Chapter 260: I Am Already Invincible Here!
“Click!”
A crisp shutter sound rang out.
On the mobile phone screen, a photo that could be called epic grade was frozen: the background was the ruins and debris after the nuclear explosion and the smoke filling the sky, the foreground was a “monster” with three heads and six arms, surrounded by chaos lightning, grinning with a V-sign victory gesture—Ian’s three heads were all laughing heartily.
And in his hand, he was holding the God of Man, Superman, who had a dazed expression, bewildered eyes, damaged battle suit, and seemed not to have figured out the situation yet…
“Yes, just like that, Superman, defeated!”
Ian looked satisfied at the photo on the mobile phone screen, his three heads nodding at the same time, seemingly very pleased with his composition and timing of the shot.
Superman: “…”（ Brain still crashing）
This… what the hell is this situation?! This monster… was just… taking a selfie?! And using him as a photo opportunity prop?! Clark Kent felt his Kryptonian brain completely overload at this moment, even starting to doubt if he was dreaming or if the entire universe had gone mad.
“He still hasn’t realized anything, right.” Paradox Lady watched this scene from afar, the corners of her mouth under the black veil seemingly curving into an extremely faint, incomprehensible arc. And Miss Death at the top of the high building, her face shrouded in shadow, remained an eternally unchanging calm and profundity.
“I’ve already arranged what I needed to arrange.”
Miss Death’s response could only be heard by Paradox Lady.
“Good.”
Paradox Lady responded faintly, withdrawing her gaze. The deities’ chess game, the mortals’ struggles, and the family farce seemed absurdly intertwined at this moment.
Forming a bizarre picture scroll that even fate itself might not be able to interpret.
And at this moment.
Just as Ian was admiring with satisfaction the “father-son photo opportunity” on his mobile phone that would excite any gossip tabloid editor-in-chief to faint, a roar filled with pure savagery and desire for destruction hammered through this brief and absurd silence like a heavy hammer, shattering the seemingly artistic atmosphere!
“Roar——!!!”
The sound came from the land below that had been plowed by the nuclear explosion and still flowed with lava.
There, Doomsday, who had been temporarily “destroyed” by the nuclear warhead explosion, turned into charcoal and seemed dead, now suddenly stood up from the ruins!
Its shattered body was frantically reorganizing at a visible speed, the jagged bone spikes becoming even thicker and sharper, the twisted muscle fibers twisting together like steel wire, the dark cuticle covering a metallic sheen like cooled lava, and the aura emanating from its body more violent and suffocating than before!
“Roar!!!”
Doomsday had even absorbed the energy of the nuclear explosion, its body surface faintly flowing with a ghostly blue radiation halo like Godzilla’s, a symbol of its adaptation and evolution.
“What have you done!” Superman snapped out of his daze, asking Ian with a dazed and lifeless expression. Staring at Doomsday below, who had not only revived but clearly grown stronger, a chill surged in his heart. Dead and reborn, stronger with each battle? This creature completely violated the basic laws of biology!
“Alright, considering how your nape feels firm and hard just like I imagined, I’ll tell you the truth.” Ian seemed to have fulfilled his long-cherished “photo opportunity” wish.
His overly active brain slightly entered “wise man time.”
So, the boy who seemed to have partied all night spoke in a slightly more serious tone, “Really, don’t panic, Superman. It’s destined to die tonight; this is history’s… um, high-probability event. But before that, I want to use it to test a hypothesis of mine.”
Ian of course still wanted to maintain his God of Speed persona, especially after taking control of Superman; this vest absolutely could not be exposed and discarded.
“What are you talking about?” Superman couldn’t understand Ian’s words at all; lacking key information, he only felt this three-headed, six-armed guy was as incomprehensible as the monster below.
He couldn’t even determine where Ian came from or what his purpose was.
“Meaning…” Ian patiently explained to his good-for-nothing old father, his gaze tightly fixed on Doomsday below, who was adapting to its new form and emitting threatening low roars.
“I want to use Doomsday—this ‘consumable’ that doesn’t have too much impact on the overall ups and downs of the river of history—to try if I can… fool time, fool history.”
Saying that.
Ian glanced at the system panel that only he could see.
【Job Transfer Mission: Mission: On the timeline, complete one fooling, achieve one paradox.】
He was of course still thinking about the 【Paradox Knight】 job transfer mission issued by the system. The Speed Force was great, but it was ultimately the “public” power of the DC universe.
It felt good to use, but ownership didn’t belong to the individual.
Whereas the profession granted by the system was real, soul-bound great power belonging to Ian Kent himself! He knew very well which was more important.
“Aaaah!”
At this moment.
Doomsday seemed to have fully adapted to the power of its new body.
Its blood-red eyes, filled only with killing desire, locked dead onto the three-headed, six-armed God of Speed Ian hovering in mid-air, still holding Superman by the nape.
After a furious roar.
Doomsday bent its knees, the ground beneath its feet cracking with a boom, then shot into the sky like a cannonball, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle, streaking across the horizon.
