Chapter 100: Superman Turns Dark? Re-entering Marvel! [10k]
Under normal circumstances, Ian cannot close his mouth at all.
However, to avoid two pairs of red eyes, which had been interrogated to the point of collapse, appearing by his bedside tonight while he slept, he could only immediately bury his head and stuff his mouth full of food.
This is so difficult!
Who says Superman can’t be a story to scare children? Feeling the heavy fatherly love on his shoulders, like Mount Tai, Ian chose to be a coward and put on an expression as if he had figured something out.
To be honest.
He didn’t think those so-called super-potion could create a super-human, after all, he didn’t gain many experience points after drinking it. It’s obvious that the technology and tricks inside were not up to par.
Of course.
Lois and everyone else present clearly didn’t know this.
“So that’s how it is.”
Lois’s doubts and confusion vanished, leaving only her admiration for the wondrous fate between Ian and Clark. She truly believed Clark’s seemingly logical explanation.
Seeing this, Clark also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He knew that his super brain had to be used for such matters; he must use all means to maintain the harmony and stability of this family.
Is it despicable?
Clark felt he was a bit despicable.
However.
If Ian is wronged a little, this family will win. Clark understood some of Batman’s past plans of weighing pros and cons. After today, he felt he could forgive Batman’s past actions a little bit.
It’s also truly unavoidable. After all, Clark couldn’t tell Batman that he had previously told him that Ian might be able to draw strength from writing, right? Let alone Lois not believing it, even if Clark saw it with his own eyes, he would still be skeptical. He bet that if he said that, Lois would go and make scissors out of Kryptonite.
“Dear, which part do you want to cut first?”
His super brain could even allow Clark to think about all the possible outcomes of his chosen actions in detail.
Because of this.
The invincible Superman couldn’t afford to gamble. And Ian’s stable reputation provided him with a good cover. In fact, no one really doubted whether Ian’s indiscriminate eating was reasonable.
After all, it was quite reasonable for Ian.
He even had a doctor’s confirmed diagnosis.
“This is just great.”
Jonathan even couldn’t help but speak up upon seeing this.
“With such amazing super-human milk powder, why don’t you give me a sip too? I think I can still be saved…” If he had the chance, he would certainly want to be a Second Generation Superman.
Even if the price was never being able to play American Football again.
A little regretful.
However, following in his father’s footsteps was obviously more attractive and cost-effective than playing American Football.
“We can’t yet confirm if that potion can truly awaken your dormant genes, so you can’t risk your life to test it.”
Sam’s stern reminder managed to save Clark some brain cells.
“Yes, dear, Ian might be an exception.” Lois also quickly began to persuade Jonathan, she also knew that Ian obtaining Kryptonian powers was likely an exception.
Perhaps it was Pica that gave Ian an overly strong digestive system.
Aliens.
They all have their differences.
It’s possible that Ian’s body has corresponding special organs.
Deep down, Lois didn’t want to believe Ian was sick, so she had long found a reasonable explanation for Ian’s Pica—one couldn’t use Earthlings’ diets to dictate aliens’ diets.
“Alright.”
Jonathan was slightly disappointed upon hearing this.
And this was what Clark least wanted to see. He had concealed his situation before because he was afraid of seeing such a situation. As Superman, he didn’t know how to comfort his eldest son at this moment.
This Kryptonian Gene thing.
If it’s awakened, it’s awakened. If it’s not awakened, no one can do anything. Awakening it through other means will only bring endless trouble. Clark had seen many humans lose control after being contaminated by Kryptonian genes.
Just as Clark was in a dilemma.
“I’ll just go back to playing my American Football. Maybe my son will have a chance to awaken it in the future? That would be quite nice.” As the eldest son, Jonathan was very considerate of his family.
He didn’t let Clark continue to be troubled, and even jokingly said in a cheerful tone, “Of course, just as Ian always says, the poor rely on mutations, and the rich rely on technology.”
