Chapter 135: Batman’s Request! New Home Bbq!
Just like a cosmic spectacle.
Metropolis at night was even brighter than during the day. Half of Asgard King of Gods Odin’s divine power was injected into Ian, and Ian felt his head stuffed full of magic power.
He quietly hovered in mid-air.
His whole body emitted dazzling golden light like a humanoid light bulb.
His hair stood on end strand by strand.
Liquid-like magic power flowed under every inch of his skin—the most exaggerated was his head, that head now shone as brilliantly as a miniature sun.
The skull was almost turning into a translucent glassy form.
Not many people knew exactly how many years Odin had lived.
But how vast his divine power was, was known to all in the Nine Realms. Especially in his twilight years, this Asgard King of Gods’ immense divine power made him an existence that other Skyfathers dared not provoke.
After all.
Anyone with eyes could see.
Odin was burdened by his divine power.
But he still had the power to give up life for a true Ultimate Sublimation “explosion.” That was an attack no Skyfather could withstand, a Skyfather level mutual destruction deterrence.
Even pseudo-Skyfathers like Thanos knew this well. Odin in his twilight years indeed didn’t dare act rashly, but once he did, who knew if he could directly take out a Celestial one-for-one.
It was precisely this divine power deterrence.
Odin often needed to enter Odin’s Sleep, yet few forces in the universe dared invade Asgard, and now, half of this divine power was directly paid to Ian.
After a brief cross-universe delay.
Ian received this breach payment first thing.
How could he control it?
If he hadn’t noticed something wrong at the start of receiving the divine power and flown to the area above the clouds, it wouldn’t have been as simple as just igniting his new home.
“A new traitor turncoat under Lord Evil God is born, he is… Thor’s father?!” Ian wasn’t stupid; he could clearly judge from this divine power similar to Thor’s.
“Boom—”
This wasn’t a sound.
But a tremor deep in consciousness.
King of Gods Power.
Unlike traditional magic power that flows gently.
Nor like Thor and Hela’s divine power that operates controllably. It was a pure flood of divinity and strength, carrying accumulations and sediments of unknown years.
“Oh, oh, oh, am I experiencing an intracranial divine tide now? Fiercer than an intracranial orgasm!” When that King of Gods power continuously poured into Ian’s head.
He almost thought his head was going to explode. However, the Berserker Experience gained nothing from this—simply because Ian’s head didn’t actually explode.
Excess divine power flowed to the extra dimension for storage.
It was itself an extra organ in Ian’s body, now serving as backup hidden energy, naturally very reasonable to help Ian store divine power his body couldn’t bear.
This “hidden space” he created himself was not just a place to contain followers, but part of his body, another conceptual layer in his mind and existence structure.
Simply put.
The extra dimension was also part of Ian himself.
Any power inside actually belonged to Ian and could be drawn out anytime, just that maximum output each time would be limited by Ian’s own physical quality. In other words, Ian now was like a Gundam with infinite energy, but limited by frame material, at most able to self-destruct like Odin.
This was indeed a trump card; after self-destructing, enemies die, but Ian could reshape himself bit by bit, while enemies lacked such miraculous means.
Master Ian could self-destruct countless times.
But enemies might not withstand every time—think about it, this definitely had stronger deterrence than Odin, though it couldn’t count as a conventional means.
Odin turncoat.
Only contributed divine power to Lord Evil God, not physical quality—mainly because no way found yet to have followers share physical quality without dying.
Create contract.
Create magic.
Even if not following universe laws, self-consistency was still important, key to stable magic and contracts; Ian hadn’t found a way to take followers’ physical quality without harming them.
“Truly pitying my Wonder Man body, to bear so much vast boundless energy.” Ian didn’t mind much, just sighed a bit.
He had no need to use magic power anyway; Master Ian’s skills were all no-CD consuming only stamina, this wave of divine power boost strengthened his counter-damage most.
“Heart and head, whoever pierces these two spots for five damage to me, I can rebound fifty thousand… isn’t this a kind of numerical beauty?”
Ian knew he now definitely counted as sub-Skyfather life.
Only his body strength hadn’t kept up, far from it.
But.
From a certain angle.
This was actually more dangerous than true Skyfathers, unique among Skyfather level existences—bounce bomb type Skyfather, whoever strikes gets baptized by divine power flood.
Of course.
