Chapter 110: God Of Speed! The Flash In Peril! [122k]
Under the Metropolis night sky.
There were no clouds.
The stars were bright.
A Boeing passenger jet was flying smoothly at high altitude.
Of course, even though it was flying smoothly now, it didn’t change the fact that the oxygen masks in the cabin had all dropped, and the windows had cracked due to the engine explosion earlier.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking.” A voice that had given up on everything came from the speaker. “We are currently flying very, very high… we won’t die for now.”
He no longer knew how to comfort the frightened passengers. After all, even the most experienced flight attendant team, if they came here, would probably just exclaim that they had never seen such a bizarre situation in their lives.
From fear.
To shock.
And from shock to disbelief.
The passengers now, like the captain, had a somewhat resigned attitude towards tonight’s encounter.
“Mom, did we die in a plane crash?”
A small child asked his mother with a hint of confusion.
“Dying, but not yet dead. Perhaps, this is like death.” The woman in uniform seemed to have turned into a philosopher. Everyone on the plane was now in a very peaceful mental state.
There was no longer the panic and fear from the engine explosion earlier.
【 My dearest wife… 】 Inside the luxurious first-class cabin, a business elite dressed in a suit and leather shoes was writing vigorously on parchment with a pure gold pen.
Many people had written wills before.
This will was the tenth version after the business elite had refined it. The first nine versions were too emotional; this version included a detailed property distribution table and a tax optimization plan.
Of course.
He also removed the inheritance rights of his mistresses three, four, five, and seven.
“I told you earlier, for those who would listen to me, not to get on the plane. I saw it, I saw the plane lose control and crash. This is the Grim Reaper chasing us, and none of you believed me.” A freckled college boy’s voice was hoarse as he slumped in his chair, completely out of strength to struggle.
“The Grim Reaper has never been here; we must believe in God.”
A priest took the opportunity to preach to the boy, but the boy just gave him a white eye. However, the priest was not discouraged. He was dedicated to spreading God’s glory to every boy.
The atmosphere in the cabin was a bit heavy.
The passengers heard no music, only the “shoo shoo shoo~” sound coming from the cracked windows, accompanied by a “woo woo” sound like a giant vacuum cleaner that had swallowed a fishbone.
Outside.
Underneath the plane, unobservable by anyone, Ian was holding up the plane with both hands, happily circling over Metropolis. He wasn’t just celebrating his level-up and gaining flight.
This was a form of training.
Originally.
He was just overlooking the Metropolis night view, but the plane’s engine exploded right before his eyes. As the Son of Superman, he naturally couldn’t turn a blind eye like Homelander.
After kicking away a red-robed Grim Reaper lurking outside the window, Ian also displayed his great power. His bio-electric field became active after he flew off the ground.
This bio-electric field could be activated once Ian started flying. As long as Ian’s feet were not on the ground, he could extend it, unleashing the true family traditional skill.
Saving a big plane.
In the beginning, it was a bit strenuous for Ian to enclose the entire plane with his bio-electric field, but now he was completely at ease. The reason was that his bio-electric field was growing.
Yes, growing.
Not adapting.
With irrefutable proof, Ian didn’t need to worry about his abilities going out of control. Learning was like commanding his own arm, so Ian wouldn’t find excuses to torment the passengers and crew.
The reason he held the big plane and flew several laps was different from the reason he circled his house hundreds of times; the latter was simply because he wanted to celebrate learning to fly.
As for the former.
It was naturally because he discovered the “Perfect God Body” 【 with growth potential 】, and it might also be influencing other “Savage Tyrant” 】 skills. This was a very good opportunity for growth.
Even in Metropolis.
It wasn’t every day that Ian could pick up a plane for leveling up that had crashed.
After all, Superman’s main business was in this area.
“The world laughs at my madness, and I laugh at the world for not seeing through it.”
Ian flew the plane close to the “sea” level and, with just one glance at the brightly lit city across the moat, flew directly towards Metropolis Airport.
This time.
Ian had learned his lesson.
He didn’t call any reporters among his parents.
He only dialed the phone numbers of reporters he didn’t know.
“Hello? Is this the Social News Department of the 《 Daily Planet 》? I’m a Metropolis citizen. I just saw a passenger plane with 237 passengers have its right engine fail and was about to complete its daily crash, but luckily, the new generation guardian of Metropolis, the invincible Stocking Superman, appeared in time and held up the plane with his strong arms.”
