Chapter 227: Who’s The Smartest In The Kent Family?
It has to be said.
Sangong Mo might be useless in other aspects, but he does have a certain level of discernment. He indeed guessed the characteristics of the 【Entropy Lord】.
【Life Feeding: Your existence is the rest note of entropy increase. As the incarnation between order and chaos in the universe, the Entropy Lord innately possesses the instinct to absorb the energy of all things.
Whether it is a star or those great existences… everything that has 「energy」 can be perceived and devoured by you. All things in the world are nutrients to help you grow endlessly.
When you are in the hunger state, your sanity value will decrease by thirty percent, and when you are in the satiated state, all your attributes will receive a fifty percent boost. 】
This is the most core talent skill of the 【Entropy Lord】, and it also represents the devouring essence ability of the 【Entropy Lord】. Sangong Mo indeed guessed most of it.
Of course, even if given ten thousand more chances, Sangong Mo would never imagine that the existence of the 【Entropy Lord】 is actually a beneficial help to the universe and to this world.
This is not only the case in the Marvel Universe, but also in the DC Universe. Galactus mainly devours those planets and galaxies that are already aging, full of entropy increase, and heading toward decay. By destroying old celestial bodies, Galactus creates conditions for the birth of new stars, galaxies, and life.
This prevents the universe from falling into unchanging stagnation.
Galactus’s behavior plays a role of “pruning” and “updating” the universe on a macro level, preventing the universe from falling into complete chaos or stagnation.
Moreover, he alleviates the burden of eternal entropy increase for the universe, which can be considered as extending the universe’s lifespan. No universe would reject such a “beneficial insect”.
From Ian’s current human incarnation as Star Eater in the DC Universe, who still hasn’t received any suppression, this point can be seen. However, because Sangong Mo doesn’t understand the attributes of 【Star Eater】, he has no way to realize this. He even regards Ian as a flood beast that will eventually poison the entire universe.
“As expected! You are the tumor of the outer universe! What greed… what terrifying ability!!!” Sangong Mo’s voice carried a slight tremor.
That was fear stemming from the unknown and absolute plundering nature.
However, his roar full of terror and the meaning of revealing the truth sounded completely different in the ears of countless people on Earth who were watching the “live stream”.
“Beep—beep beep beep—beep—!!!”
A series of extremely harsh, rhythmic bleeps perfectly covered all of Sangong Mo’s “lines”.
In front of the television.
The parents who were nervously watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief.
They said to the child beside them.
“See, baby, that big bad guy is saying profanity again! Luckily our God of Light thoughtfully shielded the bad words, otherwise you couldn’t learn them!”
The gentle mother beside them also nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of emotion: “Lord Ian is so thoughtful and gentle, even considering such details for us.”
“The great hero, he is still a child himself, facing such a terrifying monster alone, yet still protecting our children from pollution… I’m really moved to death, who gets it!”
Saying this.
This mother also started a post on the 【Little Green Book】 under Ian.
On the internet.
Related discussions were even more heated.
“Hahaha, dying of laughter, this bleep sound is so soulful! That demon’s mouth is full of profanity, isn’t he a Gotham demon?”
“God of Light is mighty! Not only powerful in strength, but also noble in character! Love it love it!”
“Brothers! Justice will prevail! God of Light took down one! One left! Cheer!”
“I’m betting my pocket money for this month on God of Light to win! Charge charge charge!” The people saw Ian defeat a powerful enemy and “thoughtfully” shield the demon’s filthy language, and were instantly even more excited, with prayers, cheers, and tips surging in like a tsunami.
Yes.
Although Ian said he didn’t love money, he didn’t turn off the tipping function in his live stream room. This tactic is still not understood by most streamers in America today.
Besides money.
People also provided Ian with another massive wave of power of faith!
However, just as the global populace was cheering and celebrating Ian’s “victory” and “thoughtfulness”, the “scene” in the Dark Dimension had a completely different vibe.
Although the power in his body was surging so much it was about to overflow, and his body size had expanded to an unprecedented extent, Ian’s performance in the “live stream” footage was completely another matter.
The golden giant who had just “barely” defeated the strong enemy not only didn’t press the advantage, but suddenly clutched his chest with that huge, shining golden hand. His heart was pounding wildly, and his massive body even hunched slightly, as if enduring great pain.
“What a powerful opponent.” The originally “resolute” expression on Ian’s face was instantly replaced by a look mixed with fatigue, pain, and weakness.
He even started “muttering to himself”, his voice not loud, but just right to be clearly transmitted through the live stream equipment to every viewer’s ears, full of tragic and sacrificial tones.
