Chapter 87: Eve Of Awakening! And A New Profession!
In the brightly lit bedroom.
After hanging up the telephone, Ian was still lost in thought.
“Experimental physicist… I need to find a way to scam him and his friends—no, lure them over to be my pal.” Ian rummaged in his pants pocket.
A thumb-sized miniature reactor was taken out by him. This had once been equipment to power the assembled corpse Homelander, and it could undoubtedly have extremely broad applications in many fields.
“Next time, I need to beg the omnipotent Tony God again to print me complete blueprints for inventions in this area. I hope he’ll like Jordan’s collector magazines.”
Ian also knew the concept of reciprocity. He maintained personal connections, and his second brother had better physical and mental health—how was this not a win-win?
“Knock knock knock~”
Sometimes people just can’t handle being talked about.
“Ian.”
Jordan’s call came from outside the door, along with knocking sounds.
“The door’s not locked.”
Ian responded.
And so.
The sound of the door opening rang out.
But.
Jordan still failed to successfully enter the room.
“What’s the deal with this cabinet? I know you might have found some new toy, but no need to be this cautious…” Jordan, projecting his own thoughts onto others, vigorously moved the wardrobe aside.
“It and the door lock are both part of a huge gamble for me. Obviously, I won the bet, but I didn’t win completely.” Ian flipped the not-so-heavy miniature reactor in his hand.
“What are you even talking about?”
Jordan didn’t understand Ian’s words and was full of confusion.
“Never mind that. Anyway, I won. You coming to find me so late shouldn’t be because you’re eyeing my toys, right?” Ian looked at his second brother with a vigilant expression.
“…”
Jordan’s expression was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.
“Of course not!”
He hesitated for a long time before finally stammering, “Can you lend me some money? I have some… unspeakable issues that might require seeing a doctor.”
His words were shocking.
Ian’s eyeballs nearly popped out.
“Did you buy a second-hand treasure tool?”
He really couldn’t imagine such items circulating in the second-hand market.
“What? No! Of course not!”
Jordan’s entire face flushed red.
“My eyes just feel uncomfortable!” He began earnestly defending himself. “Earlier in the dorm, what I… what I was doing isn’t really that important.”
“What’s important is my eyes might have a problem. Sometimes they turn red, just like ten minutes ago when I was busy and saw my eyes were red again in the mirror.”
Jordan’s attempt to cover it up looked extremely awkward.
“Hm?”
Ian sensed something was off.
Meanwhile, Jordan was still deeply worried, his voice filled with apocalyptic despair. “I searched online, and my symptoms—at best—definitely start with cancer plus a zombie mutation.”
His words were full of a sobbing tone, not like acting. Perhaps because he didn’t know how to explain it to their parents, this high school boy chose to seek help from the wealthiest man in the family.
“…”
This really left even Ian speechless.
The room was utterly quiet.
One could fully sense the Kryptonian’s post-flight rush in the bedroom, filled with reluctance toward the human world during wise man time. Ian really couldn’t stand his second brother’s pitiful gaze.
“Click~”
He pulled open his drawer and yanked out an iron box painted with the giant dragon Smaug. It made sense for the dragon to guard wealth, and inside were naturally all of Ian’s hard-earned labor income.
“One, two, three, four, five…” Ian counted out a thousand US dollars and handed it to his despairing second brother in front of him. “No need to pay it back. This is an advance on your acting fee.”
The youth’s tone was firm.
“Acting fee?”
But second brother Jordan was very confused.
“My comics are definitely getting adapted into a movie, and the absolute protagonist has to be you acting it out, or I won’t sell the rights.” Ian genuinely felt admiration for his own second brother. If he had the time, he would absolutely write a book: “A Kryptonian older brother in puberty won’t jerk off to develop superpowers—diagnosis.”
“Ah? Acting?”
Jordan’s expression grew more bewildered.
“I haven’t studied it, and aren’t you just writing novels?” His understanding of Ian clearly hadn’t kept up with the updates, but Ian didn’t plan to blame him.
“Gotta keep up with the times, bro.”
