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Lucifer stared as Ian opened the magic book that had fallen from the Origin Wall. He noticed that Ian was blocking his view, and the more he did so, the more uneasy he felt.
Why do you look so confident?
Lucifer had no idea where Ian’s inexplicable confidence came from. He was just about to pretend to kick Ian away to see what Ian was writing when he noticed that Ian suddenly looked up at him.
"This guy found out? No, he shouldn't be able to read my mind." Lucifer saw Ian's eyes light up, and a feeling of guilt just began to rise within him.
Something he never expected in his life happened.
"Bang bang!"
In his God of Gamblers form, Ian was incredibly audacious, throwing two punches at Lucifer's nose as if he was afraid of not getting a nosebleed with just one punch—a super combo of two punches.
Decisive and efficient, disregarding martial ethics.
Lucifer's bones made a sickening, dull thud.
"Ow~~~"
Lucifer covered his nose, not daring to scream too loudly. Tears streamed down his face from the pain, and his devilish eyes instantly shone with a scarlet light.
This is redness from pain, slightly less severe than Jill's purplish discoloration.
“Ian Kent! Do you know who you’re attacking?!” He stared at Ian in disbelief. From childhood to adulthood, even Michael had never dared to beat him up like this with a sneak attack.
“I think you don’t want to see me become your stepfather, Ian, do you?” Ian shut Lucifer up with one sentence, his expression changing as his nose began to ache.
Fresh blood was slowly gushing out.
The tears flowed down his philtrum and dripped onto the worn carpet.
Ian paid no attention to Lucifer's anger. He immediately took out a paper cup and precisely caught a few drops of bright red blood under Lucifer's nose.
Lucifer's eyes weren't as red as his nose.
"I...how could I be injured?!" Lucifer's anger was instantly replaced by astonishment. He stared blankly at his nosebleed, momentarily unable to accept that his invincible body could be hurt. He, the mighty fallen angel Lucifer, the lord of Hell, was actually bleeding from the nose because of a mortal's fist?!
This is illogical! This is unscientific! This is not the devil! Lucifer looked at Ian with suspicion and disbelief. At this moment, an extremely absurd thought couldn't help but pop into his mind—could this boy also be his destined other half? After all, there aren't many beings who can make him bleed with a fist.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Ian's "God's Family Sexual Harassment Radar" went off like a madman. He hurriedly explained as he unscrewed the ink cartridge in his pen.
"Don't try to openly date me, and don't even think about sleeping with your mother. I just happened to let your policewoman pass by our house when she was arresting a criminal."
Ian's profession as a writer grants him the power to manipulate coincidences, turning wondrous, accidental phenomena into echoes of reality and the human mind. To a certain extent, Ian can control the minds of every being, making them act according to his will, which these beings find difficult to perceive and accept as their true thoughts.
The stories a writer writes often become reality. However, if a story lacks logic and is driven by vague reasons like "inexplicable" or "strange," then the strain on Ian's writing skills will increase. Therefore, he cannot anchor himself to life forms far, far stronger than himself.
However, Lucifer's destined lover, the policewoman, is just a mortal. This is a typical story of a CEO and a commoner. Lucifer appears as the "King of Hell," using his superpowers to seduce people, while the policewoman Chloe is the first human not affected by his "devilish instincts."
This naturally piqued Lucifer's interest, to the point that he became completely enamored and even "defined" a weakness for himself: he would lose his invincibility when he was near the policewoman. He wanted to appear vulnerable in front of her and avoid revealing his identity as the Demon King, which allowed Ian to seize the opportunity to obtain some useful divine blood ink.
"What? Detective Chloe is nearby?" This is typical of a love-struck demon king. Lucifer covered his nose, but his mind was completely off Ian's actions.
"Oh! I have to ask her if she needs my help..." He instantly forgot the pain, stuffed a wad of tissue up his nose, and took out his phone to start typing like crazy.
Ian is a kind-hearted Ian.
He didn't mention that the toilet paper under the sofa came from Jordan.
It was stained with sin.
The boy, with his exceptionally high emotional intelligence, focused intently on absorbing Lucifer's divine blood into his pen. The blood circulated within the ink sac, emanating a certain ancient power.
"Perfect."
Ian grinned, gripped his pen, and prepared to begin his "writer's work." He still kept in mind the fundamental principle of not directly referencing God and the Goddess of Creation. Of course, he dared not depict God and the Goddess of Creation directly, but what did writing the story of Charlotte and Jonathan have to do with God and the Goddess of Creation?
Charlotte Richards felt her mouth was dry. The red wine from the candlelight dinner made her slightly warm. She got up and went to the kitchen refrigerator. She opened the freezer and took out a bottle of clear liquid labeled "Ian's Special Pregnancy Elixir." However, she didn't know that this was a forbidden potion specially concocted for the gods by Ian's newly sworn brother.
Charlotte Richards treated it like any other drink and downed it. Just then, the aphrodisiac Lucifer had mixed into her dinner took effect. Divine radiance erupted within her, resonating with the pregnancy potion. Instantly, she became pregnant with 88,888 placentas, which became children upon birth.
If ginseng fruit can turn into a child, then the placenta can certainly turn into one too, so this makes perfect sense—and indeed, the cries of every child born awaken her maternal love.
Jonathan and the goddess of creation stared at each other in bewilderment, and he was forced to forgo dinner to begin preparing his ten-thousand-year-long child-rearing plan. Thus, Ian Kent finally gained freedom and peace.
Ian's extraordinary talent was at work; he gathered his writing skills and, under the light rain outside tonight, wrote a short story titled "A Little Story After the Rain" in his magic book.