“Dad, Mom, when can you guys go bankrupt and let me take a gamble.” It has to be said, Jonathan truly had a talent for humor. The atmosphere at the dining table immediately eased considerably.
Ian had also cleared his dinner plate at this time.
“It’s okay, Jonathan, I’m researching magic lately. Once I figure it out, I’ll teach you the supreme Ian’s Divine Arts. I guarantee I won’t charge you any interest or tuition.”
No one believed Ian’s words; everyone thought he was trying to lighten the mood, and they all laughed uncontrollably. He didn’t care, just using the opportunity to steal the freshly grilled beef ribs from Jonathan’s plate.
The atmosphere of the dinner improved significantly.
Family warmth was overflowing.
After eating his fill, General Sam Ryan prepared to leave.
“I will continue to follow up on the investigation of Lex Luthor.” He stood in his crisp military uniform, his tone calm. “If there’s any news, I’ll inform Clark directly—Clark does need to know about Krypton.”
What he said made sense.
It lessened the knot in Clark’s heart a tiny bit.
“Perhaps you can investigate this place.” Ian rummaged under the table, pushed away a cat that had hidden in a drawer, and marked a spot on a map.
“Very well. If any major case is solved, I will apply for a bonus for you from the military as an informant.” Sam smiled and took the map, not asking where Ian got the intel. After all, the person who “reported the crime” in the first place was his little grandson in front of him. General Sam thought it must have been Clark training his abilities with the awakened little cub.
Reasonable judgment.
A wonderful misunderstanding.
Clark had no intention of explaining. Sam looked at his watch and hugged each of his three grandsons. When he got to Ian, Ian quietly asked him in a timely manner.
“Regarding the bonus, after the military bigwigs take their kickbacks, will I still get one percent of the full amount?” This was important, mainly because Ian was afraid the military would tax him based on the amount before the kickbacks were taken—the US military was truly capable of such things, and Ian didn’t want to gain nothing and still have to pay taxes.
“…”
Sam was rendered speechless by Ian’s rigorous attitude.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be shortchanged a single cent, there are established standards for this.” Sam assured Ian. He found it difficult to mention in front of his descendants that he was one of those bigwigs who took kickbacks.
“Thank you, Grandpa.”
Upon hearing this, Ian finally hugged Old Sam.
“I’ll see you out.”
Lois saw her father to the door.
The night was deep.
The street was utterly silent.
“Lucy, our project mainly uses Kryptonian genes to create super-soldiers. If it’s verified as safe… I will try to get an opportunity for you.”
Old Sam looked at the lights on in the house and quietly said to his daughter in a low voice.
“I don’t need it.”
Lois flatly refused.
However.
Old Sam’s attitude was firm. “No, you need it. Look at this family. You married a god. At least in terms of power, Clark is that living god.”
“And you, you’re just an ordinary person. As frail as you were when you were little. In this increasingly dangerous world, no one can predict what will happen in the next second.”
He held Lois’s hand.
His gaze was exceptionally complex.
Lois opened her mouth but couldn’t retort.
“Even so, I don’t need it.”
She just stuck to her attitude.
Seeing this.
Old Sam didn’t try to persuade her further. He knew how stubborn his daughter was. This was why Lois became an excellent reporter, and it was also a personality that always gave him a headache.
“Dear, you can see me off here.” Old Sam led Lois outside the small yard and was about to head towards the top-of-the-line Hummer he bought with his kickbacks.
“Wait a moment, Dad. I’m still a little worried. You have to swear to me in Grandma’s name that I really won’t see my clone husband or clone son on the street.”
Lois stopped Old Sam, still looking slightly uneasy.
“…”
Sam somewhat understood why he had been rendered speechless by Ian earlier. This was all a stereotype about the military and whatever else. Such suspicion, leaving no room for the military to save face, made him not know how to retort.
After all.
He lacked confidence.