This wouldn’t affect Ian’s 【Berserker】 profession upgrade efficiency, as he just needed to store all magic power into the extra dimension during upgrades to freely toggle counter-damage mode. This was the flexibility from extra dimension; want divine power counter-damage, just flow divine power back into body.
Even precisely control rebound damage ratio.
Democratic free will embodied thoroughly here.
“Odin’s 50.001% divine power made me DC’s first Skyfather bomb.” Yes, slightly more than 50% by 0.001 percent.
Not a complete 50-50 split.
After all.
As the saying goes, if an evil god isn’t cunning, they’re definitely going mad! Only cunning sly evil gods are normal, just like whether the cook skimps on food.
Not tweaking contracts with wisdom tricks every few days.
Ian wouldn’t dare claim to be a wisdom evil god walking out. Especially with magic power now filling his brain, making his mind and soul’s self-perception extremely clear.
“My body is being remodeled.”
As Odin’s Power continuously washed.
Ian’s body was also changing. That constitution reinforcement originally only during profession upgrades now seemed, under Odin’s Power influence, about to become his norm.
Yes.
Magic power despises its owner.
It reinforces its owner itself.
Quite wise, just like Ian himself.
【Eternal Life: Your life is blessed by divine power, time is no longer poison but aid to your transformation; you have gained infinite lifespan life.
With your future age growth, your physique will grow stronger under divine power nourishment. Current effect: +3 constitution daily, +2 strength daily.】
The positive status appearing bottom right also verified Ian’s intuition was correct; he was indeed undergoing divine power remodeling after jackpot, in a way similar yet not identical to Asgardians.
Living long won’t give Ian divine power.
But living long makes Ian’s physique stronger. This buff birthed from Asgard King of Gods Power, if not wrong, was just the start now.
As everyone knows.
Asgardians grow stronger with age.
This strengthening is exponential growth trend; if system didn’t skimp Ian’s due treatment, daily numerical gains would also exponentially rise with age. Extra dimension sent burp-like energy ripples. Those purified divine powers had condensed into liquid gold-like reserves.
Ready to be called anytime.
Meanwhile.
Divine power’s “appearing from nowhere” continued.
“Now, I just need eternal youth to be perfect!”
Ian immersed in joy, but soon couldn’t be happy, as overlooking ground residents pointing at him, he suddenly sensed wrong.
Sirens rose and fell.
A figure in red-blue uniform rapidly flew over.
“Oh no!”
Ian wanted to run.
But with his glowing head, where could he run? Just turning head, the boy saw Old Father close by, chest “S” badge especially shiny under his head’s light.
“What is this situation?”
Luckily Old Father’s mood was stable; reincarnation must be like this, family understands how important being reborn or adopted into stable-emotion family is.
“Uh, this is a long story, I’ll make it short.” Ian blinked still-glowing eyes, “I’m turning into light? Estimate few more years to become Tiga.”
He clearly dared not say he became Skyfather bounce bomb, fearing Old Father make family-damaging decisions, like taking him to Mars to settle.
This was very likely.
After all.
If Ian couldn’t send divine power to extra dimension in time, even by his current body-storable divine power, exploding wouldn’t just be Metropolis going up or not.
Odin’s Power.
Explode with real kick.
“????”
Hearing Ian yelling about becoming Tiga again, Clark really felt he couldn’t hold it, scanning up and down, “Related to your disappearing in restroom before?”
Old Father saw Ian disappear with own eyes before.
Linking Ian’s changes to vanishing now was reasonable.
“Mm-hmm, that’s me chosen by light, became selected child, went to Land of Light for light trial!” Ian nodded like pounding garlic.
For such talk, Superman wouldn’t believe, deep breath showing understanding of Ian, “Ian, do you still have truth quota today?”
Family knew Ian’s habit of only 20% truth daily.
“Still have, still have, but not much, gotta save, it’s just early morning.” Ian blinked eyes, face red heart unmoved opening mouth.
This perhaps counted as a showdown.
At least Clark knew Ian had some weird unspeakable trouble—maybe related to first time Ian said he dream-walked Wonderland, they took him to Dr. Hannibal.
At least Clark thought so.
As Superman opened mouth to say something, retro telephone ring suddenly sounded.
“Hello.”
Few saw Clark answer phone as Superman.
It was a special mobile phone.
After all.
