The pendant truly brought a response!
Look.
The icon on the status bar changed.
The name of the icon changed too.
This could only be the response of the big shot. The Horseman of Death clearly took action, changing Ian's bestowed identity from [Death Knight's Retainer] to [Death Knight's Devotee].
It looked like a slight difference, but among them... was there really not much difference?
Ian looked at the icon with eager anticipation, his expression immediately stiffening. The [Death Knight's Devotee] status icon still failed to display any kind of status buff.
It just appeared there on Ian's status bar.
Like an insignificant existence.
Just like the previous [Death Knight's Retainer].
"Uh, where's my eternal life?" Ian felt a bit defeated, picking up the pendant again. "God-Daddy, if it's really too much trouble, an immortal package that's just a monthly subscription would work too."
He was already pleading with enough emotion and expression.
But the pendant didn't move an inch.
Ian's bargaining failed to elicit any response.
"At least give me a negative effect to prove you were here, old man!" He lowered his standards again. However, the other end of the pendant still gave no reply.
The Horseman of Death was too aloof.
Of course.
Ian also couldn't tell if this big shot didn't want to give it, or couldn't give it. If his memory wasn't mistaken, shouldn't the Horseman of Death be in a state of imprisonment by God?
The great cosmic hodgepodge.
Ian wasn't sure if that background was still applicable. Just as Ian was sighing, calling his feelings a rollercoaster that had been ruthlessly played with.
"What exactly are you..." The female psychopomp Tessa's voice carried a hint of panic, not just because Ian could hurt them, but because she suddenly felt a suffocating pressure.
Perhaps Ian's status bar only changed to an icon with a different name. However, for the female psychopomp Tessa, she clearly sensed that Ian had started to become a terrifying presence that made her tremble.
She hadn't felt this way before!
Now, the female psychopomp Tessa realized she couldn't even bring herself to look Ian directly in the eyes! This alarming situation made the female psychopomp Tessa feel like she had encountered some great horror.
Everything before.
Was just the other party toying with her.
And this could also explain why the other party could see psychopomps—this boy was probably not human at all! Thinking this, the female psychopomp Tessa's face became increasingly shocked and uncertain.
"This! Can't you recognize this?" Ian frowned, pulling out the pendant and shaking it again. He had hoped to use the two psychopomps to figure out what this was. Unfortunately, the psychopomp Andrew, still curled up like a shrimp on the floor, clutched his vital area, struggling against the agony of what felt like crushed testicles.
As for the female psychopomp Tessa, who was now pressed against the corner of the wall, suddenly becoming frail, she stared at Ian's pendant for a long time, and the only expression on her forced calm face was confusion and bewilderment.
"No wonder you've been psychopomps here for countless years! Clearly, you're not striving for improvement! That's why you haven't progressed!" Ian first sighed with a tone of emotion.
Then, he straightened his expression and continued.
"Look at me, learn from me. At only fourteen, I'm already deeply favored by my God-Daddy. Oh, right, in case you don't understand, I should probably explain that my God-Daddy is actually your boss, the Old..." Ian was about to invoke divine authority, beginning his show-off debut, and firmly cementing the identity he had brazenly claimed.
However.
The Great Will of the Universe probably decided this wasn't the kind of showing off an ordinary NPC should do.
A sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from a distance.
"They're over there!"
A nurse's sharp voice pierced the hallway.
"That boy who's talking to the air! The poor child must be having a psychotic episode!" The nurse's voice carried pity, but also a hint of nervousness.
Ian turned his head.
He was instantly dumbfounded.
Five people in white coats were rushing toward him, pushing a restraint bed, and the leading doctor held a syringe with a sedative. The head nurse ran while holding out her hands, shouting soothingly.
"Don't be afraid, child! We'll help you contact your parents!" Her voice was gentle, but if she hadn't also been holding ropes for restraints, Ian might have actually thought she was a good nurse.
"Damn it!"
Ian watched the group of doctors and nurses getting closer. He truly missed the fake Tessa's ability to freeze the world. If he were caught by this group of doctors and nurses, would he have a good outcome?
"I'm not freaking crazy... I only have a little bit of psychosis, for crying out loud!" Ian didn't believe he could convince this group of doctors and nurses, so he chose to turn and run without hesitation.
Seeing this situation.
The two psychopomps, invisible to ordinary people, both breathed a sigh of relief. Tessa helped her slightly recovered companion up. At this point, she realized she had missed the window to collect the soul.
Inside the ward.
The doctors and nurses had no time to worry about what was happening outside.
...
He ran.
They chased.
Thanks to his strength of 5.8 and constitution of 4.7—more than five times the level of a normal person—Ian ultimately avoided the fate of being caught with nowhere to fly.
How to put it?
The doctors and nurses would probably only catch up to him if they sprouted wings. Because Ian ran not toward the stairs, but toward a window, he jumped out directly from the sixth floor.
With the blessing.
No, with the curse upon him, jumping off a building was nothing. Ian was fearless. However, the doctors and nurses, being ordinary people, clearly couldn't know this.
"The child committed suicide!"
"Oh, no! This is the sixth floor!"
"It's over! That little hottie's face is definitely going to be smashed! I remember him! He's Stan Lee from Bruce High School! A campus reporter from Bruce High!"
Seeing Ian decisively leap out the window, the nurses and doctors cried out in alarm. Among them, the nurse who had spoken to Ian earlier recognized Ian's fake identity.
"Hurry! Get down there! Maybe we can still save him! At least... save a few organs?" Amidst the chaotic shouts, the doctors made the most optimistic assumptions. So, the group immediately ran toward the elevator. For some reason, their speed was faster than when they were trying to help Ian moments ago.
At this moment, Ian landed with a splat, butt first, a stable landing, but he sucked in a sharp breath of pain. The negative statuses at the bottom of his vision began to increase continuously.
His rage accumulation also rushed to the halfway point.
[Severe body damage, EXP +5]
Ian's pelvis was fractured.
He also broke his thigh bone and a few ribs.
Fortunately, his physical fitness was strong enough that he didn't crash into a bloody mess. Otherwise, Ian would have to find a way to lick up his own blood. It wasn't because he genuinely couldn't bear the loss of that little bit of nutrition.
Rather, he didn't want to leave any opportunity for anyone attempting to collect his DNA. As an ordinary NPC in this world, Ian felt he should be so meticulous.
Just like with the sewage plant clue, he actually didn't plan to put himself in harm's way. Ian had already decided who to seek help from last night.
There was a person.
Very strong, very formidable. Compared to other superheroes, that person would absolutely, sincerely, and wholeheartedly help him... or rather, help Superman, who had less than seven days left to live.
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