“Is this the Daily Mail? I witnessed a disaster, but Stocking Superman saved everything. He held up the plane and performed a difficult triple-and-a-half turn in the air… Don’t ask if the passengers vomited, but Superman definitely couldn’t do that. Wait! I haven’t even gotten to the most exciting part yet!”
“Metropolis Times? I have news. Huh? What? My voice sounds like the person who reported fake news earlier, slandering Batman for illegal transactions with a Black woman in an alley?”
“Stop messing around, this is real news this time.”
“No, you misheard. I didn’t admit to anything—No, what do you mean you can help me hire a lawyer? Do you think I can’t hire a lawyer myself!”
…
Batman’s phone is still so good.
Even though Ian had bitten off half of it earlier, the remaining half was still strong enough. Wayne Enterprises lived up to its reputation, at least in terms of quality, far surpassing most technology companies.
While making a call.
Ian flew towards Metropolis Airport. He flew at ultra-low altitude along the lake at the border of Metropolis and Gotham, creating two spectacular water curtains with the airflow generated by his high-speed flight.
At the same time.
As Ian approached the city boundary.
In another city across the great lake.
The atmosphere in the Batcave was gloomy.
Bruce Wayne, Master Wayne, was staring at the computer screen.
He was racking his brain on how to crack Ian’s black box permissions.
And then remove the 【 Gotham Must-Eat List 】 that was posted on gay dating websites all over the world.
However.
As Ian approached the border.
“Buzzzzz~”
The alarm sounded like a symphony orchestra playing 《 Alarm Rhapsody 》.
At this moment.
Master Wayne, who had always maintained a calm demeanor, suddenly panicked.
He was greatly shocked.
He quickly picked up his communication device.
“Hurry and take Damian to my newly repaired safe house,” Bruce instructed the Butler Hero over the phone in an extremely serious tone.
“Did something big happen?”
Butler Alfred was also startled. He had never heard Bruce sound so grave, not even during the Arkham riots or when the Joker was causing trouble. To the point of needing to hide the young master. What kind of crisis was this that required Batman to prepare so solemnly?
Have aliens invaded Earth again and again?
“Do as I say,” Batman’s tone was urgent, after all, Ian’s threat still echoed in his ears, and he had indeed investigated Ian’s social circle over the years.
Ian liked to surf the internet.
His friend list did indeed include members of organizations who liked to harm younger brothers of rich people.
That boy.
Really didn’t lie!
“The Kent family is my nemesis!” Bruce said as he put on his battle suit and transformed into Batman, performing a series of operations on his computer at high speed.
As a result.
The large screens on the “seaside” buildings in Gotham were almost entirely invaded, displaying the words 【 No Entry 】, and fireworks were continuously bursting in the sky.
Forming icons to drive away 【 Dirty Things 】.
Regarding this.
Ian was unaware.
“Is Gotham celebrating New Year’s tonight?”
He merely saw fireworks above Gotham City while flying and looked surprised, but then he thought about the mental state of Gotham’s residents and felt it was quite reasonable.
That hellhole.
All sorts of bizarre events unfolded every day.
Unlike Metropolis.
Quiet and peaceful. At Metropolis International Airport, reporters had already set up their cameras. Ian slowly landed with the plane, having prepared himself for an interview.
“Hiss, he’s still flying, his feet are… one centimeter from the ground?” A sharp-eyed reporter noticed the issue with Ian’s stance and asked a question filled with utter confusion.
“It’s normal. If I don’t fly, how will the world know that I also stand in the sky?” In fact, Ian didn’t want to expose his weakness; he could only put down the large plane by maintaining his flying state.
After all, once his feet touched the ground.
The dormancy of his bio-electric field would inevitably cause the passenger jet to collapse, and he would be crushed by the large plane, exposing himself. Currently, his ability to hold the plane relied entirely on the “flight” enhancement brought by his flying skill. Ian slowly placed the passenger jet on the runway, thus completing the landing, and even thoughtfully tore open an escape route for the passengers.
“Thank you for flying with us.” Ian believed that in the competitive DC universe, for a superhero to stand out, they needed not only good performance but also excellent service.
Only.
When the last passenger escaped the plane, Ian hadn’t received the hug he desired. In fact, his “Demon God of Dimensions” magic power hadn’t increased much amidst the passengers’ expressions of gratitude.
As expected.
Abilities not registered in the system are unreliable; there are no strict regulatory measures. Who knows where the passengers’ gratitude went!
Was it embezzled by a magic commissioner in the DC universe?
“It’s more reassuring to have a system overseeing things.” Ian’s thoughts differed slightly from most transmigrators; it was hard to say who was right or wrong in this matter.