The handwriting twisted and writhed on the paper, like a living thing. With each word, Ian's face grew paler. By the eighty-eighth word, his skin began to crack; by the hundredth, his hair had turned gray; and by the time he finished five hundred words, he was as withered as if he had tens of thousands of wives.
Only his eyes still gleamed with an eerie light.
Berserker Experience +11
Berserker Experience +13
Berserker Experience +14
The entire short story flowed seamlessly, and the writer's power began to take effect. However, even so, due to some of the descriptions, when Ian finished writing the last period, he felt his writing power and magic drain away in an instant; his skin dried up, his muscles atrophied, and his eye sockets sunken.
He looked like a freshly unearthed mummy.
"Writer... sir... I've succeeded!"
Ian slumped down on the sofa.
His mouth grinned and he made a hoarse, joyful sound. Even though his voice was a little breathless, as if he might kick the bucket at any moment, it did not diminish his sense of relief in the slightest.
Ian, who had been sucked dry and turned into a mummy, lay under the sofa, laughing like a mummy.
How did you manage to do it?
Lucifer was also dumbfounded.
He also understands how to alter reality, but his power is below that of God, and he knows how difficult it is to influence God. Even he has to exert all his strength to have even the slightest impact.
"This is real power!" Ian trembled as he pulled out a bottle of veterinary growth hormone. The bottle was printed with the advertising slogan "Grow fat quickly!" He tilted his head back and gulped down the entire bottle of veterinary medicine, completely convinced.
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +6]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +7]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +5]
……
Ian, who had started binge-eating Snickers, had no idea how effective the drug was at building muscle, but judging from the feedback from the Savage Tyrant, it was indeed quite potent.
Since discovering that disinfectant can also increase experience, Ian's focus has shifted from expensive enhancement potions to a wide variety of cost-effective leveling items at the veterinary station.
"Wait! The source of your anchoring power to reality is—my divine power?!" After replying to the policewoman's message, Lucifer began to realize that something was wrong.
The youngest son of the Kent family seems to be putting the traditional skills of this "sweet family" to good use, just like Superman thinking with all his might, Lucifer is now helping Ian with all his might.
It was discovered that Ian's "anchoring to reality" was actually a clever way of using his power. The aphrodisiac was his, the divine blood was his, and Ian's writing was actually "inked" from his existence.
Then the alteration of reality was completed.
This is truly too difficult for Lucifer to comment on.
Oh, this is the realm of wisdom.
Ian spoke weakly but proudly, "Why do you think I slapped you? How could I write a story of this caliber without letting my mortal pen absorb some divine blood to evolve?"
He makes a good point.
"..."
Lucifer's expression was incredibly interesting.
He opened his mouth.
Lucifer desperately wanted to invite Ian to be the devil right then and there. However, before Lucifer could even figure out how to offer Ian a cigarette, the story outside the sofa had already begun to unfold.
"I'm a little thirsty."
Charlotte suddenly put down her fork. Sure enough, Charlotte's human body felt thirsty, and the creator goddess inside naturally had to follow the laws of nature.
Her body instinctively rose and walked towards the refrigerator. Seeing Charlotte with her back to her, the elegant composure of this "God-like" Jonathan vanished instantly. The all-knowing, all-powerful God might not care about most things, but at this moment, God truly cared about what Ian had written.
The God-like Jonathan was a bit flustered. After confirming that Charlotte had entered the kitchen, he quickly dipped his fingertip in red wine and wrote invisible words on the table.
Ian was unaware that his pregnancy potion would become completely ineffective if refrigerated, turning it into an ordinary beverage, and that his pregnancy magic was used very poorly.
There is no success, only failure.
There were no lengthy explanations or convoluted rationale; a simple definition was given, the words appeared, and were then wiped away by the God-like Jonathan with his finger.
at the same time.
Under the sofa, Ian was slowly recovering his flesh and blood with the help of various technologies and nutrients. Suddenly, he sensed something, and a sense of desolation, tinged with utter defeat, welled up in his heart.
"I failed to steal the chicken... Damn it, no, my flesh and blood, which would still be absolutely stunning even if taken out alone!" Ian realized what it meant to fail at the last minute.
Charlotte has already finished the bottle of the super pregnancy potion.
She licked her lips contentedly.
"It tastes like strawberry soda."
The goddess of creation's abdomen remained unchanged; instead, she let out a long burp.
Ian watched as the other woman walked back. The goddess remained unaffected, and his last hope that she had the belly of a "female prime minister" and could comfortably accommodate more than 80,000 children was completely shattered.
Young writers still need more experience.
God smiled and looked towards the sofa. On the floor in front of Ian, a new line of text appeared: "The contest between two writers has ended with the older writer emerging victorious."
"..."
Ian stared at the line of text and became mute.
His only consolation was that although he hadn't succeeded, he had earned a cup of divine blood ink, which allowed him to forcefully calculate that he hadn't lost out. It was just a matter of going back from 9,980 consecutive wins to 9,979 consecutive wins. Thinking about it this way, the Metropolitan God of Gamblers was still in a winning state.
Outside the sofa, candlelight flickered.
God Jonathan pretended nothing had happened, occasionally telling a few outdated jokes. He seemed quite content, even though the Goddess of Creation chewed her food with a completely expressionless face throughout.
The goddess of creation chewed her food with a completely expressionless face throughout.
"Do you know what makes humanity so wonderful..."
Jonathan God was about to do some "educational" when the Goddess of Creation suddenly interrupted him, staring at him with suspicious eyes.
"Why are you talking so much? Do you want to sleep with me too?" The goddess of creation never fails to shock with her words. It seems that she learned about human reproduction and courtship behavior during her trip to the human world.
"..."
The knife in God Jonathan's hand clattered into the plate.