“Just a few Kryptonian corpses can’t replicate brand new living Kryptonians. You think too highly of our scientists. I truly regret not forcing you to read more books back then.”
“Only by reading enough books will you understand that truly capable scientists look down on the meager salaries we offer, even if their full salaries are not much either,” Sam said softly, sighing heavily. It was unclear whether he was worrying about Lois’s education or the military’s future scientific research path.
“…”
Lois wanted a drink, but she couldn’t find any in her pockets. She could tell how severe the corruption in the military was, so as a reporter, she was now troubled by her professional ethics.
Investigate?
What if she found out her own father was the biggest corrupt official?
“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight. Hurry back.” Lois hugged her father. Sam kissed her forehead and turned to get into his Hummer.
He took one last look at the small courtyard of Lois’s house.
“Your new car is nice.”
Old Sam left a meaningful sentence, then, relying on his military license plate, he ignored the speed limit within the community, started the Hummer, and sped away.
“Huh?”
Watching her father disappear.
Lois, very puzzled, walked back into the yard and, as expected, saw a new car next to her rose bushes… Where did this gleaming Hellcat come from?
“Who can refuse this car?”
Lois’s eyes were filled with astonishment, and she couldn’t help but curiously approach it.
…
Inside the house.
Jonathan and Jordan were watching television again. The TV was showing a replay of an American Football game. A beautiful curveball thrown by the pitcher in the picture made Jonathan whistle.
“That pitch was indeed very good.”
Clark, while washing dishes, didn’t forget to watch the game through the wall.
Ian didn’t really like watching these sports.
“Spit it out! It was you, right? If it wasn’t you, you definitely saw it too!” He sat on the carpet, vigorously rubbing the little orange cat’s belly, trying to feel if there were two tubes of potion inside that he didn’t get to drink.
“Ian, tell me how I should expose Mom.” Jordan was multitasking, still contemplating his grand plan. He sincerely believed that Lois was Superwoman.
“I suggest you hang posters of Superwoman in your room, buy a bunch of Superwoman merchandise, and pretend to be infatuated with her. I think someone will tell you the answer then.”
Ian gave his suggestion.
“Isn’t that too obvious?”
Jordan frowned, as if contemplating the feasibility of the plan.
“Honestly, I don’t think Mom would go that far to be Superwoman. She cut her hand last week.” Jonathan was still the most normal person in the family when it came to logical thinking.
“Then who do you think Superwoman is?”
Jordan looked at his eldest brother.
Jonathan leaned back on the sofa with his hands.
“It’s obvious.”
The elder brother chuckled softly.
“Look at the physique, the height, and that unreliable behavior… I think the answer is obvious.” His gaze locked onto Ian, who was sitting on the carpet.
“Ah!”
Jordan’s pupils constricted.
Suddenly enlightened.
“You mean Superwoman is Ian!?”
Jordan thought this deduction was reasonable because he knew Ian’s secret. The high heels and stockings that day had given him psychological trauma that made him lose interest in these two items for the rest of his life.
Ian likes to wear women’s clothing, Jordan knew this, or at least he thought he knew.
“Someone’s mouth is spewing dung.” Ian was furious. His ears didn’t need super hearing to catch Jordan’s slander, so he directly grabbed a baseball and hurled it at Jordan.
Jordan wanted to dodge.
But he quickly realized he didn’t need to move.
“Damn it!”
Jonathan, sitting next to Jordan, was hit squarely on the forehead. “Jordan is talking nonsense, but I’m not. What I mean is, you know who Superwoman is.”
Saying this.
He pulled out his phone.
He brought up a video of a reporter interviewing Superwoman, with a man in stockings charging for photos behind her. Seeing this scene, Ian knew he had wrongly accused his eldest brother.
“Thump~ Thump~”
He stood up, picked up the baseball that rolled back, walked over to the sofa, and hit Jordan’s forehead twice. Under Jordan’s bewildered gaze, he secured justice for Jonathan.
