American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 108 Crazy Upgrade! Saving the Dream God! [20k]

Miss Death wants to evoke Ian's guilt.

however.

This is impossible.

“I have no guilt. Morpheus was captured because he liked being captured. It has absolutely nothing to do with me.” Ian’s logic was serious and rigorous.

"Also, that witch captured Morpheus, the god of dreams, and made him fill her up—no, make her explode. Shouldn't Lucifer be the one who feels guilty about that?" He didn't know who had told him that it was always right to blame the Lord of Hell for all the bad things that happened on Earth. Lucifer had been a professional scapegoat in DC for many, many years.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Miss Death's attitude towards Ian didn't seem strange.

“Of course, I have many identities, but I’m obviously not a scapegoat.” Ian blinked, still maintaining his sober mind even when facing Miss Death.

In this regard.

Miss Death simply chuckled and nodded.

“I admit there’s some truth to what you said. Perhaps we can blame this whole thing on the world’s first riddle-maker, Fate.”

She even went so far as to draw parallels, her words laced with personal agendas. To be fair, Ian thought that Miss Death's appearance in Hannibal's office probably meant she should also see a psychiatrist. Resolving family conflicts is a psychiatrist's main source of income and also their forte.

"Do you remember I told you to investigate this thoroughly?" The outside world is experiencing a huge accident, but Miss Death doesn't seem to be in a big hurry about it.

She's not in a hurry.

Ian couldn't rush things either, because the atmosphere was clearly not right yet.

"Can not remember."

Ian begins using today's dose of lies.

He still has a whole host of lies to tell Miss Death all day.

of course.

Perhaps we won't need that many shares.

after all.

"..."

Miss Death has fallen silent.

Outside, the old witch's absorption of the power of the Sandman continued to spiral out of control, with turbulent dream power constantly crashing outwards, and rings of dream power surging into the room like boiling lava.

A violent tremor occurred, unrelated to geography; the entire space was shaking. The oil paintings on the wall tilted, as if the whole world was becoming distorted.

"Oh! It's out!"

Hannibal's collection of mannequins began to contort, and a talking rabbit doll emerged from the plaster skull.

"Help! I've escaped from 'Alice Sleeps in Wonderland'!" it cried out to Ian, but he ignored it, unwilling to acknowledge any connection between the dream and himself. The reason for this dream's manifestation wasn't that Miss Death was inherently evil, but rather that Hannibal harbored malicious intentions.

"Morpheus's power is going berserk; you need to deal with that foolish witch."

Miss Death glanced at the rabbit that had crawled out, and the rabbit reflected in the dream instantly withered, melted into a lump of paste, and returned to the plaster model head.

"Don't let her disturb my rest."

She's still a mature and sophisticated woman.

The tone and demeanor were perfectly captured.

"okay."

Ian readily agreed and took out his phone to call for help. However, when he pressed the dial button to call his dad, the phone turned into a pink worm next to his ear.

The worm writhed shyly.

"Pooh!"

Without hesitation, Ian bit off half of the worm's body, chewed it a couple of times, and found that it tasted no different from a cell phone, as if the thing had turned back into plastic and metal after entering his mouth.

“Logically speaking, my dad should have noticed something was wrong by now.” Ian spat out the electronic component from his mouth and leaned over the completely shattered window to look outside.

Night had not yet fallen, but the sky seemed to have fallen into some kind of eerie twilight state—not the transition between day and night, but the blur between reality and dreams.

The sky and the earth seemed to be completely connected at this moment.

Things that were once clearly distinct and had distinct boundaries now seem to be being manipulated and wildly merged together by an invisible giant hand.

Everyone seemed to be in a dream.

The unconscious people were suspended in mid-air, gently enveloped by translucent bubbles. The real estate lady I'd seen before, the bubbles around her even touched those around her.

"You didn't even invite my second brother to the silver party?" Ian felt sorry for Jordan. His golden eyes looked at the bubbles, the fleeting images seeming to be the beautiful dream that everyone was falling into.

Memories I can't bear to part with.

Looking towards the future.

And there are also hidden desires in one's heart.

The bubbles present a beautiful scene that makes you not want to wake up.

"Are my dad and the others in the same state now?" Ian turned to look at Miss Death behind him, who was sipping a cup of coffee that she had conjured up from somewhere.

"We can't underestimate Superman's magic resistance, but we also shouldn't overestimate it—he's ultimately different from us." Miss Death gave a very clear and concise response in a low voice.

"us?"

Ian astutely grasped the key words.

And you still say it's not a crush?

This is blatantly envisioning the future!
Of course, Ian knew he couldn't go this time. Mother-in-law/daughter-in-law conflicts, father-in-law/daughter-in-law conflicts—they weren't even together yet, and Miss Death's tone when she mentioned Clark was far too sharp.

"Ok?"

Miss Death, who was drinking coffee, felt Ian's strange gaze. She raised her hand to flick his forehead, but stopped halfway, as if she was worried that Ian would get a thrill from it.

Rat-proof device.

Perhaps it has a slightly more concrete form at this moment.

“A newborn little one, being a pillar isn’t easy… This is your responsibility.” Miss Death sighed softly; she could certainly sense the changes constantly occurring in Ian.

only.

Miss Death was neither confused nor surprised.

She clearly had her own perspective on Ian. New concepts were emerging, and Miss Death sincerely hoped they wouldn't be entities representing the "abstract."

The thought had just begun to cross the woman's mind.

Have you ever heard of non-stick pans?

Ian then cautiously asked the question.

"?????"

Miss Death's face was slightly stiff, and her lips twitched.

"Judging from your expression, you probably haven't heard of me. But you're really lucky. Today you finally get to see me in person—I am the legendary non-stick pan."

Ian downed his cola in one gulp, ignoring how many tentacles were writhing in the drink. He threw the cup away and prepared to go home and run away with his family.

No joke.

What level am I?
A crisis caused by the Sandman is being handled by a fourteen-year-old boy? This isn't a children's cartoon; there's no benefit to it. Ian just wants to take his family to Los Angeles for a while.

There are tall people there who can help.

"There's also Plan B. Dad seems to have a spaceship. I wonder if it'll still work," Ian muttered to himself, before climbing out of the window without hesitation.

He ultimately did not inherit Clark's saintly heart.

"No, you?"

Miss Death couldn't sit still any longer.

She threw away the coffee cup in her hand.

"Have you never seen anyone as clear-headed as me in all your life?" Yi jumped out of the window, rolled on the ground, and found that Miss Death was still standing beside her.

"You took my favors, remember?" Miss Death said in a low voice, her arms crossed. "If I remember correctly, you said you could do anything."

"You also said you enjoyed working for me."

really.

Women are just so fond of bringing up old grievances.

Goddesses are the same.

“But it’s after get off work hours now.” Ian blinked, realizing he was being entangled with the goddess of filth, so he sighed and chose to face reality.

"So you've finally revealed your true intentions, haven't you?"

Miss Death's sigh was even louder.

"That's how all working people are."

Ian responded softly.

However, his tone was very self-righteous.

"Do you think you'll get nothing out of it for saving Morpheus's life?" Miss Death had completely seen through Ian's scheme; at least, she believed that Ian was playing hard to get.

after all.

Those who aren't smart enough simply can't understand how wise it is to run away.

"Hmm, what you said does make sense."

Upon hearing this, Ian was taken aback at first, then immediately put down the luggage he had been holding above his head—his beloved Hellcat, which had now turned into a cat-faced car due to the influence of the dream.

Its cat face looks just like Tom and Jerry's cat, and it's meowing. A pink tongue is sticking out from under the hood, and the equally pink exhaust pipe is even bubbling.

Even if it's a devil's car.

Clearly, they were not immune to the influence of the dream's power either.

"Morpheus is very grateful."

Miss Death gave a serious reminder.

She did indeed grasp a part of Ian's psychology.

"Is that so!"

Ian suddenly realized.

"So, I could even use this as leverage to make him acknowledge me as his father?" Ian knew that favors could always be repaid, but kinship could very likely keep him entangled with the big shot for life.

I can't raise someone else's son.

But having a really awesome son is a great option.

"???????????????????" An unprecedented number of question marks appeared on Miss Death's face. She felt that Ian was even taking advantage of her and that he had solid evidence.

"You can call me your godfather, I'm not picky at all, I've never been a picky eater since I was little." Ian also had a high EQ; he realized his oversight, so he immediately changed his tune. This time, at least Miss Death's pretty face looked much better than before.

Faced with Ian's unreasonable demands.

Miss Death rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“If you can convince Morpheus, that’s your skill.” She gave a vague response, but it still made Ian’s eyes light up.

“It’s a deal. My workaholic spirit is burning! Quick, let me get a job! What should I do?” Ian was eager to try, his eyes fixed on the chaotic scene in the distance.

The world seemed to have been turned upside down by a giant hand.

Houses are no longer firmly standing on the ground.

They could even hang upside down in the air. In mid-air, everywhere were people affected and unconscious. They were enveloped in one crystal-clear bubble after another.

Sleep peacefully.

Some people lay quietly, their faces serene, as if having a beautiful dream. Others held their heads in their hands, their brows furrowed, as if they had encountered something terrifying in their dreams.

Others had their bodies twisted into bizarre shapes, as if forcibly contorted by the power of dreams. Their bodies swayed gently in the bubbles, rising and falling rhythmically with the fluctuations of dream power.

This group is increasing.

"You have to save Morpheus and find out what happened to him." The top NPC, Miss Death, began issuing the quest, raising her slender, pale hand and pointing into the distance.

"But first, you have to take care of that woman." Miss Death's voice suddenly turned cold, not directed at Ian, but rather an expression of anger at a mortal attempting to meddle with divine power.

“I promised my father that I wouldn’t kill anyone for now. I would only bring the bad guys to justice and put them in jail.” Ian pulled out his prison from the Hellcat and held it up in front of the Goddess of Death.

"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"

The demon minotaur was also affected by the dream and was fast asleep.

"Demons are weak, surrender and ascend, tremble, fear, I am—the Garbage King!" It was even talking in its sleep, saying that demons are just a little bit stronger than humans.

"It's true that you get the kind of pet you raise, just like the kind of person you are."

The Goddess of Death understood Ian's meaning. She reached out and gently touched him, and the demon bull suddenly woke up from its dream. In its panic, it didn't realize that it had gained some favor with Ian through its dream.

"Oh... Mom, what do I see?" Perhaps because he had been "enlightened" by Miss Death, the Demon Minotaur was finally able to see a figure that he couldn't see before.

It even doubted that it was dreaming.

“Very well, if my prison takes a few bites of that stuff, then it’s its problem.” Ian hung the bull’s head behind his rear end and warned it not to lick his buttocks.

"Breaking that woman's neck will stop the effects she's causing." Miss Death's eyes twitched slightly as she heard Ian's "discipline" of the Minotaur, and she offered this suggestion.

“Once you kill her, the power of the dreams will return to their true master.” With that, Miss Death vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

She doesn't take action herself.

He ordered Ian to rescue people.

There must be a reason for this.

Ian simply didn't have the time to think about it.

"Sigh, this is probably what happens when you're close to death. My bottom line is being forced to lower little by little... Sure enough, there's a reason why my mom told me not to hang out with bad women."

Ian was fully armed and stuffed the Demon Book into his crotch. His vital parts needed special protection, and he had no intention of practicing his [Four-Dimensional Appendiceal Modification Technique].

"You're not allowed to stick your tongue out either. Turn your mouth into a bulletproof steel plate." After giving the Demon Book a serious instruction, Ian also kicked off with both legs and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

The ground beneath his feet cracked.

Super jump.

It's already started!

……

The air whistled past my ears.

The floating rubble of buildings swept past Ian, his blurry silhouette reflected in the glass curtain walls. He leaped and twisted between the ruins, each step causing the concrete to crumble.

"If I remember correctly, this guy is called the Supreme Witch?" Ian's goal was, of course, to float in mid-air, sometimes using the walls for leverage, and sometimes rolling to dodge the collapsing building debris.

The distance between him and the Sorceress Fiona was constantly shrinking.

Ten kilometers.

8,000 meters.

Two thousand meters.

The old woman, whose body was twisted by countless dream powers, continued to wail in pain. However, perhaps because she had been in pain for so long, there was a hint of pleasure in her voice.

"What a masochist."

Ian is getting closer and closer to the Supreme Witch.

around.

Countless people, enveloped in bubbles, have become lost within them.

They rose slowly, trying to merge into the chaotic sky, bouncing off obstacles with soft thuds. Occasionally, two bubbles would collide, producing a crisp sound, then slowly and quickly embrace each other, their dreams merging to create even more complex dreamscapes.

"Oh, great God Ian, I realize I underestimated you... You are truly a great being." The demon minotaur shouted praises from behind Ian.

It seemed to be recovering from the shock of witnessing death just now.

Although it was of low rank and knew nothing about the Endless Family, it was still a former lackey of the Great Demon of Hell, so its knowledge was more or less greater than that of ordinary demons.

This clearly shows that Ian was mistaken for a member of the Endless Family.

"Shut up."

Ian gave a reprimand.

He also saw Grim Reapers floating in mid-air, similarly affected by the power of dreams. These Grim Reapers' dreams were bizarre and varied; some even hoped to be reborn as mortals and experience a romantic relationship. It was certainly a bit disloyal to their organization. But it was understandable; after all, humanity is the most corrupting thing God created.

"Poor high-level wage earner."

Ian climbed upwards, stepping on the Grim Reapers. The Grim Reapers were completely controlled by the dream and did not react much, allowing Ian to rise step by step from their bodies to the old woman above.

Close at hand.

It's only about ten meters away.

"A good opportunity!" Just as Ian clenched his fist and was about to get close, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with an eerie light that was not of human origin.

"No one can take this power away! Don't disturb me! I will ascend to godhood... Mortals, accept this reality!" The Supreme Witch Fiona spoke with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her tone incredibly firm and resolute. Then, countless people, trapped in a dream, were controlled by the old woman and hurled at Ian.

These people were enveloped in one crystal-clear bubble after another.

Like giant balloons.

They themselves are not a threat; however, the dream power attached to their bodies has the dangerous ability to pull Ian into a state of descent into a dream.

Ian bumped right into the woman he had met in the elevator before.

Everything around us changed rapidly.

He found himself in a pink little house with soft lighting, lots of toys on the table, and a group of wild men having a Tokyo-style party around a uniformed aunt.

"Let's get this party started! You get one! He gets one! We can't sell them all! I can't possibly sell all my houses!" The woman was overjoyed and even extended an invitation to Ian.

"Come on, sir, why don't you check out the house too!" The woman crawled toward Ian, as if trying to drag him down with her, but Ian kicked her straight against the wall.

"Damn it! I'm so handsome, why do I need to buy my own house?" Ian felt insulted. He wandered around the room and noticed a negative status icon in the lower right corner of his screen.

[Polluted Dreams]

Now that a negative status effect has appeared, everything becomes easier. This useless status effect doesn't deserve to be applied to Ian, so we can only use our reserve hidden skill points.

"System! Quickly help this little old man recall the skills I will definitely master in the future!" Even at this moment, Ian was still able to make a clear judgment.

Since switching to the Berserker class, Ian has always understood the importance of being prepared. Seeing that he was affected by the dream, he quickly opened the skill tree and began to learn skills in a targeted manner.

[Faith Redemption: With unwavering self-faith, directly remove designated negative status effects from the body, purify personal trauma, and restore health points equivalent to the purification effect.]

The skills of late-game professions are so powerful yet unpretentious.

Ian selected the skill and activated it. The next moment, he found that everything in front of him had changed, and the world filled with [Ai and Mei] had disappeared before his eyes.

The second bubble is coming.

Meaningless.

The suited elites who were popping champagne inside screamed and vanished. Ian, in the third bubble, punched through the island, and two muscular men sunbathing disappeared with them.

"These petty tricks can't stop Master Ian. I want that foreigner... uh, I want you dead!" Ian was glowing green, a sign of his healing effect overflowing.

His increasingly energetic state attracted the attention of the Sorcerer Supreme.

but.

This attention came a little late.

"Oh!"

Ian punched the Supreme Witch in the cheek. Her body was still weak, and her not-quite-authentic witch nose broke off with a thud. Her entire face caved in like a crushed soda can.

In fact, his physical fitness is already much better than most people's.

It's just not enough.

"Supreme Witch! You have failed this city."

It's true that other people's lines are easier to use. Ian, in keeping with his good habit of stealing lines, raised his fist again and aimed it at the Supreme Witch's jawbone.

"Oh!"

Another dull second punch slammed the Supreme Witch into a floating stone slab. Ian leaped after her, grabbed her head, and ripped off her shattered face.

Why didn't you succumb?

The Supreme Witch was like a radiation source, her body constantly releasing dream power, but this pure power seemed to have no effect on Ian.

It can't even affect Ian in the same way that the power of dreams has already affected others.

“Because our ancestors didn’t need to dream; the reality of doing whatever they wanted was their most cherished dream.” Ian’s tone was light, without revealing his true identity.

after all.

He knew quite a few cases of villains dying from self-destruction.

"Now, who should accept reality?" Ian pulled out his prison from behind his butt, and the Minotaur Demon opened its blood-red maw in perfect cooperation.

Its mouth was unusually large, larger than a washbasin, and covered with sharp teeth.

"Mere mortals! And filthy demons!"

Sensing the danger, the Supreme Witch, seeing her head about to be bitten off, suppressed the violent power within her body and mobilized the magic that originally belonged to her.

"Ah~"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, the powerful sound waves almost tangible, sending Ian, who was prepared but seemed not quite ready enough, flying away.

"Boom~"

Ian crashed into several buildings.

It plummeted rapidly towards the ground.

"go to hell!"

Despite being humiliated by Ian and her body beginning to crack due to the power of dreams, the Supreme Witch stood up and forcibly activated this power that did not belong to her.

The power of the dream instantly materialized into a gigantic aircraft carrier. The carrier was enormous, with all the facilities on its deck clearly visible, and it crashed into Ian like a giant monster.

"Damn it, dreamer!"

Ian felt as if a colossal creature had appeared before him.

His eyes focused into a dazzling golden light, which resembled two blazing suns, bursting with terrifying temperature and powerful energy, shooting directly at the bow of the oncoming aircraft carrier.

"Boom~"

Another terrifying roar.

The overburdened aircraft carrier was cut in two on the spot, flames erupted at the break, metal was torn apart like paper, and the explosion was deafening.

"That's all you are. Such a lack of imagination is a waste of the supreme power within you."

Ian stood on a floating stone slab, surrounded by debris from a fallen aircraft carrier, like a storm of steel. His golden pupils were filled with danger in the chaotic, distorted light.

"Ah."

With a cold laugh from the Supreme Witch after she had repaired her face, Ian saw more than a dozen aircraft carriers appear all around him.

They all surrounded and pressed in.

"That old woman has no sense of morality!" Ian had never been so flustered. In this desperate situation, his eyes darted left and right.

Two distinct beams of light shot out and slammed into the hulls of the two aircraft carriers. The super-strong alloy armor once again succumbed to the high temperature of the beams.

Metal fragments flew everywhere.

That's an absolutely awesome move, the kind even Superman couldn't do.

however.

The number of eyes a human can have is ultimately limited. Ian, who wished he had eyes all over his body, still couldn't escape the fate of being rammed head-on by another aircraft carrier.

Seeing that her mystical methods couldn't eliminate Ian, the Supreme Witch resorted to physical means, and it had to be said that the effect was remarkable. Ian was directly and forcefully slammed into the twisted ground by the aircraft carrier.

The earth shattered.

Dust filled the sky.

With a deafening roar, Ian, along with the massive aircraft carrier, crashed to the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge crater in the twisted street.

The powerful impact caused the ground to tremble continuously.

Countless fragments of rock and dust erupted from the point of impact, forming a massive, dark mushroom cloud that instantly enveloped Ian and the aircraft carrier.

"Cough cough, this is much more powerful than the Great Fortune Celestial Venerable." Ian was glad that he was no longer the boy he used to be, otherwise he would probably have been knocked into another world again.

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +6]

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +7]

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +8]

……

The frantic prompts echoed in my ears.

It wasn't just feedback from the system; it was the groaning of Ian's internal organs. His body, dozens of times stronger than that of an ordinary person, was overwhelmed by the weight of the aircraft carrier.

of course.

It wasn't exactly a complete mess. However, it did tend to resemble half of its body turning into a meat patty. Fortunately, the [Perfect Divine Body] was powerful enough, resulting in a rather thick and chewy meat patty.

Berserker LV5 [16/160]

Strength: 44-46

[Physical fitness: 60-61.5]

Intelligence: 4.2-4.3

[Spirit: 31-31.2]

This directly upgraded Ian, showing how serious his injuries were. He finally reached level five of the [Berserker] class, and Ian immediately learned the skill he had been longing for.

[Blood of Wrath: You can control the burning of your blood, imbuing your attacks with the power to destroy the souls of your enemies. Every 1% of your blood carries 1% true damage.]

As a noble berserker, Ian deserves noble percentage-based damage. He discards other useless skills in the early game so that he can gain a truly divine skill again at level five.

It's currently only at the initial level, which is the beginner level, but Ian still has two [Berserker] class skill points, so he can directly upgrade it again.

"Let's put that aside for now, I need to save myself first." Ian's body was half-pressed under the aircraft carrier, and he didn't have enough strength to lift the carrier to save himself.

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +9]

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +6]

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +4]

……

“Perhaps I’m not in such a hurry.” Ian lay down, even though he was carrying the aircraft carrier in his belly, he didn’t want to call for help, but just used [Self-Healing Frenzy] to maintain his consciousness.

He definitely has to go out, since the problem of the Supreme Witch hasn't been solved yet, but he's not willing to give up his lower body and crawl out to grow a new one.

Normal people know this.

Original body parts are always the best.

"Why are you so happy?" The demon head, which was almost crushed into crumbs, rolled back to Ian's side, its expression full of confusion, after Ian had tossed it aside.

“That woman is strong, but thankfully, I’m clearly a cut above her.” Ian looked up at the sky, where the old witch was floating in mid-air again, as if continuing to draw power from the Sandman—the old witch’s body was almost reduced to shards of ceramic, and Ian was convinced that she certainly didn’t have the ability to become stronger from injury like he did.

"..."

The demon head stared at Ian, who was crushed by the aircraft carrier and probably had half of his body gone. It fell into a long silence, completely unable to understand what kind of superior skill this was.

"Praise be to God Ian."

of course.

Even the demon's head has become clever.

When it doesn't understand, it will give Ian emotional value.

"Stop praising me, come over here and let me have a couple of bites..." Ian needs to keep using his healing ability to maintain a balance, but the energy reserves in his body are ultimately limited.

It looked like even the fat underneath the aircraft carrier had been used up.

The experience gained will naturally become less and less.

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +3]

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +1]

……

Ian had known this all along: physical damage received after recovery would generate experience, but experience gained from physical damage already received would not last very long.

Seeing that his self-healing ability was about to run out, Ian also wanted to drink a few sips of No. 666 fuel—he was so hungry that his eyes were bloodshot, just as the demon head was about to sacrifice itself to save its master.

Is that Ian down there?

A clear female voice came from above the pit.

Ian looked up.

"Hey, you're not dreaming?" He was quite surprised. He saw Madison wearing a tracksuit and carrying a backpack, squatting on the edge of the pit and looking down.

"I knew it was you! Only you like to chew on random things!" Madison's expression was somewhat delighted upon hearing this. She jumped down and slowly landed on the ground.

It's obvious that some kind of magical power was used.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Madison liked to spin around when she landed. She should probably play Batman with her face covered. But when she saw Ian, her expression immediately turned to shock.

How can someone be trapped under an aircraft carrier and still have a smile on their face?!

“You’re perfect for Hollywood. Do I look like I’m doing okay?” Ian stared at Madison, swallowing hard.

His words made Madison very embarrassed.

However, the young woman still looked at Ian with concern, "What happened to you? This is an inland city, right? How could an aircraft carrier have pinned you down?"

Even though Madison wasn't very good at geography, she was convinced that the aircraft carrier shouldn't be there—and she was right, though Ian was too ashamed to talk about being ambushed by the old witch.

“When disaster struck, I stepped forward, but good cannot prevail over evil, and now I am afraid my days are numbered.” Ian swallowed hard again, lowering his voice and speaking with a hint of melancholy.

“Tell my mom and dad that I love them.” As he spoke, Ian smeared some mud on his face, mainly because he didn’t have any extra blood to waste.

His little actions went unnoticed.

Madison's tears streamed down her face.

The tear glands are indeed well-developed.

"It's alright, I can revive you." Madison knelt in the pool of blood, her hands radiating a healing white light. Clearly, she had gained some initial mastery of her abilities.

this moment.

Ian immediately felt a warm sensation all over his body, and his newly formed muscle tissue stretched out like tender buds in spring. However, due to the massive size of the aircraft carrier, comparable to a five-fingered mountain, he was unable to regain his former roundness.

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +5]

[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +6]

……

but.

My experience points, however, continued to increase.

"Little punk, you really are my handpicked nanny! I'm going to pay you a salary!" Ian was overjoyed. He could sense that Madison's abilities were slightly stronger than his un-upgraded [Self-Healing Frenzy].

Madison was speechless upon hearing this. While continuing her treatment, she asked, "What happened? My mom and dad were both trapped in a bubble."

Regarding my own experience.

Madison found it all very surreal.

"Of course it's that old hag in the sky causing trouble and ruining the whole city." Ian gestured towards the sky, his hand reaching for Madison's backpack but failing.

After all, it's not a gibbon.

"That's what I was thinking too, but I still want to confirm it with you, after all, you are Superman." Madison seemed to still firmly believe in Ian's identity as Superman.

“Yes, yes, but Superman can’t really stand up anymore because my magic resistance is a bit low.” Ian nodded in satisfaction, continuing to enjoy the joy of his rapidly increasing experience points.

They were attacked using the tactics of "dreamers".

How can it not be considered taking magical damage?

Time flies by.

Berserker LV6 [3/320]

Strength: 46-48

[Physical fitness: 61.5-63.4]

Intelligence: 4.3-4.4

[Spirit: 31.2-31.5]

Ian was promoted again thanks to Madison's "life extension." This also meant that Ian had a new means of escape—he had always had a backup plan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have remained so calm.

"I can not make it."

Madison had held on for several minutes, but her feeble magic was eventually exhausted. Her face grew paler and paler, and she finally slumped backward and collapsed to the ground.

"Really, not a single drop is left?"

Ian asked tentatively.

"Hmm, it has no magic power left."

The blonde girl was panting heavily, her head spinning.

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to save you..." Her voice was full of guilt, blaming herself for her inadequacy. Sometimes, the feeling of powerlessness can really break a person's heart.

“There’s really no way to save him. If you don’t find a way to move this big guy, it would be a miracle if you could save me.” Ian expressed his understanding in a gentle tone.

"..."

Madison's expression froze instantly.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" she angrily rushed forward, actually trying to stretch out her little claws to move the aircraft carrier, which was many times larger than her house.

But a witch is just a witch.

Her frail body was certainly no match for such a steel behemoth.

"Never mind why I didn't say so sooner, anyway, I'm not going to live much longer, so I have to tell you something." En suddenly adopted the tone of someone about to die, saying that his words were kind and compassionate.

"What is it?" Madison kicked the aircraft carrier, making his toes swell up, and grimaced as he circled back, looking at Ian with a teary-eyed expression.

"Come closer."

Ian waved to Madison.

"Ah."

Madison quickly went over to him.

“Actually, you were fooled that day. I picked that orange up from the ground, and the mold on it wasn’t fruit bloom.” Ian’s hand reached for Madison’s backpack again.

It's almost there.

"Come closer, and I'll tell you another secret."

He spoke.

Madison was quite bewildered by Ian's "last words".

"No, at a time like this, what are you talking about oranges for?" Madison couldn't help but complain, but after hearing Ian's words, she moved a few more steps closer.

"What secret?"

Madison asked the question.

And at this time.

Ian finally grabbed her backpack.

"The secret is... I actually did buy you oranges, but they were so delicious that I accidentally ate them all myself." He grabbed Madison's backpack and pulled it in front of him.

After opening.

It was packed full of food.

"The countdown only required me to stay hungry; it didn't say I couldn't eat anything. Sure enough, only when I'm starving can I have true insight."

Ian stuffed snacks and sandwiches into his mouth. Sure enough, just like when he drank Coke before, the countdown to unlocking the new class [Entropy Lord] had not reset.

You don't need to stuff food directly into your stomach.

It feels great.

"?????"

Madison was completely stunned by Ian's actions.

"I think you need to take your medication again."

She was silent for a moment.

He expressed his heartfelt feelings.

"It's a pity you don't have any medicine. How come you even brought cosmetics with you when you fled the country?" Ian drank something he shouldn't have eaten; it tasted terrible.

He mistook Madison's makeup remover for mineral water.

But it's better than nothing.

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +1]

After all, they will still give you some experience.

"I'm out seeking rescue, so of course I have to dress up nicely. Haven't you seen zombie movies? Only the most beautiful woman can survive to the end."

Madison offered an explanation, but Ian disagreed with it.

Of course, Ian didn't refute it. After all, the truth would just be that the zombie movie turned into an adult film, and such a plot development was not suitable for children. He felt that he should take his deskmate's mental health into account.

"what is this?"

Ian found something familiar in Madison's backpack: more than thirty bottles of blue potions [without Kryptonian genes], almost covering the bottom layer of Madison's backpack.

They might be the latest version, because the bottles have become more refined.

"A cure for the zombie virus?"

Madison's uncertain opening.

“I picked them up on the road; they were floating in mid-air.”

She revealed the source of these medicines.

"You're my lucky star! Little punk, believe in my religion, and I'll make you Pope!" Ian's heartfelt praise made the bewildered Madison a little embarrassed.

"Coo coo coo~"

Ian started drinking right away.

See this.

Madison was immediately startled.

"It could also be the original zombie virus."

She may indeed have been deeply influenced by film and television culture.

"It's okay, I don't have the passive ability to turn into a zombie after death."

Ian drank all the enhancement potions in one go.

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +6]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +7]

……

【Savage Tyrant lv4 [16/80]】

……

【Savage Tyrant lv5 [34/160]】

……

It has to be said that this was truly an exhilarating upgrade. Indeed, danger and opportunity always go hand in hand, and Ian gradually came to understand his significance as an [independent NPC].

He didn't believe for a second that the young delinquent girl's appearance here was purely coincidental. The metropolis was so vast; how could such a coincidence possibly occur?

Upgraded two levels in a row.

The combination of his basic attributes and the quality improvement brought by the [Perfect Divine Body] also brought Ian's attributes to a new level. He felt that his upper body, which was not suppressed, was full of power.

His muscles trembled, not with exhaustion, but with a strengthened, reshaped rhythm. Every fiber was rearranging itself, as if some ancient gene hidden within him was awakening. His heartbeat quickened, but no longer rushed or panicked; instead, it was like the beating of war drums, carrying an unprecedented rhythm and power.

Strength: 48-62

[Physical fitness: 63.4-80]

Intelligence: 4.4-4.8

[Spirit: 31.5-36]

This is absolutely a remarkable improvement.

The biggest benefit comes from the automated quality upgrade of the [Perfect Divine Body].

"As expected, we still need to find a way to unlock the Berserker's subsequent advanced classes." Ian's vision was now incredibly clear; even the dust floating in the air became slowly discernible.

His hearing also became more acute; the sounds of distant collapsing buildings, the low hum of flowing dream power, and even the vibrations of his own breath were amplified several times and transmitted into his mind.

Most importantly, I can finally learn that skill!

[Absolute Levitation: You will gain a bio-field for flight. Above the sky, you are the tyrant who rules over all, and looking down upon all living beings is your innate privilege.]

I did not hesitate to learn it.

Ian immediately felt another change in his body.

It was a feeling that was both true and false.

“Biofield, but it can only be used for flight… Perhaps an upgrade could make it more perfect?” Ian could sense that this biofield was moving slowly along the surface of his skin like flowing mercury.

It is in a state of relative silence.

"I still have two skill points left for the Savage Tyrant class. I can use one and save one." Ian locked onto a specific slot on the Savage Tyrant skill.

[Contemptuous Leap: Allows for instantaneous teleportation within your field of vision. The instant you appear leaves behind a "Tyrant Afterimage," ready to detonate and severely injure your enemies at any moment.]

It still has the feel of a game, just like always.

but.

Ian likes it very much.

He had his eye on this skill for a long time, but hadn't yet reached the level where he could learn it.

"Praise be to my new Pope." Ian activated his skill, but left no afterimage. His body instantly broke free from the oppression and appeared behind the unsuspecting Madison.

He then activated his [Self-Healing Frenzy] ability, and his withered lower body flesh regenerated at a visible speed, causing Madison to take several steps back with a look of utter astonishment on his face.

"Can this still happen?"

She was shocked.

My worldview has been refreshed once again.

"Why can't it be like this?"

Ian stretched his body, which had just reached a new peak, and felt increasingly hungry. However, instead of drinking the No. 666 fuel, he picked up the demon head that had been pretending to be dead.

"I knew it, the great god Ian was just testing all living beings." The demon minotaur quickly offered his praise, but Ian didn't intend to punish it.

"Weren't you going to die? I've been mourning for you for so long!" Madison stared with wide eyes, unable to recover from the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"I was really about to die just now, but I silently chanted up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A, and I came back to life." Ian was still as good at talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Is that so? Magic?"

Madison, as always, liked to pretend to know what she didn't. She feigned composure, suddenly realized something, and once again acted as if she were very smart and had gradually understood what had happened.

His acting skills are indeed quite good.

"Yes, yes, magic. I have a lot of magic. I will teach it all to you after you join the church. You don't even have to wait for me to die. You can directly become the Supreme Pope of the Church of Ian."

Ian began to persuade him.

"Uh……"

Madison thought Ian's words were ridiculous.

But she didn't know why she felt a little flutter in her heart.

"That's the power of seduction."

The demon head that Ian was holding provided Madison with an answer. Ian slapped it twice across the face, and it obediently shut its mouth.

"There are no oranges today, so hold onto this and don't move around. I'll be right back." Ian handed the demon bull's head to Madison.

The main problem is that Madison is too weak and needs some protective measures.

After all, she's a super-smart henchman, and not exactly the brightest. Ian definitely has to protect such a qualified henchman; she's a rare resource at any time.

"Again?"

Madison looked suspicious.

But Ian shot straight into the sky.

Do you know your pants are completely ripped?

She yelled at Ian.

Someone pretended not to hear and didn't say who it was.

"I have to give that old witch a huge, dramatic shock!" Ian grabbed a pair of pants and put them on, then changed his clothes and flew towards the old witch like a cannonball.

A sonic boom cloud erupted directly behind him.

Just now.

"Whoosh~"

A red and blue figure streaked across the sky.

He's faster than Ian.

The commotion it caused.

It's like they spent five million more on special effects than Ian.

"Huh? Dad? No way!"

A startled voice rang out, followed by confusion.

It was Superman—but it didn't seem like the real Superman. Before Ian could even begin to feel surprised, he noticed something was wrong. The Superman flying toward the Scarlet Witch looked deathly pale.

There were also many black veins that seemed to be flowing with green liquid.

His super vision is incredibly accurate.

"My dad isn't that slow!" Ian quickly looked ahead and saw that his bootleg dad, with a face like a zombie, was charging straight at the Supreme Witch.

"die!"

His voice was extremely hoarse.

It felt dry, as if it were being squeezed out of the throat.

"Boom!"

Having been ambushed by Ian, the Witch of the High Priest was on high alert. She unleashed her mind control on the Zombie Superman, who instantly turned into a figure oozing thick fluid and appeared to be in agony.

This tactic was ineffective against Ian.

However, it seems to be extremely effective against zombie superheroes.

"Ahhhh!"

Zombie Superman let out a painful roar, and his eyes shone with a dark, oily green light.

"Damn! Fel energy! Clones? Parallel universes?" Ian recognized the energy fluctuations as he stood frozen in mid-air, staring in disbelief.

"Zhizhizhizhi~"

Zombie Superman shot out a beam of evil energy from his eyes, heading straight for the Supreme Witch. However, the beam, which illuminated most of the city, was easily blocked by the Supreme Witch's manipulation of dozens of dream barriers.

When not facing Ian.

She is very good at using all her abilities.

"You annoying bugs!" the Supreme Witch roared, waving her hand to blast the Zombie Superman away with magic, and then releasing a dream power to envelop him.

He was blasted away.

The zombie superhero who smashed through the building just rushed out.

Suddenly.

His eyes glazed over, and he fell like a puppet with its strings cut, his whole being enveloped in a dreamlike bubble—this weakened version of Superman was definitely not Ian's father.

It's much weaker.

"Now it's my turn again, Witch Supreme, you have failed this city once more!" Ian charged forward swiftly, his voice seemingly triggering a reaction from the Witch Supreme.

"Impossible! How are you still alive?!"

It turns out she hadn't even noticed Ian.

This infuriated Ian.

"You old fool with a lack of imagination, what do you know about the impossible? You think you can kill me? That's the impossible!" Ian teleported directly in front of the Supreme Witch. He didn't give her a chance to use the same trick again, pinched the Supreme Witch's mouth, and stuffed a handful of pills into her stomach.

The turbulent power of the dream did not hinder Ian in the slightest, as if someone was secretly interfering.

"What did you feed me?!"

The Supreme Witch, slammed onto a floating stone slab by Ian, looked terrified. She frantically tried to clear her throat, only to see Ian float up and nail her hands shut with steel bars.

“Sleeping pills, be grateful for the freedom of America, it lets you take two thousand pills, extra-large cups of sleeping pills.” He grabbed the Supreme Witch’s chin.

He directly shoved the entire bottle of two thousand sleeping pills into her stomach.

"Why! Why are you doing this to me!" The Supreme Witch's face was contorted, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across her skin, with dream power seeping from the ever-expanding fissures.

Like countless tiny snakes of light slithering through the air. She tried to cast a spell, but Ian ripped out her tongue and crushed her throat.

“Lord Ian has never suffered such a serious injury in his life. I can break my own legs, but you can’t.” Ian then proceeded to dislocate the Supreme Witch’s jawbone.

“I don’t kill people, but Morpheus might.” Ian just watched as the Supreme Witch couldn’t withstand the effects of the drug any longer. She began foaming at the mouth and rolling her eyes wildly, her already frail body becoming increasingly strained. The old witch wasn’t asleep or even sleepy, but the intense pain seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

I saw.

"Huhuhu~"

The Supreme Witch's crushed throat made a whistling sound, and the cracks on her skin continued to widen, making her look like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

Upon seeing this, Ian teleported backward without saying a word.

"boom--!!!"

next moment.

The Supreme Witch has exploded.

She was triggered by the uncontrollable power of her dreams.

Countless dream forces surged forth like a tide, no longer under control, and frantically converged in one direction. The dream bubbles that had previously enveloped the city began to dissipate.

The imprisoned people gradually broke free from the dream, but they didn't immediately wake up. Ian looked towards the distance, about to rush out in the direction the dream's power was flowing.

Sudden.

"Ahhhh!"

The Supreme Witch's wail suddenly rang out.

"He can live even longer than me?"

Ian was extremely surprised. He turned around and saw a distorted black mist floating out from the Supreme Witch's exploded corpse. The thing kept changing shape in mid-air, sometimes extending tentacles, sometimes revealing human faces, even staining the remaining dream power around it with a murky purplish-black color.

The trees were not spared either. Their branches and leaves became twisted and bizarre under the corrosive influence of the black mist, the branches stretching towards the sky like withered arms, as if begging for something. The color of the leaves also became extremely vibrant, yet it exuded an extremely unnatural and eerie aura.

Red, purple, and blue leaves intertwined, creating a vibrant yet eerie and sinister scene. Ian even saw that some of the leaves had opened their eyes.

Yes.

They've got eyes now!

And it's not just one eye!
"What the hell is this?"

Ian's golden pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. Feeling his sanity plummet, his eyes burst forth with a dazzling golden light like the sun, the blazing beams shooting directly at the twisted soul.

however.

The black mist writhed like a living thing, completely absorbing the light as if it were nourishment—it was definitely not the kind of thing that feared light and sunlight.

It became even darker and more eerie.

"My spare body! I want it! I want it! Damn it! It was originally a preparation for becoming a god!" The soul, twisted into a monster, let out a piercing scream.

It has identified the direction.

Fei rushed down to Madison, who remained motionless in the deep pit, as if he had been punished by being made to stand still. It was clear that there was another reason why Madison had remained conscious during this disaster.

The old witch had ulterior motives towards her.

Seeing a billowing black mist rushing towards him, Madison was so frightened that he raised the demon's head in his hand.

"Ah~~~"

The demon's head, however, remained unperturbed; it even aspired to be a glutton.

"No dietary restrictions? You can't eat this stuff, or your head might grow little feet." Ian didn't want his trash can to turn into some kind of twisted monster.

He used teleportation within his field of vision to appear in front of Madison first.

"Fortunately, I've always been well-prepared and learned the necessary skills." Ian used [Blood of Wrath] to ignite his own blood, directly blasting it towards the oncoming monster's soul.

His skin suddenly turned bright red.

The dense network of blood vessels spread across the body like a burning fuse.

"laugh--!"

The moment the fist made contact with the black mist soul, a sound like a branding iron hitting water erupted. The monster soul let out a scream that was not human and began to flee frantically.

"Trying to run?" Ian had now become a living torch, every drop of his blood burning. He used his flight ability to chase after the black mist and unleash a furious barrage of attacks.

Each punch sent a wisp of soul flying away.

Ian is getting thinner, while that eerie soul is shrinking. It's a life-for-life battle, but fortunately, Ian doesn't have much health, but he's incredibly resilient.

He won't die a little bit.

"This is what a Super Saiyan looks like." After smashing his opponent's soul, Ian was reduced to a dehydrated, corpse-like state. However, the Berserker's passive ability made him even stronger.

This is the benefit of multiple professions working together.

"Hilarious! Even as a monster, you're still so weak. Now you know what the shock of percentage-based true damage is, right?" Ian's percentage-based true damage is a percentage-based true damage added based on the amount of health he loses.

So he only lost about a third of his blood and got the negative status of "severe blood loss", but the Supreme Witch's soul was directly smashed by him and only a small piece remained.

