Chapter 36: Rigorous Boy! Calling For Superhero Help!
The gains from breaking bones were quite satisfying. While Ian grimaced in pain, he felt immense relief inside. Lying on the ground, he began to activate the 【Self-Healing Tide】 skill.
It had to be said that this skill was still so useful. In an instant, a scorching force pumped from his heart to his limbs. The fractured bones made faint “crack crack” sounds.
The broken blood vessels and bones reconnected like sprouting vines.
It was as if countless “self-healing factors” were threading through his bone marrow, reassembling the fragments. Muscle fibers writhed like living things, and torn tendons were woven and sutured by invisible hands.
Apart from feeling increasingly hungry, Ian only felt like he had returned to his peak. If the hospital hadn’t been so crowded, he would have gone upstairs to jump a few more times no matter what.
A few rounds of tinkering could level up the 【Berserker】.
“I knew the DC Universe needed its own Deadpool!” Ian grew more fixated on obtaining a long-term blessing, not knowing what price it would take to exchange for such happiness.
“I’m bouncing around alive again, hehe.”
Soon.
Ian could directly kip up from the ground. Amid the exclamations of the surrounding onlookers, his newly grown legs shot toward the hospital door like a V8 engine.
No choice.
He had to run.
Ian was very self-aware. He wasn’t joking; he clearly understood that if the doctors caught him, he might, probably, fail the mental illness evaluation at the hospital.
“It’s all because I was polluted by an evil spirit!”
Ian was very hungry.
He glanced around.
There was still time.
Even if he stopped midway to give a kid two US dollars with fingerprints wiped off and snatched the kid’s chocolate, the doctors and nurses taking the elevator downstairs didn’t even catch a glimpse of him.
By the time this group arrived outside the building.
Ian had already vanished onto the street outside the hospital.
Lightning fast.
That described his speed.
“The organs here… no, the boy here?” The doctors and nurses looked at the crushed landscaping, their ears filled with passersby’s discussions about a “medical miracle.”
“That boy twitched on the ground a few times, then suddenly revived like a zombie! He bounced up and ran! This must be the apocalypse coming; he’s turned into the mother zombie!”
This was from a gamer.
“Sixth floor! I saw him fall from the sixth floor! Don’t know who pushed him down! Luckily God blessed him! Performed a miracle to save this poor little boy!”
There was also someone dressed as a priest trying to preach about it.
“Doctor uncle! Is that older brother one of your secret bio-engineered transformations? He robbed my chocolate and even paid! I was so touched I froze completely!”
The boy who spoke next held two US dollars, suspecting they were fake.
“?????”
How to put it.
The doctors and nurses heard it all. They might know what a miracle was now, but medicine? Where was the medicine? The group of nurses and doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.
Soon.
Amid the confusion and absurd emotions, they noticed the familiar boy running back from afar.
“Hiss! He’s really alive!”
The nurses and doctors were all stunned.
They stood there dumbfounded.
Watching the miraculously surviving—no, more rigorously, resurrected—Ian return with a hammer, bypass them, and rush into the hospital building behind.
The boy seemed hurried as if busy with something.
“Is he going to find the person who pushed him and seek revenge?”
Everyone wanted to follow and see, with someone guessing, but the doctors and nurses didn’t dare speak up, afraid that revealing the truth that Ian jumped himself would make no one believe them.
“Bang bang bang~”
The sound of something being smashed repeatedly.
Before the brain-fried doctors and nurses could react, they saw the ragged-clothed Ian hugging a pile of surveillance hard drives, smashing them with a hammer while running out again.
Security personnel chased behind.
“biubiubiu~”
Even if Ian wasn’t a limited skin.
The security guards really drew and fired their guns. But under Ian’s dodging and weaving, he was as slippery as an eel; his running speed wasn’t slowed or obstructed at all.
“Superboy! He must be a superpowered one!”
“God! What did I see!”
“Priest! Get your hand off my son’s butt first!”
……
While the crowd gaped in shock, Ian had already rushed out the hospital door again, leaving the dumbfounded medical staff staring wide-eyed, unable to process what happened.
A long while later.
“Destroying evidence! This youth is really—rigorous! Too rigorous!” No one knew who first voiced sincere admiration; only then did they realize why Ian had returned.
Yes.
Ian had come back just to erase the surveillance he left here. Truth be told, even if he truly exposed his uniqueness and got caught, being taken to a laboratory was unlikely for him.
After all, his old man was Superman.
If not banned, he was the God of Man; if banned, best not mention it… And his mother had a general grandfather, so how wasn’t that America’s true red flag.
Of course, with world recognition as a hanging sword, things were unpredictable; he needed to be cautious where caution was due—that was why Ian returned and bought a hammer along the way.
“That damn woman, fake Grim Reaper Tessa, tricked me so badly!” Ian knew who should pay for today’s mess, but he only dared think it in his mind.
Settle accounts with that woman?
Even a Berserker shouldn’t throw away his life.
Ian knew his own abilities well; he could only assure that Metropolis General Hospital wouldn’t come after him for compensation of various property damages.
……
Time passed.
Afternoon.
Inside a certain apartment building.
Enjoying her rare holiday, Kara Danvers returned to her residence holding a paper bag containing the fried chicken and french fries she craved today.
“Chase the latest drama, eat some tender juicy fried chicken and french fries—this holiday life is wonderful!” Kara Danvers was in a pretty good mood due to the holiday.
Only.
Her good mood lasted only until she stepped into the apartment lobby.
There, as Kara entered, a boy with holes in his clothes and leaves in his hair ran out from the apartment stairs, reaching to snatch the food-filled paper bag from her hand.
“Don’t think I’m easy to bully just because I’m a girl; you dare rob in broad daylight?” Kara dodged the attack, frowning sternly at the boy.
Facing the food robber, though his speed was very fast, Kara’s speed was much faster; all his actions looked like slow motion to her.
“I’m really starving; if not for those old hospital security guards exploding my gold coins, I’d be self-sufficient.” The boy showed his holey pocket.
He immediately reached for the fragrant fast food again.
“Hospital security ganged up on you?” Kara dodged again. Originally, she thought she’d met a handsome delinquent youth and considered giving this good-looking young man a lighter lesson.
However.
“Cousin aunt, give me a bite, just one.” The boy barely spoke, and Supergirl, who secretly boasted global second strength, froze on the spot like she’d taken a critical hit.
Instant kill!
“Who’s your cousin aunt!?”
Bewildered Kara felt her head buzzing.
Thus, her food was successfully snatched by Ian seizing the chance. Fact proved that a mere Kryptonian super brain couldn’t match Ian’s slightly operating brain.
Of course.
Wise Ian also had a nemesis.
“Ptoo ptoo ptoo! Penguin Cola! Gotham wastewater!” He feared drinking Gotham water would turn him into a Gotham ghost; who knew if the Joker Virus existed.
