Chapter 127: Rescue! Ian Is Zeus!
All the noise seemed to fall silent at this moment.
In the distance, the sun was just rising, its golden light casting upon the scorched earth, as if draping a gentle veil over this desolate land. The mountains that once soared into the clouds were long gone, and the outskirts, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, now only showed a pockmarked surface, as desolate as if it had been scoured by a nuclear explosion.
The remains of Doomsday.
After enduring the repeated erosion of two “Big Shots'” souls, it had completely lost its vitality. Its body shattered and disintegrated in the wind, scattering into dust and dissipating.
As if it had never existed.
The world seemed to return to its former peace and tranquility, yet Clark Kent, standing amidst the ruins and gazing at the scorched earth, did not feel relieved.
Beside him.
Injustice Superman stood quietly.
There was no struggle, nor any resistance.
The man simply raised his clasped hands, like a prisoner awaiting judgment. Sunlight pierced the hole in his chest, casting a crooked “S” on the ground.
Repeatedly symbolizing his already misguided life.
“Come on.” Injustice Superman did not comment on Clark’s previous statement about the name Superman, but he seemed quite at ease with the reality of having lost most of his strength.
“Where should I go? The Phantom Zone prison?” He too had once been a Superman with a sense of justice, so he knew how Clark would deal with him if he didn’t kill him.
“You need to be careful I don’t escape, so I suggest a Kryptonite coffin to prevent any reanimation.” His tone was icy, not sarcastic, but genuinely offering advice to Clark.
This guy was trying to make Superman do what he had done before.
Kill another Superman.
In response.
Clark simply shook his head, his cape fluttering gently in the breeze. “You need atonement, but not here, but in the universes you have harmed.”
Although Injustice Superman had been thinking about Clark’s wife and child.
And had even nearly killed Clark before.
Clark still felt from the bottom of his heart that Injustice Superman might still be saved.
He had no right to decide how his parallel universe self should atone, especially since after Injustice Superman arrived in this universe, he seemed to have only killed a tyrannical Aquaman teammate in the Justice League.
“Tsk tsk.”
Injustice Superman scoffed and shook his head at this.
“Excessive mercy.”
He was interrupted by Clark as soon as he spoke.
“Is just pathetic stupidity.” Clark directly finished the sentence, then sighed heavily, “That sounds like something every Lex Luthor in every universe loves to say as a taunt?”
He believed Injustice Superman had also heard this secondhand.
However.
“Not so.”
Injustice Superman revealed a cold smile.
“You know, I wasn’t very strong at first, but… I still defeated many Supermen and carved this phrase onto their tombstones.”
“Clark, mercy only leaves behind hidden dangers, dangers that will make you regret it deeply. Virgin Mary in multiple universes also died because of her mercy and kindness.”
Injustice Superman spoke with a cold voice.
He turned and looked at Jordan and Lois.
As if to admonish Clark.
And as if to whip his own heart, uncovering his past wounds.
“You should say less about Jesus, God, and their whole family.” Clark was also admonishing, genuinely, and he simply changed the subject.
“So, will you go and atone?”
Clark stared into the icy eyes of his other self.
His gaze was piercing.
“That’s not up to me.” Injustice Superman did not avoid his gaze; he merely twitched the corner of his mouth, pouting, his tone carrying a sense of nonchalant indifference.
“There can only be one Superman in the Justice League—the strongest one. If the loser does not die, I think they should face a fate more cruel than death.”
He was merely guessing.
But his tone was very confident.
“Oh? Face a more cruel fate… So, who is your leader?” Clark frowned, asking the crucial question he hadn’t had time to ask before.
“Are you sure you want to know the answer to this question?” Injustice Superman looked directly into Clark’s eyes. “If I tell you the answer, you will lose the right to deal with me.”
He was clearly wary of something.
And also making a hint.
He had someone else’s hand in him, to prevent him from spreading certain information outside.
“One must know who the enemy is, mustn’t they?” Clark considered for a moment, then nodded. “And, as I already expressed to you earlier.”