“You know who Superwoman is?”
Jordan wanted to retort, but he cared more about this question. Just as Ian was about to offer more advice to make Jordan pester their father Clark,
“Ian, come here.”
Clark appeared silently behind him.
The guilty Ian’s hair stood on end.
“Dad, what is it? Do you need me to help clean the living room, right?” Ian turned around and blinked, his eyes exceptionally clear.
“No, it’s about that potion. I feel uneasy about it. You need to let me find a place to study it.” Clark held an empty plastic bottle in his hand.
“…”
Ian understood what Clark meant.
He hated his unparalleled intelligence.
“Cautious people know not to reveal biological information to anyone, Old Man. I want to train this caution from a young age.” Ian politely declined the request.
“Huh?”
Clark looked speechless. “I haven’t seen you find a place to pee and poop alone every day either? The excrement from our block is collected by your grandfather and his people every day.”
His words made Ian’s eyes widen.
“That’s because I can’t fly, and my conditions are limited. If I could fly, I’d definitely go to Mars to pee and poop every day.” Ian wasn’t too worried about what others might do with his biological information.
He got stronger through his profession.
Who knows what kind of mixed bag is in the excrement. If they really wanted to analyze his biological information from it, the scientists of America would probably face a real test.
“Go to the restroom, pee.”
Clark issued the strict father’s command, not wanting to chat nonsense with Ian.
“Got it.”
Ian, with a very spirited attitude, caught the plastic bottle and, amidst the laughter of his two older brothers, went into the restroom. Five minutes later, Ian emerged from the restroom, the plastic bottle gone from his hand.
He was holding Clark’s washbasin.
It was filled to the brim with suspicious yellow liquid.
“Slap~”
Clark slapped his own forehead.
It was loud.
“The plastic bottle you gave me was too small. You might not know, but next time I go to the restroom, Old Man can sneak a peek and see that I’m definitely not lying.”
Ian quickly offered an explanation.
He had also looked for other containers.
However.
If it was something convenient, who could refuse Superman’s washbasin?
In the living room.
The two older brothers laughed even louder.
“I’ll vouch for Ian, he tells at least twenty percent truth every day.” Jordan, who always liked to stir the pot, pretended to be serious, while Jonathan marveled at Ian’s super bladder.
That was a whole basin.
“For that, three hundred US dollars.”
Ian handed the washbasin to Clark.
“Three hundred US dollars for one pee? What, is your grandfather planning for you to join the army, and you’re learning traditional skills now?” Clark reluctantly took back his washbasin.
His eye twitched slightly.
He was certainly aware of the things within the military.
“That’s the market price, you know.” Ian’s voice was righteous; he indeed had the confidence. “Do you know how much technological content is in this pee of mine?”
“Saying it would scare you to death… though it might not scare Old Man you, it could scare many others to death.” Ian was truly honest and straightforward, leaving Clark and his two older brothers stunned.
“Protein powder isn’t technology.”
Jonathan thought Ian was referring to him secretly drinking a lot of his protein powder before.
“How do you know I only drink protein powder?” Ian’s rhetorical question made Jonathan look directly at his head. However, Jonathan didn’t find any possible points.
“Alright, alright, here are three hundred US dollars for you.” Clark was extremely helpless, he took out three hundred US dollars and placed it in Ian’s hand. After thinking about it, he added another two hundred US dollars. He was mainly worried that if he didn’t make some amends for the dinner matter, who knew if his toothbrush cup would also fall victim.
Indeed.
People.
You shouldn’t do bad things.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Ian grabbed the money and ran off immediately, leaving his two older brothers and Clark holding the basin behind. With a whoosh, Clark, who had disappeared and reappeared, had already put the basin somewhere unknown.
And at this moment.
Suddenly, the front door was violently pushed open, and Lois stumbled in, her face filled with lingering fear, immediately attracting the attention of the three men in the living room.
“What’s wrong?”