Its evolved, even more ferocious giant fist, wrapped in ghostly blue radiation energy, was aimed straight at Ian’s face, its heart filled with the longing to smash Ian to pieces.
Fair enough.
Though Doomsday was a bit dumb, it knew full well who had bombed it with a nuclear warhead, its killing desire peaking under the stimulation of vindictiveness.
“Let me go! Let’s deal with it together!”
From far away, Superman already felt the terrifying power contained in that punch’s wind pressure, so he hurriedly shouted. He realized this monster’s threat level had far exceeded before.
However, Ian sneered, not only not releasing Superman but instead holding him and slightly sidestepping, in an extremely pretentious but perhaps somewhat strenuous pose, using one of his free five arms to casually pull several previously intercepted nuclear warheads from a pocket dimension.
“Heh, don’t underestimate me, Superman.”
Ian’s middle head raised, his tone full of mysterious confidence, “Even if I need one hand to hold your vital spot, I, the God of Speed, am still invincible in the world!”
He had figured out why his old father liked grabbing his own nape—probably the old father projecting from himself, thinking Ian’s nape was also a weak point.
Yes.
Grabbing Superman’s nape immediately halved his struggle; no one had probably summarized this knowledge point before, but now Ian had spied it out and summarized it.
“I’m such a genius!”
Thinking smugly in his heart, Ian’s actions were quick; he threw the several nuclear warheads at the oncoming Doomsday like skipping stones!
The nuclear warheads were remotely detonated the moment they neared Doomsday!
“Boom! Boom! Boom——!!!”
Even more dazzling light and deafening explosions swept the sky again, the huge fireballs and shockwaves engulfing Doomsday’s figure.
The intense light radiation even temporarily blinded the superhumans observing from the edge of the battlefield—proving why one shouldn’t go out to watch the excitement.
On this point, Gotham and Metropolis residents complied very well. Around this outskirts battle site, there were only a few Metropolis people, but really not a single Gothamite.
How to put it, this was the result of natural selection; the genes for liking to watch excitement in Gotham had been naturally eliminated, so the survivors didn’t like watching excitement much.
They only liked creating excitement.
“The environmental department will hate you to death…”
Superman made a cold joke, mainly to try to calm his own heart. However, just as Superman thought this round of attack would at least severely injure Doomsday or kill it outright, a ghostly blue figure burst through the explosion’s fireball and thick smoke like a demon god returned from hell!
“Roar roar roar!”
Doomsday was almost unscathed except for its body surface radiation halo being even brighter, its speed even faster, charging toward Ian with an unstoppable momentum!
“Even nuclear warheads can’t hurt it now?! What kind of monster did Luthor create!” Superman was utterly stunned; this was completely beyond his comprehension.
“It has nothing to do with how strong the nuclear warheads are.”
Ian still held Superman, flexibly changing positions in the air to dodge Doomsday’s pounces, while having the leisure to explain, as if teaching Superman a lesson.
On passing knowledge to his father.
He was very interested.
“It’s mainly Doomsday’s freakish trait of ‘never being killed by the same attack twice.’ Simply put, after surviving one nuclear explosion, its body automatically evolved high resistance to nuclear explosions, even absorbing some energy to strengthen itself—Luthor stole my technology.”
Ian spoke without blushing or skipping a beat, bullying that Krypton was destroyed with no Kryptonians left to refute him. Of course he knew Doomsday was an ancient Kryptonian biological weapon.
Doomsday was originally a biological weapon created by Kryptonian scientist Bertron in ancient times. By repeatedly killing and reviving a primitive creature, it continuously evolved into the ultimate killing machine—ultimately losing control, becoming Doomsday. But what did that matter?
Dead people can’t enjoy patents.
Ian helps dead people enjoy them.
Isn’t this also a win-win?
“Can’t be killed, infinite revival? Never killed by the same attack twice?” This bizarre father-teaching-son knowledge made Superman feel his worldview shattering and reassembling at light speed. This creature’s existence was the ultimate mockery of science and logic!
“You’re dragging the whole world down to play with fire!” Superman saw Ian seemingly pulling out something else, the technological content of which made even him feel heart-palpitating.
It was a hydrogen bomb with even greater yield!
At this moment.
Clark couldn’t care less about being shocked at Doomsday’s unreasonableness.
He finally realized Ian wasn’t just passively responding; this mysteriously appeared monster was deliberately using stronger attacks to “feed” Doomsday!
To force Doomsday to keep evolving!
“Playing with fire? Not really, I don’t like playing with fire, I like playing something else.” Facing Superman’s questioning, Ian seemed confident, throwing the hydrogen bomb at the charging Doomsday while calmly saying: “This will actually only lead to a win-win. Trust me, it absolutely won’t truly become a catastrophe—”
The hydrogen bomb exploded, releasing energy even more terrifying than the nuclear warhead, like a small sun born in the air. Doomsday’s figure let out a painful roar in the extreme light and heat.
