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

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Although she had seen many demons fight, she had never seen one like Crowley who could wipe out all his subordinates so easily. Was this demon so ruthless to himself?

The girl's worldview was reshaped because of her strong sense of loyalty.

"Just cleaning house. Actually, this time, all the people I brought out were traitors. I was originally planning to clean them up after the show, but I'm just bringing it up a little earlier." Crowley didn't know if he was lying or not. He acted as if he were doing something perfectly normal, casually wiping the bloodstains splattered on his suit.

Subsequently.

This demon king, who had only brought a portion of his power to the human world, turned to look at Madison.

He spoke with a smile.

“Miss, I actually own several Hollywood film and television companies, and right now we are most in need of high-quality actors like you.” Crowley rubbed his hands together, smiling kindly.

The Merchant Demon is most adept at understanding people's hearts.

Understand people's needs.

And most importantly, he is a new-age demon king who is skilled in using the internet.

This made him even more proficient in his work.

Just that one sentence.

Madison froze on the spot.

"Ah? This..."

She felt the same feelings that Ian had felt before.

“My company not only has great scripts, but also high salaries, and it’s best at creating international superstars,” Crowley added with a smile, clearly having grasped Madison’s weakness.

"make a deal!"

Madison snapped out of his daze and immediately made a decision: whether he was tied to the altar or not, it was simply a professional experience to understand life and enrich his future acting career.

Ian: "..."

Minotaur Demon: "..."

The young delinquent's eyes sparkled.

It's as if I'm already imagining myself walking the Oscars red carpet in a red dress.

She turned to look at Ian.

"This devil is really powerful; he gave so much." The young delinquent nodded in deep agreement, having even forgotten her dream of becoming a leading lady in real life.

There are fake female protagonists.

Who still wants to be the leading lady in real life?

In real life, she still enjoys bullying A-list celebrities, B-list celebrities, B-list celebrities, and international superstars who also act as a confidante to B-list celebrities!

“What about me? Although I don’t act, I have great scripts, such as ‘Batman’s Tragic Love Story’ and ‘The Death of Superman in Stockings’…” Ian didn’t think the Gotham City tycoon would let his novels take off in the film and television industry, so he needed to save his masterpiece that might be buried.

"Film it all, film it all, I have no problem, the funding is more than enough." The writer boy's words made Crowley, who was frantically wiping away sweat after using his strength, chuckle a few times.

"Filming tomorrow?" Ian's eyes lit up.

“We’ll shoot tomorrow!” Crowley nodded firmly.

Ian was extremely satisfied and was just about to suggest a few more script ideas.

suddenly--

"Boom!"

A strange roar came from outside the window, the murky sky twisted again, and several ominous "stars" emerged from the depths of the clouds, their lights flashing with a sickly light.

It looks like a meteorite approaching Earth.

"What's going on today?"

Madison leaned closer to the window, finally having time to observe the strange phenomena in the sky. She felt that her life was truly exciting, with seemingly one major event after another happening every day.

“Those ‘stars’ might be angels… all infected with the disease.” Ian stared at the sky, his tone tinged with a sigh. He had already thrown away the black angel whose feathers had been stripped off.

Unexpectedly, even the angel's wings, which had lost their feathers, were black, like chicken wings.

“Super AIDS? I can do it, I’ve already learned it!” Madison’s tone was full of pride, and it was indeed the first time she had ever experienced the taste of being exceptionally talented.

“It’s even more terrifying than that.”

Ian spoke seriously.

Seeing this, Madison also became very interested and showed great enthusiasm, "I can learn that too! I will still continue to be a witch, and then go to Hollywood to play a witch!"

She was unaware of the angels' fate, but she developed a strong love for learning after leaving school.

"It's better not to learn this," Ian said helplessly, rubbing his temples. "Learning it will affect your mental health."

Everyone fell silent and looked out the window. The eerie "stars" were moving slowly, as if approaching Earth, while some seemed to be falling towards the sun.

at this time.

Crowley's phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw that the screen clearly displayed "Boss".

Of course, I can't refuse.