After watching the passengers flee like refugees, Ian shifted his attention back to the group of reporters.
“Was it you who called me earlier?”
A reporter asked.
“No.”
Ian replied in a muffled voice.
His voice was noticeably different from the beginning.
Facing the camera.
He was calm and composed.
After all, he still had a lot of untruths left to tell today.
“You must be young; I feel like you’re still in school.” This reporter’s judgment resonated with many others, as having good discernment was crucial for a reporter.
Those with poor discernment were all sent to Gotham.
“Although I am young, it does not affect my career. Superheroes should start from childhood.” Ian, knowing he couldn’t hide it, attempted to quibble.
However.
No one listened to his sophistry.
“I know you! You were also the superhero in the city center this afternoon!” A reporter recognized Ian, and the happy Ian was about to praise the female reporter.
However.
“Yes! Masked Boasting Man! Because he said he drove Superman away, people gave him that nickname!” The female reporter explained to her bewildered colleagues with a gasp.
Ian’s smile froze on his face.
“To correct you, you should call me Stocking Superman. My official name is Rosy Superman—Good heavens, don’t you people even go on the 【 Superhero Popularity Center 】?”
Ian felt that these reporters were neglecting their duties. How could a proper reporter not pay attention to this website, as superheroes were the true main melody of the entire DC universe!
“Hello, Rosy… Rosy Superman, you seem to have only started being active recently, right?” The reporters didn’t respond to Ian; they were more concerned about Ian’s origins.
Seeing the curious expressions on the reporters’ faces, Ian immediately began to explain.
“Yes, yes.”
Regarding this.
The boy was prepared.
In fact, it could be checked on the 【 Superhero Popularity Center 】.
“Thirty million years ago, during the Super Ancient period, humans already existed and created a highly developed Super Ancient civilization. However, many, many powerful superhumans were engaged in territorial disputes.”
“In the end, Dark Superman and his three hangers-on emerged victorious. However, due to the invasion of evil creatures, Dark Superman and his three hangers-on were buried in the long river of history.”
“Of course, Dark Superman might be dead, but his power has not disappeared. This power was purified by the light of human hearts, becoming an immensely powerful force of light.”
“It has always existed until the appearance of the human with the highest moral standard, and thus, it bestowed its power upon this human, allowing this human to become the embodiment of light.”
“Which is me.”
Ian narrated vividly; storytelling had always been his innate talent. The spotlights flashed, and the reporters frantically recorded with voice recorders and text.
Not a single one of them doubted his story.
“So, Kryptonians are actually Earthlings, just ancient humans? Who migrated away?” Not only did they not doubt him, but some even thought further and made deductions.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Ian’s fabricated story was effectively supplemented.
He planned to update the information on the 【 Superhero Popularity Center 】 tonight when he got back.
“I see, no wonder Kryptonians look so similar to us, which severely contradicts the assumptions of xenobiology.” The thoughtful reporter looked very handsome.
Ian gave him a thumbs-up.
Of course.
It wasn’t that no one doubted Ian’s story; after all, not everyone would choose to abandon their brains and independent thinking abilities in pursuit of trending topics.
“Stocking Superman, even if that’s your name… some people say you’re an escapee from Arkham. What do you think of that?” This annoying reporter came from Luthor’s media empire.
Regarding this.
Ian knew how to handle it.
“That question, you should ask Batman, not me—if I really came from Arkham.” Ian was a child raised in a reporter’s family. He knew very well that when facing reporters, one absolutely cannot fall into their questioning trap, but must have their own rhythm for answering.
The reporters felt Ian’s skill at this moment.
However.
“Ring ring ring~”
Ian’s phone rang.
【Gotham Freak】
The caller ID displayed a string of garbled characters, but Ian had a label for it. He never expected Batman to actually watch the live stream, and to have already broken through New Teacher Tony’s black box blockade.
The speed was too fast.
It exceeded Ian’s predictions somewhat.
He still underestimated Batman; he didn’t expect that even without relying on the potential unleashed by worrying about his family, Batman could still break through New Teacher Tony’s digital blockade at such a rapid speed.
“New Teacher Tony is, after all, not Teacher Tony.”
Ian sighed in his heart.
He hung up the phone.
“This is the first time I’ve seen a superhero go out… carrying a pager.” The man holding the camera at the front sincerely commented, then couldn’t help but look at Ian’s face.
There.
Only eyes and a nose.
He had never seen a superhero dressed as a robber before.
“Is there something urgent?”
The female reporter holding the microphone was curious about Ian’s private life.