Even if Ian perfectly controlled his destructive power emission, at current close distance, normal phone absolutely no signal.
“Clark!”
Diana’s voice even through receiver seemed full of spittle, “Your son was juvenile god body last night, today turning into Great Sun God King in sky?!”
“I saw him glowing in sky from several cities away!” Wonder Woman’s voice full of incredulous shock, she even wanted to suggest Clark use Ian to open power company.
“Great Sun God King.” Ian leaned over correcting, “Great Sun God King sounds better, already thought, future I’ll one-hand hold Metropolis invincible in world.”
He did have bit confidence inflation.
Diana directly ignored his interruption, still incredulously asking Clark, “This too outrageous! Your little son ate your Kryptonian growth fertilizer?”
Had to say, Wonder Woman not only stereotyped Ian, perhaps Krypton too, always feeling Krypton had weird things.
On this.
Superman momentarily speechless.
He could only use Wonder Woman’s stereotype.
“Kryptonians are like this”
Clark dryly repeated, like trying to brainwash himself repeater, “Kryptonians are like this, um, just this unscientific.”
He finally admitted Kryptonians unscientific.
Wonder Woman satisfied.
“Alright.” Diana’s voice pleased, but soon annoyed again, “Damn! Why after wrong answer still need praise Emperor of All Laws????”
Too many question marks.
Best showed Wonder Woman’s current mood.
She clearly still appealing account verification.
“Isn’t this more time-saving conscientious than watching ads?” Ian snatched words questioning, Wonder Woman other end silent full half minute.
“Clark, tell your son hurry return my account! Stayed up to now only got three right in five hundred questions!” Wonder Woman complained directly.
Luckily Ian good mood today.
Naturally big-hearted.
“Auntie Diana! Don’t rush! Our relation good to me writing book for you! Of course willing open backdoor once, later back grant you 【Wonder Woman】 verification tag!” Ian no need hide he was mystery man, as Batman already handed site control.
This was a gift!
“Hm?”
Diana hearing, missed key info, just helplessly sighed, finally no longer treating Ian as air, “Do I still need thank you?”
Don’t know why.
Diana found herself somewhat unwilling to take backdoor.
Wanted challenge five hundred big questions.
Perhaps women liking whips all had such trait.
“No need thank me, I like doing good deeds.” Ian grinned like bear stealing honey, face still emitting dazzling glow.
“But if must thank, come help fix house tomorrow?”
Kent Family little son wanted close barn after lost sheep, Clark’s face visibly twitched, he knew current new home state.
“You haven’t fixed house yet?” Diana felt Superman lazy, after all by her understanding of Superman, one night least fix three-five houses.
On this.
Clark also hard to explain, bitterness unspeakable.
“Uh, layout ugly, plan rebuild.” Clark knew not air family ugliness, in Metropolis, watching own house ignited by son unbearable on face. Mainly newspaper overtime, boss sudden night meeting on struggle and effort delayed him.
“Alright, tomorrow I’ll help.”
Wonder Woman no suspicion.
Decisively agreed.
Not just for exemption entry V, also wanted see Ian’s exact situation, what happened to glow nonstop in sky late night.
One night.
Why such big change?
Juvenile god race directly to god king?
Can’t be this idealistic!
Diana at window, gazing sky, even couldn’t look straight at Ian, body divine power trembled, imaginable she sensed Ian’s leap.
“Such terrifying energy, even if someone says this kid is Superman and this universe’s child, I’d definitely believe…” Diana somewhat muddled from questions.
Other side.
Call hung up.
Night wind brushed, Metropolis “light bulb” still brilliant.
Ian and Clark hovered mid-air, eyeing each other, no words. One head glowing like sun, other helplessly staring.
Really big eyes small eyes.
Long after.
“So.”
Superman recently cramming mystical knowledge pointed at son’s glowing head, finally couldn’t hold, “How long will your current state last?”
“My head…” Ian touched own head, “Will naturally extinguish when time comes.”
He really couldn’t explain clearly.
Could only project “Metropolis Energy-Saving Environmental Ambassador” onto clouds with divine power.
“Tonight whole city saved how much electricity bill, isn’t this good deed?” Ian still liked perspective-taking, this talk left Clark speechless.
“Uh…”
Clark opened mouth.
Found couldn’t retort.
