Chapter 25: My Eyes, Can They See Ghosts?
It could be seen.
Just as Ian’s hand and Homelander’s continuously dripping blood, and their completely severed spine bones, made contact.
The next moment, the system’s voice rang in his ear as expected. However, this was not the prompt Ian wanted, nor was it the bad situation he had mentally prepared for beforehand.
【You have come into contact with an unknown supernatural substance. Warning: This supernatural substance has completely gone silent. A new mission has been acquired. Please enter the Profession Selection Interface to view.】
“What’s going on?” Ian was slightly stunned. He quickly opened his Profession Selection Interface, where a 【Silent Profession】 selection interface had appeared. As Ian’s mind touched this strange selection, a line of text that only he could see slowly emerged.
【Awakening Mission: Please ignite the Life Fire of this profession.】
As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss until you look and get even more confused. Ian was completely baffled by the system’s concise mission description. Did this mean he had to resurrect Homelander, who had been dead for who knows how long?
“Hm?”
Ian turned his head again to look at Homelander, who was decapitated with his spine completely severed and had been dead for who knows how long. He felt like his system was deliberately making things difficult for him.
“That’s not right. Hulk died completely too, so why didn’t it say the profession he brought was silent?” Ian tried to negotiate with his system.
But the system, utterly devoid of intelligence, gave no response whatsoever.
“Bullshit! Total bullshit!”
Ian didn’t get what he wanted and was somewhat exasperated. He yanked Homelander’s head hard from the corpse’s hand, then slid down Hulk’s arm to the ground while holding the thing.
Hesitation.
Conflict.
Repeated deliberation.
Ian clearly wanted to try whether he could chew the head in his hand or not. He believed in conservation of energy and thought that perhaps letting Homelander’s substance flow into him could count as reigniting Homelander’s Life Fire.
However.
Despite having this unique train of thought, Ian still couldn’t get past the psychological hurdle. After all, eating demons and eating people were clearly two different concepts.
“Forget this Pirated Superman!”
Ian ultimately couldn’t overcome human instinct. He threw away Homelander’s somewhat ferociously contorted head and tried to kick it away like a soccer ball.
This kick was very forceful.
National soccer team level footwork.
Homelander’s head flew very far. It didn’t hit the Trash Can Ian aimed for, but landed on an abandoned bus stop platform completely opposite the Trash Can, covered in snow.
Homelander’s head was intact, but the metal seat on the bus stop platform was directly dented. It was clear that Pirated Superman actually had quite a bit of real power.
“Sigh~”
Ian stared at the mission that hadn’t disappeared. His wisdom couldn’t provide any help this time. The extremely simplistic mission description truly left him clueless about what to do.
“It can’t really be to resurrect Homelander, right?” Ian looked up at Hulk’s arm. He originally wanted to look at Homelander’s headless body, but this glance upward made him notice something off in the sky. It turned out that in the always gloomy and oppressive leaden sky, something was actually moving.
The outline of that thing was blurry, not like a living creature, as if it wanted to poke its head out from the clouds.
“So big.”
Ian could sense the faintly discernible thing was enormous, like a small asteroid—wait? Maybe it was actually a small asteroid? The boy widened his eyes in shock.
It could be seen.
The thing in the dark clouds became increasingly clear: a massive circular object blotting out the sky. At that moment, in this world where Ian had stayed for a long time and which had always been silent.
“Hey!”
A human voice appeared!
Crisp!
Urgent!
This voice was like a thunderclap. Ian jerked his head toward the source, but he only caught a glimpse of a human silhouette before the familiar return Bell Sound suddenly rang ahead of schedule.
“Clang~~~~”
The first heavy bell toll seemed to freeze everything.
“Clang—Clang—”
The second and third tolls followed in quick succession.
Ian jolted awake on the bed.
【00:42】
Even with the eerie early return.
The clock still pointed to that seemingly eternally unchanging time.
“There are still living people in that world!?” Ian’s mind was still filled with shock and uncertainty. He did a carp flip and bounced straight toward the ceiling.
Immediately.
His hands pressed hard against the ceiling, using the reaction force to land steadily back on the ground, perfectly slipping into the slippers placed by the bedside.