“The one who has the right to deal with you is not me.” The DC world does indeed have a saintly mother, that is Superman, or rather, it is his saintly heart, which is considered toxic even in web novels, that has earned him his popularity.
Not just because of his immense strength.
After all.
In most stories, there are plenty of beings far more powerful than Superman.
God of Man.
The word “Man” always comes first.
“Are you still sticking to your saintly principles?” Injustice Superman was silent for a long time, just looking at Clark, a hint of apprehension and helplessness in his eyes.
“You have proven you are stronger than me, and he will come for you when he needs you to be that ultimate Superman.” This statement was more of a reminder.
“Who is he?” Clark pressed.
Injustice Superman frowned and gritted his teeth, as if resisting some unseen force. He shook his head, as if something inside him was pulling at his consciousness.
Just as Clark was about to step forward to check the situation.
“Beware of The Batman Who Laughs.”
Injustice Superman suddenly warned with a serious tone.
No.
Or rather, a warning.
Before he could finish speaking, the air rippled, and black iron chains materialized out of nowhere, wrapping around Injustice Superman’s body.
“Sizzle sizzle—”
Clark immediately unleashed his super-powered heat vision, attempting to sever the chains, but as soon as the heat vision touched them, it was directly consumed and absorbed.
Not even a spark flew.
“It’s useless.”
Injustice Superman spoke with difficulty, his voice sounding as if it came from afar. “Although you have proven yourself… that person is far more powerful than both you and me.”
“He is different from us… he didn’t resist the Outer Universe’s erosion…” Injustice Superman’s body began to be pulled by the chains, slowly detaching from reality.
“That person, he is the Outer Universe that reversed, eroded, and absorbed the Outer Universe that tried to control him, still intact.” Injustice Superman pointed to the distorted bat symbol on the chains.
Before he finished speaking.
His figure completely disappeared into the air.
Only a few wisps of black energy afterimages slowly dissipated. Clark’s heat vision gradually extinguished, the red glow in his eyes receded, replaced by deep astonishment.
“Bruce?”
He had, of course, realized what Injustice Superman was hinting at.
The leader of the Justice League.
was a Batman from a parallel universe.
It was logical.
But also incredibly unbelievable.
“The Batman Who Laughs…”
Clark was still pondering the information left by Injustice Superman. The space had returned to calm, with only residual energy fluctuations in the air recounting everything that had just happened.
Just then.
“Is it over?”
Jordan, covered in mud, approached carrying his mother, who had fainted from the ancient god’s pressure. Clark took Lois and turned towards the direction Injustice Superman had disappeared.
“Perhaps… it’s just the beginning.”
He said in a low voice.
A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
The Justice League.
Multiversal hunting.
Any one of these things made him feel deeply worried.
“Huh?” Jordan was taken aback, his face etched with a bitter expression. He looked around at the tragic environment and said, exhausted, “But I just want to go home and sleep now.”
Second Brother was indeed exhausted.
He hadn’t slept all night.
And had experienced the descent of ancient gods, Supermen fighting, and brothers fighting each other… What? Why brothers fighting? Of course, after Mother fainted, everyone wanted to be Mother’s favorite child.
Jordan, of course, couldn’t beat Ian, but since Ian had other things to do, and Second Brother, who hadn’t studied psychology, didn’t understand, Mother would only love the child she saw when she opened her eyes more.
Ian played a little trick.
However.
It was normal.
The struggle for heir.
It had always been this way.
“A lot has happened today, and you look very tired… Let’s go home first then. Where’s Ian?” Clark said, looking up at the sky.
There.
Their youngest son was talking to a man who looked very aloof.
Ian was giving a lecture.
“Psoriasis, medically known as psoriasis, is a stubborn and difficult-to-shake chronic skin disease. It is very stubborn, and there is currently no effective cure in the medical community.”
“Although medication and treatment can control the condition, they cannot completely eliminate the cause, and improper treatment may even worsen the condition, further increasing the difficulty of a cure.”
Ian was explaining to Morpheus what psoriasis was.
In short.
He himself was psoriasis.
“You think you’ve repaid my favor, but you haven’t. I explained the principle to you earlier. It seems like the favor is repaid, but in reality, it has only increased the favor you owe me.”