Clark quickly stepped forward to show concern.
“That car outside… whose is it? The one I told you I really liked when I was young, and you said you couldn’t afford it, so I decided to marry you after you told me you were honest!”
Lois was a bit disoriented in her speech, and the children overheard some old stories. Her face was full of disbelief; it was evident that her emotions were greatly fluctuating.
“Hellcat! Yes, that’s it! Where did this car come from?”
Lois’s voice was several octaves higher than usual.
“It’s Ian’s car.”
Clark sighed, exhausted, in response.
“I knew it was his!” Lois rushed to the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle of red wine, opened it, and began to chug directly from the bottle.
“Uh, that car is pretty strange.”
Clark didn’t know how to respond either, so he could only force a dry, awkward laugh. Because he had let Ian take the blame during dinner, the guilt-ridden father felt he should try to help Ian protect the car.
He began to ponder.
And at the same time.
“Can you believe it? That car actually asked me to get it two quilts and played me the weather forecast for tonight. I’ve never encountered such a bizarre thing in my life!”
Lois finished a bottle of red wine in one go, her mood slightly calmed.
Hearing this.
Jonathan and Jordan simultaneously turned their heads, their eyes shining as if they had discovered new territory.
“What!?”
“A talking car!? That’s so cool?!” Boys are always attracted to these strange and unusual things, as if they didn’t even find it strange for a car to need quilts.
It’s also normal.
After all, if most American boys had such a car, they would even let the car sleep in their beds while they slept on the floor.
“Uh…”
Lois leaned against the wine cabinet and casually reached for a second bottle of red wine. “It doesn’t speak directly, but it can play radio voices. You know, like… Transformers?”
Saying this.
The mother once again poured a bottle of red wine into her mouth.
“What! Transformers! That’s even cooler?!” The brothers exclaimed in unison, instantly jumping up from the sofa and rushing to the window, their noses almost pressed against the glass as they looked outside.
“Ian and I are best buddies, he’ll definitely lend it to me to drive!”
“Damn, I have to take my driver’s test tomorrow!”
“You’re too young, you can’t handle it. Let me have the chance, Eldest Brother… I haven’t even awakened my Superman gene, I need comfort!”
…
The two brothers were arguing.
Lois’s face was slightly flushed after drinking two bottles of red wine.
She staggered towards the storage room.
“Honey, what are you doing?”
Clark quickly followed, his tone slightly anxious. He was very worried that Lois intended to smash Ian’s car, which he felt would inevitably cause a new wave of family conflict.
However.
“Of course, I’m getting quilts for the Transformer.” Lois paused, took another sip of wine, “Hmm, everything feels reasonable after drinking.”
“That car said it can also fly. If I cover it with quilts and praise it a few words in front of Ian, it will be willing to take me for a flight.” Lois busied herself without looking back.
“…”
Clark watched his wife carrying two down comforters towards the backyard.
He was left alone, looking helpless.
The father originally wanted to talk to his two sons, but unexpectedly, Jonathan and Jordan also ran from the window towards the front door, looking like they were going to help their mother take care of Ian’s small car.
“What! It can fly too!”
“I’ve only seen cars like that in movies!”
Jonathan and Jordan’s voices were filled with surprise and longing. Seeing his two sons also run towards the small yard, Clark suddenly felt a bit redundant as “the world’s most powerful superhero.”
“Actually, I can fly too. Does anyone want to go for a drive with Superman?” Clark leaned against the door frame and even used his super voice slightly.
However.
Even with his amazing falsetto, no one responded.
No one even turned back.
The only answer he received was the car’s radio playing 《I Believe I Can Fly》 from the yard.
It was slightly mocking.
“…”
Clark suddenly didn’t want to protect his youngest son’s car as much.
He looked somewhat lonely.
He could only pick up the cat that ran to the door for comfort.
“Let me think, what should I name you, lucky little fellow.”
