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

Chapter 127 Rescue! Ian is Zeus!

All the noise seemed to fall silent at this moment.

In the distance, the sun rises, its golden rays bathing the scorched earth, as if draping this desolate land in a gentle veil. The once towering mountains have vanished, and the surrounding area, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, is now nothing but a pitted, barren landscape, as if ravaged by a nuclear explosion.

The wreckage of Doomsday.

After being repeatedly eroded by the souls of the two "big shots," it had completely lost its vitality. Its body shattered and disintegrated in the wind, turning into dust and scattering with the wind.

It's like it never existed.

The world seemed to have returned to its former peace and tranquility. However, standing amidst the ruins, Clark Kent looked at the scorched earth, but he did not feel at ease.

Beside him.

Injustice Superman stood silently.

There was no struggle, no resistance.

The man simply raised his clasped hands, like a prisoner awaiting trial. Sunlight streamed through the hole in his chest, casting a crooked "S" shape on the ground.

The repetition implies that his life had long since gone astray.

“Come on.” Injustice Superman did not comment on Clark’s previous statement about the name Superman, but he seemed quite at ease about the reality that he had lost most of his powers.

"Where should I go? Red Sun Prison?" He had once been a benevolent Superman, so he knew how Clark would deal with him if he didn't kill him.

“You need to be careful I don’t escape, so I suggest giving me a kryptonite coffin in case I come back to life.” His tone was cold, not sarcastic, but a genuine suggestion to Clark.

This guy is trying to get Superman to do what he once did.

Kill another Superman.

In this regard.

Clark simply shook his head, his cloak fluttering gently in the breeze: "You need atonement, not here, but in the universes you have harmed."

Although Injustice Superman has his eye on Clark's wife and children.

He even nearly killed Clark at one point.

But Clark still genuinely felt that Injustice Superman might still be salvageable.

He has no right to decide how his parallel universe self should atone for his sins. After all, after Injustice Super arrived in this universe, it seems that after a series of actions, he only killed one of his teammates from the Supreme Alliance, the tyrannical Aquaman.

"Tsk, tsk."

Unjust Superman chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this.

"Excessive kindness"

He was interrupted by Clark as soon as he opened his mouth.

“It’s just pathetic stupidity,” Clark added immediately, then sighed heavily. “Does that sound like the kind of sarcastic remark every loser in every universe would make?”

He felt that the story of Injustice Superman was definitely just hearsay.

however.

"it's not true."

Injustice Superman revealed a cold smile.

"You know, I wasn't actually that strong at first, but... I still beat a lot of Supermen and engraved those words on their tombstones."

"Clark, mercy only leaves hidden dangers, hidden dangers that you will regret. In many universes, the Virgin Mary actually died because of her mercy and kindness."

Injustice Superman spoke in a cold voice.

He turned to look at Jordan and Louise.

It was as if he was advising Clark.

It's like whipping your own heart, revealing the trauma you've suffered.

"You'd better say less about Jesus, God, and that whole family," Clark advised sincerely, directly changing the subject.

So, will you go and atone for your sins?

Clark stared into the cold eyes of his other self.

His eyes were sharp.

"That's not up to me." Unjust Superman didn't avoid eye contact; he merely twitched his lips, curled his lip, and spoke with an air of nonchalant indifference.

"There will only be one Superman in the Supreme Alliance—the strongest one. If the losers don't die, I think they will face an ending even more cruel than death."

He was only guessing.

However, his tone was very confident.

"Hmm? Will they suffer an even crueler end... So, who is your leader?" Clark frowned and asked the crucial question he hadn't had a chance to ask before.

"Are you sure you want to know the answer to this question?" Injustice Superman stared directly into Clark's eyes. "If I tell you the answer, you will lose the right to deal with me."

He was clearly wary of something.

It's also a hint.

He had markings left by others on his body to prevent him from spreading certain information outside.

“We always need to know who the enemy is, don’t we?” Clark hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “And, as I just made it clear to you.”

"I am not the one who has the right to dispose of you." There is indeed a saint in the DC universe, and that is Superman. Or rather, it is his saintly heart, which would be considered toxic even in online novels, that has made him popular.

It's not just because of its great strength.

after all.

In most stories, there are beings far more powerful than Superman.

God among men.

The word "humanity" always comes first.

"Are you still going to stick to your saintly principles?" Injustice Superman remained silent for a long time, simply looking at Clark with a hint of fear and helplessness in his eyes.

"You have proven that you are stronger than me, and he will come to you when he needs you to become that supreme superman." This statement is more like a reminder.

"Who is he?" Clark pressed.

