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Though Helena had given Rylan three days to complete the task, he was confident he could complete it before the day's end. If Helena was truly one of the powerhouses standing at the zenith, Rylan knew he had nothing to fear if that's all this world had to offer. Be that as it may, he still wasn't about to go berserk and let loose his desires without moderation. For all he knew, superheroes weren't the only superpower in this world. Human's true strength came from their usage of inventions and tools after all.

As he wandered the bustling street that was only brimming with more and more people, his stomach began to grumble. His soul was divine but his body was still very much human. No doubt this body could still get sick and hungry. However, he could easily compensate for those mortal weaknesses by using his magic. But where was the fun in that?

Rylan had all the time in the world now that he was no longer the Demon God per se. He was still very much a god, albeit a fallen one, but a god nonetheless, though just a god without his own dominion to rule over. As he wasn't exactly pressed for time so he figured he could grab something to eat while passing the time leisurely.

While looking around for a place to eat, Rylan caught a whiff of an incredibly aromatic scent. His gaze and nose followed the smell and he found a stall by the roadside that was selling pizza rolls and it had quite a long queue. He faintly recalled seeing this stall being advertised on social media. The reviews were overwhelmingly positive.

He finally got his pizza rolls after waiting in line for ten minutes but it was well worth the wait. A single bite was enough to make him moan in delight. One thing he truly liked about having a mortal body is the ability to taste the food of the mortals. Gods have a vastly different kind of palate and foods of the mortal simply don't taste as good to them as it does for mortals.

As he was about to take his second bite, someone bumped into him and caused him to drop his pizza rolls.

"Ooof, bad luck, buddy," the man who bumped into Rylan sneered with a chuckle. He boasted a height of six feet and was abundant with muscles. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have been standing idly in the middle of a busy street next time." Instead of apologizing, the man only mocked Rylan further.

"Serves him right," scoffed the scantily-clad girl that was latching onto the man like they were an inseparable couple. The girl had short wavy pink hair, dressed in a sleeveless crop top that gave much emphasis to her toned belly and impressive cleavage that seemed to be robbing the gaze of most men who passed her by. Her short jeans were also showing a great deal of her legs.

Rylan snickered in response. He knew the man was going to intentionally bump into him but he did nothing despite knowing so. Had he dodged, he would have no grounds in messing with the man and also his woman. Besides, he recognised the man and the woman.

"What are you laughing about?" the man asked. He was already walking away but he turned back around when he heard Rylan's snicker.

"I'm laughing at you, Scott," Rylan retorted with a scoff, looking the man in the eyes.

"Y-you… You're that halfwit Rylan."

"It's him?"

"Yes, it's me, Hannah."

"Well well well, to think that we would meet like this. How's your sister, Rylan?"

"How's yours?" Rylan shot back with a smirk.

Scott looked taken aback by Rylan's answer but he immediately suppressed the unease. "Wow, seems like you have grown some balls since high school or have you forgotten all the times that I beat you up?"

"How could I have forgotten those times, Scott? I remember them vividly. I remember how you stuck a paint bomb in my locker. I remember how you messed with my lunch nearly every time. I remember how you pushed the blame onto me whenever you commit a blunder in class. I remember how you told the teacher I was the one helping you cheat on the test."

"Alright, you made your pitiful point, Rylan," Scott growled. "Stop embarrassing yourself already."

Rylan continued without caring about his words. "Most vivid of all, I remember how you and your friends pulled me into the bathroom and stripped my pants just because you couldn't believe how big my cock was."

Scott was red to the nose. "Rylan, enough!"

"What?" The girl named Hannah had a ghastly expression as she looked at her boyfriend. "What is he saying, Scott?"

"Nothing, don't mind his words, Hannah."

"Now that I think about it, you were very interested in my cock, weren't you?"

"It can't be… Scott, are you perhaps—"

"No, I'm not, Hannah!" Scott roared. When he realised his shout had drawn the attention of a crowd, he glared at Rylan with indignation. "Come with me and don't you dare think about running," he said and stormed out of the forming crowd.

Hannah ran after him and Rylan simply trailed behind him at a leisure pace.

They ended up in some random back alley not far from the pizza rolls stall. Rylan had to hold back from laughing due to the Deja Vu he was feeling.

"It seems the beatdown during high school isn't enough," Scott said, cracking his knuckles.

"Scott, what did he mean by you being interested in his cock?" Hannah asked.

"Don't listen to him, Hannah. He's just talking nonsense."

"I have a big cock, you see," Rylan answered in his stead.

"W-what?" Hannah was even more confused.

"Silence, Rylan!" Scott shouted.

But Rylan kept going. "I have a dick bigger than what my body might suggest and that incurred a lot of envy and jealousy from the other boys. So, they would often group up and beat me up while making crude remarks about my junk."

"I said silence!"

"Is that so?" Hannah muttered.

"It is," Rylan said with a smile.

"Hannah, don't tell me you're interested in his cock now, are you?"

"What the fuck are you saying, Scott!? Of course, I'm not! God, have some tact, will you?" Despite saying so, she was very much interested in Rylan's cock as evident from how she kept sneaking glances at his crotch.

Even if Rylan didn't notice her stealing glances, he could tell she was interested in the topic by her increasing heart rate and her rising body temperature. He grinned at the fun he would be having in just a few moments.