Father-son continued silent aerial stare, like two petrified sculptures. Until—
“Beep beep beep!”
Clark’s phone rang again, meanwhile horizon black dot appeared—that iconic Batmobile approaching at alarming speed.
Pitch-black armor gleamed cold under moonlight.
Obviously.
It undergone special mods, but even so, Batmobile stopped far away, not daring approach Ian and Clark’s position.
“Hello?”
Superman answered.
As expected, Batman’s low voice came.
“Explain?”
Gotham Freak concise.
Clark glanced son, steeled nerves repeating: “Ian chosen by light, became Apostle of Light, went to Land of Light, now Light King.”
He paused, looked sky, added.
“Also learned Ultraman signature.”
Obviously.
Old Father not ignorant of Ultraman, Ian always chattered at home about wanting be Tiga, even unaware passively absorbed info.
“?????”
Phone other end terribly silent.
Batman felt father-son treating him alien fooling, well, seemed no issue. After silence, still used super gravel voice speaking.
“I detected Ian’s head now gathers energy stronger than stars, but not erupted—our Earth can’t bear such big explosion.”
Batman’s breathing unchanged.
He not anxious.
Ian somewhat anxious.
“I control very well! And storing divine power into perfect mystical organ, no problem, whoever blows Earth impossible my turn.”
This also truth.
He very clear.
If Gotham Freak thought him bounce bomb, might not be Mars living issue, Gotham Freak might suggest Clark send him Andromeda galaxy study abroad.
“Hope real fairies there.”
Just as Ian wanted explain dimension demon god like this.
“I know you control well.”
Batman calmly answered.
No outburst.
His reaction left Ian pondering, Clark instantly alert, this abnormal attitude made Clark look to Batmobile.
“What you planning?”
He knew Batman far better than Ian.
As expected.
Batman not ill meant other issues brewing.
“I think this opportunity, Clark.” Batman’s voice suddenly rare urgency, “Need you and Ian’s help.”
Hearing, Superman no immediate reply, frowned feeling bad—whenever Bruce spoke this tone, someone doomed.
Likely himself.
“What help?”
Clark cautious opening.
Ultimately no outright reject without hearing.
He heavy on loyalty and righteousness after all.
“You can use Ian’s current state.” Batmobile hovered nearby, hatch slowly opened, “Help forge armor I envisioned.”
Gotham Freak’s masked face in hatch raised special telescope.
Letting him remotely view Ian.
“Hm?”
Clark’s expression froze. Vaguely recalled years-ago shelved mad plan—then Bruce mentioned ultimate armor to counter Darkseid.
Hellbat armor.
This armor’s initial concept, metal forged inside star, as Superman and teammates lacked ability, plan shelved years.
“No, you think this works?” Clark turned looked Ian’s glowing but not hot bulb head, expression utterly bizarre.
“Why not? Project long shelved, but now Ian’s state maybe only chance.” Batman’s voice via phone.
“Also verifies if Ian truly masters that power.” His figure at hatch door, cape flapping night wind, instruments in hand scanning Ian’s data.
On this.
Clark didn’t know how respond, turned to Ian again.
“Use my head as furnace? Even hammer on my head? Outrageous!” Ian naturally wouldn’t agree this dignity-trampling plan.
He loudly objected, furious.
“Won’t hammer your head, your head can’t bear hammering, it’s just furnace.” Responding, Batman’s tone also weird.
He really couldn’t comprehend.
Even less make effective guess.
Why Ian’s body shouldn’t hold such power yet didn’t explode—this new Jesus overturning science, cognition miracle?
Batman had many thoughts.
Ian had only one.
“Still no! I, Ian Kent! Absolutely not anyone’s alchemy furnace! This becomes my black history!” His attitude firmly resolute.
“Alright, my son disagrees, so I won’t agree.” Superman saw Ian’s attitude, turned firmly to distant Batman.
No other reasons.
On this.
Batman’s expression unchanged.
“I’ll pay.”
His voice as always low deep, but now with Uncle Bruce’s warmth—at least in Ian’s ears.
He child hugged by Uncle Bruce’s money.
Wouldn’t mishear.
Three simultaneously silent moment.
“Uh, Bruce, I think…” Superman just wanted say “not money issue,” saw glowing hand stretch to cover his mouth.
“How much?”
Ian’s eyes.
If those two spotlight orbs still called eyes.
