Chapter 136: Ian’s Evil God Cultivation Plan
On the Moon.
Divine light blazed.
A forging sound, inaudible to ordinary humans, echoed through the universe.
“Clang—clang—clang!”
Beside the divine power furnace.
Clark swung a piece of superalloy, smashing it against another piece, sending sparks flying. Despite being in a vacuum, the vibrations of the force seemed to penetrate the universe itself.
Ian floated cross-legged in mid-air.
Surging divine power constantly churned above his head.
His head glowed with golden light.
Like a true celestial Bodhisattva.
“This thing is too difficult; I don’t think it can be completed in a single day.” Clark was earnestly forging the armor using Ian’s unleashed divine power.
However, the progress wasn’t ideal.
“How long will this take?” Ian glanced at the watch on his wrist, drawn with a paintbrush, which precisely calculated Earth time like a flowing painting.
“Dad, I’m almost late for school.” If there was anything in this world that Ian considered as important as paying taxes, it was going to school; he wouldn’t skip class unless it was something major.
Even though such a terrifying event had occurred yesterday, the numerous schools in Metropolis had not suffered any damage. Perhaps it had something to do with DC’s general lack of child deaths.
In short.
The schools were fine.
Therefore, on Tuesday morning, students could still go to school if no one in their family had died or become displaced. Of course, public schools didn’t strictly enforce attendance anyway.
Classes were simply proceeding as normal.
Attendance was entirely voluntary for students.
And Ian was very willing.
“At least the basic frame should be hammered out, right?” Clark, like many men from redneck families, placed more importance on capability and wasn’t too concerned about his child being late for school.
As a farm boy.
He was also very skilled at this manual forging. Anyone who knew America would understand the decathlon of skills, because hiring labor is extremely expensive.
Being good at various handicrafts was out of necessity.
“The first rule of student conduct: you can leave early, but never be late!” Ian stopped his divine power surge, and his entire being transformed back from a vitreous shell to a handsome boy.
“Alright.”
Clark was just a blacksmith; of course, he couldn’t debate with the true core of the team, the Furnace Kid. Ian remembered that him going to school actually made him quite pleased.
At least he wasn’t arrogant like many people blinded by power.
“I’ll come back tonight.”
Ian tidied up, dug some moon soil from the ground to plant vegetables, and seeing that Clark had cooled the forged embryo, the father and son then flew towards Earth.
The old man’s flight speed far exceeded Ian’s, but he slowed down, waiting for Ian.
“You can come back tomorrow too.”
Clark wasn’t in a hurry, of course. He didn’t need this armor.
And he also knew.
This was a protracted forging process.
It would take at least a few weeks.
It wasn’t something that could be accomplished overnight. On the way back,
“I have a feeling you’re secretly up to something again,” Clark said, flying and examining the armor embryo in his hand. Its surface was covered in complex patterns, like some ancient runes or natural cracks, but arranged with an unusual order, even a bit eerie.
His super vision allowed him to clearly see, on a microscopic level, that hidden within the patterns on the armor’s surface were various images of Ian’s facial expressions, though their purpose and meaning were unknown.
“Just like a Damascus sword has Damascus patterns, the metal forged by Ian’s divine power naturally has Ian’s patterns. It’s scientific, natural, and also very, very reasonable.”
Ian responded with righteous indignation, not even blinking an eye.
“Hm?”
Clark cast a suspicious glance at his young son flying beside him.
“Did you tamper with Bruce’s armor?” This was not a question. Clark didn’t believe Ian; those patterns were too bizarre, and there must have been a lot of personal touches mixed in.
He knew this well.
It was just that his recently acquired knowledge of mysticism didn’t seem to allow him to discern any clues.
“Dad, you have hypochondria; you should go see Dr. Hannibal.” Ian immediately raised his hand and swore, “My crown chakra was in an open state just now, so I couldn’t mess with any brains.”
“I simply enchanted this armor as a return for Young Master Wayne’s generosity; it’s such a powerful enchantment that it will make Young Master Wayne cry tears of joy and kneel to call me Master Ian!”
“If Auntie Diana heard about it, she’d definitely come knocking on my window every night begging me to enchant for her.” Ian’s voice was filled with immense confidence.
He was truly reinforcing the hell suit, just as he had reinforced the Lasso of Truth, though Wonder Woman clearly hadn’t yet recognized his kindness.
It was normal.
If a person is a small step ahead of their time, they are considered a genius; but if they are many, many steps ahead, most people will hardly realize they are an embodiment of such wisdom.
Of course.
Ian believed that everyone in the Justice League was a master.
As long as they used his equipment to fight evenly matched enemies in the future, they would realize his greatness.
The more the boy thought about it, the more excited he became.
Clark’s super hearing clearly picked up his son’s heart rate accelerating by 0.3 seconds.
Seeing this, he didn’t dare to ask for details about the enchantment. After all, if Ian had truly done something terrible, he could better face Bruce only if he knew nothing.
With this thought in mind.
Clark then suspiciously asked in another way.
“Did you at least leave a backdoor in the armor?”
He tentatively asked.
“I’ve always been fair to everyone!”
Ian bristled.
Hearing this, Clark frowned.
“There’s really none?”
He turned his head, his eyes filled with depth.
“Really none.” Ian affirmed again with a resolute attitude.
“…”
Clark was silent for a moment.
As they flew into Earth.
He suddenly blurted out something that confused Ian.
“This can definitely be done.”
It was hard to imagine Superman saying such a cunning phrase.
“Huh?”
Ian’s flight path faltered slightly. He incredulously turned to look at his old man. The young boy had previously thought that hiding pocket money was the worst thing Superman had ever done.
He hadn’t expected Superman to have such a devious mind.
“I’m serious.” Clark’s expression was solemn. He twitched his ears, not sensing any listening devices. “Do you know who Bruce is going to use this armor against?”
“Aliens?”
Ian answered tentatively.
“That’s right.” Clark nodded. “And who has he fought the most aliens against?”