“Ugh… To deal with that guy, my power… was consumed too much… origin… severely damaged…” He panted heavily, acting extremely convincingly.
The golden light seemed to dim a bit.
“Feels like… my body has been drained… almost… almost can’t hold on…”
No wonder Hollywood has so many hack actors who thrive; the public really can’t tell good from bad, or rather, under specific atmosphere and emotional projection, they are willing to choose to believe.
Ian’s exaggerated to the point of almost clumsy sob story, combined with his recent “narrow victory” over Darkseid and the “visual evidence” of his golden light flickering, instantly gripped the hearts of global viewers!
Countless people watching the “live stream” through various screens subconsciously covered their mouths, gasping in cold air, their eyes full of sincere worry and heartache.
As if the golden giant on the screen, even larger than a mountain, had really reached the brink of exhaustion.
“Hero… hold on!”
“Don’t let anything happen to you!”
“God bless Lord Ian!”
Similar prayers and whispers arose in thousands of households.
However, amid this global atmosphere of concern, two people had completely different reactions.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
Perhaps only the old father and old mother, seeing Ian’s performance through the TV screen, not only weren’t worried, but simultaneously slapped their foreheads in different places.
In a relatively intact block amid the ruins.
Clark Kent, watching the live stream on a public television, couldn’t help but slap his forehead with a crisp sound. The usual gentle smile on his face had long disappeared, replaced by a complex expression mixing helplessness, embarrassment, and “can’t bear to watch”.
As the old father who deeply knew what kind of character his youngest son had, he was all too clear that the surging power in Ian’s body right now was probably about to overflow.
That so-called “body drained” was purely acted for the “family” to see.
“Ian’s acting skills couldn’t even get him a school drama role.” Wonder Woman Diana Princess commented expressionlessly, and her words received unanimous agreement from the other Justice League members.
“The child is still young… the child is still young… at least he didn’t turn out bad.”
Superman kept muttering.
As if brainwashing himself.
“If not for his bizarre behavior, a lot of people might die tonight.”
Sure enough.
Superman quickly convinced himself.
The other teammates in the Justice League all knew what Ian was like, so Superman wouldn’t feel embarrassed about it anymore—the invincible Superman naturally had to cultivate invincible thick skin.
The one most exasperated inside was actually Lois in the newspaper agency.
“Smack!”
Almost at the same time, in the 《Daily Planet》 office that was buzzing with excitement and rushing manuscripts, Lois Lane made the same motion.
She rubbed her aching temples hard, feeling her reporter soul and mother’s heart fiercely clashing. Looking at her youngest son’s “weak” appearance on the screen, and sensing the fervor around her colleagues who were completely stirred up and eager to enshrine Ian as a god, she felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Sometimes.
Lois really wanted to just be an ordinary reporter. She knew her colleagues weren’t moved because they believed Ian’s acting, but because the event Ian created had great news value.
Yes, the reporters’ emotion and fervor were all acting. Those familiar with America know that top-tier actors become wrestlers and fighters, second-tier become reporters, politicians, lawyers, doctors; only third-tier actors flow into Hollywood that movie factory.
But Lois was different.
After all, she had “known Ian since he was little”, specifically meaning she knew him from childhood, and knew exactly what he was up to even if he just puckered his butt.
Now, at the forefront of public opinion manufacturing, in the 《Daily Planet》 news editorial department, watching Ian on the screen, Lois’s feelings were even more complex than seeing an acquaintance act.
“What sin have I committed? Going to hell might not be worse… Hiss, if I go to hell later, will I endlessly loop experiencing today’s scene?”
Lois had some understanding of hell, mainly from the most boastful family member, her son Ian, who just a few days ago couldn’t go three sentences without mentioning his trip to hell.
Precisely because of this.
Lois felt that hell’s “little black room loop” might not be much worse.
She sat among a group of excited, furiously writing reporter colleagues, watching her youngest son not only forcibly dominate global screens, performing toe-curlingly abstract drama, while her direct superior, the newspaper’s editor-in-chief Perry White, paced the office area, spitting as he demanded they seize the first-mover advantage in publishing news.
“Quick! Write fast! Front-page headline!”
“Tone! Mind the tone! It must be absolutely positive energy!”
“Lavish praise! Make this ‘God of Light’s’ sacrifice, dedication, greatness so moving it touches heaven and earth!”
“Even if fabricating, make it tear-jerking enough to make readers tear up! Make our 《Daily Planet》 the most authoritative chronicler of this ‘miracle’!”
“Especially fabricate some insider stories related to this new hero; audiences love that. Based on past experience, superheroes won’t come forward to clarify anything.”
