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Chapter 94 Evil God? Who is the Evil God?
The sunset truly casts silhouettes over everything.
The Hellcat's tires tore sulfurous tracks across the asphalt. Against the suburban skyline, Ian's car sped along, far, far exceeding the speed limit.
This is also normal.
After all, there are no speed limits or speed cameras on suburban roads. For experienced drivers who truly abide by traffic rules, the absence of speed limit signs and enforcement measures means there are no speed limits.
The car that hasn't killed anyone for several hours is driven by an experienced driver.
He is well-versed in this matter.
"Taking everything in my stride"
"Don't need reason, don't need rhyme."
……
In the right setting, Ian's Hellcat loves to switch to the right song, and right now the computer is playing a freedom song that was all the rage in America.
Highway to Hell.
of course.
It's like everything that people in the world can see in America.
It originated in Australia.
Just like the people living on this land today, everything comes from "imports"—what? What does the United States have on its own soil? Anyone who could answer that question is now a specimen in a museum.
“Oh, no wonder you said this is hell~” Ian belatedly realized, and patted his backpack, but the demon head inside did not respond.
Ian doesn't care about this praise.
"Six or seven kilograms, these are all symbols of my achievements." Ian had been sorting through the recovered bullets, and the weight of more than a thousand bullets was slightly beyond his expectations.
"I'm going to forge them into brass chains, so when I take my pets out for a walk, I'll have a leash." Ian had indeed found an orange cat, but that was for carrying out his scheme to appease the Mother Goddess. So, from beginning to end, he only had the demon's head to take out for walks.
It doesn't matter.
What's the difference between taking a stroll and just taking a stroll?
"By the way, you must have used up a lot of energy today. Here, replenish your trace elements." Ian picked out a few of the best-looking bullets, opened his backpack, and threw them into the devil's head's mouth.
Because he wanted his trash can/gas station to be fully fueled tomorrow, he naturally treated the demon's head better than he had the previous two days.
"Don't run."
Ian also held down the orange cat that was trying to escape, and stuffed the orange cat and the demon head back into his backpack, because the "seal" on its mouth had been removed when it was fed.
"Damn it! It's trying to get into my mouth! Get it out!" The demon head screamed as if its tail had been stepped on, but unfortunately, it no longer had a tail.
"That's no excuse for you to eat my cat!"
Ian issued a stern warning to the demon.
"If you dare to eat my cat, I'll make you wear lipstick every night and use your little clip voice to be a sexy chat partner for otaku. Guess how long it will take you to earn enough money for me to buy a new cat?"
He's becoming increasingly adept at threatening others.
Say something.
At least with the Minotaur, Ian's threat was more effective than any exorcism spell.
It fell silent instantly, feeling wronged but not daring to speak. It could only grit its teeth and refuse the orange cat's curiosity about the world it was talking about. It really didn't know why the damned God had created a creature like a cat!
The demonic minotaur trembled.
It doesn't want to eat the cat.
But it sensed that the cat wanted to eat it.
"Damn it!"
The more the demon thought about it, the angrier he became.
She silently shed tears.
This time, the orange cat seemed to dislike it. Perhaps because it thought the devilish bull's head was a more comfortable cat bed, the cat that Ian had picked up settled down quietly in the backpack.
Ian did leave ventilation openings.
"Don't blame me. Blame that Batman suit from before. After I wore it, I was corrupted by Batman. It not only gave me strategy but also made me ruthless."
Ian felt that what he said made a lot of sense.
No one knows whether wearing Batman's suit will taint you with even a tiny bit of cosmic karma.
His logical loop is perfect.
But the demon minotaur is clearly not at his level of understanding.
"You were just role-playing..." the demon minotaur muttered weakly. It had truly lost too much today, and its head was completely fuzzy.
"That's why I'm just ruthless, you fool." Ian scoffed. The Minotaur laughed at him for overthinking, while Ian laughed at the Minotaur for not understanding the bond between himself and Batman.
As for what kind of bond this is, well, the titles of mentor and godfather seem to have already been used up... While pondering, Ian found himself experiencing moments that felt tricky.
"Hey."
This must be because not enough attribute points have been allocated.
It cannot sustain the brain's functions for extended periods.
"My body isn't strong enough to match my brain." With a sigh, Ian packed the remaining bullets into a bag and casually popped one into his mouth.
"Kacha kacha~"
It's very crispy.
Just like peanuts.
After chewing it all up, Ian swallowed it all.
This is an attempt.
however.
Useless.
Nothing happened.
The experience points for the "Savage Tyrant" did not increase.
"I still need to go and touch my Uncle Tun."
Ian failed to exploit the system bug, so he can only wait until he unlocks the profession that Planet Eater brings before he can have a truly healthy gut.
The Hellcat is still speeding along the highway.
It is leading Ian to a new "mission" point.
America's Sinful Lands are everywhere, just like the endless quests in a certain canned game factory, so Ian thinks he should be able to learn to fly today.
"what is that?"
As Ian listened to the song and hummed along, he stared ahead. Soon, he realized something was wrong. The suburbs were still the suburbs, but what was with that impressive factory with the [LEXCORP] logo?
"Luther's business!"
Ian's mind immediately cleared.
"No, no, no! That's the dungeon my dad should be running! I don't deserve it!" Ian had a very clear understanding of himself. As an independent NPC, he only wanted to bully ordinary villainous NPCs.
As for villains like Luther...
Even the immortal Ian.
He also didn't really want to get himself involved with medicated plasters.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Let's find another instance!"
Ian patted the dashboard in front of him.
The Hellcat then made a sharp turn and a wide U-turn.
Being obedient means being obedient.
However, this does not prevent the song from expressing its opinion on this choice.
I'd hate to look into those eyes.
And I feel like I can't change anything.
……
Say something.
This is a bit too yin and yang.
“You don’t understand. I’m just taking a long-term view and taking things one step at a time.” Ian’s rebuttal was actually quite reasonable, after all, he hadn’t brought his dual-wielding weapons this time.
Not only was his unparalleled combat power unusable, but no one was helping him attract Luther's attention. Given this situation, Ian felt he was better suited for simpler dungeons.
"Buzz~"
Hellcat answered with the roar of its engine. It once again became the Black Mamba, speeding along the highway with Ian into the city, heading straight for a bustling neighborhood.
"Would someone trade military supplies here?"
Ian was somewhat surprised.
He looked around.
This is a relatively safe neighborhood. The streets are clean, the pedestrians are tidy, and you can't see many homeless people. Even the black guy selling zero-dollar items is wearing a suit and tie.
He even knew to leave a tip after robbing the goods!
He looked like a decent black guy who was out working a respectable job! Ian was very curious: could there be some kind of nefarious deal happening in such a peaceful and quiet neighborhood?
"Trust me, Pilot." This time, Hellcat's radio station wasn't quoting a song, but rather a very short line from a game.
“Hmm, hmm, I understand. The most dangerous place is the safest place.” Ian still trusted his car and surveyed the surrounding area for potential criminal transactions.
There are many clothing stores.