Chapter 108: Madness Upgraded! Saving The Dream God! [20k]
Miss Death wanted to evoke Ian’s guilt.
However.
This was impossible.
“I’m not guilty. Dream God Morpheus was captured because he wanted to be captured. It definitely has nothing to do with me.” Ian’s logic was serious and rigorous.
“Also, that witch captured Dream God Morpheus, and then had Morpheus fill himself up, no, explode himself. Lucifer should be the one feeling guilty?” He didn’t know who he heard it from, but blaming Lucifer for bad things on Earth was always right. Lucifer had been a professional scapegoat in DC for many years.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Miss Death did not seem surprised by Ian’s attitude.
“Of course, I have many identities, but obviously I am not the scapegoat.” Ian blinked. Facing Miss Death, he still maintained his clear-headedness in the human world.
Regarding this.
Miss Death just smiled and nodded.
“I admit that what you said has some reason. Perhaps we can also directly blame the world’s first Riddler 【Fate】 for why this happened.”
She even drew parallels, mixing in her own agenda. To be fair, Miss Death appearing in Hannibal’s office, in Ian’s opinion, probably meant Miss Death should also see a psychiatrist. Solving family conflicts was a psychiatrist’s main source of income and their best skill.
“Do you remember I told you that you needed to investigate properly?” The outside world was experiencing a huge accident, but Miss Death did not seem too anxious about it.
She wasn’t in a hurry.
Ian couldn’t be in a hurry either, because the atmosphere clearly wasn’t right yet.
“I don’t remember.”
Ian began to use his daily allowance of lies.
He still had a full day’s worth of lies to banter with Miss Death today.
Of course.
He might not need that many.
After all.
“…”
Miss Death fell silent.
Outside, the old witch was absorbing the Sandman’s power and losing control. Waves of uncontrolled dream power continuously impacted the surroundings, with circles of dream power surging into the room like boiling lava.
A violent tremor occurred, unrelated to geography, the entire space was shaking. The oil painting on the wall was crooked, as if the whole world was becoming warped.
“Oh! It’s out!”
Hannibal’s collection of mannequins began to twist, and a talking rabbit puppet emerged from a plaster head.
“Help! I escaped from 《Alice’s Sleep Through Wonderland》!” It cried out to Ian for help. Ian turned a deaf ear, unwilling to admit that such a dream projection had anything to do with him. The reason for this phenomenon of dream projection was either that Miss Death was very, very bad, or it was definitely Hannibal’s wicked thoughts.
“Morpheus’s power is going berserk, you need to deal with that foolish witch.”
Miss Death glanced at the rabbit that had crawled out. The rabbit, projected by the dream, instantly withered, melted into a pulp, and returned to the plaster head.
“Don’t let her disturb my rest.”
A mature woman is still a mature woman.
Her tone and demeanor were perfectly captured.
“Alright.”
Ian readily agreed and took out his phone to call for backup. However, as he pressed the dial button to call his father, the phone turned into a pink worm by his ear.
The worm wriggled its body shyly.
“Peh!”
Ian unhesitatingly bit off half of the worm, chewed twice, and it tasted no different from a phone. It was as if the thing had turned back into plastic and metal after entering his mouth.
“Logically, my dad should have noticed something was wrong long ago.” Ian spat out the electronic components from his mouth and leaned out the window, which was completely shattered.
Night had not yet fallen, but the sky seemed to be plunged into a bizarre twilight – not a transition between day and night, but a blur between reality and dreams.
The sky and the earth now seemed to have completely merged into one.
Things that were once clearly distinct and had definite boundaries now seemed to be wantonly manipulated by an invisible giant hand, merging together with intense chaos.
Everyone seemed to be trapped in a dream.
The unconscious people were suspended in mid-air, gently enveloped by semi-transparent bubbles. The bubble around the real estate lady Ian had seen before even touched those around her.
“Not even inviting my second brother to an orgy?” Ian felt pity for Jordan. His golden eyes looked at the bubbles. The flickering images seemed to be the beautiful dreams each person was falling into.
Reluctant memories.
Future prospects.
And buried hopes.
The bubbles presented a beauty that made one unwilling to wake up.
“Are my dad and the others in this state now too?” Ian turned to look at Miss Death behind him. The woman had produced a cup of coffee from somewhere and was sipping it.
“Superman’s magic resistance cannot be underestimated, but don’t overestimate it too much – he is ultimately different from us.” Miss Death responded with a quiet, very clear piece of information.
“Us?”
Ian keenly caught the keyword.
And they say it’s not obvious infatuation.
This was already openly fantasizing about the future!
Of course, Ian knew he couldn’t go this time. Mother-in-law conflicts, son-in-law conflicts, they weren’t even together yet, and Miss Death’s tone when mentioning Clark was too sharp.
“Hmm?”
Miss Death, who was drinking coffee, felt Ian’s strange gaze. She raised her hand to flick his forehead but stopped halfway, as if hesitant, fearing Ian might enjoy it.
Throwing a rat and fearing the pottery.
Perhaps this was somewhat personified at this moment.
“Newborn little guy, being a pillar is not that easy… this is your responsibility.” Miss Death sighed softly. She could naturally sense the constant changes occurring within Ian.
It’s just.
Miss Death was neither confused nor surprised anymore.
She clearly had her own view of Ian in her heart. A new concept was rising, and Miss Death sincerely hoped it wouldn’t be an entity representing 【Abstraction】.
The thought had just surfaced in the woman’s mind.
“Have you heard of non-stick pans?”
Ian asked cautiously.
“???????”
Miss Death’s expression stiffened slightly, her mouth twitching.
“Judging by your expression, you probably haven’t, but you’re really lucky. Today, you finally get to see it directly – I am the legendary non-stick pan.”
Ian downed the cola in his hand, not caring how many tentacles were wriggling in the drink he was consuming. He directly threw away the cup and prepared to go home to pack his family and flee.
No joke.
What level was he at?
The crisis caused by the Sandman, and a fourteen-year-old boy was supposed to resolve it? This wasn’t a children’s cartoon. For things with no benefit, Ian just wanted to take his family and temporarily seek refuge in Los Angeles.
There were tall people there who could handle it.
“There’s also Plan B. Dad seems to have a spaceship, I wonder if it still works.” Ian muttered quietly and unhesitatingly climbed out of the window, which had no glass.
He ultimately did not inherit Clark’s saintly heart.
“No, you this?”
Miss Death couldn’t sit still.
She threw away the coffee cup in her hand.
“Have you ever seen someone as clear-headed as me since you grew up?” Ian jumped off the building from the window, rolled upon landing, and found Miss Death still standing beside him.
“You took advantage of my kindness, remember?” Miss Death crossed her arms and said in a mournful tone, “If I recall correctly, you said you would do anything.”
“You also said you liked working for me.”
As expected.
Women are so fond of bringing up the past.
Goddesses are the same.
“But it’s off-duty time now.” Ian blinked. He realized he was being pestered by a dirty goddess, so he sighed and chose to face reality.
“The cat’s out of the bag, isn’t it?”
Miss Death’s sigh became even louder.
“That’s how all workers are.”
Ian responded softly.
But his tone was very righteous.
“Do you think you won’t get any benefits for saving Morpheus’s life?” Miss Death had completely seen through Ian’s scheme, or at least she thought Ian was playing hard to get.
After all.
Those who aren’t smart enough find it hard to understand how wise a choice running away is.
“Hiss, what you said actually makes sense.”