Ian’s honesty left Dream God Morpheus speechless.
“You’re bullying me because I only got back the ruby and my memory is still incomplete, so my perception isn’t clear, right?” Dream God Morpheus held one of his Sandman’s holy artifacts.
The Sandman Ruby.
Filled with the magic power collected by the Dream God.
Possessing immense magical power.
It could grant wishes.
And could exert tremendous power at critical moments—such as forcing the awakening Kryptonian Ancient God, the ancient Sun God Rao, back into slumber. This was different from the sand in the Sandman’s bag that could induce sleep.
Forcing him back into slumber was the key.
He was indeed subconsciously retaliating.
“No, your perception is actually very clear. You didn’t even believe me when I said this was my stolen ruby earlier.” Ian’s honesty was still from the heart.
“…”
The Dream God, who was naturally quiet, became even more so.
“Seriously, you’ve at best only repaid the interest on a favor. If you don’t admit it, then it proves you think your life is not as valuable as a Kryptonian Ancient God’s life.”
Ian increased his efforts.
while intensely sucking on the golden-red soul in his arms—streams of soul dust entered his mouth, like jelly, with a great taste and also providing experience points.
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +34】
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +48】
【 Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +29】
…
Happiness.
Extreme happiness.
Ian felt his life was filled with light and hope.
“As expected of a Sun God like me, burning myself to light up my path.” He looked at the sleeping soul curled up in his hand and spoke with genuine emotion.
“…”
At this moment, Dream God Morpheus was still speechless.
Gazing at the boy in front of him who was so speechless yet also somewhat approachable, he pondered for a moment, and finally spoke in a tone of request.
“My sandbag has fallen into the hands of some Demon Hunter again, but this Demon Hunter has hidden it.” Dream God Morpheus was somewhat confused as to why he used the word “again.”
However.
He didn’t ponder for long. “If you can help me find its exact location, I will…”
Dream God Morpheus’s words weren’t finished.
“You’ll call me Father?”
Ian’s eyes lit up, and he snatched the words. He was still thinking about his unfinished great cause. There should be no goal in this world that Master Ian cannot achieve.
To be a good Evil God.
One must not give up until their goal is achieved.
If one lacks this determination.
It would be better to be a True God and live a leisurely life.
“????” Dream God Morpheus adjusted his breathing a few times before calming himself. “No, it’s just that I will admit that I owe you another favor!”
His tone was full of emphasis.
“Ten favors.”
Ian was a little disappointed, so he made a big demand. “You have no idea how deep the water is behind this matter, and how many hardships I have to go through to help you investigate it thoroughly.”
This was like a furniture salesman talking about how good the materials of his furniture were. It was a common price-hiking tactic that wouldn’t fool anyone—except that Dream God Morpheus was not a person.
“How deep is the water?”
Dream God Morpheus looked serious, his expression showing worry. He had no idea how many scenarios he had played out in his mind, thinking of all the reasons why he was being targeted.
“Very deep, very deep.”
Ian lowered his voice.
He actually still didn’t know where the Dream God’s sandbag had gone, but that didn’t stop him from pretending to know. He couldn’t help it; he had just said he was the all-knowing Ian.
“I feel like you’re lying to me.”
Dream God Morpheus was still cautious.
“You are the Dream God, the Lord of Dreams. If I dare to lie to you today, you will make me have nightmares tomorrow. What would I gain from that?” Ian had been prepared for such a situation.
Dream God Morpheus gave him a deep look.
“Two favors.”
In the end.
It was the Lord of Dreams who made a concession.
“Three.”
Ian, however, was a bit greedy.
“Okay.”
Morpheus did not hesitate.
His divine artifact was indeed very important to him. Compared to that, three favors were not too expensive—the poor Dream God did not know what Ian was thinking at that moment.
“From one, comes two, from two, comes three, from three, comes all things. This means the favors the Dream God owes me will never be repaid!” He had always had a unique understanding and interpretation of the rationality of usury.
A Kryptonian Ancient God’s soul.