“All the superheroes are dead… how could anyone still be alive?” Ian was utterly puzzled by the encounter at the last moment, and he also didn’t understand why he had suddenly returned early.
This was a situation that had never happened before. Now that it did, was it related to that shout he heard at the end, or to the mysterious circular object in the sky?
“Wisdom? Come on?”
Ian patted his head.
It actually worked a little.
It had some slight effect, but clearly in the wrong direction—Ian’s mind suddenly flashed with a certain Image, then he thought of his own Awakening Mission and Hulk’s figure.
“Slap slap slap~”
Ian’s slippers made Joker-like weird noises as he ran all the way to his Second Brother’s Bedroom door and pounded on it frantically. The somewhat confused Jordan rubbed his eyes and opened the door to look at his own Younger Brother.
“What’s wrong?”
Jordan was greatly puzzled.
He yawned, seeming somewhat fatigued.
“Where are your Comic Books!”
Ian didn’t care if the air was filled with a musky scent. He rushed straight into Jordan’s Room, looked around, and sure enough found the Box Jordan used to store Comic Books.
Under his Second Brother’s bewildered gaze, Ian rummaged through the Box, tossing aside the Discs hidden inside, until his gaze settled on a yellowed Comic Book periodical.
《Incredible Hulk》
It could be seen.
The cover prominently featured that familiar green figure, ferocious and burly.
“Seriously, you wake me up in the middle of the night just to look at this obscure Superhero Comic that only had three issues before getting axed due to poor performance?”
Jordan was inwardly furious at having his climax interrupted, but thinking of his Younger Brother’s bad experience tonight, he gritted his teeth and held back.
“Can I borrow it?”
Ian looked at his Second Brother. Though somewhat displeased, Jordan sighed and nodded, then shooed Ian, who had lowered his head to look at the Comic, out of his Room.
“Damn it, I need to get back in the zone.”
Jordan adjusted his mood slightly, then among the Discs Ian had thrown on the floor, selected a new challenge target and once again began his nightly conquest.
Outside the Bedroom door.
Ian stared at the Comic in his hand, with a strong intuition telling him that perhaps Homelander’s inability to activate the profession, and Hulk’s ability to activate it directly, was related to this situation.
There was no Story of Homelander in the Real World he lived in!
But there was a Story of Hulk!
“Being able to connect all this is thanks to me being smart enough.” Ian felt he had found a way to crack the mission, and just as he prepared to return to his Room.
“Whoosh~”
The sound of flushing rang out.
Old Father Clark walked out from the upstairs Restroom.
He and Ian locked eyes.
“Hm?”
Ian’s gaze passed over Clark, looking behind him. He was immediately shocked, his face showing shock as he raised his hand to point behind Clark.
“Old Man! You’ve got some nerve! Cheating at home!” Yes, Ian saw a strange Woman following behind Clark who had just come out of the Restroom.
“What are you talking about?”
Clark instinctively covered his arm cuff, but upon hearing Ian’s Accusation, his expression froze. He turned to look but saw nothing.
“Acting now? No!”
Ian saw something off from Clark’s furrowed brow.
Old Father was genuinely confident, with none of the guilt of being caught red-handed. Moreover, thinking calmly, even if cheating, Old Father probably wouldn’t do it at home.
Unless Mother Lois agreed?
Though Westerners were indeed open-minded, this family was still somewhat traditional, so Ian didn’t think his Mother would have such a unique fetish.
However.
Why was there a Woman?
“Maybe it’s not a living person at all! Because I’ve eaten ghosts, my eyes can see ghosts?” Ian first thought of a web drama whose ending he hadn’t seen before his transmigration.
Then.
As if realizing something, he lowered his head to check the back of his hand.
The brand was flickering.
As if only he could see it.
“Is it because of this Big Shot’s mark?”
Ian looked up again.
His pupils still reflected the Woman’s figure that others couldn’t see. This Woman wore black clothes with a strong uniform vibe, had exquisite short hair, and enviable cold white skin.
“Hm?”
She probably sensed Ian’s prolonged gaze.
The Woman tilted her head slightly.
“A human? This is truly… a special Talent.”
She seemed somewhat surprised too.
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