The old man was leading him on.
Ian wasn’t stupid, of course, and immediately realized.
“It’s you, Dad!”
A “ding” sound lit up above Ian’s head.
This was a new ability he unlocked after being filled with divine power.
It was a vivid and lifelike representation of a flash of inspiration.
Very vivid and lifelike.
“It’s us. In Bruce’s eyes, our entire family are aliens. Even your mother, who married me, is a Kryptonian wife. This is much closer to him than Darkseid.”
“You don’t have to use the backdoor, but you can’t not have it. And at least make thirty, no, three hundred of them, and let Bruce discover about two hundred and fifty of them in layers.”
“The remaining fifty are buffer space. He’ll eventually find all the backdoors, so after this armor is forged, you’ll need to maintain it for him regularly.”
In Clark’s forty-plus years, he had clearly experienced Batman’s scheming enough times. He seemed like a mature Superman, great and just to the world, but also taking targeted precautions internally.
Although these precautions were often not very effective, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t do them, as people always needed to grow—in fact, his words to Ian were just superficial.
They were to make Ian take it seriously.
The deeper reason was that Clark had another concern: the King of Gotham had made many plans targeting other heroes, always worried about them losing control.
However.
This also meant that if Batman lost control, he would become a more terrifying disaster than Superman. Superman clearly remembered Batman’s words during the post-disaster reconstruction, asking him to keep an eye on himself.
“You’re right, Dad. Indeed, I’m still too young.” Ian actually enjoyed taking damage-dealing hits, but he knew it wasn’t the time for that.
The nine backdoors he left were indeed not enough.
The older the ginger, the spicier it is.
Dad’s three hundred-plus backdoors sound very stable. Adding another zero might make it even more stable. Just as Ian thought he was surpassing his father,
“Ring ring!”
Clark’s phone rang.
“Clark! How long can you take in the restroom?! Do you know a giant light bulb has appeared in the sky?! This is big news!” an angry voice boomed from the other end of the phone.
It was Clark’s newspaper boss roaring.
Superman instantly switched to the flustered tone that only Clark Kent possessed, “I was indeed in the restroom, yes, with severe constipation… Oh, I know about it, of course.”
“And I even got a close-up photo of the giant light bulb from an informant.” Clark said, glancing at Ian. Ian could only silently let his head light up slightly again.
Not too bright, just right for a staged photo.
“You have exclusive photos? Hahaha, then continue, continue. Oh, I’m not supervising your work, it’s just that sometimes, the boss position is really hard to maintain.”
The newspaper boss’s attitude changed instantly.
Clark quickly mumbled a few more perfunctory words and hung up.
“Click~”
It was unclear where he got the camera from. A professional reporter was indeed different. After taking a few photos of the crown chakra of Ian’s head from four directions, he instantly swooped down from the clouds.
“Don’t cause any trouble outside today. Your mother and I want a good night’s rest.” With an acceleration, he disappeared into the sky, leaving only Ian silently extinguishing the light from his head.
“Ding dong~”
Because they had returned to Earth.
Ian’s half-broken mobile phone received a delayed text message.
A bank notification popped up.
【Transfer from Adam Keaton has arrived: $1,000,000,000 】 This was clearly a pseudonym of Batman’s. Who knew how many accounts he had on Earth.
I must say, the King of Gotham is very prompt with payments. The goods haven’t even been produced yet, and the money has already been transferred. He’s much faster than many bosses who pay months later.
Ian guessed that Young Master Wayne was probably afraid he’d forget about this small matter.
“Mom probably doesn’t know the house is gone yet. I need to buy a mansion quickly, or Mom will definitely kill me.” Ian’s gaze turned towards their home.
The new ruins were completely scorched black.
The fire had long since been extinguished.
A faint scent of burnt aroma still lingered in the air.
The original home was reduced to a pile of rubble.
But in the center of the ruins, his two older brothers were busy setting up a barbecue grill, skillfully flipping meat skewers, as if this wasn’t their bombed-out home, but a burgeoning commercial district.
“????????”
Ian rubbed his eyes.
He wasn’t mistaken.
His two older brothers weren’t sleeping in Hellcat, but were eating roasted meat and dividing loot—yes, Ian could clearly see Jordan holding a stack of money.
“I was the one who paid for Jordan to go to the hospital! How does this guy have so much money!”
Ian was very indignant.
He didn’t understand why he wasn’t included when dividing the family property.
He quickly leaned in to listen.
Ready to hear what kind of “heir apparent struggle” Jordan was engaged in. He saw Jordan counting money and giving it to Jonathan, while simultaneously brainwashing Jonathan.
“We are minimizing losses! Yes, Ian blew up the house, we are just rationally utilizing the accident scene. He’s the one who needs to explain to Mom and Dad, not us.”
“God knows how desperate we were looking at our burning home after you saved him and ran away,” Jordan said, his voice oscillating, his face still bearing a dark, smoky “makeup.”
To this.
Jonathan did not respond. He just hugged his large box, still trembling, “Fortunately, the statue is intact. This must be divine protection!”
Eldest Brother still cared so much about his statue.
“Stop being superstitious,” Jordan shook his head. “Like Ian said, there’s only one god in Metropolis, and that’s Father God. He’s too smart, that’s why he blew up our house.”
“I bet he’s in his room researching nuclear fission and fusion.” Jordan’s physics knowledge wasn’t great. Fortunately, he had now transferred to become a Kryptonian War God.
Otherwise, with his level of knowledge, it would be hard to get into college.
“Oh? Superstitious?”
Jonathan didn’t correct Jordan about the difference between nuclear fusion and fission. He was an American football player, and now, he was starting to consider a more divine path, making a bold move.
“Then how do you explain that ever since we put up Hestia’s statue, our roasted meat has never been burnt?” Eldest Brother, holding his statue collection box, threw a counter-question at Jordan.
“That’s my good cooking. Ian said I have a super brain too, and a super brain learns quickly. I’m just kidding with you?” Jordan said confidently.
