The Son of Superman Wants to be Superman, What’s Wrong? – Chapter 44

Green-skinned Blood! System Feedback!

Chapter 44: Green-skinned Blood! System Feedback!

Seeing that worker Mike’s condition was off.

“Everyone back off!”

Kara immediately became vigilant and loudly alerted the surroundings.

However.

In fact, there were no workers here long ago.

Only Ian was still there. But this youth was now lying in front of a sewage pool, constantly sniffing the poisonous gas emanating from it intensely, and didn’t hear Kara’s warning at all.

【Hydrogen sulfide poisoning】

Ian looked at the new negative effect that appeared on him.

Extremely confused.

“There’s nothing wrong with this water; it’s just normal wastewater.” He had thought the water in the pool would be some kind of biochemical transformation liquid, but the facts proved that things clearly weren’t developing according to the classic plot.

“We need to get this person to the hospital.” Kara frowned; compared to figuring out exactly what happened, she was more concerned about the worker’s life or death.

“No, Cousin Aunt, do you have some misunderstanding about hospitals?” Ian brushed the dust off himself and looked at the worker sprawled on the ground with lumps of flesh surging on his body.

He wasn’t cold-blooded.

He just knew very well that hospitals had their limits too.

“We can’t just ignore him, can we?” Kara saw the worker just lying on the ground roaring hoarsely, constantly repeating the same words, so she gave up her defensive stance and stepped forward to try to calm him.

“Sir, I need you to stay calm and slow your breathing—” She tried to support the constantly trembling worker, but unfortunately, her touch seemed to disrupt some delicate balance inside the worker’s body.

“Aaaahhh!”

The worker once again threw his head back and let out a painful roar.

The next moment.

The guy’s entire body had flesh swelling up, his muscles suddenly inflating like balloons, his work clothes sleeves ripping with a “tear,” revealing the skin inside that had turned a uniform sickly green.

Soon.

This skin color quickly spread across the entire body of worker Mike.

He even grew sharp fangs, his white eyes filled with coldness—Seeing this, Kara paled in shock and quickly retreated a few steps to put distance between her and the mutated worker.

“This this is impossible”

Kara murmured in utter shock.

Even though she prided herself on having seen a lot, she rarely witnessed such a rapid mutation process.

“Roar!!!”

Mike—or rather, what was once Mike—threw his head back and let out a deafening roar, green mucus stretching into threads from between his fangs and dripping down.

The mucus corroded small pits on the ground, emitting white smoke.

Extremely corrosive.

After mutation, this guy’s over three-meter-tall physique looked terrifying, with knotted muscles under fluorescent green skin full of explosive power, as if he could unleash horrific strength at any moment.

“Damn! Little Hulk! The DC universe has its own Hulk now? I haven’t turned green yet and I’m already the knockoff!?” Ian also exclaimed in shock. He saw the green giant’s bloodthirsty eyes filled with anger, raising a hand like claws and slapping toward his Cousin Aunt.

“Let me handle it!”

Ian wanted to seize the chance to farm experience points.

Unfortunately.

Not fast enough.

“Damn it! He’s completely turned into a beast!”

Kara had no time to pay attention to her nephew’s nonsense. The mutated worker swung a claw; she dodged to the side, the green giant claw grazing the “S” emblem on her battle suit’s chest.

Immediately sparking a string of orange-red sparks.

“Hiss! So this is Cousin Aunt’s Steel Chest!” Ian was genuinely amazed by Kara’s bulletproof physical quality, but unfortunately, his praise didn’t provide Kara with any positive emotional value.

“If you can’t say anything nice, say less!”

Kara landed an uppercut on the mutant’s chin; the latter staggered back three steps but soon roared and charged again. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Ian sprinting to try to approach the battlefield.

“Stay back!”

Kara kicked a nearby iron barrel toward Ian—not too hard, just to block the kid’s intervention—but Ian precisely sidestepped the barrel.

“No, Steel Body is impressive, but my limited-time Immortal Body isn’t bad either. Just let me get hit, let him Bang Bang Bang smash me a couple times!”

Ian’s eyes were full of longing for experience points.

But wise people in this world are always misunderstood. Seeing Ian trying to intervene in the dangerous battle, Kara quickly kicked the approaching mutated worker flying.

Immediately.

As the worker flew backward, she rushed forward at high speed, and amid the mutated worker’s pained angry roar, she pulled over an iron chain and bound him to the water tower.

This barely qualified as a battle.

The green-skinned monster might have strength enough to tear steel, but in front of a Kryptonian, it was like a kindergarten kid challenging a pro boxer—after all, the DC cheat race was just that unreasonable.

Ian watched with extreme envy.

“Traitor! Woman! You betrayed your class!” The mutated worker perhaps still had some thoughts, but they were abnormal; he struggled while roaring viciously at Kara.

“Enslavement! Oppression! The world shouldn’t be like this! We should change it! Change it! For everyone! For glory!” The mutated worker’s eyes were full of madness.

He struggled frantically.

The water tower was shaking.

But his strength wasn’t yet enough to break free. The mutated worker kept twisting his body, trying to escape the iron chain’s bonds, but the chain was so thick he couldn’t budge an inch.

Who would have thought.

Supergirl Kara, though young, was surprisingly skilled at binding.

“A character like this couldn’t hurt my father.” Ian was extremely confused seeing this; a guy even Kara could handle easily, how could he possibly be the cause of his own father’s death?

“Hm?”

Having dealt with the mutated worker, Kara brushed the rust off her hands. “No matter what, you’re right; this place really has a problem, and a big one.”

She looked at the mutated worker again.

Feeling the situation was very tricky.

If this really was some kind of contagious disease like those fleeing workers had said, it was hard to imagine what the mastermind behind it was plotting. Thinking of this, Kara pulled out her mobile phone and started sending a text.

“Hm, my reasoning is still pretty good; looks like Joker can’t be my doctor—that’s his loss.” Ian saw green blood seeping from the struggling green-skinned worker.

Flickering with eerie fluorescence.

This was his first chance in the real world to touch the blood of a super lifeform. His eyes flickered, and Ian turned to look at Kara, who had her back to him and was on a telephone call.

“Opportunity always belongs to those who dare to explore!” Ian philosophized a bit, walked forward, slowly squatted down, and reached out to touch the drop of blood on the ground.

At the same time.

The System’s voice rang out.

【Detected erroneous data!】

【Incompatible!】

But the information given wasn’t what Ian wanted to hear.

The Son of Superman Wants to be Superman, What’s Wrong?

The Son of Superman Wants to be Superman, What’s Wrong?

超人的儿子想当超人有什么错?
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Chinese
Transmigration is a beautiful thing. But to transmigrate into a world like American Comics is hard to say you're an adult and not dead yet. Perhaps becoming Superman Clark's adopted son could be considered having a big backer. "But why do I always feel like this is even more dangerous?" Ian looked at the personal panel of his Golden Finger, where the conspicuous [NPC] designation in the identity column filled him with a sense of crisis. Isn't this a surefire template for sacrifice, to inspire the potential and talent of family members? Ian felt he was in precarious danger, but fortunately, he could awaken different professions to improve his strength. It's just that. The transfer and advancement conditions for these professions are quite peculiar. "Father, hear me out, the reasons why I ate Doomsday are very complex... How to describe it, it's as complex as the time I kidnapped Superwoman." "Hey! Don't hit! Don't hit me yet... My grandmother's name is Martha, and I can also ask Mom to change her name to Martha... Hiss! What do you mean 'no need to say more, just let me look directly into your red eyes'?" Young people sleep well. Glared at by his old father, he fell asleep.

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