Ian was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then immediately put down the luggage he held above his head – it was his beloved Hellcat, which had now turned into a cat-faced sedan due to the dream’s influence.
Its cat face was exactly like the seductive cat in Tom and Jerry. It was meowing, sticking out a pink tongue from under the hood, and its equally pink exhaust pipe was even bubbling.
Even demon cars.
Clearly, they hadn’t escaped the influence of dream power.
“Morpheus is very good at repaying kindness.”
Miss Death reminded him seriously.
She had indeed grasped a part of Ian’s psychology.
“Is that so!”
Ian suddenly understood.
“So, I can even leverage this kindness and have him call me ‘dad’?” Ian knew that kindness eventually ran out, but familial bonds would likely keep him attached to a big shot for a lifetime.
It’s not okay to raise someone else’s son.
But picking up a very awesome son was perfectly fine.
“???????????????” An unprecedented amount of question marks appeared on Miss Death’s face. She felt like Ian was even taking advantage of her, and she had solid evidence.
“It’s okay to be my adoptive father too. I’m not picky at all. I didn’t even pick my food when I was little.” Ian had his moments of high emotional intelligence. He realized his oversight and immediately compromised, settling for the next best thing. This at least made Miss Death’s pretty face look better than before.
Facing Ian’s unreasonable demands.
Miss Death rolled her eyes helplessly.
“If you can convince Morpheus, then it’s your skill.” She gave a vague response, but it still made Ian’s eyes light up.
“It’s a deal. My worker’s spirit is ignited. Come on, let me work. What should I do?” Ian was eager, his gaze fixed on the chaotic scene in the distance.
The world seemed to be turned upside down by a giant hand.
Houses no longer stood firmly on the ground.
They could even be suspended upside down in the air. In the mid-air, there were people affected and unconscious everywhere. They were wrapped in clear, transparent bubbles.
Sleeping soundly.
Some lay quietly, with peaceful expressions, as if having a beautiful dream. Others held their heads in their hands, their brows furrowed, as if experiencing something terrifying in their dreams.
Others had their bodies contorted into strange shapes, as if forcibly twisted by the power of dreams. Their bodies gently swayed within the bubbles, rhythmically rising and falling with the fluctuations of dream power.
This group was increasing.
“You need to save Morpheus and figure out what happened to him.” The top-tier NPC, Miss Death, began to issue a mission, pointing with her slender, pale hand towards the distance.
“But first, you have to take care of that woman.” Miss Death’s voice suddenly turned cold, not directed at Ian, but a kind of indignation towards mortals attempting to grasp divine power.
“I promised my dad I wouldn’t kill anyone for now, I’ll only bring bad people to justice and put them in prison.” Ian grabbed his prison from the Hellcat and held it up to the Goddess of Death.
“Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~”
The Demonic Minotaur was also affected by the dream and was fast asleep.
“Demons are weak and pitiful, surrender and ascend, tremble, fear, I am – King of Garbage!” It was even talking in its sleep. Demons are just a little stronger than humans.
“This really goes to show, what kind of person you are, that’s what kind of pet you raise.”
The Goddess of Death understood Ian’s meaning. She reached out and gently tapped. The Demonic Minotaur suddenly woke up from its sleep, startled and confused, unaware that it had gained a little favor with Ian by dreaming.
“Oh… Mom, what am I seeing.” Perhaps it was due to Miss Death’s “enlightenment,” the Demonic Minotaur could finally see the figure it had never seen before.
It even suspected it was dreaming now.
“Very good. If my prison chews on itself a few times, that’s its problem.” Ian hung the Minotaur behind him, warning it not to lick his backside.
“Break that woman’s neck, and her influence will cease.” Miss Death’s eyes twitched after hearing Ian’s “discipline” of the Minotaur, and she also provided a hint.
“Once you kill her, the power of dreams will return to their true owner.” After saying this, Miss Death vanished in the blink of an eye.
She didn’t act herself.
She made Ian go save someone.
There must be a reason for this.
It’s just that Ian didn’t have the time to think about it yet.
“Sigh, this is probably the blackness of the near-death, my bottom line is being forced lower and lower… as expected, Mom told me not to play with bad women for a reason.”
Ian was fully armed and stuffed the Demon Book into his crotch. Vital areas required special protection. He didn’t intend to practice his 【Four-Dimensional Appendix Modification technique】.
“And you’re not allowed to stick your tongue out, turn your mouth into bulletproof steel plates.” After sternly instructing the Demon Book, Ian pushed off with his legs and shot into the sky like a cannonball.
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Super jump.
Activated!
……
The airflow whistled past his ears.
Suspended building debris whizzed past Ian’s sides. Glass curtain walls reflected his blurred afterimage. He dodged and weaved between shattered buildings, each step causing concrete to crumble.
“If I remember correctly, this guy is called the Sorceress Supreme?” Ian’s target was naturally floating in mid-air, sometimes using walls for leverage, sometimes tumbling and dodging collapsing building fragments.
His distance from the Sorceress Supreme Fiona was constantly shortening.
Ten kilometers.
Eight thousand meters.
Two thousand meters.
Surrounded by the power of countless dreamscapes, the old woman writhed in painful wails, yet perhaps from enduring so much pain, her voice now carried a hint of joy.
“What a masochist.”
Ian was getting closer and closer to the Sorceress Supreme.
Around.
Countless people, encased in bubbles, were lost within them.
They slowly ascended, attempting to merge with the chaotic sky, bouncing back when they hit obstacles with faint clanking sounds. Occasionally, two bubbles would collide, producing a clear chime, and then slowly, rapidly merge together, their dreams intertwining to brew even more complex dreamscapes.
“Oh, Great God Ian, it seems I underestimated you… So, you are such a great existence.” The Demonic Minotaur, trailing behind Ian, exclaimed loudly in praise.
It seemed to have just snapped out of the shock of witnessing death moments ago.
Although, due to its low status, it didn’t understand the Endless Family, it was a former subordinate of a great demon from Hell, so its knowledge base was, to some extent, slightly greater than that of ordinary demons.
This clearly mistaken Ian for a member of the Endless Family.
“Shut up.”
Ian rebuked.
He also saw the Grim Reaper, floating in mid-air, having also fallen victim to the influence of dreamscapes. These Grim Reapers had bizarre dreams, with some even wishing to be demoted to mortals so they could experience love. Truly, this was disloyal to the organization. But it was understandable, for humanity, after all, was the most contaminating thing God created.
“Poor high-level hireling.”
Ian stepped on the Grim Reapers, ascending. The Grim Reapers were completely controlled by dreamscapes and did not react excessively, allowing Ian to step on their bodies and rise higher towards the old woman above.
Within reach.
No more than ten meters away.
“Good opportunity!” Just as Ian clenched his fist and was about to get close, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes, a glow not belonging to humans flashing within them.
“No one can take this power! Don’t bother me! I will ascend to godhood… Mortal, accept this reality!” The Sorceress Supreme Fiona was both pained and delighted, her tone incredibly firm and persistent. Immediately after, countless people lost in dreamscapes, controlled by this old woman, were hurled towards Ian.
These people were enclosed in crystal-clear bubbles.
Like giant balloons.
They themselves posed no threat, however, the dream power attached to their bodies possessed a dangerous ability to drag Ian into a world of delusion.
Ian collided head-on with the woman he had encountered in the elevator earlier.
Everything around him changed rapidly.