“Nothing, just being harassed by Nan Tong.”
Ian calmly took out his black box again, encrypted his phone a second time, and it buzzed wildly, even the half-broken phone, mistaken for a pager, finally found peace.
There’s always a backup plan.
He learned that from Batman.
The black box has many other uses.
“Where were we?” Ian put his phone back into his pocket and looked up to find all the reporters silent, staring at him with strange eyes.
“We were talking about Nan Tong’s intense pursuit of you? And you were going to tell us why you know Nan Tong?” It’s no wonder these people were the most seasoned reporters in Metropolis; look at their phrasing, it was so good, it silenced Ian with a single sentence.
Of course.
The deafening silence didn’t just come from the reporters.
Ian looked at the live stream camera.
He discovered that his magic power growth rate was several times faster than when he was explaining Stocking Superman’s background information.
As expected of America.
When superheroes do the right thing, they receive more adoration. It was clear that the ancestor persona wasn’t the wrong path, but Ian still had some true bottom lines.
“Let’s talk about how I saved the airplane instead.” He had found a shortcut, but he didn’t want to take it; he would rather not have such righteous magic power.
“Okay, okay.”
Many media outlets responded in agreement. After all, not every reporter wanted to get caught up in that kind of traffic; many reporters in the industry had already suffered backlash from it.
Seeing that the topic had returned to the main point.
Ian immediately began to unleash his innate talent.
“It was a thrilling battle…” Perhaps ten thousand words should be omitted here. Ian, with his words, blended Speed, The Matrix, Star Wars, Titanic, and even Mission: Impossible, truly telling the reporters a magnificent story.
The reporters were stunned, feeling something was off, but the story was indeed exciting. Not only did they find it exciting, but the viewers watching the live stream were also dumbfounded.
Besides reverence.
What else could they offer?
Ian’s mind felt like it was rapidly filling with water, and his magic power quickly reached the level of a small well.
“So, while it seemed I just caught the airplane, in reality, I defeated the Grim Reaper.” Ian used part of the truth as the ending to his story.
He truly defeated the Grim Reaper.
The red-robed Grim Reaper he had kicked away was actually still in a state invisible to everyone, standing hundreds of meters behind the reporters, staring at him with his scythe.
“We can’t escape; if we escape once, there will be another time; the Grim Reaper’s pursuit is endless.” Even as a boy shouting that the Grim Reaper was coming walked past him.
The red-robed Grim Reaper didn’t even glance at the boy.
His face was hidden in shadow, unseen by anyone.
But those pair of red eyes kept staring at Ian with a resentful gaze, not scary, but more like he was about to cry from being wronged. Ian chose to pretend he saw nothing.
The Grim Reaper’s performance metrics.
Clashed with his merit.
Ultimately, only one could see some growth.
Ian finished speaking.
“Clap clap clap~”
The scene was immediately filled with warm applause. The reporters knew very well that regardless of how much truth or falsehood was in this story, its excitement level would definitely bring tremendous heat to the news.
Someone with such talent.
Doesn’t write books.
But becomes a superhero.
Is it true that he was chosen by the light power of an ancient superhero? Everyone could see that Ian was a boy, no older than eighteen at most.
At this age, there were indeed rumors.
Some reporters muttered in their hearts.
At the same time.
Ian also checked the time.
“That’s how things are, it’s about the merit of building about sixteen hundred and fifty-nine churches. I don’t like to fuss over these things, and it’s getting late, so everyone should get some rest.”
After Ian finished speaking, before the reporters could react, he pulled a jet-black metal box from his pocket and tapped on it a few times.
With a soft “ding,” all the cameras on the scene suddenly went black, the drones fell like kites with broken strings, and even the live stream on their phones turned into static.
New Teacher Tony’s black box had endless miraculous uses.
This operation stunned the reporters.
They had thought Ian relied purely on mutation, or was truly blessed by ancient powers, but they never expected this guy to have such god-tier technology.
A hexagon warrior?
The reporters were bewildered.
“Remember to wake up early tomorrow and quickly get me on the front page!” Ian earnestly instructed, while distributing tonight’s hard work fees to the reporters one by one.
As the saying goes.
If a superhero wants to climb higher, they must understand social graces. Anyway, it wasn’t Ian’s own money, so he handed it out without any heartache, very generously.
This series of actions confused many of the less-informed reporters.
Some superheroes act like this?
Some better-informed reporters suddenly understood. What their colleagues boasted about after returning to the newspaper agency was true: there really are super-rich people in this world who become superheroes just for fun.
