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After all, Ian did create his own unique magic system.
He had just laid the foundation for his own system, but due to his insufficient magical power, this nascent source of magic could only conduct experimental magical creations.
[Four-Dimensional Appendicitis Reconstruction]
No matter how absurd the name of this magic may be, the fact that it can turn a useless appendix into a useful wallet is something that anyone who truly understands magic should know how cool this magic is.
"And it's practical too." Ian knew that the safest place was inside one's own body. What could be a safer anti-theft measure than storing one's possessions inside one's own body?
You should know that not everyone in this world has a fortress of loneliness like him.
Ian still needed to consider his future "followers" more. He didn't want others to think of him as the aloof and arrogant Lord Ian with the "let them eat cake" mentality.
Go deep into the grassroots.
Considering the suffering of the monks.
This is the real Ian Sir.
"I believe the believers will feel my goodwill." Ian felt very good about himself. He already had the qualities that a leader should have, and his mind was full of creative ideas for the benefit of the "people".
however.
Those ideas cannot be implemented yet.
How to describe this feeling? It's like a newly enthroned emperor with grand ambitions, whose lack of magic is the most important factor limiting his potential.
"Damn it, my super brain is still brimming with amazing magic." Ian felt as if his brain had been sucked out with a straw.
Inside the skull, it was as dry as a sponge that had been baked in the sun for three days.
prior to.
He used to have a feeling of being filled with magical energy, like his brain was filled with water, but now it feels empty, like his brain is dehydrated. This is probably a manifestation of excessive magical energy consumption.
The use of the Demon Book is highly dependent on magic.
No wonder the previous Prince of Hell acted like a weakling.
“A mature magic book should know that it provides magic to its master.” Ian’s manipulation was everywhere, except that the book on the table had a small mouth growing out of its cover.
It made a pitiful, whimpering sound.
"All you do is cry. You'll never get to eat three demons in your lifetime," Ian sighed helplessly. Just then, the demon head placed in the cabinet seemed to sense something and opened its eyes.
"If it won't eat it, I will."
This guy has already tasted the sweetness of getting something for nothing.
This is the ultimate form of depravity.
“Okay, wait, tonight I’ll make you some egg tarts with my poop… Damn, do you think I’m rewarding you?” Ian grabbed a black cloth and covered the expectant demon’s face.
He almost forgot.
Dogs are not the only animals in biology that exhibit "coprophagia".
The same goes for cows.
"It seems I'm the only normal person in this house." Ian was slightly unwilling, but he could only take a long-term approach, as accumulating magic power was not something that could be accomplished overnight.
Fortunately, he has already anchored himself to another form of capitalist.
How much magic does Ian possess?
It all depends on how hard the believers work.
The growth of the Ian Cult is bound to be rapid, there is no doubt about that. After all, he has only just created his own magic system, and a guinea pig has already eagerly become his believer.
This is proof of a promising future.
"I wonder who this lucky person is, with such a sharp eye for investment." Ian had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it, because not saying it meant that he would never be wrong.
The flexible application of equations and inequalities is so simple and unpretentious.
[You are currently creating a work; Writer Experience +1]
[You are currently creating a work; Writer Experience +1]
[You are currently creating a work; Writer Experience +1]
……
The magic power wasn't actually consumed, but rather its activity level was depleted, requiring time to recover. So, Ian used this time to begin simultaneous creation of literature and comics.
By dividing tasks effectively between his two hands—one for drawing comics and the other for writing novels—Ian felt he would eventually be able to use both hands and feet simultaneously.
At that time, one can practice music, chess, calligraphy, and painting simultaneously. As for the idea of growing more hands, that's not even a consideration; a normal person should only have two hands and two feet.
"very hungry."
Ian was caught between creative inspiration and hunger; his stomach had been rumbling loudly for some time, but he knew he couldn't even bite the pen cap if he wanted to complete his job change.
It's always good to be cautious.
Ian believed in his willpower.
But he didn't trust his own thirsty mouth. Respecting the desires of every part of the body too much was the consequence of indulgence; Ian frantically tried to distract himself with writing and drawing.