Parts of this monster’s body even began to vaporize, but its vitality was stubbornly despair-inducing, the remaining parts reorganizing and evolving at an even crazier speed…
Ian watched all this, his eyes not showing worry but lighting up with a brilliant golden glow like the sun core, a terrifying energy that made even Superman’s soul tremble gathering in his eyes.
“Because I’ve already set its end.”
Ian spoke softly, yet as if stating an unshakable truth.
“Who exactly are you!”
Superman asked the same question again, his voice carrying irrepressible shock. This existence before him not only had unfathomable power and speed.
Its behavioral logic and confidence in controlling the situation made him feel profoundly unfathomable.
Ian’s three heads turned to Superman at the same time, his face showing an expression mixing solemnity and acting skills.
“I am the monarch above time! The eternal arbiter wielding the scales of spacetime! My will is the source of「causality pollution」 and the battlefield meat grinder crushing all conventional combatants!
“I am also the Knight of the End that all things do not wish to see me approaching them!”
He cleared his throat, using an epic chanting tone, almost verbatim from the system’s description of the yet-unlocked【Paradox Knight】 profession.
This string of titles that sounded extremely high-level but somewhat vague upon closer thought completely baffled Superman.
“Wait, are you the God of Speed, or the Knight of the End?????” Superman was very confused; he opened his mouth, momentarily not knowing how to respond.
“That’s not important.”
Ian’s expression remained calm.
He had learned how to be calm.
Below, Doomsday had completed another perversely evolutionary upgrade under the hydrogen bomb’s baptism. Its body size seemed slightly smaller but more solid, its body surface cuticle turning into some dark material like a black hole absorbing light, and the ghostly blue radiation energy around it undergoing even more dangerous changes.
Dark red energy arcs capable of tearing space appeared on it.
“Roar roar roar!!!” It raised its head, those eyes left only with pure desire for destruction locking onto Ian again, emitting a roar as if from hell.
Then.
Doomsday kicked the air fiercely, seemingly having evolved short-term air-stepping ability, directly turning into a dark red meteor of destruction and charging again at a speed far exceeding before!
“I’ve been waiting for you, evolve, evolve, then become my ingredients.” At this moment, the long-brewing golden ray in Ian’s eyes like the brilliant sun core finally shot out!
It wasn’t pure high-temperature energy like heat vision, but a more bizarre, more fundamental power! Wherever the golden light passed, space seemed to wail and distort, time flow became abnormal, light pulled into weird spirals. The energy level contained in this ray made the nearby Superman tremble from primal life instinct!
He had no doubt!
If this ray were fully released, it would 100% easily pierce or even annihilate a planet! For the current Superman who hadn’t mastered planet-busting power, he truly felt despair!
At the same time.
Outside the battlefield core.
On a relatively intact high ground several kilometers away.
“Who are you!?” Two figures arrived almost simultaneously. One was golden lightning, the other a swift figure like a sleek female leopard.
The Flash Barry Allen stopped, his shit-yellow kangaroo battle suit disheveled in the wind.
He had just escaped the suffocating atmosphere of Star Labs, leaving Reverse-Flash to bear the pursuit from the future, and followed the explosions here.
Upon arrival, he saw the scene before him like a mythological war.
“Like you, I want to ensure Earth won’t be destroyed today.” The other was Wonder Woman Diana; she looked curvaceous and very charming.
Though she had slacked off in the city for many years, the Amazon warrior’s foundation and power still kept her with considerable mobility and combat intuition.
She too was drawn by the world-shattering energy here.
The two future alliance members who hadn’t formally met before had their first informal encounter now. However, they had no time to care about each other’s identities.
“What the hell is that guy!”
Their gazes.
Were firmly drawn to the scene in the distant sky, their bodies involuntarily trembling slightly.
There, in that airspace.
That three-headed, six-armed figure like a demon god casually held the struggling Superman by the nape with one hand; on the other side, the brilliant golden light shooting from his eyes was fiercely clashing with the monster emanating ominous and destructive aura, the scattered energy aftershocks blurring the surrounding space.
“Superman… is like a toy in that guy’s hand!” Barry’s voice trembled uncontrollably; he couldn’t imagine any existence so easily “taking control” of the God of Man.
This scene was even more horrifying than facing Reverse-Flash.
“I don’t know, but that guy is definitely not a friend to us.”
Wonder Woman Diana gripped the Sword of Vulcan tightly, her heroic brows furrowed; sensing the chaotic, powerful aura from Ian carrying some “divinity” yet utterly unfamiliar, and that indifferent attitude viewing all things as grass, she realized the other’s terror.
That proud figure.
Entrancing and bewitching.
Even making Wonder Woman involuntarily recall her former nightmare.
Ares.
“So chaotic, belligerent, and toying with life and order… could he be… the resurrected Ares?” Diane’s eyes filled with vigilance and uncertainty.
She was indeed quite ill.
Her habit of seeing Ares in everyone hadn’t healed even years after Ares’s death.