Ian slapped the thousand US dollars heavily into his second brother’s hand.
Money has warmth.
“Thanks, Ian. You’re always the superhero of our family.” Jordan was extremely moved; he even slightly quoted Ian’s catchphrase.
“Yes, yes, yes! That’s it—play yourself. I believe it’ll definitely work!” Ian grew even more optimistic about his brother. He finally understood why drawing Homelander came so naturally.
“Uh…”
Jordan was still puzzled, but he didn’t ask further. He scratched his head and solemnly said, “If I die from this illness, my collections in my room all go to you.”
This was just like giving last instructions, his eyes full of reluctance toward the world.
“Don’t worry. If you die, I guarantee I’ll post all your collections and information online.” Ian patted his chest, solemnly assuring Jordan.
“????”
Jordan’s whole body instantly stiffened.
“Shouldn’t it be a guarantee not to post me online?”
He suspected he’d misheard.
However.
“Of course it’ll be posted online. We’re blood brothers—even at the end, I gotta bet you’ll fake a corpse resurrection because of it.” Ian still remembered how their old man had “died and come back to life” when he was young.
As long as the situation was urgent enough.
Kryptonians just might fake a corpse resurrection.
But this rigorous logic didn’t seem to be understood by Jordan. This pubescent Kryptonian felt a bit moved by Ian’s words but also too scared to move.
“Uh… anyway, thanks. If I luckily don’t die and it gets cured, I’ll definitely go wash cars to earn money and pay you back.” Jordan solemnly made his assurance.
“Acting fee! This is your acting fee!”
But Ian didn’t want his second brother paying back the Franklins.
He didn’t lack it.
Of course.
Watching Jordan head to the door, Ian felt he should still be cautious. “By the way, Jordan, this money can’t be used for illegal sponsorship activities.”
“Our family only spreads positive energy—no Mae energy or Ai energy. I’ll check with Miss Susan, Auntie Lisa, Auntie Lisa, and Grandma Grace.”
Ian pointed out the four new illegal workers near home recently.
“????”
Jordan stumbled upon hearing this, nearly hitting the doorframe.
“No way, you… even the police aren’t as informed as you?” He turned to look at his youngest brother, his face full of brother-suspects-brother drama from an 8 PM TV series.
Obviously.
He was projecting again.
Ian certainly wouldn’t do such illegal things.
“Come on, we live in Metropolis. The police only worry if the compensation is high enough, but as ordinary citizens, we have way more to consider.”
Ian spoke righteously and confidently, his tone emotional. “If you don’t even know the situation around home, when a major event happens, you won’t even know how to escape.”
“Not to mention how fast you’d die.” Once upon a time, Ian hadn’t slept as soundly as he did now—this habit could absolutely count as his basic sense of security.
“…”
Jordan didn’t know how to respond.
“May God bless you, my younger brother…” He could only wish in his heart for Ian’s psychological issues to heal soon, leaving with one step back every three, full of reluctance and worry.
The door closed.
“My foolish older brother! God’s busy—Father God blessing is the truly high value-for-money faith choice. Once I’m rich, I’ll definitely establish the true Superman cult.”
“But I won’t be Pope—let Jordan do it. He owes me.” Ian set aside the reactor he’d been toying with and slightly recalled the origin of the Sentry.
And so.
He began writing furiously again.
This time it was truly serious. He roughly remembered the Sentry’s origin story. With the Sentry’s powers on his mind, Ian seemed destined for an all-nighter tonight.
“Comfort is for the dead! Let’s go!”
Ian drew with great enthusiasm.
After all, freely unleashing talent was truly wonderful.
Time passed minute by minute.
Effort sometimes really yields unexpected rewards.
【Writer lv1〔1/10〕】
No prerequisite tasks.
No warning at all.
A new profession quietly appeared on Ian’s panel. The Sentry’s image leaped off the paper, as if a faint light was quietly creeping toward the next blank page.
Perhaps.
At this moment, the youth himself couldn’t foresee that those destroyed, forgotten histories would one day quietly revive amid the spread of his ink.
Reviving vividly.