“You are truly too generous.”
A reporter who had just entered the industry even used respectful language towards Ian. Did she know if this superhero was real or not? Did she not experience whether he had helped the public?
The reporters exchanged glances.
Many of them had come to a realization.
Although this hero’s conduct was a bit unconventional, he was indeed sincere, both in his simple wish to be on the front page and in the Franklin bills in his hand.
》Shocking! Airplane Crash! From Ancient Times! The Collective Will of Metropolis Citizens! Apostle of Light Turns the Tide!》 Some reporters had already begun to furiously write.
She wanted to vindicate Ian.
And incidentally create a buzz for her own benefit.
The moment of a win-win had arrived.
And at this moment.
“Ring ring ring~”
Ian’s half-broken phone rang again. He thought it was Batman breaking through his latest blockade, but he never expected he had overestimated Batman’s speed.
“It’s Dad…”
Ian looked at the incoming number and, after thinking about it, dared not hang up.
After all, if he didn’t answer, Superman arriving here and stealing the spotlight would be a small matter. The main concern was that the Masked Boaster might actually be proven true, which would be a nightmare he couldn’t even dare to imagine.
“Okay, Dad, I’ll be right back.”
Ian hung up the phone.
He nodded to the reporters with a blank expression.
“Sorry, I have to go home to get beaten. I’ll share more real stories next time—my abusive father.” After saying that, with a “boom” sound of a sonic boom.
Ian shot straight up into the sky.
He disappeared from the dumbfounded gaze of the reporters.
His mood was not good.
Because he heard his mother’s movement on the phone; the nylon stockings he had hoarded were being confiscated by his mother, and judging by his father’s tone, the Stocking Superman account would likely be permanently banned.
“Stop following me!”
Ian removed his stockings.
He kicked the red-robed Grim Reaper that had flown up into the sky away.
The Grim Reaper had a good foot feel.
Being kicked spirally to the ground made him feel incredibly satisfied.
“Switching accounts, ancestor persona, hmm, that’s not bad either.” Ian thought of his many other personas, and his newly acquired depression immediately cured. He happily flew towards the parking lot.
The night sky hung high.
Soon.
Ian, whose speed was comparable to a fighter jet, landed on the asphalt ground of the parking lot. The friction of his boot soles against the ground made a faint sound. He walked towards his unique Hellcat.
It stood quietly there.
The car paint gleamed with a dark red luster under the moonlight.
Like a lurking beast.
As Ian approached, his sharp hearing caught abnormal breathing sounds from inside the car—not Madison’s rapid, sleeping breaths, but two unfamiliar, steady breaths.
“Zero Dollar Purchase again?”
Ian frowned, his golden pupils contracting slightly in the darkness. He walked around to the front of the vehicle, his fingers gripping the edge of the hood, and slowly lifted the Hellcat’s hood.
“…”
Ian fell silent.
He saw.
Two unconscious boys were curled up inside the engine compartment.
The smaller one had brown curly hair, and his delicate face was smeared with a few traces of oil. It was his former classmate, Sam Winchester, whom he had threatened severely.
The older blonde youth next to him was none other than Dean Winchester, the elder of the demon-slaying brothers, and Michael the Archangel’s backup vessel on Earth.
Sam too.
Sam was Lucifer, King of Hell’s vessel on Earth. However, since Lucifer was currently having a blast in Los Angeles, Ian didn’t know if this setting was still valid.
Regarding the stories of these two brothers.
The only thing Ian clearly remembered was Dean sleeping with a beautiful woman every other day. Those actresses were truly gorgeous, and even many of the dead background actresses were beautiful in their own right.
In other stories, they could have been the female leads.
“No joke, Dean is about one-third as handsome as I am, and he looks exactly like Soldier Boy.” After grabbing the unconscious brothers, Ian threw them all into the trunk.
He planned to drop them off at their proper destination along the way.
That is, Dean and Sam’s home.
Ian knew the brothers’ residence like the back of his hand. For some well-known reasons, he knew the specific addresses and family members of many classmates at school.
“They must have noticed something was wrong with my Hellcat and came to investigate it, then got counter-attacked by my little car.” Ian could make a judgment without even observing the scene. The Winchester brothers were no simple folks; they were born demon hunters, as it was their destined fate from birth.
As pieces of Heaven and Hell, their fate was of course already closely intertwined with Them. The entire Winchester family was like this; the people in their family had the genes to be vessels for angels and demons.
“Vroom vroom vroom~”
The Hellcat’s exhaust pipe suddenly “poofed” out a puff of hot air.