"Hello? Uh-huh... Okay, okay..." Crowley nodded and bowed as he answered the phone, then gave Ian an apologetic smile after hanging up. "The big boss needs to see me, I'll be going now."

Ian squinted.

“My super hearing got it. Lucifer wants you to go get him some wine.”

He was always good at eavesdropping.

Crowley wasn't embarrassed by this; he simply straightened his tie and proudly puffed out his belly: "Not everyone is qualified to be Lucifer's freight carrier."

talking.

The demon king gracefully walked to the fireplace, took a handful of powder from his pocket, and sprinkled it at his feet—flames instantly rose, and Crowley's figure distorted in the firelight.

Disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Crowley Porter?!”

Ian was speechless.

It's not that he has a vivid imagination.

But the way they walk through the fireplace is just too Hogwarts-esque!

"It's the magic of the Crossroads Demon." The minotaur, having eaten and drunk its fill, was also bloated. While undergoing a life-level evolution on the spot, it raised its head and stood up again.

"Following Lord Ian, I will surpass him sooner or later!" After eating more than a dozen powerful demons, how arrogant could the Minotaur Demon become? It even tried to devour the fallen angels.

This is certainly not a feasible solution.

No matter how much power an angel loses, it is still a high-level life form in the universe, with extremely explosive physical attributes. Even a minotaur demon that has evolved to a mid-level cannot possibly bite it.

“I want to learn this magic too,” Madison said succinctly, her eyes sparkling. She had never shown such enthusiasm for learning in school.

This fully illustrates the profound impact of talent on a person's level of diligence.

"Will Metropolis suffer another disaster today?" Madison asked, looking at Ian who was still standing by the window. Her tone was slightly worried, as if the world might be on the verge of its end.

"Who knows."

Ian was using his shared brain to calculate the falling trajectories of the stars. The instant he finished speaking—the sky outside changed drastically once again!

Countless stars appeared in the night sky, arranged in an ancient and mysterious pattern. And at the center of these stars, a gigantic gate slowly emerged.

That's the gate to heaven!

only.

The gates of Heaven, which should have been sacred, were now covered with filth and evil marks.

The reliefs that once depicted the faces of angels singing hymns are now twisted into painful screams, with extremely disgusting pus oozing from each mouth.

“Crackle—Crackle—”

The sound of the door hinge turning was like the friction of rusted metal.

It also resembled some giant creature chewing bones. Occasionally, there was the sticky sound of liquid dripping, and each drop of black substance twisted into the shape of a miniature angel in mid-air.

They quickly dissipated into mist.

The most chilling thing was the whispering coming from inside the door—thousands of voices overlapping each other, sometimes like chanting, sometimes like frantic babbling.

Madison instinctively covered her ears.

The sounds were like tiny insects burrowing into the brain. The tips of the minotaur's horns glowed an unnatural red, as if it had sensed something terrifying.

Amidst this suffocating and terrifying scene, Madison suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, pulling the bronze cross from her collar. It was emitting a soft, milky-white light, as warm as the winter sun.

The mind-piercing demonic sounds were instantly shut out, and Madison breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he were immersed in a hot spring.

“Ouch!!”

The minotaur let out a pig-like scream and rolled to the corner. It covered its eyes tightly with its two veins, and the fur on its head stood on end like a feather duster.

"I'm going to die! Holy Light Purification is here!"

This guy was genuinely terrified.

However, the expected burning sensation did not occur.

"What's going on?" Baal peeked cautiously through his fingers and found that the holy light was enveloping him, but miraculously it did not cause any harm.

"what?"

It seemed to realize something.

Praise be to God Ian!!

Baal rolled on the spot and pounced at Ian's feet, the movement so fast it left a blur. It frantically rubbed its head against the boy's trouser leg, as obsequious as a dog with only a head.

Who says cows can't be pets?

“No, this…” Ian took the glowing cross and held it to his ear, but he did not hear any voice from that supreme being.

"God, God, are you there? Heaven is turning into a cesspool." Ian was very confused. The glowing cross meant that God should be fully aware of everything that was happening.