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

Chapter 114 The Evil Eye Alliance! Back to DC! [7k]

Golden light tore through the gloomy sky like divine punishment.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people.

Ian's eyes suddenly blazed with a dazzling light, like the sun, completely engulfing the hideous spider monster. For a moment, the entire neighborhood seemed to freeze in time.

on the street.

Countless upturned faces were gilded.

The scene was so unbelievable that it was reflected in everyone's eyes—and even years later, those present would never forget what happened today.

A boy fell from the sky.

Not angry, nor ferocious.

With overwhelming force, like a god or demon descending to earth, they directly wiped out the evil entity that everyone thought was invincible.

At that moment, everyone seemed to understand a truth: perhaps the city could have avoided burning, but their own cowardice had become the best fuel for the fire. Those burning skyscrapers, those streets strewn with corpses, those torn families—they all had the opportunity to avoid annihilation.

"All we need is a little more... courage."

Someone was whispering.

"Boom~"

Amidst the deafening explosion.

The spider monster's body shattered into countless burning fragments that fell from the sky. Numerous charred spiders rained down from the monster's broken body onto the street.

They landed on the ground with a chilling "crackling" sound. Most of the thumb-sized spiders had already died at lightning speed, following either their father or mother.

however.

Despite Ian's deliberate manipulation, a small number of spiders, believing themselves to be survivors, frantically roamed the streets, threatening to attack passersby and police officers.

but.

This time.

The sun may have already dispelled the gloom.

Instead of fleeing and hiding on their own, and no longer hoping to be the lucky survivor, they began to work together to defend against the spiders' attacks.

Someone picked up a fire extinguisher.

Someone lifted up the old lady next to them.

Perhaps things got a bit chaotic.

However, the police also began to perform their duties.

It's like something.

It begins to awaken.

It's not just about courage.

"If I, the Crown Prince, can't beat an octopus, can't I beat you little creatures?" Thor slammed his hammer into the ground, and a huge wave of electric arcs instantly surged and spread, shattering swarms of small spiders.

This is his dream of conquering the nine realms.

of course.

Reality still needs to be taken into account.

"You all see that? Besides being a chef, I'm also a pest exterminator! Check out Odin's Son Restaurant, where you'll never find a single cockroach in my food!" Thor's booming voice echoed through the street as he tossed his long, golden hair, rescuing passersby while still keeping his restaurant in mind.

On the other side, Captain America, Steve Rogers, slammed his shield—a shield long unused in combat and practically decorative—against the ground. The shield struck the ground with a deafening roar, kicking up clouds of dust. Though time had left its mark on him, his fighting prowess remained undiminished.

"Damn it! How did they get into my shorts! These are lace shorts that the sponsor lent me!" He seemed to still be the same old 50/50 guy, able to fight the little spiders to a standstill.

The scene was very tense.

"You did this on purpose? You could have easily destroyed all the spiders inside that monster." Gwen lay sprawled on the ground, with the boy looking up at the sky standing in front of her.

"This is a test."

Ian looked up at the sky not because he wanted to show off, but because he was counting how many pieces the spider monster had exploded into, while waiting for feedback from his system.

"Testing whether humanity deserves a superhero like you?" Gwen also has a tendency to overthink things, but her imagination hasn't strayed to the level of Doctor Strange.

Regarding Ian's strength.

Gwen, who personally fought the Spider-Man, knows best.

Someone who could easily defeat her.

He was instantly defeated by the boy in front of him.

Gwen could sense the immense power emanating from the other person's eyes.

"No, I'm just testing whether the best human virtues still remain deep within their souls, which are displaying their worst traits." Ian waited in vain for the system's feedback.

He felt that the system was just putting on a cool act.

A new profession.

Or you could give me something else.

"What would you do if people didn't pass the test?" Gwen couldn't help but be concerned about this question, after all, she knew all too well just how powerful the other party was.

and.

There's still a slight problem with his brain.

There is no situation more dangerous than this.

"If they don't pass the test, then I'm going to have a blast—Master Ian guarantees that all the cowards in the world will be able to eat a loaf of bread worth half a million dollars starting tomorrow."

“No one will oppose me, and I’m sure I’ll make a fortune because of it.” Ian certainly understood that inflation would lead to currency devaluation, but no one had stipulated that the money he earned in this world couldn’t be used in the DC Universe.

An economic mindset.

It should be used in places like this.

"..."

Gwen was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

Just like I said earlier.

She really couldn't figure out the boy's strange way of thinking.

"Damn system, I saw you absorbing something, but you're full and won't give me anything to eat? You won't even give me an external soul bone?"

Ian questioned the system, but it still didn't respond, so he tried to convince himself that the wild spider monster was simply too young.

It cannot produce a soul or bone.

"stare!"

This is probably because Ian gave the system a way out.

The system was very grateful.

[Alien data analysis complete. New general data has been added for you—Mimetic Armor.] Perhaps the system understands human nature, or perhaps it is genuinely analyzing data.

No matter how.

finally.

Ian did indeed receive the reward he had longed for.

[Mimicry Armor: Mimicry data has been recorded. The host can use their own magic to construct alien physiological characteristics on or inside their body at any time.]

“I knew I could still steadily grow stronger in the new world.” Ian tested his ability, and eight somewhat illusory spider legs immediately appeared behind him. Although they were just simulated armor clinging to his body, Ian could still feel their agility, as if they were his own arms.

"On the other hand, although the Spider Monster is young, he has been eating artificially ripened beef and vegetables since he was a child, so it is quite normal for him to mature earlier and be able to provide me with an external soul bone."

This wave.

It was Ian's turn to save face. Under his control, the eight spider legs clinging to his back successfully grasped the eight pens, and at that moment he knew he had truly acquired a divine skill.

Ian was thoroughly enjoying his experiments.

Those who had been pretending to be dead nearby all couldn't help but crawl away into the distance.

"Damn it! You're infected?"

Seeing this, Gwen was so frightened that she tried to jump back.

but.

She couldn't dart as fast as Ian.

“I’ve recently become obsessed with being an evil god, so it’s normal for me to have a few spider legs on my back.” Ian forcibly helped Gwen up, taking the opportunity to touch the blood on Gwen’s body.

however.

There was still no notification of a new class being unlocked, or even a notification that a dormant class had been discovered. Of course, this was actually within Ian's prediction.

He still remembered the message Tony left behind.

I want to find a job in the new world.

We'll probably have to rely on these superheroes returning to normal. In fact, it's precisely because Ian realized this that he rushed to become an enlightener.

“The evil god won’t save me. You must not have taken enough medicine.” Seeing that Ian did not attack, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but blurt out.

Fragments of memories seem to surface in my mind.

She felt like she was constantly urging the other person to take their medication.

This feels so damn familiar.

“I never have enough medicine—in fact, that’s how you become a god of war. You have to make sure there are superheroes in this world. Otherwise, if you lose people who dare to point their fingers at me and address me respectfully, then the world won’t know I’m a god of war.” Ian tested the spider leg’s attack power against the concrete next to him.

His legs are so long, it's like they're in the right place on his back.

Outstanding effect.

It's even sharper and more razor-sharp than the Spider Monster's weapon.

"What do you mean? Aren't you going to praise me?" Ian didn't cancel his skill; when he helped Gwen up, he even used his spider legs, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, to support her.

"Why did you help me up backwards? Is it because you're an evil god and can't tell my hands from my feet?" Gwen looked completely bewildered after being helped up.

She is currently in a handstand position, supporting herself on the ground with her hands.

The only thing visible to the eye was Ian's knees.

"Bullshit, I only asked you to use your hands because I saw your leg was broken and you definitely couldn't stand up on your legs." Ian felt that his good intentions had been taken for granted.

His explanation caused Gwen to fall silent for a moment.

"You don't have to help me up, just let me lie on the ground... The ambulance should be here soon." Gwen looked into the distance, where the little spiders had been completely wiped out thanks to everyone's combined efforts.

Her father, Sheriff George, was helping the wounded while glancing in her direction.

"It would be so ungraceful not to help up your teammates after a big battle and show the bond between you. By the way, have you ever considered believing in the great god Ian?"

“Your injury can be healed in no time.” Ian once again shut Gwen up with impeccable logic, while also extending a warm invitation to her.

"No thanks."

The girl's expression changed repeatedly over a short period of time.

"It's getting dark, why haven't you disappeared yet?" She had clearly summarized some patterns related to Ian's appearances and disappearances from her previous experiences with him.

"Almost there, just one minute left before I return to my lair. It's full of evil stuff; I'll take pictures and show you when I have time." Ian deactivated his [Mimicry Armor], pulled out half of his phone, and checked the time. This Marvel trip had been very fruitful, except for the lack of unlocking a new class.

It's a bit of a shame.

"Thank you for saving me and everyone else." Gwen sincerely thanked Ian as he was about to leave, though her tone carried a hint of frustration.

"I thought I could handle that monster."

Gwen's voice was full of frustration.

"That's how it is for beginners, don't be discouraged. You must have learned the lesson that with great power comes great responsibility." In the end, Ian still wanted to gain a new career from Gwen.

He probed while simultaneously guzzling down chicken soup.

Hear the words.

Gwen blinked, her golden eyelashes trembling beneath the bloodstains.

"With great power comes great responsibility. I didn't expect you to say something so reasonable." She was clearly moved, as if she understood why Ian had taken action.

This boy may have a slightly abnormal way of thinking, but he clearly has a very righteous heart.

"After all, I am a writer."

Ian responded.

He also secretly reached out his hand.

Why did you touch me?

Gwen was still moved.

Suddenly, Ian raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously against his face.

"It does not matter."

Ian hadn't expected that even after plagiarizing and quoting famous sayings, he still wouldn't be able to unlock the new profession. Still somewhat unwilling to give up, he continued to speak.

“Listen, Gwen, one failure doesn’t mean you’ll fail every time. What matters is that you have the heart of a superhero—that’s the real seed of this new world.”

These words weren't entirely platitudes; they came from Ian's reasoning. He wiped the bloodstains on Gwen's face again, but still couldn't get what he wanted.

“I still don’t understand what you’re saying, but I think I can figure it out myself… See you tomorrow?” Gwen saw Ian’s body begin to fade.

Like a TV screen about to lose signal.

"You should say goodbye, otherwise I'll feel like you've mistaken me for an enoki mushroom." Ian left with only these last words, and the bells of return were already ringing in his ears.

The boy seemed to vanish into thin air.

far away.

The onlookers couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Where did that boy go?

"He disappeared! Just vanished like that! As if he had never existed... Oh my god, could he be God who came to save us and then quietly left?"

"Is God a boy?"

"No! He didn't just save us, he gave us hope and a new life. I think he should be a hero! A superhero, even more heroic than ordinary heroes!"

"Isn't this still God?"

……

Unbelievable.

A sense of disbelief spread through the crowd.

Countless people stared wide-eyed as the boy fell from the sky and disappeared like a wisp of wind. Some even dropped their cigarette butts, which shows how much of a shock they were going through.

They whispered to each other.

The setting sun bathed the burned streets in gold.

The smoke from the gunpowder billowed like a veil in the evening breeze.

The city, still filled with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth after the great battle, was littered with the corpses of countless small spiders, and the sirens of ambulances and police cars could be heard one after another.

"Are you OK?"

Sheriff George finally ran to his daughter.

"I'm fine, Dad."

Gwen responded to Sheriff George.

"But you look...you really haven't been infected by any virus?" Officer George asked in a strange tone, facing two legs that were pointing straight up.

"Huh?!" Gwen only then realized that she was still upside down.

She quickly turned over and sat back down on the ground.

"If I said... I encountered an evil god and was influenced by it, would you believe me, Dad?" Gwen's pretty face turned red, and in her embarrassment, she also started to shift the blame.

"What do you think?"

George helped his daughter up and carried her on his back.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I made you worry."

Gwen lowered her head in shame.

“You don’t need to apologize. In fact, you’ve done a great job, and I’m proud of you… Of course, as a father, I don’t expect my daughter to be any kind of hero.”

George put Gwen in the ambulance, his tone unusually gentle. While others might be praising the person who solved the problem, he knew perfectly well who had been the first to step forward.

Dozens of ambulances were rescuing people at the same time.

Gwen naturally received priority escort in exchange for George's favor.

She received effective treatment.

This avoided the tragedy of having to wait months for surgery after a leg injury.

When Gwen was wheeled out of the operating room, it was already late. The city had not yet recovered from the chaos of the Spider-Man's attack, and the streets were still filled with the sounds of sirens and the chatter of the crowd.

Inside the hospital.

The corridor lights were a cold, white.

After receiving treatment, Gwen was taken to a ward. George had to deal with the day's events, and her mother was on her way, so she watched TV alone after waking up.

Almost every television station was reporting on today's events. Gwen saw herself on TV, but no camera captured her face clearly.

Most television stations focused on the scene of Ian descending from the sky and the golden light tearing through the heavens, and the comments from the television hosts were almost entirely full of praise.

"That's what a hero is."

Gwen sighed.

I feel a bit down and melancholy.

outside.

Suddenly, his footsteps quickened.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

"Are you a nurse?"

Gwen turned her head and saw two strangely dressed men. A tall, thin man wearing a red cloak was walking in front of her, and he had oddly shaped metal ornaments pinned to his collar.

The other was a blond, muscular man who was at least two meters tall. Under his red cloak, a gleaming silver breastplate was visible, and he was holding something in his hand—was that a kebab?
Gwen smelled the delicious aroma of food.

"Who are you looking for?"

She swallowed hard, her voice filled with confusion.

“The person we’re looking for is you.” The cloaked man stepped forward, his pupils gleaming in the lamplight. “I am the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen Strange, and this is Thor.”

Doctor Strange introduced himself.

“No, I wasn’t sent to a mental hospital either.” Gwen’s gaze slowly moved to the sign at the foot of the bed—she was in bed B12, 7th floor, General Surgery, at New York Central Hospital.

"Relax, child."

Thor took a big bite of the roast meat.

He replenished his nutrition after the war.

“Miss Gwen Stacy, stop pretending. We’ve already seen through your secret. You and that evil god are old acquaintances. Perhaps you are also an evil god that is resurrecting?”

Doctor Strange still loves deduction.

Gwen's eyelashes fluttered.

“Ian? That boy?”

She began to understand why this person had contacted her.

"That's right! It's that evil god who forced us to believe in him!" Doctor Strange slapped his thigh, his tone tinged with a hint of heartache for the power of magic.

Gwen tilted her head.

"I don't think he's an evil god."

She pointed to the news on the television.

The camera pans across the streets where people are spontaneously mourning, finally settling on a blurry photograph of a golden figure, with everyone praising the boy who saved the city from disaster that day.

“Actually, I also don’t think he’s an evil god,” Thor chimed in at this point. “An evil god wouldn’t dare to fool me, after all, my father is the great Odin!”

He still loves to show off his dad.

"..."

Gwen has begun to believe that the two men are Ian's friends.

"Oh? You don't believe me? Thor, when I found you, you didn't say that. You said you believed me." Doctor Strange seemed a little flustered after hearing this.

"This is the magic he taught me, isn't that sinister enough?" Doctor Strange said, pulling out his appendix. Gwen felt nauseous at the sight, while Thor pondered whether there was any way to cook it.

Upon seeing Thor's gaze, Doctor Strange immediately became alert and put away his precious appendix.

And at this time.

“I remember now, you’re that slovenly fortune teller who only tipped five dollars, and that boy, Ian, he’s the one who kidnapped me from your house once.”

Gwen suddenly realized.

This made Doctor Strange, who was already emotionally agitated, somewhat embarrassed.

"First of all, I tipped little because I didn't have any money myself. Secondly, I am not friends with the evil god Ian; I was the first believer he captured."

Doctor Strange wanted to cry whenever he talked about it.

"They're all his followers, yet they don't praise their god with every word they say, instead they curse him?" Gwen looked suspicious upon hearing this, finding the two of them rather strange.

"He likes it when people call him an evil god."

Doctor Strange sighed.

"..."

Gwen suddenly found herself speechless.

She remembered Ian boasting to her about the lair of some evil god.

"So, what brings you here? I am not his follower, nor am I some new evil god, and don't try to trick me into joining any evil god's church."

Gwen sighed.

His tone was very wary.

"Tony sent us to find you, hoping you'll join our little group—the Evil Eye Alliance." Doctor Strange finally explained his purpose.

He was also being driven by others.

"Shouldn't it be called the Northern Divine Alliance?"

Thor's eyes widened.

This Thor seems quite unhappy with Doctor Strange's naming method.

"We'll talk about this later." Doctor Strange didn't want to argue too much; after all, he was just a minor third-in-command, while Thor was clearly the second-in-command.

"Can I ask what your alliance does?" Gwen couldn't help but raise her bandaged hand when she saw the two men about to argue.