As if responding.
“Throw your brother in jail~”
“Everybody gone bad~”
“Situation, aggravation~”
……
The radio also started playing the song in sync.
The Hellcat was expressing its obedience to Ian’s teachings, only putting bad people in jail, but its understanding of “jail” was somewhat different from Ian’s.
“Good boy, don’t hide prey in the engine compartment next time; their drool will contaminate your motor oil.” Ian didn’t scold but instead inquired about his Hellcat’s health.
The Hellcat was extremely happy.
“Let’s go home first. There’s half an hour left, and I need to sleep.”
Just as Ian was about to get into the car, a faint fragrance suddenly permeated the air, and to his surprise, he also heard the very subtle sound of wings flapping.
“Evil God.”
A deep voice came from behind him.
Ian turned around and saw a man in a beige windbreaker standing about three meters away. His posture was unnaturally straight, and his eyes glowed with a deep golden light in the shadow.
Brighter than Ian’s eyes.
“An angel?”
Ian raised an eyebrow.
He looked at the wings slowly closing behind the man.
“Cassidius?”
He thought of the two brothers he had thrown into the trunk. One of them was destined to have a guardian angel, and the angel in front of him looked exactly like that angel.
“Evil God.”
Angel Cassidius did not respond to Ian. He took a step forward, “I don’t care if you steal human faith, but these two have a mission bestowed by the Master.”
“You must let them go.” Angel Cassidius’s tone was somewhat unyielding, his golden eyes fixed on the boy slightly shorter than him.
“Tell me more about stealing human faith.”
Ian did not avoid eye contact.
He thought of his rapidly increasing magic power just now.
“Don’t play dumb in front of me, you can’t deceive an angel. Let go of those two, otherwise, you are trying to confront our entire Heaven…”
Cassidius’s wings shot out again.
Attempting to intimidate.
However.
Before he could finish speaking.
The sound of another pair of wings unfolding interrupted his threat. A Black angel rushed out, as if appearing out of thin air, and directly covered the mouth of Angel Cassidius.
“Have we met before?”
Ian felt a sense of familiarity towards the strong angel.
“No, how could we have met.”
The strong angel quickly denied it. He was Angel Amanadiel.
“Sorry, he’s not an angel, just a pitiful person. I’m taking him for treatment now. You continue. Oh, and remember, there’s no such thing as Heaven in this world.”
“We live in an age of science, believe in science, believe in aliens.” Angel Amanadiel smiled at Ian, ignoring Cassidius’s muffled struggles.
He directly dragged Cassidius back a few steps.
The two of them gradually disappeared into the air like chalk drawings being erased.
“…”
Ian was silent for a long time, having recognized the identity of the second angel. It was precisely because of this that he found the events that happened in the blink of an eye to be absurd and bizarre.
“Firstborn of God? Are there mentally ill people among angels?”
It took Ian a while to utter this sentence.
No choice.
It wasn’t that he doubted Amanadiel’s sanity; how could an angel deny the existence of Heaven? Wasn’t that a blatant lack of loyalty to Heaven?
Only the explanation of mental illness, which fits anywhere, could explain such a strange situation.
“It can’t be that I’m hallucinating. I didn’t eat wild mushrooms by the roadside because of writer’s block tonight.” Ian had lived in this world for nearly fifteen years.
This was truly the first time he had doubted his own mental state. He knew both angels, yet he was still somewhat bewildered by what had just happened.
“Strange.” Ian scratched his head and reached out to grip the car door handle again— *buzz*, Hellcat moved on its own, as if in a hurry, and rushed out.
It parked itself in another spot.
“????”
Just as Ian couldn’t help but ponder why his beloved car had “defected” and began to wonder if mental illness was contagious, his acute super hearing picked up an anomaly.
“*Rumble~*”
Dust flew, and sparks flew.
A red figure smashed through three SUVs in the parking lot.
He finally embedded himself in the car door of the fourth vehicle.
Amidst the harsh screech of twisting metal, the masked figure, still emitting golden electrical arcs, landed limply like a rag doll—it was The Flash, Barry Allen!
The man’s red battle suit was severely damaged, and the golden electrical arcs flickered unstably on his body. The face he struggled to lift was filled with terror and urgency.
“Run, I…”
The Flash hadn’t finished speaking.
The asphalt ground suddenly emitted a strange blue electrical glow.
Immediately, a low hum filled the air, like thunder exploding in one’s ear. Then, a tall, burly figure seemed to teleport in front of The Flash.
It was an armored monster!