Injustice Superman frowned and gritted his teeth, seemingly resisting some unseen force. He shook his head, as if something within him was pulling at his consciousness.

Just as Clark was about to step forward to check the situation.

"Be careful of his laughter."

Injustice Superman suddenly gave a serious warning.

No.

Or rather, it should be called a warning.

Before the words were even finished, the air began to ripple and twist, and black iron chains appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the body of the Unjust Superman.

"Zizzi-"

Clark immediately unleashed his super-enhanced heat beam in an attempt to sever the chains, but the heat beam was immediately absorbed by the chains upon contact.

Not even a spark was ignited.

"it's useless."

Injustice spoke with difficulty, his voice seeming to come from a great distance, "You have proven yourself... but that person is far stronger than both of us."

“He’s different from us… He didn’t resist the invasion of the outer universe…” Injustice Superman’s body began to be pulled by chains, slowly detaching him from the real world.

"That person is someone who reverse-evolved and absorbed the outer universe that was trying to control him, the outer universe that hasn't been destroyed yet." Injustice Superman pointed to the twisted bat symbol on the chain.

The words have not yet fallen.

His figure vanished completely into thin air.

Only a few wisps of black energy remained, slowly dissipating. Clark's heat vision gradually faded, the red light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by deep astonishment and doubt.

"Bruce?"

He was certainly aware of what the Injustice Superman was implying to him.

The leader of the Supreme Alliance.

He's Batman from some parallel universe.

Very reasonable.

It's also incredibly hard to believe.

"Laughter..."

Clark was still pondering the message left by Injustice Superman when the space returned to calm, with only the residual energy fluctuations in the air still telling the story of what had just happened.

Just now.

"finished?"

Jordan, covered in mud, cuddled his mother, who had just fainted from the pressure of the ancient gods, as he approached. Clark took his Lois and turned to look in the direction where Injustice Superman had disappeared.

"Perhaps... this is just the beginning."

he whispered.

A strong sense of uneasiness welled up in my heart.

Supreme Alliance.

Diverse hunting methods.

Everything made him feel worried.

"Huh?" Jordan was taken aback, his face full of bitterness. He looked around at the devastating surroundings and was exhausted. "But all I want to do now is go home and sleep."

Second brother is indeed exhausted.

He stayed up all night.

They also experienced the descent of ancient gods, Superman fighting, and brothers fighting each other... What? Why would there be brothers fighting each other? Of course, it's because after Mom fell into a coma, everyone wanted to be the child Mom loved the most.

Jordan certainly couldn't beat Ian, but Ian had other things to do, and besides, the second brother, who hadn't studied psychology, didn't understand that Mom would only love the child she saw when she opened her eyes.

Ian played a little trick.

but.

Very normal.

The struggle for the crown prince position.

It's always been like this.

“A lot has happened today, and you look very tired… Let’s go home first. Where’s Ian?” Clark said, looking up at the sky.

There.

The youngest son was talking to a man who looked very aloof.

Ian is doing science popularization.

"Psoriasis, medically known as psoriasis vulgaris, is a stubborn and difficult-to-get rid of chronic skin disease. It is very stubborn, and there is currently no effective cure in the medical field."

"While medications and treatments can control the condition, they cannot completely eliminate the cause. In addition, improper treatment may worsen the condition, further increasing the difficulty of curing it."

Ian is explaining to Murphy that psoriasis is.

in short.

He has psoriasis.

"You think you've repaid my favor, but you haven't. I just explained the reason to you. It seems like you've repaid the favor, but in reality, it has increased the favor you owe me."

Ian's honesty silenced Morpheus, the god of dreams.

"You're taking advantage of the fact that I only found the ruby, my memories are still incomplete, so my understanding isn't clear enough, right?" Morpheus, the god of dreams, held one of his Three Holy Relics of the Sandman in his hand.

The Sandman Ruby.

It is filled with the magical power collected by the God of Dreams.

It possesses powerful magic.

It can fulfill your wishes.

It can also exert tremendous power at crucial moments—for example, it can knock the Kryptonian Old God, the ancient sun god Raoh, back into slumber when he is about to awaken. This is different from the sand in the Sandman's sandbag that can make people sleep.

The key is to bring it back to sleep.

He was indeed subconsciously seeking revenge.

“No, actually your understanding is already very clear. You didn’t believe me when I said this was a stolen ruby.” Ian’s honesty was still heartfelt.

"..."

The already taciturn Dream God seemed even more silent.

"Honestly, you've only repaid me the interest on a favor. If you don't admit it, then it proves that you think your life is less valuable than that of an ancient Kryptonian god."