It is still twisting.

It's already smaller than the palm of your hand.

Just as Ian was hesitating about whether to break his vow.

suddenly.

The world froze.

This is a state Ian hasn't experienced in a long time.

He was used to it.

And he had a firm suspicion in his mind.

"Is it another kind of external pollution like before?" Ian held the remnant soul in his hand and handed it to Miss Death, who had reappeared beside him at some point.

“That’s right.” Miss Death nodded, then handed him a cup of bubbly coffee. Ian drank it all in one gulp, and his shriveled body quickly returned to normal like an inflatable doll.

"They also have love-filled bento boxes?"

He glanced nervously at the system interface—thankfully, the countdown for [Entropy Annihilation Lord] hadn't reset, perhaps because Ian was still very hungry.

"This isn't right."

Miss Death, accustomed to ignoring Ian's ramblings, extinguished the black mist on the soul fragment, her brow furrowed. "There's no cosmic fragment, and no complete information."

"Is this just a trace of pollution?"

Her tone carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

"Where is your omniscience?"

Ian leaned closer to examine it. Miss Death smelled so good, but it was the smell of gourmet food. Damn hunger was making Ian feel like he wanted to take a bite of everything he saw.

Is this considered repeating Galactus's old path?
"Most of the time, when we talk about omniscience, we are actually only omniscience within the scope of our own universe. After analyzing other lower universes, we can also obtain all the information about those universes."

“However, this time, it’s clearly not a lower universe, and they’re quite cunning.” A ghostly light emanated from Miss Death’s fingertips as she showed Ian her analysis.

Nothing at all.

"Morpheus may have been doomed by this universe. And it seems that some of the corruption he suffered from was absorbed by this foolish witch as power as well."

Miss Death's voice carried a hint of melancholy.

"That's what witches are like."

Ian blinked, but didn't offer any further judgment.

"No matter what, you have to find Morpheus and find out what really happened." Miss Death rubbed her fingers together, and the last remnants of the Supreme Witch's soul vanished into thin air.

The people she killed.

It has nothing to do with Ian.

“He should be over there. You might want to go ask him yourself.” Ian pointed in the direction the power of dreams was flowing; these were things that were still moving in this frozen world.

"I can not go."

Death answered decisively.

However, no reason was given.

"Ok?"

Ian looked at Miss Death with suspicion.

He was met with Ian's strange gaze.

She sighed softly, "Just take this as your story. Every superhero has their own story, and in that story, they are always the most special."

"Isn't it?"

Miss Death's voice had a somewhat eerie quality.

"So, you admit I'm a superhero?" Ian's focus was elsewhere; his eyes lit up, giving Miss Death no chance to refute him.

"This is official recognition. If you had praised me as a superhero earlier, I would have definitely worked even harder, even harder than before, because of course I would protect my beloved Metropolis!"

His tone was forceful and clear, and he wore a toothy smile, clearly putting on an act.

"..."

Miss Death felt that she didn't mean it that way, and also felt that there was something else behind Ian's words.

She hesitated, but seeing Ian's hot-blooded expression, she weighed her options and ultimately remained silent, not correcting Ian in time.

"Find Morpheus."

Miss Death left behind a final message.

The person disappeared completely.

The world has resumed its flow.

……

The great battle is over.

The sky is no longer a distorted vortex.

Instead, it returned to its original appearance—azure and vast, as if it had never been tainted by the power of dreams. The clouds drifted slowly, and the sunlight spilled into every corner of the city.

Illuminate those streets that were once swallowed by darkness.

The earth was restored to its rightful place.

The chaotic space seemed to be gently straightened by an invisible hand. The collapsed buildings slowly rose, the broken glass healed itself, and the broken trees grew new branches and leaves.

It was as if a nightmare was gradually fading away. Perhaps the masters of the dream's power still possessed consciousness; before they withdrew, they almost completely repaired the damaged things.

of course.

There are exceptions.

Those plants that were mutated by the black fog still retained their hideous shapes.

It's like an out-of-place work of art.

Bizarre and outlandish.

It also carries an eerie and terrifying quality.

As the saying goes, either don't do good deeds at all, or do good deeds to the end.

Ian floated in mid-air.

His eyes shot out precise golden rays.

He set fire to the twisted vegetation one by one, the burning mutated trees emitting eerie wailing sounds, and then one by one he burned them into ashes and dust in the universe.

Because the impact was not very deep.

I didn't see any black mist rising up.

Along the way, people gradually awoke from their slumber, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

What...was I just doing?

"I dreamed that I turned into a butterfly..."

"Didn't you always want to be a butterfly?"

……

Amid the commotion of the crowd.

An injured child sat on the ground crying.

He was crying and sniffling, clearly having experienced something terrible in his dream. Ian walked by and forcibly exchanged five dollars for a lollipop from another bewildered child nearby.

He knew how to comfort the injured child.

"Click~"

Ian took a bite himself first, comforting the child who had been most seriously injured earlier. He thought it was quite good and was satisfied. Then, he handed the remaining half of the lollipop to the crybaby. Just then, a well-dressed professional woman rushed over. Ian recognized her as the real estate agent who had arranged to "discuss contracts" with clients in the elevator.

Now she was impeccably made up, dressed in a tailored suit, and searching everywhere for her child—Ian casually grabbed the child who was pretending to be Ultraman with an eggshell he had given her and stuffed it into the woman's hand.

"Thank you."

The woman quickly thanked her.

Ian turned and left.

He continued clearing away the twisted tree spirits scattered throughout the city center. Not far away, the gay couple who had been enjoying their time together in the dream world of "Couple Island" also woke up.

"I knew it was you! Cameron! You were flirting with that muscular guy!"

"You were the one who stared at that surf instructor first! Mitchell, don't think I didn't notice!"

The two were arguing fiercely.

but.

When they saw Ian passing by burning down the strange trees with heat rays, they immediately stopped arguing and exclaimed in unison, "How cool!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't interfere with my repairing my city."

Ian continued burning the mutated plants without looking back. He respected diversity, but that didn't mean he approved of it. His ancestors could criticize those who were watching them if they wanted to.

"Keep staring at me, and I'll let you experience the sun's heat too."

Ian's threat was forceful, and the glint in his eyes was terrifying. The two men were terrified and immediately turned to run away, clearly terrified by Ian's threat.

As the sirens grew louder, Ian knew the real show was about to begin. He quickly pulled a spare stocking from his pocket and put it over his head, ready to face the arrival of the first police cars.

"I have already done my best."

Military helicopters, police, and numerous hindsight experts arrived. This was the moment Ian had been waiting for. He faced the camera and admitted that the whole thing was his doing.

He thwarted the evil witch's plot.

He vividly described the writer's ability to embellish facts. His talent is no longer limited to novels; he has also found a way to utilize it in real life.

“It was a stormy night,” Ian began in a deep, magnetic voice, despite the bright sunshine. “No, it was a twilight where dreams and reality intertwined! The Supreme Witch—an eight-hundred-year-old hag—tried to taint our pure dreams with her wrinkled fingers!”

"Could I agree? Of course not! Superman might give in, but I, the Pantyhose Superman, the Superman of the new era, will absolutely not allow any evil forces to lay a foothold in Metropolis!"

"She tried to bewitch me, promising to make me the president of the new world. However, I firmly told her that I, Pantyhose Superman, would never collude with any evil elements!"

……

A powerful and resounding speech.

It was Ian's embellishment of reality during an interview.

He could spout fantastical descriptions like sending someone flying 50,000 meters with a single punch, or how his punch would unleash thunder from the heavens, causing birds to fall and plants to droop within a thousand miles.

"When my punch landed, the heavens and earth trembled, spatial rifts appeared, and it seemed as if ancient gods and demons were whispering." The reporters had never heard of such a thing before, and they were all dumbfounded and speechless.

They don't quite understand.

But I genuinely think it's amazing.

far away.

General Ryan stood with his hands on his hips, already exhausted. He didn't know how many waves of forces he had intercepted trying to detain people. He felt like a ruthless machine that stopped people.

"That's right, I did it all! I mean, I took care of it all! I single-handedly dealt with that mad witch who possessed terrifying power and almost plunged the entire world into utter ruin." Ian even knew how to flatter his opponent, placing the Scarlet Witch template on the old, useless Queen of Sorcerers.

"Please follow [Superhero Popularity Center] and give me a like." Ian's enthusiastic promotion was not without reason; he could feel his somewhat ethereal magic power increasing.

perhaps.

Is this what dimensional demons are like?
He has figured out a way to cultivate magic power on his own. After all, he still hasn't found a second qualified Palu for the [Leader LV1 [1/10]] profession.

The young delinquent girl is pretty good.

But he threw both the delinquent girl and Morpheus into the Hellcat—after the Witch Supreme died, the delinquent girl fell into a coma and her body was burning hot as if she was evolving.

As for Morpheus.

That was the man Ian found in the ruins, following the flow of the power of the Dream Realm. It must be Morpheus; the scent on him was as alluring as that of Miss Death.

"Damn it, [Entropy Lord], is it making me awaken something strange while I'm starving?" Ian cursed inwardly, but outwardly he remained sunny and positive during the interview.

His smile looked slightly frightening against the backdrop of the stockings and hood.

"Boom~"

suddenly.

There was a sound of something landing behind me.

The reporters gasped in surprise.

Pretending not to hear their exclamations, Ian only felt a shadow looming over him.

He didn't look back.

It shot straight into the sky, trying to escape.

but.

No matter how clever the kid is, he can't outrun his father—Ian was grabbed by the ankle by Superman, pulled down from mid-air, and made to stand on the ground as punishment.

"The Sky Tyrant of Hammers".

Ian was completely fooled by the system.

He looked at Superman, who stood before him with a serious expression.

The brain is racing.

"Where's that guy? The one in green." Fortunately, Superman didn't pull out Seven Wolves in front of him; he just asked Ian, his tone suggesting that he didn't want to ask directly.

"Over there, he flew over there."

Ian obediently pointed in the direction of one of Luther's factories. He didn't actually see where Zombie Superman ended up, but that didn't affect his honesty.

Anyway, if you check ten or eleven of Luther's factories, they're likely to have problems.

"You have to tell me everything you did here when you get back."

Superman gave Ian a deep look, then soared into the sky once more. Before Ian could even blink, his figure had completely disappeared from Ian's sight.

"Strange, can't he hear the fake Superman's movements?" Ian wondered, but facing the camera, he composed himself and smiled again.

"As you can see, Superman has been driven away by me. Let's continue." His statement once again stunned the reporters, who felt that Ian was treating them like they were deaf.

Some reporters roughly guessed what was going on.

but.

They remained silent. The reporters, who had retreated dozens of steps due to Superman's appearance, exchanged glances for a moment before quickly gathering around again to continue their interviews.

News about America.

The truth doesn't matter.

After all, in this information age, who would turn down traffic? Journalists can't tell the truth; news prioritizes ratings, while bosses only care about profits.

Journalists who chase the truth don't make a living—except for the lucky Kent who always manages to stumble upon big news and hasn't been killed yet, and his wife.

……

Unexpectedly, the "Savage Tyrant" title didn't bring the ability to level up by gaining attention. Instead, it was the identity of the "Dimensional Demon God" that allowed Ian to enjoy the power increase that comes with being worshipped.

Magic is also part of his power.

He just doesn't know how to use it yet.

The time soon came to evening.

Ian can handle it, but the reporters' cameras and their flesh and blood bodies seem to be struggling to keep up, so today's magic training will probably have to end here.

"thanks for your support!"

He also gave each reporter a $500 tip, showing he really understands human relationships. The reporters, who were initially quite resentful, immediately beamed with joy after receiving the red envelopes.

My mental image of "Stocking Superman" was gradually taking shape. After interviewing superheroes for so many years, who has ever seen a superhero who just casually hands out money?!
Isn't that bragging?
Then who else should we brag about?
Ian and the reporter left satisfied.

“What a fulfilling day.” Ian climbed into the Hellcat’s driver’s seat and tossed his empty wallet into the cabin. Madison, in the passenger seat, was burning hot, her skin an unnatural flush, magical energy surging through her like a flood. Ian reached out and poked her cheek—it was scalding.

"I need to go buy an egg and try it."

Ian, having confirmed Madison's survival, turned to look at the back row, where Morpheus, the Sandman, was sprawled in his leather seat like a drunkard. The Lord of Dreams was utterly devoid of any authority at this moment.

His pale skin had a sickly gray tinge, his long black hair was messily stuck to his forehead, and his slender limbs were twisted in a strange way—he looked like a life-sized doll that had been played with and ruined by a naughty child.

“Actually, it was the old witch who ruined it.” Ian didn’t know how to wake Morpheus, and he was wondering whether he should send a prayer to Miss Death.

Suddenly.

"Pfft~"

A farting sound was heard.

It was the sound of a genuine leather seat cushion being squeezed.

I saw.

Morpheus suddenly sprang up as if he had risen from the dead.

"That diary...they...they sent a diary over..." The Sleep Demon murmured dreamily, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.

"I was ambushed."

He seemed to be in great pain, clutching his head tightly, but he didn't unleash any terrifying power to blast Metropolis and Ian into space.

"Boss! Wake up! You're alright now!" Ian quickly stuffed a can of mustard into Morpheus's mouth, trying to use the bitterness to help Morpheus regain his senses.

This move is most likely useless against supreme beings.

but.

There are also times when low-probability events occur.

Just like now.

"Sigh~"

Morpheus's face was twisted and deformed.

He regained consciousness.

His eyes were incredibly clear.

"I'm the one who should be hissing~, the boss is really low on health." Most of Ian's actions were meaningful, and his tests also gave him information.

"Who are you?" Morpheus awkwardly accepted the water Ian offered. No one would believe that this person gulping down water was a top-tier being in the universe.

The Endless Family.

The ultimate concept of the DC universe.

The first generation of controllers of the dream world.

"And who am I?"

at this time.

This being, however, asked a question that left Ian completely taken aback after finishing his water.

Amnesia? That's such a classic story.

Ian was completely stunned.

"Who did you just say you were?"

Morpheus looked bewildered and asked the question again.

Hear the words.

Ian, who had originally only intended to take advantage of the favor, immediately became determined.