“Barry Allen, your speed is like that of a toddler in front of me. How dare you defy my will with your abilities? I am the God of Speed!”
The armored monster’s metal battle boots stomped on The Flash’s chest.
The blue Speed Force surging around his body illuminated his ferocious faceplate.
“Savitar?”
Seeing one of The Flash’s arch-nemeses appear, Ian instinctively took a step back, jumping eighty meters away. However, Savitar didn’t seem to notice him.
“Accept your fate, Barry Allen, accept that gift.” Savitar’s voice was deep and inhuman, cold and ruthless like the overlapping of millions of synthesized electronic voices.
The pressure was immense.
“Superman…” The Flash wanted to call out to the sky, perhaps this was why he had come to Metropolis. However, this plea received no response.
The afterglow of the angel’s descent still lingered.
It might be interfering with some things.
Clark’s super hearing was not an ability that could not be shielded.
“Superman isn’t here, but the Son of Superman always is.” Ian made a quick calculation in his heart and made a decision. For The Flash to seek out his father when in trouble, he couldn’t abandon this “little brother” of his father. Otherwise, if this got back to Gotham, people would think the Superman family couldn’t save a comrade in distress.
“*Zzzzzzt~*”
A scorching golden beam erupted directly from Ian’s eyes.
The radiance, like a solar flare, illuminated the entire parking lot under the night sky.
However.
The speed of the heat ray might have been fast.
But Savitar’s speed was clearly much faster.
The moment the laser was about to hit, Savitar’s figure, like a torn phantom, instantly disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was in front of Ian.
“…”
Ian chose to extinguish his beam.
No choice.
He didn’t even see how the guy dodged, but no matter how he shook his head, the heat ray seemed unable to hit Savitar, even at such close range.
If he continued to blast, wouldn’t that be self-humiliation?
“Golden heat ray, your strength is not bad, but you have no place in the future.” Savitar didn’t attack Ian, but instead spoke with extreme contempt.
He stood in front of Ian, looking down at him. The armor he wore amplified the Speed Force, exuding a cold, powerful, and mysterious aura.
It seemed not to belong to this real world.
More like a high-tech war machine from the distant future.
And with a hint of the majesty of a war god’s armor from ancient mythology. Countless blue Speed Force flowed and flickered on its surface, and the surrounding air seemed to distort slightly due to the immense energy emitted by the armor.
“Who are you?”
Ian asked knowingly.
His mind raced, thinking of countermeasures.
He couldn’t even sneakily call his dad.
The other party was too fast.
“I am the God of Speed!”
Savitar used the same line he had told The Flash to answer Ian’s question. He didn’t know that Ian was well aware that he was merely a temporal remnant of The Flash’s future—the so-called God of Speed was merely Barry’s dark future version, representing what Barry might become if he continued to misuse the Speed Force.
“As a superhero, I am now willing to die. Make your move.” Ian looked at the weapon in Savitar’s hand. The sci-fi-esque armor had several cold weapons forged with high technology.
He wanted to level up using Savitar’s weapons.
However.
Savitar didn’t fall for it.
“A noble spirit, but no one will remember your sacrifice… A life as humble as an insect will only have a death and an end that no one remembers.”
Savitar sneered.
Then, he changed to a bewitching voice, “Surrender to me, and you can change your fate. Glory, honor, are within reach. You can stand among the cheers of everyone and become the person you want to be.”
How to put it.
Ian bet this guy used a future version of a sound card.
He nailed that devilish tone.
“Don’t be like The Flash, dying for nothing.”
While talking to Ian, Savitar, without turning his head, suddenly reached back with his metal gauntlet and precisely grabbed The Flash, who was attempting a surprise attack, by the throat.
The Flash’s feet kicked futilely in the air.
Gradually weakening.
“Uh…”
Ian tilted his head.
Looking at The Flash, who had once again become a weakling.
“Alright, I surrender.”
He decisively agreed.
Such a quick and direct answer might have caught even Savitar off guard.
“…”
Savitar was silent.
A moment later.
“Very good.” He let out a low chuckle, his tone slightly gentler. “I like people who know how to play the hand they’re dealt. Only people like you can have a place in the new world of the future.”
It was unclear whether this evaluation was praise or criticism, but Savitar was indeed very satisfied with Ian’s attitude. He looked at the boy in front of him with a condescending and arrogant gaze.
“Now, kneel. Kneel to me, kneel to your god, and then welcome the arrival of the stars with me.” Savitar’s tone carried unquestionable majesty.
“No problem, I’ll do anything.”