Ian intensified his efforts.

While holding the golden-red soul in his arms, he frantically inhaled—streams of soul dust entered his mouth, like jelly, with an excellent taste and the ability to gain experience points.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +34]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +48]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +29]

……

happy.

Very happy.

Ian felt that his life was full of light and hope.

"As expected of a sun god like myself, burning himself to illuminate me." He glanced at the curled-up, sleeping soul in his hands and uttered a heartfelt sigh.

"..."

At this moment, Morpheus, the god of dreams, remained silent.

Staring at the boy in front of him, who left him speechless yet somehow felt a sense of warmth, he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking in a pleading tone.

"My sandbag has fallen into the hands of a witcher again, but this witcher has hidden it." Morpheus, the God of Dreams, was somewhat puzzled as to why he used the word "again".

but.

He didn't think for long, "If you can help me find the exact location, then I'll..."

Morpheus, the god of dreams, hadn't finished speaking.

"Will you just call me 'Dad' once?"

Ian's eyes lit up immediately, and he interrupted—he was still thinking about the great achievements he had failed to accomplish; there should be no goal in this world that Ian could not achieve.

To be a good evil god.

One should not give up until the goal is achieved.

If you don't have that determination.

That would be worse than becoming a god and lying down.

"??????" Morpheus, the God of Dreams, took several breaths to calm himself down. "No, I'll just admit that I owe you another favor!"

His tone was full of emphasis.

"Ten favors."

Ian was somewhat disappointed, so he made an outrageous demand, "You have no idea how deep the waters are behind this, or how many hardships I need to overcome to help you find out the truth."

This is like a furniture seller claiming that their furniture uses the best materials—a common way to inflate prices that won't fool anyone—unfortunately, Morpheus, the god of dreams, isn't human.

How deep is the water?

Morpheus, the God of Dreams, wore a serious expression, revealing his worry. He had mentally rehearsed countless scenarios, imagining all sorts of reasons why someone would target him.

"Very deep, very deep."

Ian lowered his voice.

He didn't actually know where the Dream God's sandbag had gone, but that didn't stop him from pretending to know. There was nothing he could do, since he had just said that he was the all-knowing Ian.

"I feel like you're lying to me."

Morpheus, the god of dreams, remained as cautious as ever.

“You are the God of Dreams, the Lord of Dreams. If I dare to lie to you today, you dare to give me nightmares tomorrow. What would I gain from that?” Ian was well prepared for this situation.

Morpheus, the god of dreams, gave him a deep look.

"Two favors."

after all.

The Lord of Dreams eventually yielded.

"Three."

Ian, however, was pushing his luck.

"it is good."

Morpheus did not hesitate.

His artifact was indeed very important to him, and compared to that, the three favors were not so expensive—poor Dream God, unaware of Ian's thoughts at that moment.

“One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, which means that the favor that the God of Dreams owes me will never be repaid!” He has always had a unique understanding and interpretation of the legitimacy of usury.

A perfectly good Kryptonian Old God soul.

At this moment, it seemed Ian was mistaking this soul for a Kryptonian e-cigarette. This was a temporary measure out of necessity; Ian didn't like smoking, and he planned to use the soul to make tea when he got back.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +23]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +45]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +33]

……

Ian is continuously gaining professional experience.

at the same time.

"Please help me find my sandbag as soon as possible. Such a thing is not a blessing in the hands of mortals, but a disaster." The dream god Morpheus didn't seem to fully understand what psoriasis was.

The black cloak fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

His gaze was fixed on the distance.

It was as if the boundary between reality and dreams had been pierced.

"Okay, okay, I promise I'll complete the mission." Ian had the all-purpose navigation book, so this wasn't a difficult task for him, and he readily agreed.

The deal was about to be finalized.

Morpheus nodded as well.

One last look at the slumbering soul curled up in Ian's hands.

He did not ask for it.

"I still have to go find something else I've lost, and you all have a lot of mess to clean up. Goodbye." Morpheus left without the slightest hesitation. In a second, his figure began to blur, like a bubble blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing into the rising sun.

Suddenly, a god appeared.

They've left again.

The air was completely still.

Ian landed slowly in front of his family.

He patted off non-existent dust from his body.

"Who is that person?" Clark frowned, staring at the spot where Morpheus had disappeared. Just as he had told Injustice Superman before, he didn't know which strange beings Ian knew.

The only thing Clark was certain of was that the other party was terrifying. Even though he was dozens of times stronger than before, he could still feel a terrifying pressure from the dream god Morpheus.

That was the kind of being that could resolve a new Doomsday crisis in a single move—under Clark's strange gaze, