Ian tried his hardest for a long time.
Yet, he found that his Godfather did not give any response. The demon was not absorbed by the pendant and turned into a delicious little crystal snack. Naturally, he would not doubt that his relationship with his Godfather was not close enough.
"This must be because you don't bathe! My Godfather finds your body dirty!" Ian, seeing that his pendant had no effect, was furious and gave the bull-headed demon a few more hard slaps.
"Look at your horns, how long has it been since they were polished and waxed? Don't you have scrubbing services in Hell?" Ian picked up a few bottles of sulfuric acid from the floor, preparing to clean up the bull-headed demon.
He still held onto his illusion.
He had a desperate craving for a delicious little crystal.
However.
"You damned human!"
The demon's head was ringing from the blows, its bull eyes wide and round—it had lived for thousands of years and had never been so humiliated by a human! Not only was he riding it, but he dared to despise its horns?!
"I don't care who your fucking idiot Godfather is! You have utterly enraged me!" The demon roared furiously. Its thick arm suddenly grabbed Ian's neck and flung him away.
"Bang!"
The demon's strength was unusually great. Ian was smashed directly into a wall. The classroom's load-bearing wall instantly shattered and collapsed, and his figure was instantly buried by rubble and dust.
"I will crush your bones one by one!" The bull-headed demon stood up again, its hooves clattering on the floor, and flames began to burn fiercely on its body.
It approached the buried Ian step by step.
"Your opponent is here."
Rachel, recovering from Ian's "foolhardiness" at this moment, had scarlet eyes. She pushed her hands forward and instantly released an extremely dazzling crimson energy blast toward the bull-headed demon.
As the daughter of Trigon, she could release two types of energy attacks. The dark purple energy was her own magic, often used for restraint, defense, or non-lethal attacks.
The red energy, however, was meant to kill. It was the demonic power inherited from her demon tyrant father, focusing on lethality and destruction, capable of having a fatal effect on all life.
*Boom*
This time, the bull-headed demon, which had just turned around, was hit squarely by the energy wave and sent flying. Its massive body slammed into the wall and then tumbled into a pile of chemical solutions.
Various liquids adhered to the bull-headed demon's body, causing irritating white smoke to rise from it, but only the area hit by the energy blast was scorched black.
Chemistry.
It seemed it couldn't defeat the demon.
Only magic and physics could.
"Are you alright?" Rachel, seeing the bull-headed demon stop moving, immediately rushed toward where Ian was buried. She found Ian lying among the bricks and tiles, emitting a green glow.
"I don't have a candy."
Ian gave the utterly astonished girl the most straightforward response.
His voice was full of energy.
"???"
A corner of Rachel's typically aloof face twitched slightly. She thought Ian was dead, but found he was perfectly fine and was spewing things she couldn't understand.
"Tell me, the demon is furious, but I, a berserker, can't get angry... Is this normal? Is it scientific?" Ian, lying in the pile of bricks and tiles, looked somewhat melancholy.
He was genuinely depressed.
[Current Rage Value: 9/100]
This meager rage value was only generated by his frustration and vexation at not being a qualified berserker. Ian only regretted why he was naturally a warm-hearted man with stable emotions.
"????????"
Rachel still didn't speak.
She simply continued to add question marks to her face.
"I need a Red Lantern! A Red Lantern would definitely be good buddies with me for life." Ian's heart was filled with longing for the [Berserker Specialization Artifact].
He healed his body. After seeing the [Berserker Experience +4] prompt, he ignored Rachel's dirty hand and crawled out of the brick and rubble debris by himself.
"You're really fine!?" Rachel's eyes flickered upon seeing Ian alive and kicking. She suspected Ian was a monster disguised as a human—just like herself.
However.
Despite the internal stirrings.
She maintained her expressionless look and spoke in a deep voice.
"Leave. This has nothing to do with you."
Rachel was likely a person who strongly resisted implicating others.
Ian could see this point, but it didn't stop him from liking to steal other people's experience. Young people loved to interact with the mysterious. Who could refuse an opportunity to practice exorcism?
"Let me fight it for ten more rounds, and then I'll leave—you cannot stop a superhero from acting righteously." With that, to show that he truly possessed the virtue of a hero, Ian even spread his arms, preparing to use his flesh and blood to block the concrete sneak attack from the bull-headed demon, which had quietly gotten up.
*Boom*
It lifted a huge slab of concrete and slammed it directly toward the back of the girl, Rachel. Ian rushed forward, determined to be a hero, save the damsel, and gain experience in a win-win scenario.
However.
The concrete slab curved in mid-air.
"Cheating!?"
Ian only had time to gasp in surprise, losing at least three experience points. The huge concrete slab still smashed into Rachel, fiercely knocking her to the ground.
Due to the immense pressure on her body.
Only her head was sticking out.
Her messy hair made her look like Sadako reborn.
This was an development Ian had not anticipated.
"Sorry, I'm still in my internship period." Ian found a reasonable explanation for his negligence. He was relieved that Rachel was still alive and felt that he had still gained some rather intangible experience.
It wasn't a loss.
"..."
In the pile of rubble, although Rachel remained silent, she knew who the real culprit was. The runes on her forehead suddenly flared up, and her scarlet eyes stared intently through the dust at the demon nearby.
Her superpower was about to be unleashed.
But the bull-headed demon was not panicked at all.
"I told you, I brought a greeting from your great father." As its words fell, it snapped its fingers, as if releasing some substance it had brought into this world.
"Aaaaah!!"
The tough girl, who hadn't made a sound even after being crushed by concrete, instantly shrieked as if she was suffering immense pain. The light in her eyes and on her forehead instantly dimmed.
"Don't panic! I'm here! I've been here the whole time!" Seeing this, Ian immediately activated his super intelligence, rushed toward a collapsed cabinet, and rummaged for the medicine he wanted.
*Clang, clang, clang*
Ian poured half of the white pills into his mouth with a rattle, then rushed to Rachel's side, single-handedly lifting the concrete slab pressing down on her, and pinching Rachel's mouth with his other hand.
"W-what is this?" In Rachel's blurry, pain-filled vision, she only saw a few white pills being shaken into her mouth, while the boy poured the remaining half-bottle into his own mouth.
"Ibuprofen."
Ian's mouth was full of powder.
This wave.
He felt like a divine doctor descending from the mountains.
"?????"
However, Rachel, enduring the pain, did not feel any relief from this. Her expression became even more distorted—and not because of the splitting headache.
It was because the girl saw.
She saw very clearly that after feeding her the medicine, the boy gently lowered the concrete slab he had lifted, and she was once again in a state where only her head was sticking out.
Like a concrete turtle.