Chapter 77: Re-entering Marvel, Ian’s Identity?
For Clark, this was.
A kind of inheritance of his family concept.
And for Ian,.
He still couldn’t quite understand this unexpected situation.
“Thank you! Father!” Of course, he was still very grateful for the old father’s understanding, his face blooming with a surprised expression as he took a quick step forward and gave Clark a solid hug.
He could feel his father’s muscles tense up for an instant.
Followed by a helpless relaxation.
A warmth quite colored by family filled the air.
And just at that moment.
“Your body changes are related to you pretending to be Batman, right?” Clark suddenly spoke up with a question, making Ian’s body stiffen sharply again.
Sure enough, even after using a hug full of affection, he still couldn’t escape this. Ian understood that his physical quality changes certainly couldn’t fool Superman’s eyes.
He let go of Clark.
Ian stepped back a few steps.
“This matter is a long story, so I’ll make a long story short.” He nodded to Clark, who waited a few seconds but found his own son had no intention of continuing.
“Why aren’t you continuing?”
Clark’s face was full of confusion.
However.
“I already said it, a long story short… that’s the short version.” Ian nodded to Clark again, reminding the super brain that his old father might not have used it as frequently as he had.
The air in the room froze again.
Veins faintly visible on Clark’s forehead throbbed, but in the end he just sighed helplessly, “Batman said he thinks highly of you and will give you a set of his battle suit.”
He didn’t continue to press too much.
Instead, he walked to Ian’s desk. Superman might not even realize that Ian knew Wayne was Batman, so he didn’t betray his Justice League teammate in front of this youngest son.
“It’s fine, Father, I’m not going to be Batman anymore. Batman just gets beaten up. I still want to be a Superman like you. I remember you have a black battle suit, right?”
Ian felt his high emotional intelligence was on display at this moment. If a son didn’t worship his father, the father would definitely feel disappointed, so he showed his love for Superman’s battle suit.
This was genuine love.
If he learned a few 【savage tyrant】 skills, who could say Ian Kent wasn’t the son of Superman? Ian was very pleased about this, while Clark still hadn’t realized the severity of the problem.
“Trying to butter me up now won’t work.” He saw through Ian’s little scheme, though his mouth still carried a bit of a smile, which disappeared as he approached Ian’s desk.
It didn’t last long.
“This is…”
Clark placed the demon head on Ian’s desk, his gaze then drawn to the thermos on the desk. The thing in the cup made his temples throb sharply twice more.
“Ian.”
Clark’s voice suddenly became unprecedentedly serious.
“Did you kill someone?”
He pointed to Mr. White’s translucent soul in the thermos.
His eyes extremely sharp.
Seeing this, Ian frantically shook his head, “It wasn’t me who killed him. I even saved Mr. White. If it weren’t for me, Mr. White would probably be taking a bath in hell by now!”
He was telling the truth.
Clark could tell.
“It wasn’t me either! I didn’t kill this degradation! The great Sangong Mo took its life!” The demon, seeing Clark’s sharp gaze turn to itself, hurriedly denied it. Wanting to shake its head but finding it couldn’t with just a head, it quickly revealed who had taken the chemistry teacher’s life.
How to put it.
Loyal, but not very loyal?
Anyway, from this performance of selling out its master, it was definitely a pure-blooded demon. For this master it had never met face-to-face, only heard the voice of, this demon once again showed the flowery words demons should have.
“You won’t have another chance to kill.”
Clark said gravely to the minotaur demon.
“If I say I haven’t killed anyone yet… the first time coming to the human world I ran into a ghost, you’d definitely think it’s a demon’s sophistry…” The demon with only a head left sounded a bit aggrieved, but Clark didn’t care about the past of such a creature.
The old father looked at his youngest son. After learning the truth, he was clearly much more relaxed than before, but he still spoke to Ian in admonition with that plain tone unique to the Kansas farm.
“Self-control is very important, Ian. For people like us, one slip could lead to a big mistake. I hope you can stay rational enough in any situation.”
This was absolutely Clark’s heartfelt earnest teaching.
Ian deeply agreed.
“Don’t worry, Father. Even if it’s super villains, I won’t kill them. I’ll lock them all up in hell.” Ian nodded vigorously in serious response.
“Hell? You mean… prison, right?”
Clark was stunned for a moment.
The difference between these two words was really huge.
But he was still willing to believe Ian just wasn’t good at language.
“Same thing.”
Ian nodded again.