Although Ian said this, his body remained still. Under Savitar’s displeased gaze, he quickly cleared his throat and spoke.
“I will willingly surrender to you, but… can you, who are so great, help me get a small revenge?” Forgive Ian for not knowing how to make his voice sound fawning.
He could only slightly imitate the voice of old eunuchs.
Pretending to be very subservient.
Fortunately, Savitar didn’t seem to care about this.
“A reasonable request. I will show you my power, so you will surrender wholeheartedly.” Savitar nodded, displaying his magnanimity.
Seeing this, Ian quickly showed a happy expression.
“Thank you, the supreme God of Speed. Here’s the thing, there’s a bar in Los Angeles called Bar of Light. I hope you can help me smash it.”
“Of course, don’t touch the collectibles, just smash the store. Actually, this matter, to put it simply…” Ian’s sob story and the reasons why he couldn’t get revenge himself hadn’t even been brewed yet.
“I don’t need to know your past.”
Savitar interrupted Ian’s little story with a cold voice.
He was like a true domineering CEO.
“In one breath, you will understand what kind of being you have surrendered to.” With that, the Speed Force surged, and Savitar vanished from the parking lot.
One breath passed.
Two breaths passed.
Fifty breaths had also passed.
“Where is he? Where is Savitar?” The Flash struggled to push himself up, smoke still rising from the collar of his uniform. He looked around. The parking lot was eerily quiet except for the destroyed vehicles.
Savitar was gone.
With a wave of the Speed Force.
It seemed he had no intention of returning, or perhaps he was no longer capable of having intentions.
“Probably gone. Time for the feast.”
Ian quickly walked towards his beloved car.
“I’ve seen photos of your family. You’re Ian… What did you do?” The severely injured Flash followed him with a limp, greatly confused.
“I used my Super Brain.” Ian opened the trunk and began to tie ribbons onto his unlucky classmate Sam, as if packaging him as an apology gift.
The Metropolis Gambler would have to gamble again.
“You… you’re not committing a crime, are you?” The Flash was bewildered again, not knowing why there was someone in Ian’s trunk or what Ian was doing now.
“Never mind that, Uncle Barry, hurry up and use your remaining leg that’s not completely broken, use your Speed Force, and hop over here to buy me a big box.”
Ian had already festively packaged classmate Sam.
“?????”
Barry Allen took off his mask.
His expression was one of extreme shock, as if he had seen a demon. Indeed, asking a cripple to hop over to buy something, what kind of person could think of such a method?
“I might not be able to move.”
Barry Allen politely declined Ian’s request.
“It’s not just because I have over a dozen broken bones. You should get me a stretcher. The biggest reason is that I’ve been suffering from this corrosion, which had already reduced my speed by at least half before I was injured.”
Saying this.
Barry Allen showed Ian his arm, which had a hideous scar that looked very strange and was now glowing with a faint blue light.
“Then I’ll go buy it myself.” Ian didn’t insist. He didn’t have time to look at Barry Allen’s arm for now, because he knew what he had done.
“To save you, I took a huge risk. At market price, you owe me at least twelve thousand favors. If you don’t honor it, you’ll be on the Must-Eat List with Uncle Bruce.”
Ian’s tone was more serious than ever before.
“What Must-Eat List?”
The simple Barry Allen opened his mouth, still not understanding what Ian said. He wasn’t exactly overly taciturn, but he didn’t know how to effectively communicate with the other person.
The two people seemed to be on completely different communication channels.
Could it be.
This is the so-called generation gap?
Barry Allen’s mind was a complete blank.
And at this moment.
Ian was just about to fly out.
Suddenly.
The night wind suddenly stilled.
As if something had descended upon this area.
Even Barry Allen could feel it, so Ian surely couldn’t have no awareness. The ten-something-year-old boy quickly looked around the surrounding environment.
“Hmm? Speaking of favors…”
Sam Winchester, who had been elaborately dressed by Ian, suddenly sat bolt upright from the car. Like a zombie coming back to life, the boy’s brown curly hair was still stained with motor oil, but the eyes that suddenly opened were as red as blood.
“Gulp~”
Barry Allen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
This was even without the other person looking at him. Sam, as if possessed, looked at Ian.
“Now, you owe me a favor.”
He said softly.
The corners of his mouth curved into a smile that didn’t belong to his age.
Simply put.
A charming smile.
I’m really asking for monthly tickets, begging for monthly tickets. If I get enough monthly tickets, a total of ten thousand, and unlock an achievement, I’ll write 20,000 characters tomorrow. The plot is already laid out.