He found himself in a pink room, with soft lighting, toys on the table, and a group of wild men surrounding a uniformed auntie, holding a Tokyo-style party.
“Let’s party! You take one! He takes one! We can’t sell them all! I can never sell all my houses!” The woman was immersed in joy, even extending an invitation to Ian.
“Come, sir, you should come and inspect the property too!” The woman crawled towards Ian, as if to drag him into delusion with her, but Ian kicked her flying into the wall.
“Damn it! With a face like mine, do I need to buy my own house?” Ian felt insulted. He darted around the room, noticing a negative status had appeared in the bottom right corner of his vision.
【 Contaminated Dream 】
Since there was a negative status display, everything was manageable. This garbage status didn’t deserve to be on Ian, so he had to use his backup hidden skill points.
“System! Quickly help this little me recall the skills I will definitely master in the future!” Even at this moment, Ian could still make clear judgments.
Ever since he transferred to the profession of 【 Berserker 】, Ian had understood the importance of being prepared. Seeing himself being affected by dreamscapes, he quickly opened his skill tree for targeted learning.
【 Faith Salvation: With firm self-faith, directly strip away designated negative statuses, purify one’s own injuries, and restore HP equivalent to the purification effect. 】
The skills of late-stage professions are truly powerful and unpretentious.
Ian selected the skill and immediately activated it. The next moment, he found that everything in front of him changed, and the world full of 【Ai and Mei 】 disappeared from his sight.
The second bubble approached.
Meaningless.
The suited elites inside, who were opening champagne, screamed and dissipated. In the third bubble, Ian punched through a husband island, and two muscular men sunbathing also vanished.
“These petty tricks can’t stop Master Ian. I want foreigners… uh, I want you dead!” Green light emanated from Ian, a sign of overflowing healing effects.
His increasingly invigorated state attracted the Sorceress Supreme’s attention.
However.
This attention came a little too late.
“Bang!”
Ian’s fist smashed into the Sorceress Supreme’s cheek. His body was still frail, and the non-standard witch’s nose broke with a snap, her entire face caving in like a crushed soda can.
In fact, his physical quality was already much stronger than most people’s.
It was just not enough.
“Sorceress Supreme! You have betrayed this city.”
Using other people’s lines was indeed more effective. Ian, with his habit of stealing lines, raised his fist again, aiming for the Sorceress Supreme’s jawbone.
“Bang!”
Another dull second punch sent the Sorceress Supreme hurtling towards a floating stone slab. Ian followed closely, leaping over and grabbing the Sorceress Supreme’s head, lifting her shattered face.
“Why are you not lost!”
The Sorceress Supreme was like a radiation source, her body continuously releasing dream power. However, this pure power seemed unable to affect Ian at all.
It couldn’t even affect Ian like the dream power that had already influenced others.
“Because ancestral people don’t need to dream. A reality where they can do as they please is the ancestral people’s favorite sweet dream.” Ian’s tone was light, not revealing his true information.
After all.
He was well aware of cases where villains died from self-exposure.
“Now, who is the one who needs to accept reality?” Ian pulled out his prison from behind his backside. The Minotaur Demon also cooperated perfectly, opening its gaping maw.
Its mouth unnaturally expanded into a maw larger than a washbasin, covered in sharp teeth.
“Mere mortals! And a foul monster!”
Sensing danger, the Sorceress Supreme, seeing her head about to be bitten off, endured the berserk power within her body and channeled the magic that originally belonged to her.
“Ah~”
She shrieked, and the powerful sound waves, like a solid substance, sent the not-so-well-prepared Ian flying backward.
“Rumble~”
Ian crashed through several buildings.
Falling rapidly towards the ground.
“Die!”
Humiliated by Ian, even as her body began to crack from the dream power, the Sorceress Supreme stood up and forcibly channeled this power that was not hers.
The power of dreams instantly materialized into a massive aircraft carrier. The carrier was enormous, with various facilities clearly visible on its deck, and it charged at Ian like a colossal monster.
“Damn it, an imaginer!”
Ian only felt a behemoth appear before his eyes.
His eyes gathered an incredibly brilliant golden light. This golden light, like two scorching suns, erupted with terrifying heat and immense energy, directly shooting towards the approaching carrier’s bow.
“Rumble~”
Another terrifying roar.
The overloaded carrier was cut in half on the spot, flames erupting from the severed edges, metal tearing like paper, and the explosion deafening.
“Nothing more than this. Such a lack of imagination, a waste of the supreme power within you.”
Ian stood on a floating stone slab, surrounded by falling carrier debris, like a steel rain. His golden pupils held a dangerous glint in the distorted light.
“Heh.”
With a cold laugh from the Sorceress Supreme, who had just repaired her face, the next moment, Ian saw more than ten aircraft carriers appear all around him.
They all closed in.
“Old woman, you’re not playing fair!” Ian had never been so flustered. In this desperate situation, his eyes turned to the left and right respectively.
Two rays, with clearly defined tasks, shot out, blasting into the hulls of two aircraft carriers. The super-alloy armor, under the high temperature of the rays, could no longer bear the load.
Metal fragments splashed everywhere.
This was definitely a cool move, the kind even Superman couldn’t pull off.
However.
The number of human eyes was limited after all. Ian, who wished he had eyes all over his body, ultimately couldn’t escape the fate of being rammed by other aircraft carriers.
Seeing that metaphysical means couldn’t eliminate Ian, the Sorceress Supreme resorted to physical methods. It had to be said, the effect was significant. Ian was directly pressed towards the distorted ground by the aircraft carrier.
The earth shattered.
Dust filled the sky.
With a deafening explosion, Ian, along with the giant carrier, landed like a meteor, creating a massive crater on the twisted street.
The powerful impact caused the ground to tremble incessantly.
Countless gravel and dust clouds shot up wildly from the impact point, like a giant, dark mushroom cloud, instantly engulfing both Ian and the carrier.
“Cough, this has a lot more power than the Great Fortune Heavenly Venerable.” Ian was fortunate that he was no longer the youth he once was; otherwise, this impact might have sent him to another otherworldly realm.
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +6 】
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +7 】
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +8 】
…
The frantic notifications echoed in his ears.
It was not just the system’s feedback, but also the lament of Ian’s internal organs. His body, tens of times stronger than that of ordinary people, could not bear the pressure of the aircraft carrier.
Of course.
He wasn’t completely shattered, but he was trending towards becoming a meat patty for half his body. Fortunately, the 【 Perfect God Body 】 was strong enough, like a rather thick, hearty meat patty.
【 Berserker LV5 [16/160] 】
【 Strength: 44 – 46 】
【 Constitution: 60 – 61.5 】
【 Intelligence: 4.2 – 4.3 】
【 Spirit: 31 – 31.2 】
This direct impact leveled him up, indicating how severe his injuries were. He had finally reached level five as a 【 Berserker 】, and Ian immediately learned the skill he had been longing for.
【 Blood of Rage: You can control the burning blood within your body to imbue your attacks with the power to annihilate souls. Each one percent of blood can carry one percent of true damage. 】
As a noble Berserker, he should have noble percentage damage. Ian had cast aside other trash skills from the early stages precisely to obtain a true divine skill at level five.
It was currently only at its initial level, meaning a beginner level. However, Ian still had two 【 Berserker 】 profession skill points, so he could directly upgrade it again.
“Let’s put that aside for now, I need to save myself first.” Ian’s body was half-crushed beneath the aircraft carrier, and his strength was not enough to lift it and save himself.