At this moment, it seemed to be treated as Kryptonian e-cigarettes by Ian. This was also a temporary measure due to helplessness. Ian disliked smoking, and after returning, he planned to use this soul to make tea.
【Entropy Lord Experience Points +23】
【Entropy Lord Experience Points +45】
【Entropy Lord Experience Points +33】
……
Ian was continuously gaining profession experience.
At the same time.
“Please help me find my sandbag quickly. Such a thing falling into the hands of mortals is not a boon, but a disaster.” Dream God Morpheus did not seem to fully understand what a psoriasis was yet.
His black cloak fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.
His gaze was cast into the distance.
As if piercing the boundaries of reality and dreams.
“Okay, okay, I guarantee the mission will be completed.” Ian had the omniscient navigation book, so this was not difficult for him, and he agreed readily.
Seeing that the transaction was made.
Morpheus also nodded.
He cast one last glance at the sleeping, curled-up soul in Ian’s hand.
He did not ask for it.
“I still need to find another thing I lost, and you all still have many messes to clean up. Farewell.” Morpheus left without any hesitation. In a second, his figure began to blur, like an illusory bubble scattered by the wind, gradually disappearing into the rising sun.
Suddenly a god appeared.
And then left.
The air was quiet.
Ian slowly descended in front of his family.
He patted the non-existent dust off his clothes.
“Who was that person?” Clark frowned, looking at the spot where Morpheus had disappeared. Just as he had said to Injustice Superman before, he didn’t know what strange beings Ian knew.
The only thing Clark could be sure of was that the other party was terrifying. Even though he was tens of times stronger than before, he could still feel a terrifying oppressive force from Dream God Morpheus.
That was the being who had solved the new round of Doomsday crisis in one move—under Clark’s strangely contorted gaze, Ian kneaded the golden soul into a ball and kicked it into his pocket.
This was a treasure.
It had to be stored carefully.
If his underwear didn’t have any hidden gaps, he would have put it in there.
“Like Miss Death… just an old acquaintance. I have bestowed upon him a favor that he can never repay in his lifetime.” Ian pretended to be profound, wanting to boost his own prestige.
However.
“Oh.”
Clark’s curiosity was not very strong. He reached out, grabbed Ian by the scruff of his neck, and then, ignoring Ian’s protests, flew up into the sky with his younger son and wife.
“I can fly myself! I fly faster than Jordan!” Ian flailed like a cat whose scruff had been grabbed, but Clark had no intention of letting go and letting him fly with Jordan behind.
“I’m afraid you’ll run away.”
A father knows his son best.
Clark was certain that if he let go, Ian might disappear into the horizon, so he had to personally take his troublesome younger son towards the city.
Jordan followed closely behind.
After being trained by the previous super storm and air currents.
He flew very steadily.
Soon.
The four of them had returned to Metropolis.
The city was already devastated.
The damage caused by the small-scale Doomsday was far beyond expectations. Streets were broken, buildings collapsed, traffic was paralyzed, power was out, and many residents were homeless, huddled among the ruins waiting for rescue.
But hope was not extinguished.
Members of the Justice League were organizing reconstruction efforts.
Cyborg directed robots to clear debris, The Flash, who had recovered his health again and again, shuttled around delivering supplies, and Aquaman led his wife to assist with drainage and repair of the water supply system.
Wonder Woman was calming the citizens’ emotions.
“We should also lend a hand.”
Superman landed slowly.
As soon as he put Ian down.
He saw his younger son put a trash can on Lois’s head.
Rigorous.
No need for further words.
Jordan silently put on a Walmart plastic bag. And seeing his parents return, Jonathan, who emerged from Hellcat, felt that the eldest brother in the family didn’t want to seem out of place.
“It’s good that you’re all okay. Have the problems been resolved?” Jonathan chose a mask for himself. He was indeed the most normal person in the family so far.
However.
The pile of statues hanging on his body made the corner of his old father’s eye twitch wildly—Jonathan didn’t care about this. Only he understood his own situation.
His prayers.
Seemed to have always been useful.
“Clark, lend a hand. There are people trapped under the building here.” Wonder Woman suddenly spoke, finally pulling Clark back from his domestic gloom.
