My Stats! Are Above Yours!

As the Evil Spirit burst out,

Ian's body crumpled crookedly to the ground. He was blackened all over, clearly badly "poisoned," with web-like black-purple veins crawling across his skin.

He was even blowing bubbles from his mouth.

Being directly possessed and eroded by an Evil Spirit was indeed terribly damaging to humans.

An ordinary person would probably have little chance of surviving.

"Quick! Constantine!" The moment Charles saw the Evil Spirit appear, he immediately shouted a reminder and rushed toward Ian. He had originally intended to catch the young boy as he toppled over.

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However.

People who hung around Constantine were more or less unreliable. Charles caught absolutely nothing—not even the gust of wind Ian kicked up as he fell.

"..."

Charles awkwardly held up his hands, still posed as though he were supporting empty air.

And at that moment.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

Constantine, who had been somewhat dumbfounded earlier, reacted quickly.

Though he did not understand why the Evil Spirit was acting so strangely, he immediately raised the container he had just prepared—a thermos whose surface looked slightly warped.

Constantine had used the time earlier to carve a hexagram and inscriptions onto it. The Evil Spirit let out an ear-splitting shriek, but an invisible force dragged it toward that seemingly ordinary container.

"This is where you belong, demon!"

Constantine continued chanting the sealing spell and finally captured the fleeing Evil Spirit in the container. The black mist was forcibly compressed before being completely sucked into the thermos.

"Charles! Your teacup did a great job!" Constantine immediately slammed shut the transparent lid and rapidly twisted it tight, completely sealing the Stainless Steel Thermos.

The hexagram glowed blood-red. Strangely enough, the thermos did not shake very violently, as though the Evil Spirit inside no longer had the strength to struggle.

"It's done!"

Though puzzled, Constantine could not help letting out a sigh of relief.

"Looks like it was another close call without any real danger." Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead as well.

"Close call without danger? Hahahaha, we're not finished yet! That damned crazy boy's body has already completely deteriorated! There's no way he can survive!"

"Constantine, you'll bear this sin as well!" The Evil Spirit's voice could still be heard. Yet beneath its venomous tone was unmistakable relief at having survived the ordeal.

"I'll wait for you in Hell! Wait for him too!!"

Of course.

It was also furious at Ian. Honestly, if it had not relied on the pull of Constantine's exorcism spell, it might really have become the first demon to be eaten by a crazy human.

Even now, thinking about it made the Evil Spirit shudder with lingering fear.

"What crazy boy?" Constantine glanced at the blackened boy lying motionless on the floor. His brows knitted tightly, and anxiety rose in his heart. He knew the boy's condition was indeed grim.

"You have to save this innocent person. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die with me." Constantine began threatening the Evil Spirit in the container, demanding that it save the boy's life.

However.

The Evil Spirit remained unmoved.

"Demon! If you don't save him, I'll make your life worse than death! Believe me! You'll never return to Hell!" It was not that Constantine cared so much about a stranger.

He cared about his own soul.

"Heh."

The Evil Spirit merely sneered.

Just as Constantine was at his wits' end and had no idea what else to do,

"Um..."

Charles poked him in the arm.

"Not now, Charles!"

Constantine turned around irritably, only to find Charles blankly pointing to the side. Before Constantine could turn his head, a small hand reached out in front of him and snatched away the thermos.

"That's impossible!"

The Evil Spirit's face pressed against the transparent glass above the Stainless Steel Thermos lid.

That twisted face became even more grotesque from shock. Still, because its soul was incomplete, it looked weak and ethereal—Ian had nearly devoured more than half of its soul.

"How is that possible... How could you come back to life?"

The Evil Spirit let out an incredulous howl. It was not just it—even Constantine was stunned. The boy who had been blackened all over a moment ago had actually gotten to his feet like nothing had happened?

Not only was he no longer in mortal danger, he looked lively and full of energy. His skin was rosy and fair, and he even had the strength to snatch the thermos away and stare at it while viciously mocking the Evil Spirit inside.

"It's been three minutes, and you only managed to get me half-dead. You can't even grind down 0.5 percent of my health in one second. Such a tiny Evil Spirit—what a joke."

Ian's tone dripped with sarcasm.

"You should be dead! You should... No! What kind of freak are you?!" The demon's scream shook the cup. It no longer wanted to regard Ian as human.

What kind of human could be so bizarre that even a demon like it found him unsettling?

"Pah, pah, pah! You're the freak! Your whole family is full of freaks!" Ian was deeply displeased by the Nun Wraith's slander and immediately began defending himself.

"This is the charm of stats!"

"Stats!"

"Do you even understand what it means for my stats to be above yours?" While spewing profanities like mad, Ian clutched the thermos with both hands and began shaking it violently up, down, left, and right.

He held grudges.

Naturally, he had to retaliate wildly.

Son of Superman.

Never held grudges overnight.

"I already overcame my psychological discomfort and risked leaving trauma on my young mind just to eat you, yet you ran away after I'd only eaten two-thirds of you?"

"Run, then! Why aren't you running now?!"

Ian's hands shook so fast they left afterimages.

He was physically torturing the Evil Spirit.

The results were pretty good.

"..."

"..."

Constantine and Charles looked at each other, both seeing the spectacular expressions on the other's face. They seemed to finally understand why the Evil Spirit had called Ian a damned crazy boy.

"What's going on here?"

Constantine could not help swallowing.

It was as though he had suddenly realized something.

Had the Evil Spirit not been driven out by him?

"I have no idea either... I told you earlier that this boy was scarier than a ghost. Looks like my judgment was completely right." Charles could not help recalling what had happened in the taxi.

Even now, he still felt lingering fear.

"You brought him here, and you're telling me you don't know?" Constantine looked suspiciously at his partner, only to see Charles shrug helplessly.

"I just picked up a passenger on the road." Charles was telling the truth, but to Constantine, the odds of such a thing happening were no less than winning the lottery.

Constantine gave Charles a look that said, "You've got to be kidding me," then turned toward Ian, who was acting like a human blender. His eyes shifted, and he immediately put on a stern expression as he spoke to Ian.

"Brat, give me that Evil Spirit. It isn't a toy... On the contrary, this thing is dangerous. It needs a professional like me to handle it properly."

Constantine wanted his trophy back.

However.

"Hm?"

Ian's eyes narrowed, his expression turning wary. He felt that this thing was his trophy. "Something that crawled out of my body obviously belongs to me!"

"This is a very clear matter of property ownership. You want to swindle me out of my property? No way! America's Sun once said that the private property of American citizens is sacred and inviolable!" Ian righteously condemned him while checking his personal panel. Devouring most of an Evil Spirit had brought him considerable benefits.

[Spirit: 4.2]

This was an attribute that was difficult for a Berserker to obtain. That only strengthened Ian's determination to suffer a little and find a better "cooking" method to eat the remaining Evil Spirit.

As for the negative effects of [Soul Corruption]? It would merely affect his sanity and thinking a little. Ian did not even plan to remove the negative status immediately after returning.

One man's arsenic was another man's sweet date.

A curse?

No!

This was a shortcut to a higher career path! Maybe if he accumulated a little more negative status in the future, he could skip the tedious routine of abusing himself every day before healing himself again!

What was wisdom?

This was world-shaking wisdom!