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +9 】
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +6 】
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +4 】
…
“Perhaps I’m not in such a hurry.” Ian lay flat, even with the aircraft carrier dragging on his abdomen, he didn’t want to call for help, and merely used 【 Self-Healing Tide 】 to maintain his consciousness.
He would have to get out eventually, as the issue with the Sorceress Supreme had not been resolved. However, Ian was unwilling to discard his lower body, crawl out, and then grow a new one.
Anyone would know.
Original body parts are always the best.
“Why are you so happy?” The Demon Head, which was almost crushed into a cookie, was thrown aside by Ian earlier. It rolled back to Ian’s side, its expression filled with confusion.
“That woman is strong, but fortunately, I’m clearly the superior one.” Ian looked up at the sky. The old witch was floating in mid-air again, as if drawing power from the Sandman—the old witch’s body was like ceramic fragments. Ian firmly believed that she definitely didn’t possess his ability to get stronger from injuries.
“…”
The Demon Head looked at Ian, half of whose body was likely gone under the heavy pressure of the aircraft carrier, and fell into a long silence, completely unable to understand what was meant by “superior.”
“Praise to God Ian.”
Of course.
The Demon Head had also learned to be smart.
When it didn’t understand, it would provide Ian with emotional value.
“Stop praising, come here and let me chew on you a bit…” Ian needed to constantly use his self-healing ability to maintain equilibrium, but his body’s stored energy was limited.
He watched as even the fat beneath the aircraft carrier was used up.
The experience gained naturally became less and less.
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +3 】
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +1 】
…
Ian had known this for a long time; physical damage received after recovery could generate experience, but the experience from physical damage already received wouldn’t last long.
Seeing that he couldn’t sustain his self-healing ability, Ian wanted to drink some “666 fuel”—he was so hungry his eyes were red. Just as the Demon Head was about to sacrifice itself to save its master.
“Is the one below Ian?”
A clear female voice echoed from above the large pit.
Ian looked up.
“Little punk, you weren’t dreaming?” He was quite surprised. Madison, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a backpack, was squatting at the edge of the pit, looking down.
“I knew it was you! Only you like to chew on things!” Madison’s expression was a little joyful upon hearing this. She leaped down, her body slowly descending to the ground.
She clearly used some kind of magic.
“My god! Are you okay?” Madison liked to spin when she landed. She should probably wear a mask and play Batman, but when she saw Ian, her expression was stunned.
How could someone be under an aircraft carrier and still be smiling!
“You’d be perfect for Hollywood. Do I look like I’m okay?” Ian glared at Madison, swallowing.
His words made Madison very awkward.
However, the little punk still looked at Ian with concern, “What happened to you? This is an inland city, right? How could an aircraft carrier be crushing you?”
Even if her geography wasn’t great, Madison was sure an aircraft carrier shouldn’t be here—and she wasn’t wrong. However, Ian was too embarrassed to mention being ambushed by the old witch.
“Disaster struck, and I stood up to it, but righteousness does not prevail over evil, and I’m afraid I’m nearing my end.” Ian swallowed again, lowering his voice and speaking with a hint of melancholy.
“Tell my mom and dad I love them.” With that, Ian smeared a bit of mud on his face, mainly because he had no extra blood to waste.
His small movements were not discovered.
Madison’s tears streamed down her face.
Her tear ducts were indeed well-developed.
“It’s okay, I can save you.” Madison knelt in the blood, her hands emitting a white healing light. Clearly, she had some initial grasp of her abilities.
At this moment.
Ian suddenly felt a warmth spread through his body, his newly formed muscle tissue stretching like tender spring shoots. However, due to the aircraft carrier’s size, comparable to the Five Finger Mountain, he did not regain his rounded form.
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +5】
【 Received Overload Damage, Berserker Experience +6】
……
However.
The experience points continued to increase.
“Little punk girl, you are indeed the wet nurse I’ve chosen, I’m going to pay you a salary!” Ian was extremely happy, he could feel Madison’s ability was slightly stronger than his un-leveled 【 Self-Healing Tide】.
Madison was speechless at his words. While maintaining the healing, she asked, “What exactly happened? My father and mother were trapped in a bubble.”
Regarding her experience.
Madison found it incredibly surreal.
“Of course, it’s that old woman in the sky, doing evil and harming the entire city.” Ian gestured towards the sky with his chin. He tried to reach for Madison’s backpack but failed.
After all, he wasn’t a gibbon.
“I actually suspected the same, but I still need to confirm with you, after all, you are Superman.” Madison still seemed to firmly believe in Ian’s Superman identity.
“Yes, yes, but Superman can’t stand up right now because my magic resistance is a bit low.” Ian nodded with satisfaction, continuing to enjoy the pleasure of his experience points soaring.
Being attacked by the “Imaginer’s” methods.
How could this not be considered taking magic damage?
Watching time fly by.
【 Berserker LV6〔3/320〕】
【 Strength: 46——48】
【 Constitution: 61.5——63.4】
【 Intelligence: 4.3——4.4】
【 Spirit: 31.2——31.5】
Ian leveled up again under Madison’s “life support.” This also meant Ian had a new means of escape – he actually always had a backup plan.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have appeared so calm.
“I can’t anymore.”
Madison had held on for several minutes, her weak magic finally depleted. Her face grew paler, and she finally leaned back slightly, collapsing onto the ground.
“Really, not a drop left?”
Ian asked tentatively.
“Mmm, no magic left at all.”
The blonde girl panted, her head feeling heavy.
“I’m sorry, I probably can’t save you…” Her voice was filled with guilt, blaming herself for her insufficient abilities. Sometimes, human powerlessness can truly break a person’s spirit.
“Indeed, you can’t save me. If you don’t find a way to move this big guy, it would be a miracle if you could save me.” Ian expressed his understanding in a gentle tone.
“…”
Madison’s expression froze instantly.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” She angrily rushed forward, attempting to extend her small claws, trying to move the aircraft carrier that was many times larger than her house.
However, a witch is just a witch.
Her frail body naturally couldn’t budge such a steel behemoth.
“Never mind why I didn’t say it earlier. Anyway, I’m dying, so I need to tell you something.” Ian suddenly adopted the tone of someone speaking their last words.
“What is it?” Madison kicked the aircraft carrier, swelling her toe, and hopped back, looking at Ian with teary eyes.
“Come closer.”
Ian beckoned Madison.
“Mhm.”
Madison quickly moved closer.
“Actually, you were tricked by me that day. I picked up that orange on the ground, and the mold on it was indeed not fruit powder.” Ian’s hand reached for the backpack behind Madison again.
Just a little bit more.
“Come closer, and I’ll tell you another secret.”
He spoke.
Madison was quite bewildered by Ian’s “dying words.”
“No, at this point, why are you still talking about oranges?” Although Madison couldn’t help but complain, she moved a little closer after hearing Ian’s words.
“What secret?”
Madison asked.
And at this moment.
Ian finally grabbed her backpack.
“The secret is… I actually bought you an orange, but it was so delicious that I accidentally ate it all myself.” He grabbed Madison’s backpack and pulled it towards him.
After opening it.
It was filled to the brim with food.
“The countdown only requires me to maintain a hunger state, it didn’t say I couldn’t eat a little. Indeed, only when starving do I gain true insight.”
Ian stuffed snacks into his mouth, sandwiches. Indeed, just like when he drank cola before, the countdown to unlocking the new profession 【 Entropy Lord】 had not reset.
Not having to stuff food directly into my stomach.