“That is the protection of the gods!”
Jonathan, however, continued to insist.
The two argued until they were red in the face.
No one noticed that the younger brother in the sky was silently observing all of this.
“Sigh, a spring full of troubles.”
Ian knew he was not the one to take the blame.
The house was indeed blown up by him.
He couldn’t say much more.
All he could do now was try to fix things with his money power.
“Let me find a new house.”
With half an hour until school, Ian’s gaze swept across the city. Soon, he spotted a real estate agent diligently handing out flyers on the street early in the morning.
It was a middle-aged man in a checkered shirt with an overly enthusiastic smile.
Anyone working at this hour was clearly very diligent.
And this person was trying to seize the opportunity for many who lost their homes last night to promote real estate. He seemed a bit smart, and Ian liked dealing with smart and diligent people the most.
“It’s him!”
Ian swooped down.
“Armor Hero! Transform!” The Mimic Armor quickly writhed on his body, turning into a normal student uniform. When he walked out of the alley, he was already a harmless youth with a backpack.
At this time.
The real estate agent was still making sales pitches to the morning commuters. On the streets of Metropolis in the early morning, sunlight had just begun to grace the sidewalks, and the air still carried a hint of the previous night’s fireworks.
“I’m Phil Dunphy! A professional real estate agent, your best choice!”
“Buying a house? What you need isn’t location, or school district, but me! Because—I can change your life.” Real estate agent Phil was a kind-faced man.
His smiling demeanor gave him a somewhat henpecked air.
He held a thick stack of self-printed flyers.
Seeing Ian approach.
He also enthusiastically wished Ian a good time at school.
Of course, a normal person wouldn’t try to sell real estate to a child, but that didn’t stop the child from approaching.
“I want to buy a mansion, with a big garden, several garages, several studies, and preferably some cats and dogs. Although my pet isn’t a dog, my mother’s pet is a cat.”
Ian got straight to the point.
He didn’t even look at the flyers in the other person’s hand.
After all, real estate information prepared for workers wasn’t suitable for the wealthy Master Ian.
A billionaire.
Should live in a mansion.
“Huh? You want to buy a house?” Phil was taken aback. He looked at the boy, who seemed less than fifteen years old, and his professional smile held a hint of suppressed laughter.
“Buying a house should be a decision for adults, right?” Phil didn’t intend to chase Ian away. He thought Ian might be a child from a family preparing to move.
Of course.
It was also possible that he was not satisfied with his current living environment. Vain youths were not uncommon in this era, but Phil had no intention of mocking or reprimanding him. He enjoyed playing with children and had already prepared a speech to persuade Ian that he needed to study hard to live in a good house.
However.
Regarding this.
Ian attempted a dragon king’s smile, but the crookedness of his mouth was a bit unpracticed.
“I’m buying a house for my mother. We rich people are like this.” He knew he was newly rich, so he unreservedly displayed his account information.
And the bank app backend.
I must say.
Ian’s portrayal of a newly rich person was nothing short of masterful.
Not relying on acting skills.
Purely on talent.
“!!!!!!!!”
Real estate agent Phil’s eyeballs almost popped out.
His mouth was open wide enough to fit a baseball.
He blinked, then blinked again, and even swiped at the app on Ian’s half-visible phone, trying to confirm that this wasn’t some prank using a fake app.
But everything was real.
“Ten, hundred…”
His voice grew quieter, and when he reached “billion,” it became a whisper, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
It was normal, after all, for a middle-class person like Phil to find it difficult to imagine what kind of family would give a child one billion and ninety million US dollars to squander.
His wealthy father-in-law, in comparison, seemed like someone from the slums!
Suddenly, he stood up straight, his movements as precise as if a West Point instructor had possessed him, his voice exceptionally serious, “Mission guaranteed, sir!”
Phil didn’t want to miss such a big deal.
Even if he didn’t have the listings.
With persistent negotiation, he could get similar listings from others.
Ian blinked: “It’s best if you can find it today. You know, time is precious for us rich people—yes, that’s a line I saw in a TV series.”
He was ruthlessly exposed by Phil.
But he was indeed anxious.
After all, Ian could wait.
But his mother and family couldn’t.
Unless his father built a new wooden house, but Ian didn’t like the feeling of living in a wooden house. He had been a wild Paladin outside and didn’t want to experience the ordinary daily life of a wild person at home.
“No problem!” Phil’s response was as fast as a reflex, but his brain was still processing the visual shock—that number was long enough to make his mortgage look like a convenience store receipt.
“Okay, okay, I’ve sent my contact information to your phone.” Ian said and turned to leave, his school uniform jacket forming a dashing arc in the morning breeze.
“But you haven’t seen my flyers yet.”
Phil couldn’t stop Ian from going to school.
He fumbled for his phone.
A new notification indeed popped up on the lock screen.
【 New Contact: Mysterious Billionaire 】
No number, no email.
Only this one contact information that could be called.
“Oh, I knew there was real Men in Black technology in the world!” Real estate agent Phil was stunned. After a long time, he recovered, and all sorts of whimsical ideas popped into his head.
A mysterious child with mysterious technology wanted to buy a mansion!
He could tell this story to his children for the rest of his life!
“I have to get to work. Hehe, if this deal goes through, Claire will definitely reward me handsomely tonight!” Phil picked up his phone and dialed a few colleagues.
“Hey, man, I’m looking for a listing, with a big garden, several garages, several studies, and preferably some cats and dogs.”
He repeated Ian’s request.
“The kind of big house that only the rich consider?” There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line, followed by a low chuckle: “You’re not looking for the Wayne family’s mansion, are you?”
“Which mansion?” Phil asked subconsciously.
“The one Bruce Wayne just listed, by the lake in the East End. Three stories with a private garden and underground parking. I heard there’s also a hidden wine cellar.”
The other person’s voice was full of envy.
Phil was also slightly stunned by this.
