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He felt the other party's stern gaze, so he quickly resorted to the delaying tactic from the Seventy-Six Stratagems.
"Can I think about it?"
Ian felt that even a hundred years wouldn't be a long time for the darkness.
Silence spread through the room. The spirits on the walls held their breath.
"can."
Amara's figure had faded into the mist, "But don't disappoint me."
Ian flashed his most obedient smile.
"Don't worry, in the very end, it definitely won't happen~" Ian used the art of language. No one specified what the exact time of the "final end" would be. It was clear that Amara hadn't been fooled by many people, as she hadn't even noticed this. She glanced at Ian's hand again, and then her whole body vanished like the wind.
The blood moon, which had been obscured outside the window, reappeared. After Amara left, Ian tried to use his abilities again, but was interrupted once more by a knock on the door.
"Dong Dong Dong~"
It's Thomas Wayne.
Today, the King of Hell was dressed in a dark red suit, the jeweled lapel pin on his tie gleaming ominously. He leaned against the doorframe, his silver-grey eyes scanning the room.
His nostrils twitched slightly, as if he were sniffing out information from the air.
“I sensed that the demonic furniture here has perished, so I came to check it out.” Clearly, Thomas Wayne had no idea that anything had happened here.
Ian turned around.
As expected, all the demonic furniture had withered away. Clearly, this was the work of the dark entity Amara, who did not want other beings to know about the conversation that had just taken place.
"I was just bored and messed around with these demons." Ian's admission, thanks to his reputation, didn't arouse Thomas's suspicion; it just made Thomas imagine how Ian had done it.
He gave Ian a look that any man would understand, and seeing that Ian remained unmoved and seemed to be pretending to be serious, he immediately changed the subject to another important topic.
"I have found your demon servant for you."
This is indeed good news.
"So fast?"
Ian was somewhat surprised.
Never underestimate the power of a king of hell.
Thomas chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice. Ian nodded, gave a thumbs-up, offering emotional value, then inquired about where his trash can was.
Thomas's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing this. He removed his lapel pin, fiddling with it in his hand, avoiding Ian's gaze. "Regarding that... the situation is a bit special."
"Your demon servant has been captured by a king of hell."
These words made Ian frown.
"Which demon king has he been held captive by? And is demanding a ransom from me?"
Ian is ready to make a big splash.
however.
“No, quite the opposite.” Thomas finally looked up, his face displaying a complex expression Ian had never seen before. “Your servant… uh… is very capable.”
“Impressive?” Ian repeated, the image of that witty, rolling head flashing through his mind. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same demon?”
Thomas took a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts.
"According to the intelligence I have received, your servant has somehow persuaded that King of Hell, or rather, your servant has already convinced that King of Hell, and he is now packing his things to come and join you."
Chapter 164 Return to Earth! Lucifer is in despair!
As soon as Thomas Wayne spoke, the room fell into a deathly silence.
It was really hard to describe Ian's complex emotions at that moment in less than 20,000 words. He opened his mouth, then thought he had misheard and closed it again.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" Ian kept gesturing to his mouth, his eyes wide open, revealing a hint of disbelief in his expression.
Ian found it hard to believe that a simp like that guy could be so capable. You know, that guy's simp vocabulary only contains a few mindless simp quotes over and over again.
How could such a wordless demon be able to deceive a king of hell with words?
"Your headed servant, it seems, convinced Belial, the King of Lies, through more than three hours of intensive conversation that you are the future of Hell, the successor truly favored by Lucifer." Thomas's expression became even more peculiar when he talked about this. He didn't believe that a mere low-ranking demon could deceive the King of Lies with lies.
Therefore.
This was the most unbelievable thing for Thomas Wayne. Even someone as cunning and intelligent as him couldn't imagine how that lower-level demon had managed to fool the King of Lies.
“Nonsense, Lucifer wouldn’t even share half of his magic with me. He clearly just wants to see me in Hell… Wait, who was that guy you said my trash can was fooling again?” Ian suddenly grabbed Thomas’s sleeve, the silk fabric of Thomas’s clothes sliding through his fingers.
Armani clothing.
It's obviously smuggled goods.
“Belial, the King of Lies!” Ian didn’t wait for Thomas Wayne to respond, after all, he had heard it clearly just now. The boy’s eyes shone unusually in the dim light.
His golden-red eyes were like 200-watt light bulbs.
Thomas was somewhat disoriented by the flash. As he snapped his fingers, a ghostly blue flame suddenly rose from the last bit of ashes in the corner of the room to counter Ian's gaze.
The two lights cast Thomas's face in alternating light and shadow.
"So? Why does a name excite you like a hellcat smelling dognip?" He leaned back slightly, avoiding Ian's suddenly approaching face.
Ian released his grip and began pacing around the room, his Nike sneakers crunching on the ashes. His grin widened, clearly overjoyed.
"This name is good, this name is wonderful!" Ian muttered as if chanting a spell, then suddenly turned around and said firmly, "This name sounds perfect for joining my new Land of Light!"
Ian is not only good at creating alternate accounts, but also at setting up shell companies. Anyone who has played Red Alert knows that a cunning rabbit has multiple burrows, and it's always good to have multiple bases.
obviously.
The new Justice League is no longer enough for Ian. Because of the "Ultra Bomb," he considers himself the first Ultraman on Earth, so he feels that the DC Universe should also have its own Land of Light.