It feels great.
“？？？？？”
Madison was completely stunned by Ian’s actions.
“I think you need to take your medicine again.”
She was silent for a moment.
And uttered her heartfelt sentiment.
“Too bad you don’t have medicine. Why did you even bring cosmetics when fleeing…” Ian drank something he shouldn’t have, and it tasted terrible.
Madison’s makeup remover was mistaken for mineral water by him.
However, it was better than nothing.
【 Savage Tyrant Experience +1】
After all, it still gave a little experience.
“I came out to seek rescue, so of course I have to dress up prettily. Haven’t you watched zombie movies? Only the most beautiful woman can survive until the end.”
Madison provided an explanation.
However, Ian did not agree with her statement.
Of course, Ian didn’t argue. After all, the truth would actually be that zombie movies turn into adult films, and such plot developments are not suitable for children. He felt he should consider his deskmate’s mental health.
“What is this?”
Inside Madison’s backpack, Ian found something familiar: over thirty bottles of blue potions 【 without Kryptonian Gene】, almost filling the bottom layer of Madison’s backpack.
They might be the latest version, as the bottles had become more refined.
“Zombie virus antidote?”
Madison said uncertainly.
“I picked them up on the road, they were floating in mid-air.”
She stated the origin of these potions.
“You are truly my lucky star! Little punk girl, believe in my cult, I’ll make you the Pope!” Ian’s heartfelt praise made the bewildered Madison a little embarrassed.
“Gulp gulp gulp~”
Ian drank them directly.
Seeing this.
Madison was suddenly shocked.
“It might also be the original zombie virus.”
She was perhaps deeply influenced by movie and TV series culture.
“It’s okay, I don’t have the passive of turning into a zombie after death.”
Ian drank all the enhancement potions in one go.
【 Savage Tyrant Experience +6】
【 Savage Tyrant Experience +7】
……
【 Savage Tyrant Lv4〔16/80〕】
……
【 Savage Tyrant Lv5〔34/160〕】
……
One must admit, this was truly a hearty leveling up. Indeed, danger and opportunity always coexist. Ian gradually understood the meaning of his existence as an 【 Independent NPC】.
To say that the little punk girl appearing here was mere coincidence, he didn’t believe it from the bottom of his heart. Metropolis was so vast, how could such a coincidence occur?
Leveling up twice.
Coupled with the quality upgrade automatically provided by 【 Perfect God Body】, Ian’s base attributes also reached a new height. He felt strength in his uncrushed upper body.
His muscles trembled, not from fatigue, but from a rhythm of reinforcement and reshaping. Every fiber rearranged itself, as if an ancient gene hidden within was awakening. His heartbeat quickened, but no longer with hurried panic, but like the beating of war drums, with an unprecedented rhythm and power.
【 Strength: 48——62】
【 Constitution: 63.4——80】
【 Intelligence: 4.4——4.8】
【 Spirit: 31.5——36】
It was an extremely remarkable improvement.
The biggest gain was from the automated quality upgrade of 【 Perfect God Body】.
“Indeed, I still need to find a way to unlock the subsequent advanced professions for Berserker.” Ian’s vision was now incredibly clear, even the dust floating in the air seemed slow and discernible.
His hearing also became sharper. The sound of collapsing buildings in the distance, the low hum of dream power flowing, even the vibration of his own breathing was amplified several times and transmitted to his mind.
Most importantly, he could finally learn *that* skill!
【 Absolute Aerial: You will gain a bio-electric field for flight. Above the sky, you are the tyrant who controls everything. Looking down on all beings is your innate privilege.】
Without hesitation, he learned it.
Ian immediately felt a new change in his body.
It was a feeling of being somewhat similar yet different.
“Bio-electric field, but only for flight… Perhaps upgrading it will make it more complete?” Ian could sense this bio-electric field flowing like liquid mercury along the surface of his skin.
In a state of silence.
“For the Savage Tyrant profession, I still have two skill points. I can use one more and reserve one.” Ian locked onto a certain position in the 【 Savage Tyrant】 skills.
【 Contemptuous Leap: You can teleport within your field of vision. Upon flashing, you can leave behind a 「 Tyrant Afterimage」, which can be detonated at any time to heavily injure your enemies.】
It was still full of the game-like feel as always.
However.
Ian liked it very much.
He had long desired this skill, but had not yet reached the level to learn it.
“Praise my new Pope.” Ian activated the skill, but did not leave an afterimage. His body instantly escaped the pressure, appearing behind Madison, who was caught off guard.
He then activated the ability of 【 Self-Healing Tide】. The withered flesh of his lower body regenerated at a visible speed, causing Madison to step back several paces with a look of utter astonishment.
“It can still do this?”
She was greatly shocked.
Her worldview was refreshed once again.
“Why can’t it do this?”
Ian moved his body, which had reached new peaks. His stomach grew hungrier, but instead of drinking fuel No. 666, he picked up the seemingly dead Demon Head.
“I knew it, the great Ian God was merely testing all beings,” the Demonic Minotaur quickly offered its flattery, though Ian wasn’t planning any punishment for it.
“Weren’t you dying? I mourned for you for so long!” Madison glared with wide eyes, unable to recover from the rapidly changing atmosphere.
“I was indeed dying just now, but I silently recited Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, B, A and came back to life.” Ian was still skilled at spouting nonsense with a straight face.
“Is that so? Magic?”
Madison still liked to pretend to understand, she forced herself to calm down, and acted as if she had suddenly realized what was happening, appearing as if she had already understood.
Her acting skills were indeed good.
“Yes, yes, yes, magic. I have a lot of magic. If you join the cult, I’ll teach it all to you. You won’t even have to wait for me to die, you can directly become the Supreme Pope of the Ian Cult.”
Ian began to persuade her.
“Uh…”
Madison found Ian’s words ridiculous.
Yet, she didn’t know why she felt a little tempted.
“This is the power of bewitchment.”
The Demon Head, held in Ian’s hand, provided an explanation for Madison. It was slapped directly on the face by Ian twice, and then it obediently shut its mouth.
“No oranges today. Hold onto this, and don’t move from here. I’ll be right back.” Ian handed the Demonic Minotaur to Madison.
The main reason was that Madison was too weak and needed some form of protection.
After all, she was a super wet nurse, and not very smart. Ian definitely had to protect such a qualified subordinate, as they were always a scarce resource.
“Again?”
Madison looked suspicious.
But then Ian shot straight up into the sky.
“Do you know your pants are completely ruined?”
she shouted at Ian.
Someone pretended not to hear, without saying who.
“I’m going to give that old witch a big percentage shock!” Ian grabbed a pair of pants and put them on, changed his clothes, and then flew towards the old witch like a cannonball.
A sonic boom cloud erupted behind him.
Just then.
“Swoosh~”
A figure in red and blue streaked across the sky.
It was faster than Ian.
The commotion it stirred up.
Was like a special effect that had five million more yuan put into it than Ian’s.
“Huh? Dad? No!”
A startled voice rang out, followed by confusion.
It was Superman—but it didn’t seem like the real Superman. Before Ian could be surprised, he noticed something was wrong; the Superman flying towards the Sorceress Supreme looked incredibly pale.
And there were many black veins through which green liquid seemed to flow.
His Super Vision captured it accurately.
“My dad isn’t this slow!” Ian quickly looked forward and saw that the imitation dad’s face was like a zombie’s as he charged directly at the Sorceress Supreme.
“Die!”