“…”
Clark was silent for a moment.
“No hell! Only prison!”
He corrected again, a bit uneasily.
“Okay, then prison.”
Ian was a bit disappointed but still agreed. He believed this was for his own good from the old father. As a minor, being decisive in killing indeed didn’t match his age.
But it didn’t matter.
Locking up everyone who messed with him in prison, then killing them after growing up, was also a way—Ian looked at the minotaur on the desk. He figured this demon’s throat could definitely be modified into a private prison. This was Ian’s super intelligence, always finding a win-win solution for him.
When the time came, if the demon couldn’t spit out the prisoners, that was the demon’s problem, not Ian’s. He could even say he was a victim too—his lifelong dream was to grow up and punish evildoers, but the dream shattered, turning him into a dream-broken boy.
“Very good.”
Clark, without mind reading, looked pleased, “It seems though a bit erratic, your thinking is still mature enough. I think this will let me and your mother feel much more at ease about you.”
As he spoke, he stepped toward the window.
“Hiss~”
The demon’s head had long sensed Ian’s malicious gaze. Seeing Clark about to leave, it weighed things for a moment and finally shouted hysterically at Superman.
“Take me with you! Take me with you! Demons are also legal citizens of this universe and should have the right to be saved by Superman… I mean, don’t let me corrupt your child!”
“I’m a demon now! I’m great at corrupting kids!” It really didn’t want to stay here any longer. Even being taken and sealed by Superman felt happier than staying with Ian.
“Shut up!”
Ian hurriedly stepped forward and covered the minotaur’s mouth.
“I told Jordan I was going out to buy milk, so I still need to buy some milk.” Clark just glanced back, without any worry that Ian would be corrupted.
“No one knows a son better than his father” was very evident at this moment.
After skillfully climbing out the window and jumping onto the eaves outside, Clark seemed to suddenly remember something and came back around to give Ian some instructions.
“Oh, right, speaking of Jordan, you absolutely can’t let him see this… trash can of yours.” Clark used Ian’s term for the demon head he had placed on Ian’s desk.
The old father’s expression was a bit hesitant to speak.
Still that saying.
No one knows a son better than his father.
“I get it. Jordan needs to enjoy a normal person’s life.” Ian hurriedly found a truly fitting reason for his second brother, and Clark nodded pleased at the excuse.
Everything was unspoken.
Once Clark whooshed away into the sky, the room was left with just Ian and the demon head again. The atmosphere was okay, because Ian had picked up his hammer.
“Don’t come closer! Don’t come closer! Please don’t come closer!” The demon watched Ian’s approaching figure, its yellow murky eyes full of fear and horror.
“We demons are just like that, full of lies and very fickle. I just can’t control my nature!” Its utterly honest voice trembled uncontrollably.
Of course.
Honesty couldn’t stop Ian’s revenge on the tattletale.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A good beating.
The demon felt its soul was about to be knocked apart.
“I want to die! Now! Right away! Immediately! Why won’t I die?! I should have been knocked dead by you already!” It let out a hysterical wail.
Its voice mixed with thick confusion.
“Is there a possibility that you cursed someone you shouldn’t have?” Ian was just guessing. He picked up the demon head from the desk and looked at the peach butt alarm clock his second brother gave him.
“Time’s almost up. You have to accompany me for an experiment.”
Ian said softly.
“Wh-what experiment?”
The demon stammered.
It had a very bad premonition in its heart. Ian didn’t answer, just tightly hugged the demon head and lay on the bed. At the moment the clock hands overlapped.
All things fell silent.
Opening his eyes again, it was already another world.
Snow filled the sky.
The boy appeared silently on the deathly still street.
“It really was my own doing?”
Ian looked at the demon head in his hand, his eyes full of shock. He had previously brought back a laser gun from this world, and now he had brought a living creature here.
The guess was verified.
Ian was extremely shocked too.
“No! No! No!”
The demon head in his hand trembled wildly, far more intensely than when facing Superman earlier.
“This is impossible… impossible!” The demon’s voice couldn’t even be described as trembling; it was filled with incredulous horror and fear.
“What’s impossible?”
Ian was still puzzled at why he could do such a thing.
“You… you…”
The minotaur demon’s throat seemed blocked, its damaged vocal cords emitting a bellows-like rasp. Its frenzied scream completely shattered the world’s eternal silence.
“How could you be a dimension demon god!”
In a superhuman world, casually exercising my body, and I directly became a deity?