“Bruce Wayne? The invisible richest man in Gotham? Didn’t he just announce he’s taking on the reconstruction work in the Metropolis disaster area? Shouldn’t he be under considerable financial pressure? Is this to raise money?”
His confusion made his friend chuckle.
“You underestimate him.”
“He’s just selling the old to buy the new. Do you think he’s short on money? He probably just wants to get a new place that he’ll barely use. Maybe the new mansion is already on the blueprints for the disaster area reconstruction.”
The colleague on the other end of the phone spoke with emotion.
Things that countless people would strive for were perhaps just a whim for the wealthy, a preparation for possible convenience, this was the gap between people in the capitalist world.
Phil listened, dumbfounded.
He was full of admiration.
He found the world of the wealthy increasingly unfathomable.
“Okay, I’ll bring my client to see it later.” Phil first thanked his friend, then received the information his friend sent. He looked at it and spoke softly.
Hearing this.
The other party immediately gave a reminder.
“Alright, but you have to hurry. Three groups have already made appointments. You know, many wealthy people want to get acquainted with an opportunity to connect with Bruce Wayne.”
This was a common practice among the upper class that many people understood.
Phil also understood.
But he could only sigh helplessly.
“What’s wrong? Is your client usually very busy?”
The friend on the other end of the phone sensed Phil’s difficulty.
Phil scratched his hair.
“I guess he must be a bit busy? My client is in a hurry to go to school. By the way, how long do private middle schools usually let out?” Phil clearly misunderstood the school Ian attended.
His words carried a lot of information.
It left his friend completely silent.
“Outrageously rich people.”
The voice on the other end was full of emotion.
“Who says not.” Phil shrugged. The two real estate agents sighed in unison, and tacitly began discussing what rich people were thinking. They eventually reached a consensus: the world of the rich was like quantum physics—you think you understand it, but you haven’t even touched the door.
This was true enlightenment.
At the same time.
Ian arrived at his school right on time.
He had always known that a superhero might not have good abilities, but they must have a formidable education. Many popular superheroes were highly educated individuals.
“I wonder if that agent is reliable.” Ian was still thinking about the mansion he was using to appease his mother. He didn’t know that Phil had already found a very suitable listing.
Without true omniscience.
A pure-hearted boy was even less likely to realize that even though he was in Metropolis, the money he earned from Young Master Wayne would ultimately flow back into Young Master Wayne’s hands.
Of course.
This was not a problem Ian had to face now. He returned to his student life. Even though he had become a billionaire, he didn’t buy an airplane to land in the school parking lot.
“I’m not someone who likes ostentation. At most, I’ll buy the opportunity to issue exam papers so that everyone can have truly valuable exam papers.”
Not only was he not ostentatious.
Ian also had consideration for his classmates.
Entering the campus.
Most students had not yet arrived.
The morning sun streamed through the glass window, casting a slanting beam onto the desks, reflecting a dazzling arc of golden light onto the classroom ceiling. Ian sat in the classroom, idly twirling a pen in his hand.
He hadn’t waited for Madison, the little punk girl, to come to school, so he couldn’t use his billionaire status to condescend and trick the little punk into signing a new Justice League employment agreement.
“Why isn’t the little punk here yet?” Ian was just a little suspicious, not worried about his property. He didn’t think the little punk would be smart enough to abscond with his wealth and move to another city.
Eager to show off to his good friends, Ian looked at the classroom back door for the 108th time, still not seeing the familiar figure who always chewed bubble gum.
Logically, Madison should have already come to show off some designer bags and shoes, only to be shut down by Master Ian’s bank balance. Ian felt disgruntled at not being able to brag.
Just then.
“Attention, students.”
Student Counselor Miss Misha tapped on the podium. Today she was wearing a “LOVE & PEACE” T-shirt, looking more like a student than usual.
Miss Misha had a good presence.
The entire classroom fell silent upon seeing her enter.
“First, we must mourn Mr. White…” Miss Misha’s voice lowered, “The police have confirmed that the previous laboratory explosion was a suicide by accident caused by Mr. White’s experimental error.”
The classroom observed a moment of silence.
Ian’s thermos suddenly vibrated slightly.
“So,” Miss Misha suddenly glared at Ian, “please, students who are good at spreading rumors, do not spread rumors such as Mr. White ascending to Steroid Planet.”
Her voice clearly carried a targeted tone.
Ian knew why Miss Misha was targeting him.
“The one who said you would start teaching me a lot about gender studies after class was Madison!” He remembered that two years ago, Miss Misha had been investigated because of this.
Hearing this.
Miss Misha’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
“Actually, you were teaching me, and I benefited greatly from it.” Miss Misha covered her forehead helplessly. “And, the Child Protection Agency people said that the one who reported it was a little boy.”
“Reporting me every day… Oh heavens, only God knows, I chat with you because I’m worried about you and constantly monitoring your psychological health.”
Perhaps Miss Misha was truly wronged, as she argued with Ian in front of other students. In reality, this incident was not a secret to the students.
It only added to the school bullies’ fear of Ian.
Of course.
Ian was not lying.
This achievement was not one he had created himself; he loved exchanging knowledge about psychology and physiology with Miss Misha.
“Madison is an actress! Who still remembers that she could even play the Ghost in Hamlet! Such a genius actress, of course she could dress herself up as a little boy!”
Ian was truly wronged.
But who let the Little Punk Girl skip class today.
I can’t force the Little Punk Girl to admit this fact to Miss Misha herself.
It is indeed a fact.
“Is it really Miss Montgomery? Don’t we all know why the school has changed principals three times?” Miss Misha clearly still didn’t quite believe Ian.
The story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” is increasing in value.
Leaving Ian speechless.
Similar actions indeed fit everyone’s stereotype of him too much.
Just as Ian was about to say he was different, that he now only preached positive energy, suddenly, a cough came from outside the classroom door, clearly someone had been waiting outside for too long.
Reminded, Miss Misha then remembered why she had come to the classroom.