“Mm.”
He flew over directly.
With his super bio-electric field, Superman didn’t need to worry about his face being seen.
With a gentle lift.
He lifted the two-story broken building into the air. Even the rebar that was on the verge of breaking did not bend, and not even the dust from the broken building fell.
“Bio-electric field.”
Ian watched with extreme envy.
“I pulled the stars from the sky just to light your way.”
“Fought the demons alone while you slept all day.”
……
Rock music blared from Hellcat.
Clearly, there was an intention to claim credit.
“I’ll take you to get something good to drink.” Ian seemed to have thought of something and got into his car. As he disappeared around the street corner, Jordan joined the rescue effort.
“It’s Walmart Shopping Bag Superman!”
The school bully he had saved before now seemed to be his little fanboy. Jonathan was also helping, taking care of the injured citizens with his gradually awakening mother.
He even helped an old man find his lost child.
This was also very meaningful.
Heroes never had just one form.
The act of helping others.
Was never divided by size—Lois encouraged her only child without superpowers. She was still a bit weak and needed Jonathan’s support to move.
But this did not stop her from helping everyone in her own way.
A reporter understood the art of language best.
She knew very well what kind of comfort people needed most at that moment.
Not only were there superheroes, but there were also ordinary people’s groups who spontaneously organized rescue efforts. The trauma caused by this disaster had not yet healed, but people had already begun to rebuild their homes.
The heroes of the Justice League were still busy.
Ordinary people, of course, would not just wait for the heroes to do all the work.
Inside the collapsed houses.
People were continuously being rescued.
At this moment, the sun had fully risen.
As if accompanying the arrival of morning.
The human world was once again filled with hope.
After working for several hours, everyone worked together and finally cleared most of the ruins temporarily, rescuing those trapped underground or crushed.
Emergency rescue.
The casualty figures were not large.
Superman’s enhanced bio-electric field was probably the primary reason.
“Where is Ian?” Lois had been busy for a long time, walking through several blocks, helping to distribute emergency food urgently mobilized by Wayne Enterprises from various places.
During her rest.
She finally realized why she felt something was missing. The old mother saw Walmart Superman, saw the kind man with the mask, but could not find Stocking Superman—that is, Ian.
“Uh.”
Superman had just cleared a large area of the street and was holding a collapsed eighteen-story building to throw away. Upon hearing this, he quickly looked around.
“As expected, he ran off again.”
Clark’s tone carried a hint of helplessness.
“He got ahead of the military, recovered the remaining clones, and ate the wreckage of Luthor’s underground clone base.” He deliberately lowered his voice.
Fortunately, no one was around.
“Very rigorous.”
Lois breathed a sigh of relief.
She even praised her own younger son.
At least Ian wasn’t out causing trouble again.
“Rigorous? Perhaps. He’s currently adding transmission fluid to his car, using the blood of clones, and muttering that his car is getting closer to our family.”
Clark’s Super Hearing was at work.
But he didn’t want it to be working.
The old father held the building in one hand and frantically rubbed his temples with the other.
“That car protected Jonathan! It’s already part of our family!” Lois had clearly had a bit of a drink to calm her nerves, and she said, clapping her hands, leaving Clark speechless.
“Indeed.”
After thinking for a moment.
Clark agreed with Lois’s statement.
“No! He’s set off again! Destination…” Just as he was about to get back to serious business, he suddenly froze, as if seeing a scene.
“Where is Ian?”
Wonder Woman also happened to pass by.
She hadn’t seen Ian’s figure at all, so she made a bold and reasonable guess, “Our immortal boy didn’t happen to sneak out and eat Doomsday when you weren’t paying attention, did he?”
This was not a jest.
But rather, Wonder Woman was seriously contemplating Ian’s behavior. She had been rescuing in the city during the final phase and therefore hadn’t seen Doomsday’s death.
“No, he slipped into Luthor’s new factory and is now eating and drinking for free inside, taking things as well.”
Superman couldn’t help but sigh. Even he didn’t know how to judge Ian’s behavior of using his incredibly powerful digestive ability to destroy those evil chemical reagents.