His voice was extremely hoarse.
Dry, as if squeezed from his throat.
“Rumble!”
The Sorceress Supreme, having been ambushed by Ian, was on high alert. She unleashed Mind Control on the zombie Superman, and instantly, the Superman, dripping with viscous fluid, cried out in pain.
This move didn’t work on Ian.
But it seemed to be extremely effective against the zombie Superman.
“Ahhh!”
The zombie Superman let out a pained roar, his eyes glowing a sickly green.
“Damn! Fel Energy! Clone? Parallel Universe?” Ian recognized the energy fluctuations. He watched in disbelief as he hovered in mid-air.
“Squeak squeak squeak~”
The zombie Superman shot Fel Energy beams from his eyes, directly at the Sorceress Supreme. However, the beam, which illuminated more than half the city, was easily blocked by the Sorceress Supreme’s dozens of Dreamscape barriers.
When not facing Ian.
All her abilities worked very well.
“You annoying insects!” the Sorceress Supreme roared. With a wave of her hand, she used Magic to blast the zombie Superman away, then enveloped him with Dreamscape power.
Blasted away.
The zombie Superman, who had crashed through buildings, just rushed out.
Suddenly.
His eyes became vacant, and he fell like a broken puppet, enveloped in a dreamy bubble—this weakened Superman was indeed not Ian’s father.
He was more than a little weaker.
“Now it’s my turn, Sorceress Supreme, you’ve let this city down again!” Ian charged forward quickly. His voice seemed to elicit a conditioned response from the Sorceress Supreme.
“Impossible! How are you still alive!”
She hadn’t even noticed Ian at all just now.
This made Ian furious.
“You old fool with no imagination, what do you know about impossible? For you to be able to defeat me, that would be impossible!” Ian Teleported directly in front of the Sorceress Supreme. He didn’t give her a chance to use her trick again, grabbed the Sorceress Supreme’s mouth, and shoved a handful of pills into her stomach.
The turbulent Dreamscape power didn’t hinder Ian at all, as if someone was interfering from the shadows.
“What did you give me!”
Thrown onto a floating stone slab by Ian, the Sorceress Supreme’s face was filled with terror. She frantically clawed at her throat, only to see Ian float forward and nail her hands with rebar.
“Sleeping pills. Be grateful to Free America, it allowed you to have two thousand, extra-large sleeping pills.” He grabbed the Sorceress Supreme’s chin.
He shoved the entire bottle of two thousand sleeping pills into her stomach.
“Why! Why are you doing this to me!” The Sorceress Supreme’s face contorted, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across her skin. Dreamscape power seeped out from the widening fissures.
Like countless tiny light snakes slithering through the air. She tried to cast magic, but Ian directly ripped out her tongue and then crushed her throat.
“Master Ian has never been so seriously injured in his life. I can break my own legs, but you cannot.” Ian then dislocated the Sorceress Supreme’s jaw.
“I don’t kill people, but Morpheus might.” Ian just watched as the Sorceress Supreme, unable to withstand the medication, started foaming at the mouth, rolling her eyes, her already dilapidated body becoming even more burdened. The old witch wasn’t asleep, nor was she drowsy, but the intense pain seemed to be the last straw that crushed her.
Just then.
“Whoosh~”
A rushing sound came from the Sorceress Supreme’s crushed throat. The cracks on her skin continued to widen, and her entire body looked like a porcelain vase about to shatter.
Seeing this, Ian didn’t hesitate and instantly Teleported backward.
“Boom—!!!”
The next moment.
The Sorceress Supreme exploded.
She was self-detonated by her uncontrollable Dreamscape power.
Countless Dreamscape powers surged out like a tide, no longer controlled, but frantically converging in one direction. The dream bubbles that had enveloped the city began to dissipate.
The imprisoned people gradually broke free from the dreamscape, but they didn’t immediately wake up. Their eyes turned to the distance. Ian was about to charge in the direction where the Dreamscape power was flowing.
Suddenly.
“Ahhh!”
The Sorceress Supreme’s wail suddenly rang out.
“Can live even better than me?”
Ian was extremely surprised. He turned his head and saw a twisted, black, mist-like substance drifting out of the Sorceress Supreme’s exploded corpse. The substance constantly changed shape in mid-air, sometimes extending tentacles, sometimes revealing a human face, even staining the residual Dreamscape power around it a murky purple-black.
The trees were not spared. Their branches and leaves became twisted and strange under the erosion of this black mist, the branches like withered arms reaching towards the sky, as if begging for something. The color of the leaves also became extremely vibrant, yet exuded a very unnatural, eerie scent.
Red, purple, and blue leaves intertwined, colorful, yet monstrous and evil. Ian even saw some leaves that had opened eyes.
Yes.
They had eyes!
And more than one eye!
“What the hell is this thing?”
Ian’s golden pupils contracted to pinprick size. Feeling his sanity plummeting, his eyes burst forth with a golden light as dazzling as the sun, and a scorching beam shot directly at the twisted soul.
However.
The black mist writhed like a living thing, completely absorbing the light, as if treating it as nourishment—they were definitely not the kind of things that feared light and sunshine.
Even darker, more bizarre.
“My backup body! I want it! I want it! Damn it! This was supposed to be preparation for ascension!” The twisted, monstrous soul let out a shrill shriek.
It fixed its target.
It flew towards Madison, who was standing in a deep pit below, not moving an inch, as if she had been punished. It was clear that Madison had remained conscious during this disaster for a reason.
The old witch had ill intentions towards her.
Seeing a rolling black mist rushing towards her, Madison, terrified, raised the Demon Head she was holding.
“Aaaah~~~”
The Demon Head was not flustered; it even wanted to be greedy.
“Anything goes? That thing is not to be trifled with; after eating it, your head might grow little feet.” Ian didn’t want his trash can to turn into some kind of twisted monster.
He used Teleportation within his field of vision and appeared in front of Madison first.
“Good thing I’m always well-prepared and learned the skills I should have.” Ian used 【Blood of Rage】 to ignite his blood and blasted it towards the monster soul rushing at him.
His skin suddenly turned crimson.
Dense blood vessels spread across his body like burning fuses.
“Hiss—!”
The moment his fist contacted the black mist soul, a sound like a hot iron hitting water erupted. The monster soul let out an unearthly scream and began to flee frantically.
“Trying to run?” Ian had now transformed into a living torch, every drop of his blood burning. He used his Flight ability to chase after the black mist, unleashing relentless attacks.
With every punch, he dissipated a portion of the soul.
Ian was getting thinner, while that bizarre soul was getting smaller. This was a fight to the death, but luckily, Ian didn’t have much blood, but his life was incredibly resilient.
He couldn’t die at all.
“This is what a Super Saiyan is like.” After smashing the opponent’s soul, Ian had only turned into a desiccated husk, but the Berserker’s passive actually made his strength even greater.
This was the benefit of multiple professions working together.
“Laughable, turning into a monster, and still so weak. Do you know the shock of percentage true damage?” Ian’s percentage true damage was added based on the amount of blood he lost.
So he had only lost about a third of his blood and gained the 【Severe Blood Loss】 negative status, but the Sorceress Supreme’s soul was already hammered down to a tiny fragment by him.
It was still writhing.
But it was no bigger than a palm.
Just as Ian hesitated whether to break his vow.
Suddenly.
The world froze.
This was a state Ian hadn’t experienced in a long time.
He was already used to it.
And he had a definite guess in his mind.
