The chemistry classroom was shrouded in smoke after the explosion.
The school building looked like it was on fire.
Ian saw a scene of two people arguing intensely at the classroom window. He was extremely curious—could there be someone else like him who could see the Death in those invisible realms?
Was it possible that his Godfather had a Goddaughter?
As soon as he thought of this.
Ian was instantly energized.
This dramatic confrontation was becoming even more interesting!
"Don't move from here. I'll bring you back some oranges later." Ian turned and reminded Madison, who was frantically filming with her phone, attempting to gain a wave of high traffic on social media. He then immediately dashed toward the classroom building, afraid of running too slow and missing the most exciting part.
"I don't want oranges! Bring me back some of Mr. White's morphine!" Madison shouted at Ian's retreating figure. The delinquent girl's attention was entirely on shooting the video. Poor academic performance didn't mean she wasn't a smart girl, so she not only knew Ian wanted a close-up view of the drama but also knew what was most valuable in the chemistry teacher's classroom.
Madison didn't use those illicit substances, but they would make her look incredibly cool in front of her friends.
"No problem!"
When money wasn't involved, Ian was still very willing to help his friends. The pungent smell of smoke mixed with scorch marks assaulted him. He ran against the flow of screaming, fleeing people toward the chemistry classroom.
A teacher passed by.
They didn't ask what he was doing.
They were too busy saving their own lives to care about other students. This was the reality of America, which is why Hollywood movies praised those rare instances of moral brilliance. Helping others? In some places, people would consider it a routine act; in others, it was already heroic.
Outside the smoke-filled classroom.
Ian poked his head inside slightly.
He saw two women.
One was a female Death in a black uniform, with an unfamiliar face—not his old acquaintance, Tessa. The other was a blue-haired girl. Her hair shimmered in the sunlight coming through the window.
Her forehead, adorned with strange tattoos, had delicate features. Her skin was pale, and her deep purple clothing made her look more aloof. Ian searched his memory but found no information about this girl.
"Maybe a low-popularity character?"
Ian wondered in his heart.
Inside the classroom.
The floor was covered in remnants from the explosion. Some chemical substances remained, slowly flowing across the ground. They seemed to be slowly converging to outline a pattern.
But no one noticed.
"This man made a deal with Trigon. I need to know why from him." The girl stared emotionlessly at the female Death. In the corner near her finger, a transparent soul was curled up.
Yes.
Ian could also see this soul.
It was his unlucky chemistry teacher, Mr. Walter White.
"Trigon would not take notice of such an ordinary person." The blue-haired girl's tone was assertive and to the point, clearly suggesting that some conspiracy lay behind this matter.
"I'm not ordinary!"
Mr. White defended himself from the corner.
"A drug lord with a terminal illness who made a deal with a demon for a new life—that's as ordinary as a planet in the universe." The girl said without any fluctuation in her tone.
"..."
Mr. White was rendered speechless.
"I was a good person... I did it all for my family, to leave them some money..." Mr. White stammered, trying to justify the destination of his soul.
"People who don't sign a contract with a demon are called good people, like me." The blue-haired girl paused. "No, I'm not one either. Whose fault is it that my father is a demon?"
The cold humor carried a hint of self-mockery.
But Mr. White couldn't appreciate the dramatic irony.
"Special girl, I sympathize with your situation, but this soul has been marked, and I must take it." The brown-haired female Death's attitude was also resolute.
"You are making a decision harmful to this world, which makes you more foolish than me." The blue-haired girl's tone was equally flat. She unreservedly stated her opinion of the female Death.
"Death never needs to concern herself with the problems of the Hell Lords." The female Death chuckled softly, stepping forward to take Mr. White. Seeing the blue-haired girl move, she raised her hand immediately.
"What did you do to me?"
The blue-haired girl frowned, suddenly realizing she couldn't move.
"I am fulfilling my duty."
The female Death gave a response, extending her hand toward Mr. White—however, Mr. White did not feel this kindness. He hesitated, slow to respond to Death.
"Come, don't be afraid. Death is just a new beginning."
The female Death spoke softly, offering comfort.
There were rules they had to follow: the person they took away had to be willing for them to take the soul that no longer belonged in the mortal world.
"I need to achieve my goal, even if it means bearing some guilt." A red light illuminated the forehead of the immobilized blue-haired girl, and her eyes instantly turned red.
The atmosphere was tense.
Death was on high alert.
The temperature in the air began to drop sharply.
Just then.
"Wow, your forehead is so bright." A hand suddenly reached out, covering the blue-haired girl's forehead, as if trying to physically pry off the "gem" that had lit up on her forehead.
[Dark Erosion]
[Berserker Experience +3]
A voice sounded in Ian's ear.
Ian successfully obtained the "offense" reward he wanted. He didn't know who the girl was, but he could feel that the power radiating from her forehead was very dangerous.
And he.
Loved dangerous things.
"Sorry, I wasn't fully awake. I thought I had found my lost Great Gem..." Ian chuckled, looking at the expressionless, girl whose eyes had now dimmed.
"Who are you? Is your hand even itchier than mine?"
A trace of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes.
"A passerby, unwilling to state my name, just here to watch the drama." Ian grinned. He turned to look at the chemistry teacher in the corner and waved his hand in greeting to Mr. White.
"Hi, Mr. White, you look great!"
The enthusiastic greeting.
Only resulted in Mr. White curling further into the corner—he knew Ian wasn't normal, but he never expected him to be this bizarre and evil.
He was a ghost, and the other party could still see him?
"Are you also a Death?" The blue-haired girl also couldn't fully comprehend Ian's situation. People who had been eroded by her power didn't smile so brightly.
To the girl's question.
"I am not."
Ian shook his head.
"I can tell you guys won't reach the hair-pulling stage. You are no match for her. That's normal."
He reached out and patted the girl's pocket.
"What are you doing?"
The girl, who still hadn't completely broken free of her restraint, frowned. She watched as Ian pulled out her wallet, then watched Ian walk toward the female Death with the wallet open.
"I'm actually quite curious about this Trigon she mentioned." Ian counted out two hundred US dollars. He pocketed a hundred himself and handed the other hundred to Death.
"Have a cup of tea. It won't take long."
Ian realized the girl wasn't his God-sister, but that didn't stop him from showing his enthusiasm—well, he was covetous of the magic power from the big-shot demon on the girl's forehead.
So.
Face-Face fruit
Activate!
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