“Alright, let’s get down to business. Although Mr. White has left us, and everyone is very sad about it, life must go on. He also has a successor who carries on his will to continue teaching you.”
“Let’s welcome our new chemistry teacher – Mr. White’s former student, Mr. Jesse Pinkman.” Miss Misha raised her hand, drawing the attention of many students towards the door.
Hearing this name, Ian’s body trembled slightly.
Jesse Pinkman?
The star student of Breaking Bad has also arrived?
Ian looked down at the thermos he was carrying.
This thermos is no ordinary water cup, but a magical container he earned from the outside, containing Mr. White’s soul, and the Kryptonian Ancient God is in another thermos.
Just as Ian was lamenting in his heart that his classmates now had career prospects for this lifetime.
“Creak~”
The classroom door was pushed open, and a young man wearing rimless glasses and a plaid shirt walked in. He looked a bit nervous, constantly tapping his fingers on his lesson plan.
“Hello everyone.”
The young man greeted the students.
Miss Misha briefly introduced everyone to each other and then left the classroom. She was a counselor, a psychological counselor, and had many other things to do.
In the classroom.
The new teacher and the students stared at each other.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
“Ahem.”
Mr. Pinkman seemed to cough a lot. He walked to the podium and began distributing single-page test papers for a quiz, “Let’s have a small test to understand everyone’s chemistry level.”
This is a common practice for many new teachers taking over another teacher’s students.
The questions were not difficult.
The main purpose was to quickly assess each student’s foundational knowledge for the new teacher.
“Basic, too basic.” After the test papers were distributed, Ian lost interest after just a glance – the questions were as simple as asking “Can water be drunk?”
It wasn’t even very helpful for his 【student】 profession experience acquisition.
It would be better to read other books during the test.
“Fortunately, I have my former chemistry teacher with me.” Ian poured out Mr. White from his thermos, who looked like a Lego minifigure and had been in a state of panic for the past few days.
The witch, the Little Punk Girl, was also absent.
So, besides Ian, no one could see this soul.
“You don’t need me to help you cheat, do you?” Mr. White knew Ian’s knowledge level well, so he propped himself on the desk and looked up at his Evil God student somewhat confusedly – in fact, among the many beings Ian knew, only Mr. White truly considered Ian an Evil God.
“What cheating and not cheating, I’ll answer the questions using my own 【spirit summoning】 ability, and no one can fault me.” Ian grabbed the minifigure and shoved it into his pen.
“I’m just a normal soul!”
Mr. White screamed, but no one could hear.
“No, from today onwards, you’re also a pen spirit.”
Ian did not fail. He really stuffed Mr. White into the pen. Knowing that if he didn’t satisfy the Evil God, he would surely be in trouble, Mr. White started moving on his own.
He was already regretting why he had sold and manufactured those addictive contraband.
If not for that.
God would surely not have given him such a punishment.
“Scratch scratch scratch~ scratch scratch scratch~” Ian let go, and the pen immediately stood up on its own, frantically writing on the test paper. In less than three minutes, the entire test paper was filled with answers.
The entire test paper was quickly filled, with accurate answers, even more detailed than the standard answers. Ian nodded with satisfaction, looking around to see that no one had noticed this.
This was mainly because Ian had erected plastic dividers around his test paper – if someone else did this, others would find it strange, but for Ian, his classmates were quite accustomed to it.
As for the new chemistry teacher.
He was playing on his phone on the podium the entire time.
Listening to the sound of key taps.
It sounded like he was in an online relationship.
“Teacher, I’m finished. I want to go to the restroom.” Ian pulled Mr. White out of the pen, threw him back into the thermos, stood up, and walked directly to the podium with the test paper.
“So fast?”
Mr. Pinkman was a bit surprised. He thought he had encountered an underachiever, but upon seeing the complete answers, he immediately realized that the boy in front of him must be a top student in the class.
The new teacher quickly and carefully reviewed the answers.
His expression gradually became a bit dazed.
“Kent, your answering style…”
He stared at the test paper.
“These word choices… these problem-solving approaches…”
His tone was somewhat hesitant.
“Is there a problem?”
Ian blinked his innocent eyes.
Mr. Pinkman looked up, a smile appearing on his face, “No, no problem. Seeing these written expressions just reminds me of my late teacher.”
“I think you must have been Mr. White’s favorite student at school?” Mr. Pinkman said with emotion, making a reasonable assumption about this strange situation.
Hearing this, Ian immediately puffed out his chest.
“Yes, yes, Mr. White liked me very, very much.” He said this with a straight face, hugging the thermos to his chest, with Mr. White inside sighing sadly.
However.
Only Ian could hear it, and he shook the thermos vigorously.
Instantly.
The inside of the thermos became quiet again.
“Very good, I can see you have truly inherited your teacher’s legacy.” Mr. Pinkman, perhaps testing him, put down the test paper and agreed to Ian’s request to go to the restroom.
How to say it.
Ian didn’t actually need to go to the restroom.
He was just bored in the classroom and headed straight for the library, which was rarely visited by people.
【Student Profession Experience Points+1】
【Student Profession Experience Points+1】
【Student Profession Experience Points+1】
……
One must study diligently at school.
Ian flipped through books that even teachers might not consult.
The experience points for the 【student】 profession slowly increased.
Estimating the lunch time, Ian stopped studying. He leisurely walked out of the library, tidying his school uniform collar, and contemplating which counter he should eat at for lunch.
A newly minted billionaire should be particular about his diet.
A good thought.
He was indeed “working hard” to improve his quality of life.
However.
As soon as Ian reached the corridor, he found the classroom empty, and even the teacher was gone. He frowned and looked at his watch – 11:47, it wasn’t dismissal time yet!
“?????”
Ian grabbed a girl who was rushing past.
“Where did everyone go? My classmates and teachers?”
He was already considering if some new conspiracy or major event had cast a shadow over his life, leading to everyone in the school being kidnapped, and then some genius trying to threaten him with his classmates.
However.
“We went home.”
The response from the girl from the next class was rather unremarkable. She looked at Ian with a bit of infatuation, reaching out to pinch his cheek, but Ian dodged it.
Nevertheless.
The girl, with slight regret, explained the situation to Ian, “The school sent out a temporary notice that there would be no classes in the afternoon because the disaster that happened yesterday was too tragic. A group of so-called ‘student mental health advocates’ were very dissatisfied that classes were still being held today, saying that students shouldn’t have to study with psychological trauma.”
“There are protests and demonstrations everywhere on the streets, holding signs saying ‘Oppose student enslavement,’ ‘Give children back their childhood happiness,’ and so on. Our principal was afraid of the situation escalating.”
The girl patiently winked and flirted with Ian.
Ian pretended not to see.
“So, we don’t get lunch today?” Ian was expecting to eat, but this unexpected turn of events, so childish, was indeed typical of America’s national condition.
“There’s still food, there’s still food. The principal is timid and doesn’t dare to withhold your meal.” The girl said with suppressed laughter, revealing a complex school situation that would likely not be seen in other schools.
Regarding this.
Ian was extremely satisfied.
His efforts over the years to rectify the shortcomings of capitalism seemed to be quite effective.
“I’m going to eat, bye.” Ian thanked the girl and turned to rush to the canteen, his school uniform jacket trailing behind him in a happy arc.
“Wait!”
The girl suddenly wanted to call out to him.
“Can I have your contact information?”
She clearly wanted to develop a story with Ian.
She was very expectant.
However, Ian, with his super hearing, did not turn back.
Seeing Ian run away without a trace, the girl, who shouldn’t even have a name, could only sigh, turn, and disappear into the spotlight, a disappearance that might last a lifetime.
Regarding this.
Ian was unaware.
He jogged into the canteen and indeed found many people inside, even livelier than usual.
“Hmm, merit +1, that’s mine over there too, +1, this one as well.” Ian knew it was because of him that everyone got to eat a paid lunch.
Instead of being embezzled by American schools.
He queued for food, silently counting the students coming and going in his mind.
“Merit +1.”
“Another stranger, +1.”
“This one was cursing the school yesterday, eating heartily today, +1.”
After eating his fill.
Ian, satisfied, picked up his thermos and left the school with the crowd.
The sun shone on his face.
He couldn’t help but hum a song.
“Another day full of merit today.” It’s good to do good deeds like this; even the good deeds done in the past will eventually continue to blossom and bear fruit.
Merit begets merit.
Merit is endless.
“The real merit is yet to come.”
Since school ended so early.
Ian didn’t get a call from the real estate agent Phil.
So he decided to do something big.
Of course.
Ian still kept Clark’s warning in mind: “No vigilante justice today,” so the big thing wouldn’t cause trouble. At least today, he would definitely present himself as a good kid.
“Master Ian will spread kindness to the whole world.”
Looking at his bank balance on his phone again, Ian already had a plan for how to spend this money. He whistled, and a Hellcat sports car spun to a halt in front of him.
The car door opened automatically.
The cola in the cup holder was still chilling.
Clearly.
The Hellcat also knew its owner had become a billionaire.
It was adapting.
“Well done.” Ian patted the dashboard in front of him, sat in his special seat, and took a big gulp of the ice-cold cola. He also shook the soda can.
“Once I find a way to link to Hell and create my own demon summoning technique, you’ll have good oil every day.” Ian began to make grand promises to the Hellcat.
His ride seemed to quite enjoy this. The Hellcat’s engine purred with delight, carrying the capitalist Evil God through the streets of Metropolis, finally stopping in front of an old apartment building.
Get out of the car.
Go upstairs.
Knock on the door.
Ian did not attempt to use the broken elevator. He took the stairs to a door. A rustling sound came from inside, followed by the sound of slippers dragging on the floor.
“Who is it – in the middle of the afternoon.”
Leonard rubbed his eyes and looked at the boy standing outside the door, exhausted: “Oh, it’s you, the little rich man who said he wanted to hire us with ten million in pocket money!”
He was a little surprised.
But more so, he was astonished.
“Who is it?”
Sheldon’s voice came from inside the house.
No one replied.
Leonard and Sheldon were not ordinary NPCs.
They were not sacrificed last night.
However, both of them slept in the living room, as if catching up on sleep. Perhaps it was because college students were not protected by DC’s minor protection laws – their school had exploded last night.
They had nowhere to work.
“Now I’m a billionaire, not a ten-millionaire. Master Wayne gave me more than his closest people; he must have been very optimistic about my startup.”
Ian didn’t forget to show off his bank card balance.
He knew he would still have to rely on Uncle Bruce.
Only then could he successfully hire useful scientists.
“!!!!!!!!”
Another person whose eyeballs were about to pop out appeared.
Leonard was stunned.
For those top tycoons, were US Dollars really just numbers?
Such an exaggerated amount of “pocket money” made him start to suspect that it wasn’t because Ian’s father had saved the life of the King of Gotham, but rather that the King of Gotham would die without Ian for some reason.
If not.
This simply made no sense!
“Uh…”
Leonard was too shocked to speak.
After holding his breath for a long time.
He finally managed to utter a question he had wanted to ask before.
“Did Mr. Bruce Wayne tell you that we live in this place?” Leonard might not have a great memory, but he still remembered that he hadn’t revealed his address to Ian.
His encounter with Ian before was truly magical, so the homebody remembered it very clearly.
“No, I found this place purely through intelligence.” Ian grinned. He could find his cousin aunt without a black box, let alone now that he had Marvel’s black technology in his hands.
“…”
Leonard didn’t know how to respond for a moment. He had expected to hear something about “satellite positioning” or “facial recognition,” cutting-edge technology, or even conspiracy theories about Wayne Enterprises monitoring the globe.
“Intelligence?”
This word seemed to trigger some switch.
Inside the house.
Sheldon Cooper crawled out of the tent in the living room.
There was still the word “shelter” on his tent, and his hair was as messy as if it had been struck by lightning: “Earth indeed needs enough intelligence to create enough things to defend against disaster—mainly to protect me.”
“What happened yesterday was too terrifying, more terrifying than any disaster in Star Trek,” Sheldon said with the apprehension of a startled bird.
If Leonard hadn’t taken his bank card, he would have bought a ticket to the African savanna overnight – this scientist had concluded after calculations that it was the safest place.
“Disaster! Yes! Disaster!” Ian seized on this keyword and squeezed through the crack in the door into the apartment, which was meticulously tidy everywhere except for the living room.
“I came precisely for this matter!” Ian looked like a pyramid scheme leader, his eyes shining. If he were afraid of scaring people, his head would be glowing right now.
“Everyone, due to the mysterious world-ending crisis yesterday, I believe you have realized the crisis facing Earth. If Stocking Superman hadn’t stepped forward, Earth would be gone!”
“However, Stocking Superman could save us once, but he can’t save us a second time. This is not a simple accident but a manifestation of lagging technological development and severe deficiencies in safety protection mechanisms for humanity.”
“Humanity must take action!”
“And we will be the pioneers!”
“To prevent the world from being destroyed, to protect world peace, to uphold love and truth and beauty—Ian’s Greatest Umbrella Technology Group is about to be established!”
“Our group will be dedicated to promoting Earth’s technological development—from civilian to military, from the surface to outer space! Imagine what a beautiful scene that would be!”
Ian spoke fluently.
He took a step forward.
His voice was loud and full of infectious energy.
“We will establish disaster prevention systems, develop early warning networks for disasters, build emergency rescue robots, and even build a defense shield for Earth capable of withstanding asteroid impacts!”
“Heroes will no longer die in battle, because there will be countless technological armors to protect every corner of the Earth for us. This is not fantasy, but the future we will eventually usher in!”
“The Ultron Project will only succeed, never fail!” Ian became more and more excited, even jumping onto the coffee table. He was Teacher Tony’s student; this was not stealing ideas but true knowledge inheritance.
“Join me, join this grand destiny, and become a part of it.” To be honest, Ian did have a tiny bit of talent when it came to channeling that little mustache.
He spoke eloquently.
Leonard and Sheldon were both stunned by Ian.
“Actually, Mr. Bruce Wayne has already invited us,” Leonard said to Ian with a somewhat sheepish smile, not knowing why he felt so excited.
This was clearly telling Ian not to bother trying to fool them anymore.
Ten billion was a lot.
But Leonard also knew that such things were definitely not achievable.
“My Uncle Bruce is that thoughtful?” Ian was also taken aback and jumped off the coffee table. He watched Sheldon take out disinfectant and start vigorously cleaning the coffee table.
Sheldon muttered to himself.
“I understand Klingon. There are no biological viruses or tetanus bacteria on my shoes. I’ve checked,” Ian quietly reminded Sheldon.
“Where’s your microscope?”
Sheldon was stunned for a moment, then replied seriously.
“Here.”
Although Ian could discern microorganisms with the naked eye, he still preferred to interact with others as an ordinary person, so he took out a microscope from under his clothes.
Anything could be stored in an extra dimension.
“??????”
Leonard was dumbfounded.
“!!!!!!!!”
Sheldon was stunned.
“You hid a biological microscope under your clothes?” He had always known how rigorous and unique he was, and after all these years, he never expected to meet another such extraordinary person.
“Let’s get down to business. Did my Uncle Bruce have you spy on me?” Ian calmly put away the microscope and immediately changed to a suspicious expression.
“Yes,” Sheldon nodded.
“Hey! Spies aren’t supposed to reveal that!” Leonard turned back and glared at Sheldon speechlessly.
“Hmm? Why not? I’m a multi-spy.”
Sheldon remained calm, “Let him think we’ve defected for now, but we’re still Bruce Wayne’s people, Leonard, you’re really not suited for espionage.”
He even began to criticize his roommate.
“Is that so?” Leonard was stunned.
“I’m still listening! I’ve been listening the whole time!” Ian raised his hand in protest.
Sheldon smiled.
“Oh, in that case, then we’re truly defecting, and then pretending to still be Bruce’s people. A triple spy! Can you understand what I mean, middle schooler?”
He looked at Ian with eyes ready to test his intelligence.
“Of course, I understand.”
Ian pouted.
“You’re nesting dolls.”
He summarized.
“Clever!”
Sheldon gave him a thumbs-up.
“You managed to get Mr. Bruce Wayne to find my mother to persuade me—that’s malicious, but effective, so I can reluctantly give you an opportunity to work for me.”
“But you have to renovate my office to be exactly like it was at school. I have photos, and I sent them to the school this morning but was shamelessly rejected.”
Saying this.
Sheldon rushed towards the table.
“.”
Leonard felt he couldn’t quite fit into this conversation.
“Are you really going to start a technology company?”
He still couldn’t quite believe such a thing. Although many geniuses and legends achieve fame early, fourteen years old was indeed not very trustworthy.
Facing Leonard’s disbelief.
Ian had only one sentence.
“I’m very rich. I don’t understand scientists, but I understand how to respect scientists, so I can offer you a million-dollar salary.” He held up one finger.
Representing a million.
The directness of the newly rich was sometimes so shocking.
Leonard’s expression changed from doubt to loyalty.
“It’s a good thing the school blew up!” he suddenly stood up straight. “It’s time for us to switch jobs.”
Leonard’s eyes were resolute, and Penny’s words, “I like men who can make money,” replayed in his mind.
Sheldon was organizing his limited edition office photos that couldn’t be released for sale. Upon hearing this, he turned his head: “Leonard, you defect faster than my mother betrayed God.”
He never respected God.
Leonard remained unmoved.
“Seriously, boss, I’m different from him. I don’t like being a spy, and I can even report him to you. Sheldon is so easy to talk to because he scolded the principal this morning, so the school laid him off directly.”