Brightness tripled now.
“How much you want?”
Batman no nonsense.
Straight to point.
“One billion!”
Ian lion-big mouth.
Felt his head worth this price.
On this.
Batman frowned.
Just as Ian felt rejection or criticism coming.
“I’ll give ten billion.”
Batman’s voice no hesitation, frown just marveling poor Kent Family’s lack imagination, ten billion way cheaper than star forging.
After all.
Ian’s head controllable energy furnace.
“What!?”
Ian’s eyes brightened at least fivefold.
“Good good good! Quick! Dad! Forge armor for Master Wayne! My star head perfect as furnace! Divine artifacts forged with my magic power come super enchanted!”
He even wanted tug Clark’s cape.
Dodged by Clark.
Bio-electric field covered cape not defending everything.
“Your dignity? Black history you didn’t want?” Old Father didn’t know how many facepalms today, tone full speechless questioning Ian.
However.
Ian ignored questions.
“I’m Dark Tiga, should have black history!”
Evil god having black history normal.
He anxiously told Clark.
“Ten billion is my lost dignity, now pick back! Quick, Old Man! I’ll buy big house! Don’t let Uncle Bruce wait!”
Ian kept urging.
Superman could only fly to Batmobile.
Materials brought over.
But Ian still wanted face, to dodge reporters military various forces scouting, he and Clark directly rushed out Earth to space vacuum.
“This feeling, last time held back bad.” Ian finally felt joy of no breathing, divine power self-cycling supplying body and cells energy.
Two arrived on Moon.
Ian gradually finishing receiving divine power, actively lit magic head brighter than eyes’ star power, actually divine power and eye power totally different.
Only.
Both usable for forging.
Ian’s eyes couldn’t burst enough energy.
But King of Gods Power could.
“You sure do this?”
Clark looked at metal materials in hand.
Not ordinary alloys.
Each block extremely precious.
His tone hesitant.
“Do it!” Ian excited, eyes eager glow, “Guarantee strongest enchantment for Master Wayne even Auntie Diana can’t imagine!”
Divine power boiled in body, surged from crown like star eruption, surging immense, Clark felt hard to look.
Luckily Ian controlled well.
All energy precisely confined to forging range.
No leak.
Father-son eyed each other.
“Really buy you big house.” Ian encouraged Old Father, he wanted money besides developing company, no other big uses.
For tech company development, Ian had great ideas to aid magic power growth. He knew how deeply fuse dimension demon god and capitalist.
“Who wants your big house… I just feel this too absurd.” Clark never dreamed one day cooperate with little son on this.
Not car repair.
Not normal father-son time.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Universe rang with odd forging sounds.
Meanwhile.
On Earth, Metropolis night sky still bright, just softer than before.
Many citizens already shocked birds now sleepless, not just them, 《Daily Planet》 editorial, Lois Lane and colleagues crowded window.
All discussing sky night spectacle.
“Definitely military new energy experiment.” Photographer certain.
“Bet alien power bank!” Entertainment editor chimed.
“You feel” Finance columnist pushed glasses, “It looks like giant bulb?”
Lois sighed, rubbing temples: “I only know we’ll overtime again.”
Office instantly wails. Reporters just excitedly discussing now showed “bittersweet” complex faces—big news good, but 3am deadline despairing.
Then, office door pushed, tempting roasted meat aroma wafted in.
“Everyone! Night snack here!” Social news Tom carried big box in, “Authentic fruitwood roast!”
Starving reporters swarmed. Lois took roasted ribs skewer, bit, tender juicy made her raise brow surprised: “Where buy big late night?”
“You don’t know?” Bringing roast reporter Tom surprised, wiping mouth grease, “Your two big sons now at Third Avenue stall! Real fruitwood grill sell!”
Lois chewing froze.
“Real fruitwood?”
Ominous premonition surged.
Sure enough, next second accident news Lisa rushed in, holding just developed photos, Lois just glanced realized wrong.
Photos: two aproned youths before burning house, one flipping grill, other enthusiastically selling to firefighters—that clearly Jonathan and Jordan!
“Crunch.”
Lois expressionless bit roast. Originally tender juicy taste suddenly complex—each bite with pine clear fragrance and subtle feel.
Hm.
Her new home’s taste.
[ps: Stored enough, 25,26,27, three days repay debt.]