Under the editor-in-chief’s passionate guidance and “example”, her colleagues around her had ideas flowing like springs, keyboards clacking, various ornate rhetoric and emotional passages coming effortlessly, striving to beautify and elevate Ian’s every action and line, showcasing the prowess of wordsmiths to the fullest.
“On the brink of bodily collapse, what he thought of was still Earth’s safety, the survival of billions of lives! What selflessness and grandeur!”
“That line ‘for the family’, expresses his deep bond of blood connection with all humanity!”
“The light may temporarily dim, but the fire of hope he ignited will never extinguish!” Liberal arts students are all good at reading comprehension.
Lois was originally one of the best among them.
Unfortunately now her toenails were curling three rooms and a hall in her shoes.
Listening to these praises that even she found cheesy enough to give goosebumps, Lois held her pen facing the blank document, feeling it weighed a thousand pounds and couldn’t put it down.
Was she supposed to write that this God of Light, at three years old, still didn’t dare sleep alone and liked to sneak under her and Clark’s bed to pitch a tent when they weren’t paying attention?
Was she supposed to write, according to relatives’ revelations, that even at fourteen, he still hated broccoli and could hide it in any corner of the house?
As Lois picked up the pen, her mind was full of such content.
Fabricate some selfless and grand stories about Ian? Sorry, her mind only had Ian at six learning to scam Jordan’s pocket money and sell Jonathan overpriced protein powder.
The old mother really couldn’t do it!
At that moment, editor-in-chief Perry White came to her workstation, looked at the blank screen in front of Lois and her conflicted expression, and puzzledly adjusted his glasses.
“Lane? What’s wrong with you? This isn’t your level! You, who can win the Pulitzer Prize （highest honor for reporters）, facing this epic-grade event, shouldn’t be like this! Where’s the inspiration? The passion?” Perry White sized up Lois, thinking she didn’t look like she had run out of talent.
“Uh…”
Lois’s heart skipped at the editor-in-chief’s question, she quickly squeezed out an extremely stiff awkward smile on her face, her brain racing to find a lame excuse.
“I-I might have eaten too many sandwiches just now… a bit… a bit carb comatose. Yes, carb comatose! Brain not turning well, let me… let me take a breather, it’ll be fine right away! Right away!” Lois’s excuse was obviously clumsy, but her acting of being somewhat carb comatose completely crushed Ian’s.
After all.
The prettier the woman, the better she acts.
Perry White looked at Lois skeptically, but given her past brilliant record and credibility, he didn’t say much, just patted her shoulder.
“Adjust ASAP! This could be the biggest news in our careers!” After saying that, he turned to guide other idea-flowing reporters.
“Make it exaggerated enough!”
“Yes! Yes! Write that this new hero grew up in an orphanage.”
“Then raised by two gay husbands and two lesbian wives… write two versions, no, ten versions, try not to offend any group.”
“Add all elements like new immigrant, American Dream, etc.”
The editor-in-chief was directing the landscape.
Watching the editor-in-chief’s departing back, Lois sighed silently, feeling even more headache. The manuscript still had to be written, and it had to be “noble, bright, and positive”.
Written to meet the editor-in-chief and “public opinion’s” expectations.
She rubbed her throbbing temples, struggled for a moment, and finally helplessly pulled out her mobile phone. The one who ties the bell must untie it, or rather, only magic can defeat magic.
Thinking of this.
Lois stealthily looked at her shoulder bag.
“Kitty, almighty kitty, help me write the manuscript, remember our combo? Reporter and cat… it’s time to experience each other’s lives.” The woman who raised Ian clearly wasn’t harmless either; Lois actually tried to use Superman Cat as a fairy cat.
The Superman Cat, sleeping soundly and woken by Lois shaking it, first meowed a few times to express its illiteracy, then saw Lois didn’t understand. It skillfully unlocked Lois’s mobile phone, found the contact noted as “Madison （Ian’s deskmate）” and pressed dial.
“Ring ring ring~”
The call is connecting.
Perhaps the Superman Cat from the Kent Family Home is the only one with super intelligence.
“Right, Ian’s this friend definitely knows best how to write Ian as noble, bright, and positive without awkwardness!” Lois recalled the few times she met that girl.
A spark of hope immediately rose in her originally despondent heart. Seeing Lois accept the suggestion, Superman Cat skillfully opened Lois’s shopping app.
It ordered itself a few “high-end” cat foods with maxed-out ingredient lists. The independent cat of the new era is perhaps this picky, not fragrant enough without enough additives.
Eating for that eternal preservative taste~