“This guy is a total bum right now.” Leonard not only betrayed his class but also his roommate. Sheldon looked at him with shock and anger, but it didn’t affect his oath of allegiance.
“Actually, I can also use Uncle Bruce’s spies. I’m not doing anything I shouldn’t be.” Ian waved his hand generously. He was the magnanimous Ian today.
“When can I start working?”
Leonard asked the question closest to his heart.
He was indeed attracted by the grand blueprint Ian had envisioned.
This dangerous world.
Truly needed more than just superheroes.
“No rush.”
Ian pulled out another tablet computer from under his clothes.
“To protect the Earth, we must first dominate the market with civilian technology!” The Ultron Project, as it was written, was actually a plan to cultivate an evil god. Ian showed them design blueprints for some civilian technologies.
“Televisions, computers, new energy vehicles, all of them.” Ian had had similar ideas before, and now he was just step by step implementing his plan to cultivate an evil god.
Oh.
By the way.
Ian himself was that evil god.
“Uh, for these design blueprints, I might need the help of some engineer friends.” Leonard could understand the blueprints, but he wasn’t familiar with the actual operations in many fields.
He was, after all, a physicist.
“Bring them all, bring them all! I have plenty of money! It would be best if your engineer friends could find ready-made factories for me to buy, buy, buy. The sooner my technology products are put into production, the better.”
Ian remembered that Leonard and Sheldon had an engineer friend named Howard. When he wasn’t having an episode, Howard was indeed an excellent engineer.
To put it the other way around.
This engineer was comparable to the guy downstairs.
He had extensive connections.
Ian thought that instead of manufacturing products, he could be a good Human Resources Manager.
“Uh, is it that urgent? Is Wayne Enterprises eager to expand its business empire? Wayne Enterprises’ takeout app is quite useful recently.” Leonard asked curiously.
Ian directly refuted it.
“It has nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises. It’s Ian’s Greatest Technology Group that is about to rise. I will provide many job opportunities for everyone. I can even make America great again.”
Ian still liked to channel spirits.
After channeling the little mustache.
He then channeled the Emperor of Ten Thousand Victories.
Leonard immediately felt a surge of ambition.
“Uh… Hmm?… Eh… Oh!” Sheldon didn’t care about business empires. He sat in his special seat and studied the civilian technology blueprints displayed by Ian.
As a highly talented theoretical physicist, he had broad interests.
“This resolution parameter… is more than three times higher than the current flagship models! And this operating system architecture can better integrate with my game console!”
Well.
What he was thinking about had clearly strayed a bit.
However.
He eventually understood all the blueprints.
“I didn’t expect you to actually have good stuff.” After listening to Sheldon’s detailed explanation, Leonard fully understood and sincerely marveled at Ian’s blueprints.
“Of course.”
Ian grinned.
He was extremely happy.
Sheldon then seriously offered a suggestion, “These are all good things, but I suggest you build your factory in Asia. The cost of producing these things in America is very high.”
This was indeed a very valuable suggestion.
However.
“I said it! I will make America great again!”
Ian immediately vetoed.
He did not want to disturb the peaceful Asia.
“Actually, I can sell at a loss.”
Ian naturally didn’t care about the cost, and making money wasn’t his main goal.
Leonard and Sheldon were stunned.
“Then how do you make money?”
Leonard asked in confusion, not thinking Ian was a philanthropist.
“You want to capture the market first? This is indeed a good choice.” Sheldon, when he wasn’t going crazy, could actually offer good insights in many areas.
“Not just capturing the market, I can still profit even if I sell at a loss. For example, with televisions, you have to watch five minutes of ads when you turn them on. Of course, you can also choose to praise Ian for thirty seconds.”
Ian pulled out his ultimate move and revealed his grand vision, “It’s the same with new energy vehicles. Things like ventilated seats and heated air conditioners all require you to watch advertisements fiercely, and then curse why I don’t put advertisements on the brakes. In this regard, my suggestion would only be for them to praise Ian for thirty seconds.”
“One minute of praise is equivalent to half an hour of advertisements, so this choice is the most cost-effective.”
This was Ian’s astonishing scheme to gather magic power. He didn’t seek to earn much money; he had already learned from Bruce Wayne how to convert money power into tangible combat strength.
Why not go to the Asian world’s factory?
This move would be labeled as a cult in Asia.
America was different.
Cults were everywhere here, and Ian’s operations were far more normal than those of real cults.
“！！！！？？？？”
“！！！！！！！？？？？？”
Upon hearing Ian’s vision for his business empire, both Leonard and Sheldon fell silent. They all believed that Ian no longer wanted to make money; perhaps this guy simply wanted to torment the citizens of America.
“Is this… legal? I mean, won’t this really get you thrown in prison?” Leonard’s eyes widened, his face flushed with unspoken words.
“In America? Of course, it’s legal.” Ian patted his shoulder and uttered a deafening, awakening quote, “We can even apply for religious tax exemption.”
As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire room fell silent again.
Ian was very satisfied with this.
It was obvious.
Leonard and Sheldon had truly experienced his astonishing wisdom. Looking at the time, Ian knew his goal was achieved and it was time for him to attend to the next matter.
Helping the Dream God find the Dream God’s sandbag.
But before that.
He needed to find the little punk girl first to get his navigation map back.
……
Meanwhile.
Inside a certain abandoned factory.
The bound Madison stared in terror as the minotaur demon entered the dim room.
“Shhh~”
The minotaur, whose body was pieced together with ill-fitting parts, raised its hand, which it had torn from some corpse, and made a gesture to be quiet to the witch bound within the magic array.
The minotaur was untying Madison.
Very carefully and cautiously.
It kept looking back from time to time.
It seemed to be guarding against being discovered by something.
〔ps: Readers advised me to post 16,000 words daily for six days, and it’s not easy to break my promise. I think they have a point. It’s the end of the month, please give me your monthly votes.〕