Clark looked up at the second floor while the cat trembled — the room of the culprit was still lit. In the upstairs bedroom, Ian was sitting cross-legged in front of his computer, browsing today’s news.
More than ten news web pages were open on the screen.
《Shocking! Mysterious street comatose incident, experts suggest collective hysteria》
《Aliens or government experiment? Comatose citizens fully recovered sparks questions》
Witnesses claim to have seen two aliens fighting to the death—is it a new poison causing hallucinations?》
《Perhaps silently, an unknown hero saved eight thousand six hundred and fifty people in a mysterious crisis!》
…
The initial news was nothing special.
But upon seeing the last piece of positive reporting, Ian genuinely didn’t know whether to be happy or sad that no one knew that the Ancestor created so much merit!
“If I had known no one would claim damages, I would have left the Ancestor’s name.” Ian suspected that in this world filled with superheroes, the government might have a maintenance fund specifically for handling the aftermath for superheroes.
Seeing more and more news praising unknown heroes, with no one knowing who they were, Ian couldn’t help but sneak into Jordan’s room to retrieve his “lost” mobile phone.
“Did any reporters find you?” Ian sent all those pretentious photos to the little punk Madison, and also sent a text message to test the situation.
The little punk was up late, and her new phone replied incredibly fast.
【Yes, yes! But I said I don’t remember anything, scared away all the reporters, and my acting skills are super amazing!()】Ian did not receive praise for the little punk’s reply.
Instead, it made Ian confirm that he was indeed feeling a bit upset.
“I’m not Homelander, but I’m superstitious. I’m afraid the merit won’t fall upon me.” Ian knew that in this world’s structure, there was indeed the saying that good people go to heaven.
Moreover, he knew that the angels in heaven were all slacking off. If they miscounted his merit, who would he reason with? The subtle worry in Ian’s heart made him decide to do something.
Thinking of this.
Ian’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“Crack crack~”
For the next few hours, Ian, relying on his hand speed, registered hundreds of small accounts on various forums, frenziedly playing the role of 【Survivor】 to educate the public about who saved the world—after all, stopping the Demon King’s son from descending upon the human world could indeed be considered a form of saving the world.
The Poison King in his computer virus.
An icon of a two-dimensional girl popped up at this moment. It was a chibi-like doll, with hair color as a gradient sky blue, which bounced like small wings when styled into pigtails. Its body had a 2.5-head-to-body proportion impossible in reality, with small hands and feet as round as marshmallows.
There was a faint pink blush on its knees and elbows.
The drawing was exquisite.
It was clearly the product of advanced artistic skill.
“When did you start following superheroes?” A small speech bubble with text appeared on the blue-haired girl’s icon. It was the biggest contributor to the viruses in Ian’s computer coexisting harmoniously.
“Of course, it was when I realized heroes deserve to be praised.” Ian quickly replied, and after typing, he locked the virus, which had been lingering for many years, into the locked folder in the lower right corner.
Nothing much to talk about.
He had always thought that the other side of the icon was definitely a thumb-sucking big man.
The self-abusive kind, too.
Because the locked folder was also something this virus had put into Ian’s computer. Having gone to his second brother’s room earlier, Ian also thought of the 【Superhero Popularity Center】 website his second brother had mentioned.
With such a website.
How could he not be present?
A flash of inspiration.
Ian began to frantically create new hero profiles.
【Stocking Superman（ Characteristics: Stockings that never break）】
【Ancestor（ Characteristics: Likes to have everyone call him Father】
【Second Maternal Great-Uncle Immortal Venerable [Characteristics: Skilled in using “generational pressure,” likes to force enemies to kowtow and offer New Year greetings]】
【Dance God: [Characteristics: Non-stop dance moves]】
…
【Bald Boundless Buddha】
When Ian had created the twenty-fifth profile, he thought about it and deleted this hero profile. The cost was too great. Even under coincidental circumstances, he would definitely not be willing to don such a disguise.
