Chapter 55: Superman’s Illegitimate Son! Marvel Nightmare!
How should I put it.
After all, time is limited.
Ian’s book was only roughly drafted with an opening last night. Originally, he planned to submit it to the publishing company under billionaire Oliver Queen, that is, Green Arrow.
You can’t put all your eggs in one basket.
Excellent works are the same.
Ian has always been very planned about publishing his own works. However, who could have expected that Superman’s father would directly deliver an ultimate backstab to his minor son.
“I hope the big boss can recognize my talent.” Ian naturally hoped that the human form of Batman in front of him had sharp enough eyes to glimpse the extraordinary plot in the future from the ordinary plot.
As for Ian’s inner monologue, Bruce had no way of knowing. In fact, he no longer had the mood to observe his surroundings. The manuscript in his hand seemed to him like pollution on the level of Cthulhu.
“So, what do you think? Mr. Wayne with your unique insight, do you still insist on publishing my child’s book?” Clark felt secretly delighted inside after seeing Bruce’s stiff expression.
It had been a long time since he last made this man suffer a setback. Bruce slowly raised his head, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He took a deep breath and suddenly showed a gritted-teeth smile.
“Of course!”
He said word by word.
Bruce was also the type who wouldn’t fight for a steamed bun but insisted on saving face, damaging the enemy by a thousand while harming himself by fifteen hundred. He firmly chose to grit his teeth and mutually harm with Clark.
Neither side would definitely be the winner.
However.
Wasn’t this also equivalent to Ian winning twice?
Ian felt like he had won big.
“Mr. Wayne, the second work isn’t finished yet. I’ll send you the follow-up once it’s done.” He hurriedly made some excuses for the blandness of his plot.
Who doesn’t love double manuscript fees?
“Enough, enough, these manuscripts are already more than sufficient!” Bruce’s temples throbbed. He really feared seeing any more plot developments that wouldn’t satisfy his heart.
“Not enough, Ian. Send it to him as soon as you finish writing—no, send it directly to me. I’ll personally escort your manuscript to him.” Superman crossed his arms, a victorious smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
“Now, see the guest out.”
He watched Bruce grit his teeth and stand up. As this big boss walked toward the door, clutching the manuscript and looking back every three steps, he wanted to say something but ultimately couldn’t.
“Take care, Mr. Wayne!”
Ian maintained politeness and escorted the guest to the front door.
Bruce’s returning smile was very stiff.
He maintained basic politeness in bidding farewell to Ian and the chuckling Superman, then walked toward the luxury sedan parked on the street not far away. After getting in the car, the finger joints gripping the manuscript were very prominent.
“Young Master, your complexion doesn’t look right. Did you quarrel with your old friend again?” The elderly elegant old man in the driver’s seat asked with a slightly teasing tone.
Bruce looked at the manuscript in his hand, remaining silent.
“I have no friends.”
He answered in a low voice.
The old man driving just smiled and shook his head upon hearing this.
“So, was your guess verified? About the possibility that boy is also a Kryptonian Remnant.” The old man started the car and also voiced his curiosity.
“Based on Clark’s past information, he started awakening abilities at this age too… I have to consider that the boy whose birth certificate I helped process back then might also be a Kryptonian Remnant.”
“Of course, this boy could also be another imperfect proof of Superman. I think if that’s the case, the fun would be huge.” Bruce’s face carried a thoughtful expression.
“In any case, I need a more detailed understanding of Ian Kent. Therefore, the first step is to have a good talk with his psychiatrist.”
Bruce always felt a familiar unease lingering in his heart.
His brows furrowed tightly.
Alfred raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and the sedan silently glided into the night of Metropolis. Compared to Gotham, there were still too few “performance” opportunities to encounter at night here.
Even the driving Butler Hero felt slightly unaccustomed.
……
Inside the Kent Family Home.
Clark, who got to see Batman suffer a setback, was in a good mood, and Ian, who knew he was about to get rich, was also in a good mood. Only the drunk Lois had fallen asleep in the kitchen.
Clark gently carried Lois to the sofa.
This also woke Lois up.
“Kiss me!”
She was really drunk.
She got in the mood.
“Uh.”
Clark was somewhat at a loss.
Ian hurriedly prepared to go upstairs to his room to leave space for his parents. And at that moment, the sound of the door unlocking came from the front door—it was Jordan, who often pretended to be out dating, returning.
“I’m back!”
Jordan’s voice was very loud.
Carrying a sense of gloominess.
And his return.
Also interrupted Lois’s mood.
The drunk mother was somewhat unhappy.
And women are very scary when they’re unhappy.
“Jordan, we need to talk—you, me, and your father.” Lois straightened her messy hair; her drunken state couldn’t hide the seriousness on her face.
“Talk about what?”
Jordan was somewhat confused.
“Of course, about the family education issue of you using my bank account to subscribe to some unhealthy videos.” Lois crossed her arms, her voice full of an interrogative tone.