“Is this another external world pollution like before?” Ian took the remnant soul in his hand and handed it to Miss Death, who had appeared beside him at some unknown time.
“That’s right,” Miss Death nodded and handed him a cup of bubbling coffee. Ian drank it in one gulp, and his shriveled body quickly returned to normal, like an inflatable doll.
“And a home-cooked meal?”
He nervously glanced at the system interface—fortunately, the countdown for 【Entropy Lord】 had not reset, perhaps due to the fact that Ian was still very hungry.
“This isn’t right.”
Miss Death was accustomed to ignoring Ian’s nonsensical ramblings. She extinguished the black mist on the soul fragment, her brow furrowed, “There’s no Cosmic Fragment, nor any complete Information.”
“This is just a wisp of pollution?”
Her tone was filled with a hint of surprise and uncertainty.
“Where is your Omniscience?”
Ian leaned in to observe. Miss Death smelled so good, but it was the scent of Gourmet Food. The damned hunger made Ian want to gnaw on anything he saw.
Could this be considered treading the old path of Star Eater?
“Most of the time, when we say Omniscience, it’s actually Omniscience within this universe. After analyzing other lower-level universes, we can also obtain all the information of the other universe.”
“However, this time, it’s clearly not a low-level universe, and they are very cunning.” Miss Death’s fingertips glowed with a faint light, showing Ian her analysis results.
There was nothing.
“Morpheus might have been defeated by this universe. And it seems that some of the pollution he suffered was even absorbed by this foolish witch as power.”
Miss Death’s voice carried a hint of wistfulness.
“Witches are like that.”
Ian blinked, not making any further judgment.
“Regardless, you need to find Morpheus and ask him what exactly happened.” Miss Death rubbed her fingers together, and the Sorceress Supreme’s final soul residue turned to ash.
The people she killed.
Had nothing to do with Ian.
“He should be over there. Perhaps you can ask him yourself.” Ian pointed in the direction where the Dreamscape power was flowing; these were the things that were still moving in this frozen world.
“I cannot go.”
Miss Death replied concisely.
But she didn’t explain why.
“Hmm?”
Ian looked at Miss Death with suspicion.
Facing Ian’s peculiar gaze.
She sighed lightly, “Just consider this your story. Every Superhero has their own story, and in this story, they are always the most special.”
“Aren’t they?”
Miss Death’s voice carried a deep, profound feeling.
“So, you admit I’m a Superhero now?” Ian’s focus was elsewhere, his eyes shining. He didn’t give Miss Death a chance to retort.
“This is official recognition. If you had praised me as a Superhero earlier, I would have worked even harder, harder than just now. After all, I will naturally protect my beloved Metropolis!”
His voice was resolute, and he smiled broadly, clearly showing off.
“…”
Miss Death felt that she didn’t mean that, and also felt that Ian’s words had a different meaning.
She wanted to speak but stopped. However, seeing Ian’s passionate expression, she weighed her options and finally remained silent, not correcting Ian in time.
“Find Morpheus.”
Miss Death left a final instruction.
She disappeared.
The world resumed its flow.
……
The great battle was over.
The sky was no longer a twisted vortex.
It had returned to its original state—azure and vast, as if never tainted by dream power. Clouds drifted slowly, and sunlight shone into every corner of the city.
Illuminating the streets that had once been swallowed by darkness.
The land had also been restored.
The jumbled space was gently set right as if by an unseen hand. Collapsed buildings slowly rose, shattered glass healed on its own, and broken trees regrew their branches.
It was as if a nightmare was slowly waking up. Perhaps the owner of the dream power still had consciousness; before withdrawing, they had almost completely repaired what had been destroyed.
Of course.
There were exceptions.
The plants that had been polluted and mutated by the black mist still retained their grotesque forms.
Like ill-fitting works of art.
Bizarre and strange.
And carrying an air of evil and terror.
As the saying goes, either don’t do good deeds at all, or see them through to the end.
Ian floated in mid-air.
Golden rays shot precisely from his eyes.
He ignited and destroyed the twisted vegetation one by one. The burning mutated trees let out strange whimpers, and then one by one, he incinerated them into ashes and dust in the universe.
Because the influence wasn’t deep.
There wasn’t much black mist billowing out.
Along the way, people gradually awoke from their slumber, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion.
“What was I… doing just now?”
“I dreamed I turned into a butterfly…”
“Didn’t you always want to be a butterfly?”
……
In the restless crowd.
An injured child sat on the ground crying.
His nose was running and tears streamed down his face; he had clearly experienced something terrifying in his dream. Ian passed by and, using five US dollars forcefully acquired from another dazed child nearby, exchanged it for a lollipop.
He knew how to comfort an injured child.
“Crackle~”
Ian took a bite himself first, comforting the child who had been the most severely injured. He found it quite good and was satisfied. Then, he handed the remaining half of the lollipop to the crybaby. At this moment, a well-dressed professional woman hurried over. Ian recognized her as the real estate agent from the elevator who was going to “discuss a contract” with a client.
Now, her makeup was exquisite, her suit and skirt immaculate, and she was searching everywhere for her child—Ian casually grabbed the child, who was using the eggshell he had given him to play Ultraman, and thrust him into the woman’s hands.
“Thank you.”
The woman quickly expressed her gratitude.
Ian turned and left.
He continued to clear the twisted tree spirits that were scattered throughout the city center. Not far away, the two gay men who had been enjoying their time together in the dream on 【husband island】 also woke up.
“I knew it was you! Cameron! You were flirting with that muscular guy!”
“You were the one staring at that surf instructor first! Mitchell, don’t think I didn’t notice!”
The two of them argued fiercely.
However.
When they saw Ian passing by and burning away the strange trees with his heat rays, they immediately stopped arguing and simultaneously exclaimed in unison, “So cool.”
“Get lost, get lost, don’t interfere with me fixing my city.”
Ian continued burning mutated plants without looking back. He respected diversity, but that didn’t mean he approved of it. Ancestor people wanted to curse those staring at them, so let them curse.
“If you keep staring at me, I’ll let you experience the heat of the sun.”
Ian’s threat was powerful, and the light from his eyes was terrifying. The two men were greatly alarmed and quickly turned to flee, clearly scared stiff by Ian’s threat.
As police sirens grew louder, Ian knew the main event was about to begin. He quickly pulled a spare pair of stockings from his pocket and put them on his head, ready by the time the first police cars arrived.
“I did my best.”
Military helicopters, police, and numerous armchair generals arrived. Ian was waiting for this moment. He faced the camera and admitted that the entire event was his accomplishment.
He had thwarted the evil witch’s conspiracy.
His description of the writer’s ability to embellish facts was vivid. His talent was no longer confined to novels; in reality, he had found a direction to apply his talents.
“It was a dark and stormy night,” Ian began in a deep, magnetic voice, even though the sun was shining brightly. “No, it should be said that it was a dusk where dreams and reality intertwined! The Sorceress Supreme—an old hag who had lived for eight hundred years—attempted to meddle with our pure dreams with her wrinkled fingers!”
“Could I agree? Of course not! Superman might have surrendered, but I, Stocking Superman, the new era’s Superman, will absolutely not allow any evil forces to defile Metropolis!”
“She tried to bewitch me, promising to make me the president of the new world. However, I firmly told her that I, Stocking Superman, would never collude with any evil elements!”
……
The powerful and resonant speech.
Was Ian’s embellishment of reality during the interview.