“This is the deep thought that Batman gave me. Whether it’s useful or not, there must be enough backup disguises.” Just as Ian was about to create another hundred profiles.
He found that the website had already limited his information uploads.
At the same time.
【I’m Really Not Batman: ???????】
A private message popped up.
Ian clicked to block without hesitation, but found he couldn’t.
He immediately picked up his phone.
“Beep beep beep~”
This time it wasn’t a mentally challenged voice mailbox.
“What are you doing?”
A familiar voice, a familiar question, of course, it could only be the familiar Batman.
“Just unblocking it, just for a moment.” Ian had already guessed the truth: this website was likely Batman’s phishing site, used to collect information from the public.
“Beep, beep, beep~”
The other party directly hung up on Ian’s call.
However.
Ian soon discovered that although he couldn’t create new files, he could still edit existing ones. It seemed Bruce had thoughtfully unblocked some of his permissions.
【His great-great-grandfather was a slave who was hanged from an oak tree by a farmer in 1863.】
【His great-grandmother was a Chinese laundrywoman born during the Prohibition era, who had half her face burned off due to the 「Yellow Peril」 theory. His mother was an undocumented immigrant fleeing famine.】
【When his mother gave birth to him at the US-Mexico border, he discovered he had a little bit of Native American blood…】
Heroes need origins.
And Ian chose the most suitable origin for his ancestors for the grand stage of America.
After all, Ian had a glass heart.
He couldn’t stand seeing people bash him online.
Therefore, giving his ancestors the right buffs was very important—this was no challenge for an excellent writer, and in fact, his 【Writer】 profession was upgraded due to his deep contemplation.
【Writer LV2 [1/20]】
General Skill Points were acquired successfully, but as an ordinary profession, it didn’t have an exclusive skill tree, and Ian had no immediate need for them, so he didn’t bother with them for now.
He fully unleashed his talent.
【His battle suit is not fabric, but a thousand years of heritage!】 Ian even found the most fitting excuse for his potential future use of disposable, cheap battle suits.
【He worked delivering takeout and washing dishes during the day, only practicing to be a superhero at night, and was once homeless, sleeping in his car. But it was the dream of becoming a superhero that gave him hope.】
【Depression and cancer couldn’t defeat the ancestor. The ancestor was denied by Superman, denied by Batman, but none of this shattered his heart to protect the world.】
As Ian wrote, he felt a sense of emotion himself.
Then.
He saw that the name 【Batman】 in his edited document had been mysteriously deleted and replaced with the name 【Green Arrow】.
“??????”
Ian was greatly shocked by this action.
That whole business war tactic.
Batman was applying it to the superhero arena?
Truly a terrifying capitalist!
“Such a dirty trick.”
Ian found he couldn’t modify the entry no matter what. Helpless, he could only give up. He had tinkered enough for today, and his alter ego’s background was sufficiently rich.
“This will be the ancestor’s defense, more solid than a steel body!” Ian was in a great mood. Seeing that it was about time, he got up and pulled the Demon Head out of his backpack.
“Oh, great Ian, I feel like I’m about to evolve, I just need a few more demons…” The Demon Head showered Ian with mad praise.
However, it didn’t achieve a very good effect.
Ian’s mood remained unmoved.
Before the other party could finish speaking, he shoved the head into new furniture in the room—an alloy cabinet, its surface carved with many things Ian couldn’t understand.
Yet, Ian had no doubt about the cabinet’s security for storing items, even without understanding it. After all, his old father had brought this cabinet back from Uncle Bruce’s house last night. The Batman logo on it wasn’t completely scrubbed off, but Ian could pretend not to see it.
He knew very well.
His father’s old friend, Uncle Bruce’s house, had everything.
Like Doraemon.
Much more loyal than that 【I’m Really Not Batman】 from the forum.
“Oh, it’s the mark of magic and technology, used to contain magical beings like me. What a powerful tool. Great Ian can indeed create anything.”