“Zero Dollar Purchase?!”
Aquaman, who was carrying a damaged car, also passed by and his eyes widened in disbelief. He was a super rare species, but he had never experienced a Zero Dollar Purchase.
Queen Mera was extremely envious.
Because she had to stay home and take care of the child.
She hadn’t even been to the supermarket a few times.
Let alone experience this kind of “Earthling characteristic activity.”
“Tsk tsk, what a troublesome kid, thankfully I don’t have children.” Wonder Woman also felt a bit relieved upon hearing this, and then she saw the invincible Superman turn his head to look at her with a blank expression.
“Cough cough.”
Wonder Woman was very embarrassed.
“I’ll go help you find that brat.”
She volunteered.
Leaping into the sky.
Unfolding her flight ability and flying towards the outskirts of the city.
After about ten minutes.
Or perhaps fifteen minutes.
The final result was twenty minutes.
Amidst the continuous guesses from the heroes, Wonder Woman finally returned. She had indeed found Ian, but at this moment, Ian was bound by her glowing Lasso of Truth.
The car kept hitting her rear end.
Of course.
This was not a big deal.
What made Wonder Woman appear most disheveled were the shoe prints on her body and face, clearly indicating she had just gone through a brutal tug-of-war with Ian.
“What happened?”
Lois stepped forward, completely bewildered.
“Damn it! How did your son get so strong last night!! I couldn’t move him at all! He almost kicked me with four legs! Good heavens! Those were the legs of a Speed Force wraith!”
Diana was still shaken.
After she landed with Ian, the car hit her again in the kidney. Angrily, Wonder Woman glared back, only to see the car charge towards her stomach again.
“Stop it! Tell your car to stop!”
Diana shouted.
Dodging.
As if engaging in battle.
“Ian is the MVP, Auntie Diana is not just a carry, she also stopped Ian from opening the dungeon chest.” The bound Ian said expressionlessly.
He uttered a sentence with no emotional fluctuation.
It was Lois who spoke.
Only then did Diana avoid being continuously rear-ended by a car in public.
Of course, she wouldn’t get hurt.
But it was extremely embarrassing.
“Ian is the MVP, Auntie Diana is not just a carry, she also stopped Ian from opening the dungeon chest.”
Saying that.
Ian grew another mimic spider leg and used it to pour a bottle of potion into his mouth—he had still held back, if he had truly used his legs, he would have collected more than four.
“Gulp gulp gulp~”
Ian drank it all.
【 Savage Tyrant Experience Points+11】
【 Savage Tyrant Experience Points+9】
【 Savage Tyrant Experience Points+9】
……
The chemical drugs Lex Luthor used for biological enhancement experiments were clearly inferior to those used by Gotham Freaks.
Their effect was diminishing.
It was normal.
After all, he was wearing more than a dozen military backpacks.
Half of it was already empty.
【 Savage Tyrant lv10〔4145/5120〕】
The value of Lex Luthor’s dozen factories was only so much. What bothered Ian was that he still had more than a dozen factories he hadn’t investigated—the Justice League’s old man didn’t loot the treasure chest after finishing the dungeon!
And he wouldn’t let him loot it either!
Is Wonder Woman, this female old woman, a normal person?
Unreasonable!
“Ian is the MVP, Auntie Diana is not just a carry, she also stopped Ian from opening the dungeon chest.” The more he thought about it, the angrier Ian got, and he became a repeater again.
“Can you stop repeating that sentence! You’ve already said it over three hundred times!”
Diana was going crazy.
The response she received was still: “Ian is the MVP.”
Diana was extremely frustrated.
In the distance.
Lois was comforting the car.
Wonder Woman looked around, unable to see Superman. She couldn’t find anyone to help deal with Ian and was already starting to regret volunteering to capture this kid.
“Ian is the MVP, Auntie Diana is not just a carry, she also stopped Ian from opening the dungeon chest.” Just as Ian repeated himself again, making Wonder Woman grab her own hair.
