Hogwarts underachiever

The self-healing spell is activated to release the core individual intelligence body data.

"It's Immortal Ian" In the dark alley, the gangs who were fighting each other to the death a moment ago fell into chaos.

"When did Corpse Man Ian come? Didn't you say that this transaction was approved?" The man who spoke still had blood dripping from the iron crowbar in his hand, and there was a scar cut by the blade on the back of his left hand. It forms the shape of a spider.

The information comparison is completed and the magic formula is loaded.Reorganization completed

When the voice in his ears fell silent, the scattered wounds on Ian's body had disappeared. The dissipated energy even completely repaired his clothes.

"Thunder" was resurrected with full health. Ian got up from the ground after regaining consciousness, touched the back of his head that had been hit by the sneak attacker, raised his legs and stepped over the glass residue left by the broken Molotov cocktail and the spread of flame.

The flames avoided the falling footsteps and made way for a clean path, as if a pair of invisible hands were pushing them aside.

In Ian's mind, the parasitic spirit called Lei was freed from the mechanical tone and responded indifferently, ah

"I remember I should have said, don't waste time reorganizing me just because of this little injury."

Whoever reorganized it for you, I want to protect your clothes.You don’t want to be talked about by your sister when you go back.

"clothing"

Isn’t this the new clothes that girl Penonia bought you last week?

Ian seemed to have noticed this and raised his hand to glance at the sleeves that had been brand new after being swept away by the magic.

"I didn't notice that she gave me the clothes."

So, move quickly and take care of these bastards. I know you can do it.

Ian nodded slightly, and as he turned sideways and clenched the fist close to his side, his whole aura changed.

The ability to reorganize and regenerate is an ability that Ian was born with. The spirit residing in his body has always said that this ability was brought about by it.

The speaking spirit called himself Ray, and had been inhabiting Ian since his birth.

For Ian, this elder with knowledge from the future world has always been the patron saint of his brother and sister.

But as Lei taught him, God is not selfless. When a being who you think is a God gives you a lot, the other person will often ask for more.

Unless the other party is your parents.

Lei said that he was an unlucky ghost who happened to travel through time. What was even more unlucky was that he failed to kill the host, Ian, smoothly.

After all, how is the combat power of something like a soul calculated? In reality, this garbage game is indeed the worst of all worst. I am an adult, a first-class crown student in a magic high school, and a genius among geniuses, but I can't beat a newborn. doll

Lei would often talk about these embarrassments.

The despair revealed in his murmurings also inadvertently alerted Ian to the fact that the two of them had such a sworn enemy-like relationship.

"It's indeed Ian, he's here."

"Come on, come on, I want to see what a plague-carrying zombie is."

Due to his age, Ian had to find a place to stand on tiptoe before jumping up and slashing the neck in front of him. His technique of exerting force and long-term training gave him the strength to cope with the battle, and his many years of experience allowed him to The feedback from the touch confirmed that the person in front of him had been knocked unconscious by him.

Around him, many gangsters had been knocked down.

"Ian, we talked with Thomas. He recognized that this transaction was against the rules." At this time, the man who stood in front of Ian with a group of subordinates seemed to be the leader.

But his words couldn't make Ian's footsteps even stop for a moment.

"Damn it!" Since the other party gave no room for negotiation, the man as a mafia man naturally refused to give in. "I'm going to shoot him for nothing."

"Uhhhh" Before he could say the words, a smaller guy behind him had already collapsed in retching.

Corpse Ian always carries the plague with him. When he gets angry, the plague will overflow from the darkness and drag all those who disobey his will back to the abyss of chaos. The voice of thunder appears in Ian's ears, hahaha. , these gangsters’ second disease is quite serious.

"Stop talking nonsense and turn up the magic flow." Ian asked Lei in his heart.

Can you really handle it?

"Otherwise, if there are two shotguns facing each other, no matter how stupid I am, I will know which side is more unbearable."

I thought you would want to challenge it. According to the physical skills I taught you, two shotguns unless there is one more.

"I don't want to get my clothes dirty."

OK then.

The next moment, the magic flow centered on Ian suddenly intensified, and the spreading chaos affected the gang leader who was waiting sternly.

Disturbing the flow is not a magic skill. It is just a side effect of the huge amount of magic power that Ian passively acquired after being lodged by Lei. The pressure of magic power tortures his own will every moment.

And when Lei opened the door for him, Ian could synchronize his unbearable pain to other people approaching.

The price is that his own discomfort will be doubled.

But he himself has long been used to it.

The attack of the plague temporarily stunned the gun-wielding gangsters, but they did not forget to pull the trigger.

At the same time as the first gunshot was fired, Ian had already taken action in advance, with an exaggerated bounce that launched him to the wall and then refracted at a large angle like a pinball.

Ian landed on the ground and grabbed the shotgun that had just been fired. Behind him was a mess left by the empty bullets.

The gun fell into the hand, and with just two shakes, the disassembled parts were thrown away from the gun, along with the bullets that escaped the bomb bay.

The gun that had lost most of its parts had completely reduced to a fire stick at this moment.

"Ignore that loser and shoot me. Shoot this devil and send him back to hell." The leader put one hand on his forehead and shouted with fear.

If the ordinary members really shot immediately, Ian would indeed have a headache from this distance.

But the other party hesitated for a moment.

This slight hesitation gave Ian enough time to swing the fire stick in his hand at a wide angle and hit the shotgun facing him.

The barrel of the gun that was hit deflected upward uncontrollably, and then shot a tube of fireworks into the sky.

The fire stick in Ian's hand did not pause at all. It continued its large arc trajectory and rose up after knocking off the barrel. It also smashed the revolver in the leader's hand before returning and using the end of the handle to completely poke out the gun. The gangster's last bit of fighting power allowed him to squat down and slowly vomit out the contents of his stomach.

Finally, he drew back the thrust cleanly, and the irregular front part of the fire stick was pressed against the leader's throat.The Adam's apple was stuck, making the latter lack the courage to even swallow.

There was blood left on the bruised skin.

"" Ian looked around. The two gang organizations he called to attack had already begun to take over the battle. Only then did he focus on the little leader with two hands raised in front of him. "What do you mean? Breaking the rules”

"" The leader shook his head slightly under the dual impact of fear and turbulent magic power.

"Don't you know that in this town of Valinallen, I am the rule."

"I should have said that selling drugs to minors is not allowed in Valinallen."

"My purpose of coming here this time is not to stop a transaction at all."

"But you Spider Gang, it's time to get out of Valinallen."