human to the most dreadful torment.
To make him feel the pain of his soul being scorched.
However.
[Berserker Experience +6]
Ian only felt that he was about to level up again. It was a bit painful, but not the unbearable kind. If he didn't lack a phone, he would have taken a selfie to send to his father.
The caption would be [Ghost Rider Ian].
"Suffer! Howl! Beg for my mercy!"
The bull-headed demon roared with laughter.
[Berserker Experience +8]
Truly leveling up soon!
"Uh... I understand you want me to beg, but why are you rewarding me?" Ian, amidst the flames, wasn't screaming in pain, instead, he was visibly excited.
Berserker LV4 [1/80]
[Strength: 8.5 -> 11]
[Constitution: 6.7 -> 8.9]
[Intelligence: 2.7 -> 2.8]
[Spirit: 7.1 -> 7.5]
How could he not be excited?
He leveled up again!
Ian felt his great strength. He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer a common mortal, but a high-level common mortal with double-digit strength.
"No! You are wrong!" The bull-headed demon proved its thick-headedness. It was only now, utterly shocked, that it discovered this human's soul was perfectly fine!
The opponent's soul was completely immune to the burning of Hellfire!
"Not completely immune, either?"
The bull-headed demon noticed with confusion that Ian's face was starting to turn green.
It thought it had unlocked some new Hellfire effect.
Little did it know.
Danger was already approaching.
"Ptooey!"
Ian accurately spat a mouthful of green viscous phlegm onto the demon's chest.
The next moment.
The demon's grip on his head completely loosened—pain and wailing would not disappear; they would simply appear on the defeated. The demon was the one who let out a heart-wrenching shriek.
After Ian was thrown to the ground.
The creature stumbled backward several steps.
"What did you do? Did you put poison in your spit?" Rachel, unsure whether the demon's distress was caused by the attack or the ibuprofen, felt less of a headache and managed to crawl out.
She was greatly shocked by the demon's gruesome state. The spot where Ian's spit hit the bull-headed demon's body was beginning to corrode and smoke, with countless green "tiny tentacles" seemingly squirming within it.
It spread.
And spread relentlessly.
As if trying to assimilate the demon's body.
"It's Fel Energy! I added Fel Energy to my spit!" Ian defended his personal quality. He was just a somewhat mature berserker with super intelligence.
Mature berserkers knew how to utilize their negative status effects most rationally.
"What kind of power is this! It's consuming my magical power as nourishment!!!" The bull-headed demon roared in horror. The effect of the Fel Energy on its body far exceeded Ian's expectations.
It was like a super effective hit.
In just a few dozen seconds, it had colored more than half of the bull-headed demon's body.
Rachel felt her scalp prickle just watching it.
"No! A voice! I hear a voice!" Perhaps this demon had a little bit of sense and decisiveness. Shouting in pain, it raised its hand and directly tore off its own head, which had not yet been contaminated.
*Hiss*
Seeing this scene.
Ian took a sharp breath.
"There's a lunatic in this room too." He was somewhat surprised at how he kept encountering lunatics every day. Rachel looked at him with an expression of wanting to speak but ultimately said nothing.
The demon's head had been torn off by itself.
*Rumble*
The next moment.
The headless body naturally collapsed to the ground, and the bull's head, twisted off by its own hand, rolled onto the floor, but its mouth was still opening and closing, roaring.
"I am defeated! But... you will ultimately have nowhere to run! My great master will surely break free! You cannot stop the march of history! You cannot stop the moment that is sure to come!"
"I will hear your wailing in Hell!"
It hurled wicked curses at Ian and Rachel.
Incessantly.
But it failed to frighten either of them.
It didn't frighten Rachel, and it certainly didn't frighten Ian.
"So annoying!" Ian looked around, found a plastic container for chemical reagents in the debris, stuffed the bull's head inside, and casually tore off a rag to plug the relentlessly babbling mouth.
"Are you taking it with you?"
Rachel looked confused.
"I love working out. I'll take it back and have someone make me a bull's head soup. It's a great tonic." Ian suddenly remembered his psychiatrist, Hannibal, and felt he shouldn't waste the consultation fees his parents paid.
Hearing Ian's "fitness" plan.
Rachel was noticeably taken aback.
"A demon's flesh will only corrode your..." Rachel frowned, a rare sight. She didn't object to Ian eating meat, she just thought Ian should eat normal meat.
However.
Mid-sentence.
She glanced at the demon's residual body being dissolved by the Fel Energy on the ground, and her voice suddenly trailed off. Clearly, the girl realized who the true *Drug King* in the room was.
Suddenly.
*Creak*
A slight sound came from the corner. The soul of the chemistry teacher, Walter White, had somehow squeezed himself into a storage cabinet, with only a pair of terrified eyes visible through the gap.
"Mr. White, can you make *dragons*?"
Ian walked up and politely pulled open the still-smoking storage cabinet.
"What kind of dragon?"
Mr. White swallowed and looked at Ian with extreme fear—he had just witnessed this seemingly distinguished middle school student deal with a terrifying demon!
"Naturally, Equipoise, Trenbolone, Anavar..." Ian's memory was unusually 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.
Mr. White, realizing what Ian meant, nodded with difficulty.
"Great! Honored Teacher! Please, come in!" Ian was overjoyed, quickly pulled out a dented thermos, and Mr. White, after a moment of hesitation, sighed and shrewdly climbed inside.
"Done!"
Ian nodded contentedly.
Under the girl's watchful gaze.
He began searching through the classroom.
"I have a tiny, truly tiny psychological problem. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself without a few more drugs." Ian couldn't find what he was looking for. He could only shake his head in disappointment and sigh heavily.
"!?!?"
Rachel was silent.
At this point, she felt everything suddenly made sense.
Just then.
"Want some ice cream?"
The boy suddenly asked enthusiastically.
"No, thank you."
Rachel gave a concise reply.
She thought Ian was trying to get closer to her.
She didn't expect.
"You don't want it, but I do. What I mean is, since I've already helped you solve such a big problem, shouldn't you buy me ten Haagen-Dazs?"
Ian patted the plastic container in his hand.
He remembered clearly.
Rachel's wallet contained more cash than his own.
A rich woman.
Must not be spared one bit.
The atmosphere in the air was quiet.
A moment later.
"If you feel hot enough to want ice cream, could you please put out the fire on your head first... it's quite frightening."
Rachel spoke softly.
Afraid that a harsh tone would provoke the boy in front of her.
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Let's make a goal this week, 100 stones for bonus chapters.
And good news is starting from chapter 90s length is ridiculously long, it was a pain to translate such big ass chapters so there will be few mistakes so feel free to point them out.
I wonder how can the og author write such long chapters and get so many unique ideas
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