“Um… Diana.” Aquaman’s wife, Queen Mera, who had been observing for a long time, couldn’t help but speak, “This boy from Superman’s family has been saying the same thing continuously, which is clearly not normal.”
“Could it be because he’s influenced by your rope?” As someone who appreciates good looks, she felt that this handsome young man must have had his reasons, not to mention she also knew that Ian had saved her and Aquaman once.
“Yes, that’s the reason.” Ian suddenly changed his expression and showed Queen Mera a brilliant smile, “Auntie Mera, you are so kind, you look very understanding.”
“I apologize for maliciously speculating about you before.”
The boy’s words made Queen Mera pause slightly.
“Maliciously speculating?”
She felt somewhat bewildered, displaying a look of utter confusion.
“You guys don’t actually believe his nonsense, do you? He just said that’s the reason, so he’s lying!” Diana was so angry she felt like she had developed demigod hypertension.
“The Lasso of Truth is completely useless against him! When I first tied him up, he said he liked me the most among the Justice League! But when I tried to take him, he changed his face! He turned on me faster than any villain I’ve ever met!”
Speaking of villains.
Diana seemed to have thought of something.
“Are you Zeus, by any chance? Trying to mess with me on purpose?” Wonder Woman was clearly stimulated and her blood pressure was indeed sky-high. She wanted to grab Ian’s face, but he dodged.
“Hmm? If I were Zeus, would you dare to tie me up with this thing? That would be utter blasphemy! Wait, I can also be Zeus.” Ian took a step back and jumped, and he immediately bounded eight hundred meters away with the Lasso of Truth.
“…”
Wonder Woman stood with her hands on her hips.
Grinding her teeth.
“Clark!”
She shouted.
Not far away.
Jordan and Jonathan watched the scene silently.
Jonathan was marveling at Ian’s jumping ability.
Jordan, on the other hand, was deep in thought.
“Those things Ian drank seem to be enhancement potions…”
Jordan stared at his younger brother Ian’s military backpack, which was rattling. He also knew that Ian must have “borrowed” some technology and tricks from some laboratory again.
“Dad said normal people can’t drink it, they’d die if they did.”
Jonathan turned to look at Jordan.
He didn’t quite understand what Jordan was thinking.
“Do you want to drink it?”
He was a little worried about his second brother becoming too immersed in the pursuit of power.
However.
The eldest brother was indeed worrying a bit too much.
“You said… could Kryptonian blood also strengthen ordinary people? If I were to sell my blood, it should sell for more than normal blood, right?”
Ian, the second brother, had a unique perspective on things.
“????”
Jonathan was completely bewildered.
“You’re going to sell blood?”
He snapped back to reality and immediately frowned.
“No, no, no.” Jordan waved his hand, “I want to sell something else, it’s similar to blood, but it’s more expensive… well, from what I understand of the market, it’s much more expensive than blood, and I just want to grab something and run.”
He stammered.
Being somewhat vague.
They were family.
Jonathan knew what Jordan was planning to sell.
“Are you crazy?”
His eyes widened.
He sincerely felt that Jordan’s thought process was sometimes even more bizarre than Ian’s.
“No… hey, you wouldn’t understand. I need money.” Jordan seemed genuinely desperate for money. Jonathan tried to persuade him kindly and offered some financial assistance.
Only then did Jordan abandon the idea of selling his future descendants.
Just then.
“What are you guys talking about?”
Clark descended from the sky with a dark expression.
This was the most severely damaged ruin, and there were hardly any residents to be seen.
The survivors had all been properly resettled.
After all, there was Wayne Enterprises.
And then, belatedly but more conspicuously, Queen Enterprises entered the rescue. The two corporations were competing to see who could be more charitable, so the disaster victims were housed in the cleared areas immediately.
There were many relief tents there.
“Talking about what? Nothing. We weren’t talking about anything.” Upon seeing his father approach, Jordan immediately put on an expression of “I did nothing.”
He tried to change the subject.
“I just saw Ian’s situation and was a bit curious… if ordinary people drink your blood, or something else, can they also become stronger?”
Jordan and Jonathan both looked at Clark.
Clark was taken aback.
His brow furrowed slightly.