He would casually spout fantastical descriptions like “punched him fifty thousand meters away,” accompanied by the explanation that as he punched, nine heavens’ thunder was invoked, and within a thousand-mile radius, all birds fell and all vegetation lay prostrate.
“As my fist fell, heaven and earth trembled, spatial rifts appeared, and it seemed as if ancient gods and demons were whispering.” The reporters had never heard anything like it; each one was stunned and wide-eyed.
They didn’t quite understand.
But from the bottom of their hearts, they felt it was amazing.
In the distance.
General Ryan stood with his hands on his hips, already mentally exhausted. He didn’t know how many waves of forces he had intercepted that wanted to apprehend Ian. He felt like a relentless machine for blocking people.
“That’s right, it was all me! I mean, I solved it all! I dealt with that mad witch by myself; she possessed terrifying power and almost plunged the entire world into eternal damnation.” Ian also knew how to elevate his opponent, fitting the Scarlet Witch’s template onto the old, useless Sorceress Supreme.
“Please follow the 【Superhero Popularity Center】 and give me a like.” Ian’s strenuous promotion was not without reason; he could feel his rather ethereal magic power increasing.
Perhaps.
Is this how Demon Gods operate?
In any case, he had figured out a way to cultivate magic power independently, as he hadn’t been able to find a second qualified Pal for the “【Leader LV1 (1/10)】” profession yet.
The little punk girl was good.
But both the little punk girl and Morpheus had been thrown into Hellcat by him—after the Sorceress Supreme died, the little punk girl directly fell unconscious, her body burning hot as if undergoing evolution.
As for Morpheus.
Ian found the man in a ruin by following the flow of dream power. It should be Morpheus; the scent on him was as alluring as Miss Death’s.
“Damn 【Entropy Lord】, was I awakening strange things while starving?” Ian cursed inwardly, but outwardly, he was cheerfully and positively accepting the interview.
His smile appeared somewhat frightening under the stocking mask.
“Boom~”
Suddenly.
A sound of landing echoed from behind.
The reporters exclaimed.
Pretending not to hear their exclamations, Ian felt a shadow engulf him.
He didn’t turn around.
He shot straight into the sky, trying to escape.
However.
No matter how clever the quick-witted one is, speed cannot match that of an old father—Ian was directly grabbed by the ankle by Superman and pulled down from mid-air to stand on the ground.
“Hammer’s Sky Tyrant.”
Ian had been thoroughly deceived by the system.
He looked at Superman, whose gaze was serious.
His brain worked at high speed.
“Where is that person? The green one.” Fortunately, Superman didn’t pull out a pack of cigarettes on the spot. He merely questioned Ian, his tone suggesting an unwillingness to ask directly.
“Over there, he flew that way.”
Ian honestly pointed in the direction of a factory belonging to Luthor. He hadn’t actually seen where the zombie Superman had gone in the end, but that didn’t affect his honesty.
Anyway, if you check ten of Luthor’s factories, eleven of them are likely to have problems.
“You will tell me everything you did here when we get back.”
Superman gave Ian a deep look and then shot into the sky again. Before Ian could even blink, his figure had completely disappeared from his sight.
“Strange, can’t he hear the commotion of that fake Superman?” Ian wondered, but facing the camera, he straightened his mood and smiled again.
“As you can see, Superman has been driven away by me. Let’s continue.” His statement once again stunned the reporters; they felt Ian was treating them as if they were deaf and fooling them.
Some reporters could roughly guess what was going on.
However.
They did not speak. The reporters, who had retreated dozens of steps due to Superman’s appearance, exchanged glances for a moment, then quickly surrounded him again to continue the interview.
News in America, right?
The truth is unimportant.
After all, in this information age, who would go against traffic? To be a reporter, one cannot speak the truth; the news values ratings, and the boss looks at profit.
Newspeople who chase the truth have no livelihood—except for the lucky Kent, who always stumbles upon big news and hasn’t been crushed yet, and lucky Kent’s wife.
……
He didn’t expect that the 【Savage Tyrant】 wouldn’t bring the ability to gain attention for leveling up, but rather the identity of 【Demon God of Dimensions】 allowed Ian to thoroughly enjoy the increase in strength after being worshipped.
Magic power is also his strength.
It’s just that he doesn’t know how to use it yet.
Time quickly passed into the evening.
Ian could endure it, but the reporters’ cameras and their flesh-and-blood bodies seemed unable to hold on much longer. Thus, today’s magic power cultivation session would likely have to end here.
“Thank you all for your support!”
He also gave each reporter a five-hundred-dollar fee for their hard work. He truly understood social graces. The reporters, who had been quite resentful initially, immediately became happy and smiling after receiving the red envelopes.
Within their hearts, drafts about 【Stocking Superman】 were gradually forming. After interviewing superheroes for so many years, who had ever seen a superhero who paid money without a word?
If not for this, who would they praise?
Who else would they praise?
Ian and the reporters left, both satisfied.
“Today was so fulfilling.” Ian slid into the Hellcat’s driver’s seat, tossing the deflated wallet into the car. Madison, in the passenger seat, was burning up, her skin flushed with an abnormal redness, her magic power surging through her like a broken dam. Ian reached out and poked her cheek—scalding hot.
“I need to go buy an egg to test it.”
Ian confirmed that Madison wouldn’t die. He turned to look at the back seat. Morpheus, the Sandman, was slumped on the genuine leather seat like a drunkard. The lord of dreams had no majesty whatsoever at this moment.
His pale skin had a sickly gray hue, and his long black hair was messily stuck to his forehead. His slender limbs were twisted grotesquely—like a life-sized doll that had been played with by a bratty child.
“Actually, it was the old witch who messed with it.” Ian didn’t know how to wake Morpheus and was considering whether to send a prayer to Miss Death for advice.
Suddenly.
“Pfft~”
A farting sound echoed.
It was the sound of the genuine leather seat cushion being compressed.
Then.
Morpheus suddenly sprang up as if he had come back from the dead.
“That diary… they… they sent a diary…” The Sandman’s eyes were hazy, and he murmured like a sleepwalker, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.
“I was ambushed.”
He clutched his head as if in great pain, but he didn’t unleash any terrifying power that would blow up Metropolis along with Ian into space.
“Big Shot! Wake up! You’re alright now!” Ian quickly shoved a can of mustard into Morpheus’s mouth, attempting to use the bitterness to help Morpheus regain consciousness.
This trick was highly unlikely to work on supreme beings.
However.
There were also rare occasions when the unexpected happened.
Just like now.
“Hiss~”
Morpheus’s face contorted.
He was awake.
His eyes were incredibly clear.
“I’m the one who should be ‘hissing~’. Big Shot is really in a low-health state.” Most of Ian’s actions were meaningful, and his tests provided him with information.
“Who are you?” Morpheus awkwardly took the water Ian offered. Anyone who came would hardly believe that this gurgling, drinking person was a top-tier existence in the universe.
The Endless Family.
The supreme concept of the DC universe.
The first generation master of the Dream World.
“Also, who am I?”
At this moment.
Such an existence, after drinking the water, asked a question that utterly bewildered Ian.
“Amnesia? How classic?”
Ian was stunned.
“Who did you say you were just now?”
Morpheus, bewildered, asked again.
Hearing this.
Ian, who had originally only intended to use kindness to gain favor, immediately had a firm look in his eyes.
“I am your father.”
Ian’s voice was also very certain.
He thought of the previous agreement with Miss Death.
To be a person.
One must boldly seize opportunities.
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