Chapter 24: Nightmare World! Homelander!
Death Knight’s Kin?
Looking at the status name on the status bar, Ian’s first thought was of the Death Knight from the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but he couldn’t quite figure out what kind of character it was at the moment.
He did remember the Death Angel.
As for the Death Knight… after all, it had been more than ten years since his transmigration, and even though Ian frequently consolidated his memories, it was difficult for him to clearly recall such minor details.
Not to mention that he wasn’t fully aware of all aspects of the world he currently lived in. He was a man with a Gaokao score of over seven hundred, so the books he read the most were naturally textbooks.
As for movies and comics? They were just diversions in his spare time. If he had known he would transmigrate into the DC Universe, Ian would have dropped out of school and become a true “comic expert” at home.
“Regardless, this pendant Madison gave me is probably not simple.” Ian realized that the entity bestowing the brand on his hand must be a Big Shot.
He just didn’t know how big and how strong this Big Shot was. Of course, being able to accurately detect such mysterious identity information made Ian think even more highly of his System.
“Perhaps I really have a chance to escape the identity of an ordinary NPC.” Ian looked down at the brand on the back of his hand; the pattern had smooth lines yet was full of a certain mysterious charm.
The only downside was that it didn’t bring any negative effects.
This made him somewhat disappointed and regretful.
No matter who the Big Shot behind this special status was, Ian felt that the other party didn’t understand his needs very well; it was clear they only paid him superficial attention.
“You shrimp-head!”
Ian only dared to mutter this in his heart; it was already quite bold. He rubbed the brand a few more times and then took out the homework assigned by his teacher.
Yes, that’s right, even in America’s public schools, there was homework, just not much of it, and it was usually completed quickly.
It took about ten minutes for the faster ones, half an hour for the slower ones, and for Ian, it took two hours. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, but he would complete 20 assignments.
As a true Top Student.
Ian had long been providing private custom services for his classmates, with a detailed insight into the level all students should possess. This kind of business had never been discovered by any teacher.
“It’s only in public schools that there are so many children who dislike studying,” Ian lamented slightly. In fact, given his parents’ abilities, both Ian and his two older brothers had the capital to attend private schools, but who could help it when their father was the combination of divinity and humanity, Superman, who was close to a Saint in the DC Universe?
Integrating with the masses was important.
This was Superman’s philosophy and his parenting style. At the same time, in Ian’s opinion, choosing public schools for their children might also have been to prevent them from being influenced by High Society and their values.
Smoking and drinking?
These bad habits were child’s play in American private schools. The bad students in those schools were so much worse than the so-called School Bullies in public schools, whom the bad kids in public schools couldn’t even compare to.
“Done! Pack it up!”
Ian finished his little enterprise.
He then began his creation of the purple Tyrannical Superman Falls in Love with Me purple story. He was experiencing writer’s block, so he decided to introduce new elements, like Superman being hit by a spaceship and losing his memory for hundreds of light-years, forgetting the female protagonist.
In the subsequent story, Superman even forgot that he was Superman, and was taken in by a scheming female villain, forcing the forty-year-old protagonist to return to her old profession and become a cleaning Auntie at the villain’s company.
“The protagonist also has to discover the company’s dark secret, and attempts to use sanitary napkins to poison and control all the girls in the world, with only the protagonist, who has been menopausal for many years, remaining unaffected!”
“Oh, and the protagonist also has nine children, who can be sent out one by one like the Gourd Babies. I’m such a Stitched Monster genius!” Ian was very satisfied with his plot design.
He once again poured his heart and soul into writing. To be honest, Ian no longer cared whether the book was published or made money; he felt that the most important thing was to write it to his own satisfaction.
Of course.
Making money would be a Win-Win.
Ian wins twice.
“What a exhilarating storm of inspiration!” Ian stopped writing when he reached a part he found tedious. After some thought, he decided to submit the manuscript to the publishing house he had been looking for.
Wayne Enterprises had a controlling stake.
He figured there would definitely be an editor with a Discerning Eye there.
Ian believed in Batman’s business investment skills.
“I’ll mail it tomorrow.”
Ian, full of anticipation, tidied up his first manuscript, polished the details carefully, and then left the room to wash up. Upon his return, the clock on his desk had already pointed to a special moment.
【11:59】
……
Ian quickly ran to his bedding.
【12:00】
……
Finally, at the last moment, Ian covered himself with the quilt. Ian lay flat on his back, his hands clasped over his abdomen, like a corpse prepared for burial.
And as the new boundary between one day and the next arrived, he also entered the slightly bizarre and peculiar world as expected. The biting cold wind blew across his cheeks without any harm. Ian slowly opened his eyes; the familiar lead-gray sky pressed down on his vision, and goose-feather snow fell silently.
“My respawn point is really far away this time.” Ian exhaled, looked around, found the bridge as a reference point, and then clearly understood his location.
“Homelander! Homelander!”
Entering this world again.
Ian’s mind was filled with the goal of getting closer to “Family.” Wiping away the snow with his hand, he briefly checked the street signs, and then began to run wildly towards the north.
With Strength and Constitution several times that of an ordinary person, he ran like a nimble leopard, truly a human transport, quickly passing through silent streets.
The snow continued to fall.
This city was too vast.
Even with Ian’s Speed, he was panting. He ran for several hours before finding the familiar place, which might also be related to him getting temporarily lost along the way.
Ian felt he couldn’t entirely blame his poor sense of direction. The main reason was that after learning that this place was related to the Marvel Universe, he had also been searching the surrounding areas for the corpses of other potential Superheroes along the route.
However.
He found nothing.
Fortunately, he finally found the street where the corpses of Hulk and Homelander were located. Hulk was already buried by the snow, but the snow accumulation wasn’t too much.
Standing on the street.
Ian hesitated for a moment.
He looked at his greatly increased yellow Strength yellow and yellow Constitution yellow attributes, and finally decided to climb with his own hands instead of looking for tools to use around him.
Humans invented and learned to use tools because of their diligence.
And he.
Was somewhat lazy.
“Here I come! A-Zhu!” Ian first took a few steps back, then, with a sudden sprint, he shot up the arm of the Hulk like a skyrocket.
It turned out.
A boy who relies on himself doesn’t have bad luck.
Ian succeeded.
He had won his gamble. He didn’t know if Tang Niu was the Gambler God, but he knew he was definitely a Gambler. Embracing the Hulk’s thumb, Ian reached for Homelander’s head.
The blood had completely congealed.
It touched his slightly immature hand.
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