"To resist the invasion of an evil god?"

She used her imagination.

however.

Doctor Strange simply shook his head.

"No, we can't resist that evil god at all. Our alliance is mainly to deal with the great changes in the world. You should have noticed that our world is gradually becoming more and more dangerous, right?"

Doctor Strange's words made Gwen seem thoughtful.

"Ah."

She nodded.

"A savior organization? You want to be superheroes too?"

When Gwen mentioned this new term, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She knew it was the damned fragments of memory in her brain at work.

“Superhero, I like that word.”

Thor nodded frantically.

"more or less."

Doctor Strange, on the other hand, was more reserved in his emotions.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Gwen's response was clearly unexpected by Doctor Strange.

"That shouldn't be the case. You were the first hero to rush in and save people."

Doctor Strange was utterly perplexed.

"I just suddenly realized I'm not cut out to be a hero." Gwen lay on her side on the bed, feeling her broken and reconnected thigh, her will slightly weakened.

"Is it because of the injury?"

As Doctor Strange spoke, he pulled out a book.

"Don't worry, have faith in the God of All-Powerful Ion. His power can heal you instantly by burning just a little bit of fat. I think that's a real treat for a girl."

He opened the [Duplicate] spellbook in his hand.

I was just about to teach Gwen how to take the oath.

next moment.

"Damn it! He's invented a new magic!"

Doctor Strange was immediately horrified.

"Brain-sharing technology! Damn it, what kind of hellish magic is this, allowing us to share our brain's processing power? Good heavens! Does this mean they want us to think for them?!"

"Look!"

Doctor Strange presented the books to Gwen and Thor respectively.

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.

"Okay, I admit he's an evil god."

Thor felt his brain begin to tremble.

It is an illusion.

But it could also be intuition.

"This...this is no longer an evil god, but something sinister, isn't it?"

Gwen swallowed hard.

She was once again deeply moved, her soul resonating within her.

"Clang~"

Doctor Strange, Thor, and the other two are still lingering around that absurd "Handbook of Evil Gods".

His expression was one of shock.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, drawing the attention of all three.

A nurse pushed a hospital bed in.

Her attending physician followed behind her.

The two pushed the hospital bed into the room together. There lay a boy on the bed, his face pale, his eyes closed, and a hideous bite mark on his arm.

It looks like a mark left by some kind of monster.

"Poor child," the doctor said softly, his tone filled with regret. "He was attacked by the spider monster this afternoon, but thankfully his life isn't in danger."

"I am grateful to that miraculous Son of the Sun. He not only saved these innocent people, but perhaps he saved all of us." As he spoke, the doctor hung a nameplate above his bed.

The movements are skillful.

Peter Parker

The name above looks quite ordinary.

but.

The boy, who shares the same name and appearance as the Spider Monster but is a few years younger, may not be so ordinary.

……

DC Universe.

Night fell, and a torrential downpour began.

A fierce wind whipped rain against the windows, as if the entire world were submerged in endless darkness and a curtain of water. Ian sat at his desk, having just finished creating a new spell.

He needed to possess analytical skills like Tony Stark to find a way to acquire a new career in the new world, so he created the magic of "Brain Sharing".

True.

Super brains are certainly impressive.

However, it can never compare to using other people's brains to think together.

"I never thought I'd be such a natural talent in the world of magic... All-rounder, that's all." Ian stood up, preparing to go out to take a quick shower and then come back to conduct his magic experiments.

suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing past the window.

A huge "bat" was hanging upside down on the windowsill outside, its black cloak fluttering in the wind, and rainwater constantly sliding down the edge of its helmet to the ground.

Like streaks of silver tears.

"Batman is causing trouble at home again!"

Ian rushed to the insecticide by his bedside. Whether he was joking or not, Batman, who had hurriedly climbed into the room, knew better than to open the window and jump out.

"What are you going to do?"

Batman's voice was still as deep as ever.

"Want me to get rid of the bugs?"

Ian backed down.

After all, this wasn't his first time meeting Batman.

The chance to kill someone on first sight is gone.

"Your father said you stripped Savita naked?" Batman's helmet was clearly high-tech, and his gaze went straight to the area under Ian's bed.

There.

It's not just about high technology.

There was also a girl.

(End of this chapter)