“？？？？”
Jordan was truly dumbfounded.
He always went to buy little discs.
What subscription?
While this somewhat innocent second brother was very depressed, Ian had already quietly slipped upstairs to the second floor. The boy who quickly returned to his room was still perking up his ears to listen to the commotion downstairs.
His physical quality gave him a low-end, low-end, super low-end version of Super Hearing.
There was intense arguing.
And mixed-gender conversation education.
Ian was too envious of his parents’ perfectly coordinated love. And just as the “thump thump thump” of footsteps coming upstairs sounded, Ian also planned to immediately go out and apologize to his second brother who was taking the blame.
Better to confess now than be discovered later. The key was to admit fault fast enough to avoid any brotherly rift. Ian knew how to live reasonably in the world of American dramas—of course, to prevent Jordan from pulling off his classic brotherly backstab move of turning around and snitching downstairs, he was also prepared to say it was all a prank by his friend.
Making friends out of thin air works pretty well anywhere.
“That…”
Ian was just about to speak.
“Damn it!” Jordan looked furious with gritted teeth. Originally, Ian thought his second brother might have discovered the truth, but unexpectedly, this Kryptonian Remnant’s Super Brain was outrageously imaginative. “It must be the old man! It has to be him secretly subscribing to unhealthy videos behind the old lady’s back, then framing me after getting caught!”
Very indignant complaining.
Ian was completely stunned.
“Oh! My God! So that’s how it is! Maybe you’re right, Jordan—after all, your intuition is always spot on!” Ian truly admired the “truth” that Jordan had imagined.
Indeed!
Second Brother was the true superhero of the Kent Family Home!
“That’s right, my intuition rarely fails. The situation must be exactly as I guessed—he’s just an irresponsible man who won’t even admit to his own actions!”
With support, Jordan became even more indignant.
Ian continued nodding like pounding garlic, like a humanoid nodding machine.
As the saying goes, make Superman suffer a bit.
And the sons will be happy.
Believe the great father won’t mind.
“Damn framing!” Jordan seemed to get angrier the more he thought, his whole body unusually heated. He already had emotional intelligence issues, and seeing him charge annoyed into the bedroom, Ian felt slightly worried.
“You’re not going to go fight the old man, are you?”
Ian felt his second brother probably didn’t have much chance of winning.
“Of course not.”
Jordan turned back with some confusion to look at Ian. “Since I’m already taking the blame, of course I can’t take it for nothing. I’m going to critique how hateful the videos are that the old man spent a fortune on.”
What a righteous excuse.
“…”
Ian watched dumbfounded as his second brother closed the door.
“Is this the advanced path of puberty, the mating season?” He couldn’t help but sigh. And just as he planned to turn back to his room, hurry to wash up, and prepare to enter the dreamscape.
“Click~”
The door opened again.
“Huh?”
Ian looked at Jordan, who had come out again, with some astonishment.
“That… I’ll wash some stuff first that I used last night and forgot to clean… I mean underwear.” Jordan gave an awkward smile, indeed holding a pile of underwear in his hand.
However.
The sharp-eyed Ian clearly saw something else hidden inside. Jordan’s attempt to cover it up was very poor acting, but who let Ian be a very, very high emotional intelligence considerate little brother.
“Jordan, remember what you advised me that day? Never play doctor on yourself!” Ian showed his tactfulness, watching his second brother stiffen all over before entering the restroom.
The restroom door closed.
Familiar washing sounds came from inside.
“The old man must use Super Vision to see this behavior of his every day…”
Ian really wanted to know.
When his second brother finds out in the future that their old man is actually the invincible Superman, would he still continue so boldly and persistently with his local exercises at night?
With curiosity in his heart, Ian returned to his bedroom.
“The Boys! Activate!”
Still some time left.
Ian chose to start drawing comics.
He swept the brush broadly.
Starting another round of passionate creation. And as the saying goes, good times pass quickly. When the clock reached that dividing point, Ian’s head tilted and his soul was already wandering outside.
Dreamscape world.
Marvel Universe.
The heavy snow was still endlessly continuous.
Ian was “refreshed” to a random location again. This time, he didn’t immediately look for landmarks to determine direction because upon entering this world, he was already drawn by the colossal object in the sky. In the gray sky, dark clouds roiled like boiling ink, and a vague outline was stirring deep in the cloud layer.
This time.
That outline had broken through the dark clouds and was slowly approaching the earth.
“Father above…”
Ian finally saw clearly the thing descending to Earth—a head as huge as a small planet emerged from the clouds, its metallic skin seemingly etched with mysterious patterns.
This was Galactus!
The supreme god of the Marvel Universe!
He was lifeless!
His broken body was collapsing toward Earth!
“Hiss! The invincible Star Eater is going to crush my hair!” In this world, Ian didn’t need to worry about being smashed to death at all; he was only curious if he had a chance to touch the corpse of a cosmic deity.
Divine Blood.
What profession would it unlock?