Even though it was locked in a new cage, the Demon Head was still showering it with praise. This garrulous head had figured some things out during these hours of quiet.
While pledging allegiance to Sangong Mo had a promising future.
Perhaps changing to a new banner wouldn’t mean a broader horizon?
It also wanted to strengthen its faith.
But after eating the Son of the Demon God, the Minotaur Demon felt it couldn’t go back… It couldn’t apologize to Sangong Mo directly, mainly because its inherently treacherous nature made it unable to refuse.
“Praise Ian the God!”
Who said hell couldn’t have a new master?
The Minotaur Demon now felt it absolutely had to be a simp.
This way.
Its family, starting from this generation, would prosper in hell. Although Ian abused it, scared it, and tested it, it believed Ian’s nature would surely make him a good King of Hell.
“Shut up!”
Ian stuffed Jordan’s used socks into the Minotaur Demon’s mouth.
Tasting the disgusting flavor.
The Minotaur Demon became even more convinced of its choice.
If he’s like this at his teens.
What would he be like after ten thousand years?
Under the “affectionate” gaze of the Minotaur Demon, Ian felt the other party was a bit crazy and forcefully closed the cabinet door, then lay on the bed with 【Ian’s Magic Book】.
Time was approaching.
Seeing that Miss Death hadn’t come to find him, Ian certainly wouldn’t wait around. He also didn’t have the right to wait. The Marvel Universe’s summons arrived for him punctually every day.
“Tonight, I must switch professions to Magician.”
Ian wanted to thoroughly research the magical book in his hands.
However.
A world-shattering person.
Should, of course, cultivate their own world-shattering magic. Therefore, Ian also attempted to find a way to become a source of magic. He knew that in the Marvel Universe, the Almighty Tony God could definitely help him.
“I just don’t know what the price will be?”
With anticipation.
Ian fell into a deep sleep as the bell chimed.
…
At the same time.
The night was deep.
The corridor at midnight was empty. In the room on the second floor, near his parents’ room, the young man on the bed frowned, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Jonathan Kent’s fingers unconsciously clutched the bedsheet, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
As if having a nightmare.
“Strength…”
Perhaps it was indeed a kind of nightmare.
In his dream.
Jonathan stood in a void, with a shattered galaxy beneath his feet and a twisted black sun above his head. The whispers in his ears were like cold snakes, crawling from his spine up to the back of his neck.
“We can give you power.”
The voice seemed to come from all directions.
Jonathan looked around in confusion, only to see countless “himself” suspended in the void—some wearing Kryptonian battle suits, some covered in blood, and some with only black holes for eyes.
“Are you willing?”
A strange, low voice suddenly seemed to be right beside him.
“Damn it! Where is this place?” Jonathan looked around frantically but couldn’t see the source of the voice. Even covering his ears, the words drilled directly into his brain.
“Jordan, Ian, they have all become that supreme race.”
“And you?”
“Mediocre, wasting your life? Even a training accident on the court could leave you with irreversible injuries. Do you really think you can escape your fated tragedy?”
The voice entered his ears.
Bewitching and tempting.
A family photo appeared in the void—Clark and Jordan laughing in the clouds, Ian making faces with a talking car, Lois holding a Pulitzer trophy, drawing everyone’s admiration.
And him.
Jonathan.
Standing at the very edge.
Like an extra who wandered into a superhero movie.
“No!”
Jonathan shook his head unconsciously.
“You… or whoever you are! Who are you and what are you trying to do?” His attitude was exceptionally firm, but no matter how he ran, he seemed unable to escape this illusory dreamscape.
“We are like you, once failures.”
The voice spoke again.
“However, if you help us… we can together ascend to the new peak of this world!” The enchanting voice entered his ears, seeming to seep into Jonathan’s soul with every word.
“Get lost!”
Jonathan roared in anger.
Lightning flashed.
Illuminating countless phantoms in the darkness.
Things that did not belong to this universe.