His gaze swept back and forth between his two sons.
“No.”
He answered curtly.
Jordan was persistent: “How do you know?”
At this, Clark’s expression visibly stiffened. His eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and after a few seconds of silence, he displayed the authority of a strict father.
“Get to work immediately!”
Clark was covering up that he had also gone through a similar phase.
At the same time.
He was also covering up the attempts he and Lois had made.
“…”
Jordan and Jonathan were not as intelligent as Ian and did not realize the problem. They were stunned by Clark’s raised voice and quickly turned to resume clearing the ruins.
In the end.
Wonder Woman was still unable to catch Ian, but she got her Lasso of Truth back. Ian had also finished his important business and joined the family’s community service.
“I heard before that you saved my wife and me. Thank you.” Aquaman Arthur was digging through the ruins with Ian, and feeling the atmosphere a bit awkward, he initiated the conversation.
“No need to thank me, Uncle Arthur. Just remember you owe me over a thousand favors. I saved you and Auntie Mera, which means your descendants were born and could continue your lineage because of me.”
Ian was also working diligently.
He maintained his politeness.
However.
The response he gave was clearly that of a conversation stopper.
“Uh…”
Aquaman’s personality was clearly not equipped to handle such a brat. He could only cough awkwardly a couple of times, “Actually, my wife and I already have a beautiful son.”
“He’s studying at school today… If there’s a chance in the future, perhaps you could play together?” Aquaman felt quite favorable towards the child who had saved him and Queen Mera.
He also really wanted to strengthen his relationship with the Superman family.
“Hahaha, Arthur, you really are something. Yes, that’s right, let him play with your son for a few days.” Wonder Woman passed by and overheard Aquaman’s words.
And so.
The demigod couldn’t help but stop moving the abandoned bus, put it down, gave Aquaman a thumbs up, and then resumed the clearing work.
Ian threw a stone at him.
Missed the mark.
He stomped his feet in anger.
“So Arthur’s son is set for life then?”
The Flash sped past.
“???????”
Arthur was completely bewildered.
He hadn’t interacted with Ian that much.
So he also couldn’t grasp what The Flash meant. Due to the awkward silence that had returned to the atmosphere, Arthur, wanting to break the deadlock, cleared his throat again.
“You know, I’m a merman, I can talk to fish.” He wasn’t very skilled at communicating with children, so he revealed his most impressive ability.
Ian looked up at the burly man.
“I can too.”
He continued digging cheerfully.
“Really?”
Aquaman was stunned, his expression turning to shock.
“Mhm.”
Ian nodded.
He was clearly talking to fish now, so didn’t he have this special ability? Even if he didn’t, Lord Evil God couldn’t admit to any shortcomings.
“Then we can exchange experiences.”
Aquaman became interested.
He said.
Ian weaved.
He spoke again.
Ian then utilized his skills as a writer.
The interactions between Aquaman and Ian were quite pleasant.
This rescue.
Continued until evening.
It wasn’t that the entire city had recovered in just one day, but rather that the superheroes had done what they could. The remaining post-disaster reconstruction work was up to the officials and Wayne Enterprises.
Wayne Enterprises would bear the full financial responsibility for the reconstruction.
This move.
Green Arrow’s Queen Enterprises dared not compete; they only expressed that they would provide construction materials and ensure sufficient food and material supply in Metropolis during this time.
The Kent Family could finally go home.
Everyone else too.
Wonder Woman ended her day of fatigue and returned to her city. She took a bath, preparing to rest well, however, little did she expect her mobile phone to ring at that moment.
“Hello~ Hello~ Can you hear me?”
That was Batman’s deep voice.
Diana thought something urgent had happened and sat up.
However.
She could only hear.
“Diana, I’ve realized, Ian was indeed the MVP, and you truly got a win by doing nothing… I won’t say the last word; as Batman, I always have good conduct.”
Batman’s voice, as always, had a deep, incredible resonant tone.
The tone inexplicably caused Diana’s blood pressure to rise again.
She didn’t understand.
Why the other party could call her using Bruce’s telephone number.
Had he also taken over Bruce?