The pen was indeed smoking from being swung around.
And just as he was immersed in his creative work.
"Ding Ding Ding ~"
Ian's black cell phone rang.
"Hello, this is Ian."
Ian paused writing for a break and answered the phone. The caller ID didn't show up, but he remembered it was his dad's number. Perhaps Batman had given his dad the information on the phone.
“Ian, remember to see your psychologist at 3 p.m. sharp. Dr. Hannibal has set aside an hour for you on the weekend for the sake of your studies.”
Clark's voice came through the phone, with the background noise typical of a newspaper office, the sounds of keyboards being typed and papers being turned.
Very busy.
"What about the patient who was supposed to be treated on the weekend?" Ian held the phone to his ear, remembering that his psychiatrist was always fully booked with clients.
"I heard she's in a relationship and doesn't need to see a therapist anymore." Clark was working while on the phone, and he seemed to be cheating by using a slightly super-fast speed.
Upon hearing this, Ian's eyes narrowed.
"Was that patient in love with octopus or with scallion?" Ian continued to probe his father, but Clark seemed only confused by his question.
"what are you saying?"
Clark preferred to suspect that there was something wrong with his hearing or his phone rather than doubt Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a behavior that surprised Ian somewhat.
“No, I just think Dr. Hannibal has a certain air about him that he’s a great cook,” Ian replied thoughtfully. He didn’t believe Clark hadn’t done a background check on Hannibal.
therefore.
This situation has occurred.
There must be something fishy going on behind this.
As for telling my dad directly?
Laugh to death.
Even among fathers and sons, there is competition in the world of superheroes. The credit belongs to Ian; tonight he'll see his ancestor on the front page.
Clark was unaware of Ian's ulterior motives.
Anyway, remember to go.
Clark continued, with the sound of a broken printer in the background, "Have Jordan come with you; I need to interview a real estate tycoon this afternoon."
“I’ll fix your printer when I get back tonight—don’t tell your mother, she’ll be back even later,” he instructed Ian as he repaired the printer.
"Where's Mom?" Ian listened intently to the sounds from the next room and had a good idea of what was going on. He didn't think his second brother, who had been working hard all day, would have the time or inclination to accompany him to the doctor.
“Your mom is going to interview an astronaut. NASA seems to have discovered aliens, and she’s very excited.” Clark said, seemingly while fixing the printer.
"..."
Ian opened his mouth.
I don't quite understand why my mom is so interested in aliens.
This kind of creature is clearly found in my home.
More than one.
"Remember, go home after your doctor's appointment and don't wander around," Clark said cautiously, hanging up only after receiving Ian's assurance.
"The person who made the guarantee is Ian, and has nothing to do with my ancestors." Ian grabbed his stockings, checked the time, and prepared to drive his car out to level up.
at noon.
There's still quite a bit of time until 3 o'clock.
Metropolis needs a new hero to protect it. Otherwise, with Clark only in his forties, how long will it take for Ian to become the new leader of Metropolis?
It is common for a crown prince to live for thirty years.
But Ian, a prospective superhero who has been in the industry for two and a half years, has absolutely no desire to be one.
He has a rebellious streak.
We have to go against the grain right now!
"Perhaps the public's adoration can also help me grow." Ian is certainly not going through a rebellious phase; his rebellious streak only emerges when there is something to gain.
[Leader LV1 [1/10]]
The main reason is that the emergence of this new profession gave Ian a tiny bit of an idea. Who says that people in the DC Universe have to suffer discrimination and can't become followers of Lord Ian?
It exists in the Marvel Universe.
Ian won't allow the DC Universe to be without Jesus! Even if Jesus came... it's better if Jesus doesn't come. Ian isn't fully developed yet, and he doesn't want to be portrayed as an unorthodox, heretical preacher.
He simply wanted to find some excellent Palus to help him cultivate his magic, and he was certainly not wrong. However, some people's perspectives in the secular world are always influenced by various factors.
Just like.
Ian looked at his collection of demons and his demon books.