The Son of Superman Wants to be Superman, What’s Wrong? – Chapter 47

Peerless Divine Weapon, Titan Deity

Chapter 47: Peerless Divine Weapon, Titan Deity

Good news.

Finally became a pure-blooded Berserker.

Bad news.

【Blood Curse】’s Negative Status is gone, the surging green Energy under the skin is gone, double the pleasure seems to vanish in an instant.

The Cook stopped serving soup.

Ian didn’t dare to swing the knife anymore.

“Dog System, don’t casually upgrade and give benefits, don’t clear it, restore it for me, restore it.” Ian has never been able to negotiate any results with his own System.

He could only sullenly turn his gaze to the Cook inside the Window.

“What System? What upgrade?”

The Cook was baffled.

“Another bowl?”

Ian looked at the Large Bucket that the Cook hurriedly moved away when he felt the upgrade. His Water Pipe couldn’t reach the Large Bucket anymore, because the Cook directly put an iron lid on the Large Bucket.

“You liar! You don’t deserve Salvation and Glory!” The Cook looked like a genuine Madman, but he had some intelligence, clearly noticing something off with Ian.

“I’m not a liar, really, just give me one more bowl, one bowl is fine, I’ll pay, paying is okay, Franklin help me.” Ian wanted to grind back the Negative Status.

He pulled out money, found that money also had times when it lost effect, so he could only start using the “persuade with reason” method, physically smashing hard at the thick Glass in front of him.

Eight times normal human Strength.

Yet could only leave some white marks on it.

“This is bulletproof Glass.”

The Cook sneered.

“Bang bang bang!”

Ian said nothing.

Just kept smashing the Glass.

“Damn! Hammer-proof bulletproof Glass! Missile-proof Glass, right?” Ian smashed for a long time without breaking it, somewhat speechless, then he stunnedly saw the Cook on the other side of the Window grinning and nodding.

“…”

It really was missile-proof Glass.

What is this?

LexCorp’s black Technology?

In the world before transmigration, Ian would definitely rage a few complaints, but if in the DC Universe, having such Glass exist might be reasonable.

But this didn’t affect Ian’s annoyed outburst.

“Fine fine fine! Why didn’t you remind me earlier! Half-assed talk, huh!”

He looked around.

Super Intelligence came online again.

Just one glance.

Immediately found a peerless divine weapon for himself.

“Sorry, Cousin Aunt, I need you to help me cultivate, I think even in your sober state you would forgive me! After all, this is to uphold the Justice you insist on!”

“I drank all that soup, don’t know how many people it can save, this is simply immeasurable Merit! Win-win-win! I win twice!” Ian saw his dazed Cousin Aunt, directly grabbed Kara’s calves with both hands, picked up the invincible Kryptonian, he swore this was the world’s most useful Hammer.

Ian swung his own Cousin Aunt like a Sledgehammer, smashing her hard at the Glass Window.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

It could only be said using Cousin Aunt to smash, no, using Cousin Aunt to smash Glass, just the sound showed how extraordinary it was, facts proved the world’s hardest substance isn’t Diamond.

But the Kryptonian’s Head.

“Crash~”

The entire bulletproof Glass shattered instantly.

Not sure if Kara’s head was really that tough, or LexCorp’s fake and shoddy product was substandard, anyway, Ian successfully broke through the barrier between him and the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup.

“No!”

The Cook was splattered all over by the shattered Glass.

However.

He still desperately protected his Large Bucket.

“Stop! These sources of hope need to be distributed to others! The New World’s establishment needs it! Needs it!” The Cook issued a warning roar at the approaching Ian.

“Bang~”

He was proficiently swung with Kara and smashed flying by Ian.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m the Jesus of the New World! I want to change this world!” The Cook was slammed into the wall, spitting green blood while painfully roaring.

“You should become my warrior… why is this happening, why…” The Cook’s bones seemed all broken, he looked like an incompetent brittle-skinned mage.

Body too weak.

“Gugu gugu~!”

Ian ignored the Cook completely.

He directly hugged the Large Bucket and drank all the green soup.

Then.

Those green oily vegetables.

Were also eaten clean by him in the blink of an eye.

Berserker’s appetite, those who know, know.

【Blood Curse】

【You are suffering Fel Energy Corruption, Experience Points +1】

Seeing the familiar status return, Ian let out a satisfied burp. He was in a good Mood, and according to relativity, when one person is happy, another is definitely not.

The Cook was still spitting blood, slumped on the ground, trembling all over, wrinkles on his face twisted into a mass of desperate ravines, dazedly watching the soup pot drunk dry by Ian, lips quivering nonstop.

“No! It shouldn’t be like this! You destroyed my hope! Destroyed this world’s hope—they will punish me! I don’t want… you… you have to bury with me!”

The Cook burst out a heart-wrenching roar. The next second, his body suddenly swelled, then collapsed instantly, as if torn from within by some force.

“Aaaah!”

In the painful roar.

“Behold—my Dreamscape!”

The Cook’s venomous voice filled the entire Dining Room.

The next moment.

“Boom!”

Then.

This hunched bootleg Gul’dan exploded like a balloon, countless Light and Shadow surged from his body, flashing Ian’s eyes into brief blindness.

“Disagree and turn into light? Hiss, could I have become the Villain?” Ian tried adapting to the strong light, the surrounding Space seemed to distort continuously under the strong light.

The entire Dining Room was like paper crumpled by an invisible hand.

Then reshaped.

The entire Space seemed pulled into a burning World. An immensely huge giant emerged in the Light and Shadow, body like a mountain, casting Shadows that could cover vast lands.

“I—am your god!”

A majestic whisper echoed between heaven and earth.

The sky-obscuring giant resembled an ancient Titan, huge eyes like two burning Furnaces, spewing hot Flames, as if able to turn everything in sight to Ashes.

“Gu~”

Ian looked at the colossal behemoth before him.

Slightly nervous inside.

But seeing his immortality buff had a few hours left, he calmed down.

“Damn, with my build, worthy of fighting BOSS? This stimulating?” Ian checked his Profession Panel for urgent skills, and at this time the Titan in the Light and Shadow raised its terrifying Fist. Infinite Strength gathered, he, or rather It, the Fist like a meteor slowly falling toward Ian.

Shockwave swept everywhere.

Tremendous momentum.

As if to smash Ian directly to pieces.

“With Cousin Aunt, definitely crush it!” Ian launched a fearless Charge, he was truly fearless, the seemingly skinny Mortal challenging the massive god.

However.

Just as he swung Kara to clash head-on with the Titan’s Fist.

“Boom——!!!”

The sky suddenly exploded with a sonic boom.

A red-and-blue figure dove down like a meteor.

“Rumble!”

The terrifyingly menacing Titan was directly flipped onto the ground.

Dust filled the sky.

That Man.

Arrived in the form of a human cannon.

Declaring who was the only true god in this Human World…

“I need an explanation.”

Superman’s gaze turned to the still-holding-both-hands, raising-his-stiff Cousin-sister in-a-daze little Son.

[ps: Seeking follow-up reading, seeking recommendation votes, seeking monthly tickets, seeking all things that can be sought, new book period can’t burst update, because enough word count will be forced on shelf, after forced on shelf no recommendations or traffic.]

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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