"What are you smiling about now, fuck face?"

"Don't worry, you'll know," Rylan said and appeared in front of Hannah in the blink of an eye.

"W-what the hell!?" Scott exclaimed as he stumbled backwards in shock. "N-no way! Since when are you a superhuman?!"

Rylan paid him no mind and focused his eyes on Hannah with a wolfish grin.

Hannah was about to say something but Rylan grabbed her hand. She shrieked.

"Rylan!" Scott barked but Rylan did not even look at him.

Rylan then put Hannah's hand on his crotch against her will. "Big enough for you?"

"G-get off me, you creep!" She tried to pull her hand away but no way she could compete with Rylan's strength

Rylan chuckled. "Don't play coy with me now, Hannah. I know you're interested and I don't mind indulging in your interest. I know you're frustrated, Hannah. I can smell it."

"W-what are you saying? Let g-go of me…"

"What are you doing with my girl, you fucking asshole!?" Scott yawped. Losing his reasoning from seeing his girl being harassed, he charged at Rylan with a fist raised.

Rylan still wasn't even sparing Scott a brief glance. "Kneel," he offered a whisper in response.

That whisper alone caused Scott to stop in his tracks and dropped to his knees, much to his opposition. "W-what the… What the hell is this? I-I can't move…!" Then, it clicked with him. "Is this your power, Rylan?! You dare use your power against a civilian?!"

"Shh…"

"Why you— ah…" Scott suddenly found himself unable to speak. His mouth was open and moving but no sound came out of his throat. Knowing this to be Rylan's work, he glared at him hard with a furious gaze.

But Rylan couldn't be bothered with whatever kind of gaze Scott was giving him. His attention was on Hannah. "Now that the pesky fly is gone, how about I show you something you can never get from your pathetic boyfriend?"

"He's not pathetic," Hannah retorted firmly.

Rylan snickered and brushed her hair. "Oh? Then why wasn't he able to make you cum when the two of you have sex?"

Scott was shouting something with an enraged expression but no voice left his lips and he couldn't move an inch.

Hannah widened her eyes. "H-how do you know about that!?"

"Let's just say it's one of my abilities."

"So what if that's the case, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Don't you want to know how it feels like to orgasm in sex? I can give you that. I know you want this."

"You're insane if you think I'm gonna let you fuck me just because of that."

"But you will let me fuck you."

"What are you—" Hannah paused suddenly. She felt something trickling down her thighs and when she looked down, she realised it was her love juices that were flowing down her legs. "What the fuck…? Why am I so wet?" she muttered to no one in particular.

It was clearly Rylan's doing. He subtly used his magic to heighten her libido and multiply her sexual frustration. He was the Demon God, after all, tricks like these were commonplace for him.

Rylan scooped up some of her cunt fluids with two of his fingers and licked them off with his tongue, smacking his lips afterwards. "Hmm, delicious. You are really starved for some good loving."

Hannah shuddered at such a vulgar act and words from Rylan. Though she was disgusted, she found her cunt throbbing in anticipation instead and her body was only getting warmer and warmer by the minute. "What have you done to me?" she asked in between her quickening breaths.

"Nothing much. I'm merely making your body be honest with itself."

Hannah's face paled with dread but a part of her was turned on by those words. She closed her eyes as Rylan leaned forward with his head.

But then…

"Enough," said a deep masculine voice out of nowhere. "Let the poor lady go"

Rylan sighed and turned around to meet the owner of the voice.

The voice belonged to a man in black cargo trousers, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket. His face was hidden under a blank white mask with two eye holes. He was striding towards Rylan and Hannah with all the confidence in the world. The man glanced at Scott and frowned under his mask.

"And let the man free. I won't ask twice."

While Rylan had never personally seen the masked man before, he recognised the man from social media. The man was a superhero named Righteous Fury and he had been making a name for himself by going around town and stopping petty crimes during the day. Rylan had sensed him approaching but he didn't expect it would be Righteous Fury of all people, not that it was a problem for Rylan.

Righteous Fury was merely a C-rank superhero, however. When even one of the former top ten superheroes couldn't win against Rylan, it went without saying there was absolutely no hope for Righteous Fury but no way the poor hero was aware of that.

Rylan couldn't help but break into a cackle at the sight of Righteous Fury and his name.

"You find this situation funny?" the hero asked with an eyebrow raised.

"How could I not? They way you dress, they way you talk, and your name… I'm surprised people could refrain themselves laughing in your presence, let alone take you seriously."

Righteous Fury, Fury for short, had his fists clenched with the shame surfacing but he held it down before it could take over him. "Those three factors do not change the fact that what you are doing now is a crime."

"A crime? Says who?"

"The law."

Rylan chuckled. "Well, too bad. I'm not afraid of your petty mortal laws."

"You should be," Fury said, assuming a fight stance.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Because there's me and many others like me out there."

"All the more reason to not fear the law," Rylan scoffed.

"You insolent ruffian. See if you can still be so pretentious after you tasted my fists!" Fury lunged with a kick off the ground, darting straight at Rylan like an arrow.

"Boring," Rylan yawned. "Stop."

And stop Fury did, in the middle of his lunge with his upper body slumped forward, a foot raised with the other planted firmly on the ground.

"Now, what do I do with you?"