"A great cause awaits me, something no one else can do—purify Hell. Fortunately, I'm here. When I transform Hell into the new M78 Nebula, it will be brighter than Heaven! This is a complete transformation, a complete change, a renewal, a metamorphosis... Uh, my vocabulary shouldn't be this limited, how come it's all gone... Anyway, there are many similar American idioms here, so I won't go into detail."
"My main concern is that you're not well-educated enough to understand. Anyway, this is me—the new king of hell, the king of Ultra, Ian, the new era's master of hell transformation, the soul beautician of demons, the terminator of evil, the purifier of darkness!" Ian was talking non-stop. He even took out a piece of chalk from his pocket and started drawing his project proposal on the wall, his words full of professional terms, but Thomas Wayne didn't understand a single word.
He had read many business plans in his past and present lives, but he had never seen anything as messy as Ian's. Even Bruce Wayne's scribbles when he was three years old were neater than this.
“No, are you really not worried at all? Are you really going to accept that devil’s allegiance?” Thomas Wayne pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his face.
The spittle was flying everywhere, like rain.
He even suspected that Ian was deliberately spitting in his face.
"Don't worry, Thomas, you're still the first Demon King to pledge allegiance to me, and no one can shake your position." Ian's expression was as sincere as a live-streaming salesperson shaking their foot.
Thomas's pupils dilated slightly at that moment.
"When did I swear allegiance to you?" Thomas Wayne was dumbfounded. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember making such an unwise choice.
"Didn't you want to go to heaven?"
Ian blinked, his eyes filled with confusion.
Thomas Wayne quickly explained, "Oh, no, no, no, I'm exchanging this New Gotham for indulgences, I'm buying something, not selling myself."
He was clearly afraid that if he explained too slowly, he wouldn't be able to explain clearly and the other party would make a final judgment. In fact, Thomas Wayne was perfectly aware of Ian's nonsense.
"I think you're just trying to shift the blame onto Bruce, aren't you?" He didn't look at Ian with suspicion, but rather exposed Ian's little scheme with an absolutely certain tone.
No mind-reading ability is needed; face-reading works very well with Ian.
"Um... Thomas, you're really smart." Ian chuckled awkwardly and took a step back. Even though he was very disappointed, he could only clumsily give a reluctant thumbs up.
Thomas Wayne remained expressionless.
"hehe."
He straightened his tie, each syllable seemingly filled with unspoken words, “Once you become a slave, your son will still be a slave. This rule is still the class division established by my ancestors.”
"You want to use my grandfather's methods against me?" I don't know what Thomas Wayne is showing off. To be honest, he probably already has a place in hell from the moment he was born.
Those who can thrive and manage a city like Gotham, at least superficially, are born to be demons in hell.
It doesn't matter anyway.
The Gotham Emperor demonstrated his family's scholarly tradition, belonging to the orthodox American Old Stars and Stripes, which Ian could not match, so the young man could only admit defeat.
"When my second brother needs my help, as long as he can give birth to a new Kryptonian, I can also become a Kryptonian king." Ian secretly vowed to find several more fertile wives for his second brother.
Thanos's potion should be used where it's meant to be used.
Black people are physically strong, so the Black women in America will definitely have more children. However, considering his second brother's sensibilities, Ian thinks My Little Pony might need a live-action movie or TV series.
Kryptonian centaurs aren't out of the question; they are, after all, a fantasy race. But calling a horse "sister-in-law" still feels a bit awkward, so Ian felt he had to correct his second brother's freakish tastes. Thomas stared at Ian, who was deep in thought again, a little worried that the other was still plotting some kind of scheme.
"Honestly, Ian, I hope you can resist the temptation to control the Demon King. He's the King of Lies, a master of deception and intrigue, with far more tricks than I do."
"God knows what he's trying to do to you with this bizarre decision," Thomas Wayne sighed, changing the subject while also revealing his own wariness.
It's obvious that he must have suffered at the hands of the King of Lies before.
"Don't worry, there won't be any problems. I have a labor contract, and I have a lot of magic effects... By the way, the King of Lies wasn't from the Great Ying Empire or the Capital of Abundance when he was alive, was he?"
Ian remained cautious, but Thomas Wayne didn't quite grasp the leap in his thinking and didn't understand what he was trying to say.
of course.
The old American woman with the American flag still gave an answer: "You may not understand, but Belial and his ilk are the embodiment of original sin, unlike me, who is a demon acquired later in life."
“They don’t have the concept of ‘before death’.” Thomas Wayne explained the classification of demons to Ian, but Ian had already figured this out from Crowley.
"That's good! I'm completely relieved. I have extraordinary wisdom, so his tricks are definitely not as numerous as mine. The only ones who can defeat me are the bears in those two places!"
An eerie silence fell over the room.
The last spark in the ashes went out with a soft puff. Thomas blinked three times slowly, his confusion undiminished. He began to seriously consider whether he had been away from the world for too long, resulting in a significant generation gap with today's youth. Perhaps this was a form of expression of contemporary internet culture among young people?
"Perhaps I really do have a generation gap with you young people today."
He still hasn't doubted Ian's mental state.
Thomas is such a kind guy.
“It’s alright, brother. Your son understands me. He likes me a lot and has invested in many of my groundbreaking projects. He clearly has a keen eye for talent.” Ian was adding “New Kingdom of Light” amenities to the wall with chalk—including but not limited to “Demon Staff Canteen” and “Hell Medical Insurance”.
Thomas stared at the gradually taking shape plan behind Ian, where a section labeled "Ian's Pleasure House" stood out starkly. He hesitated to even consider what kind of "pleasure method" it might contain.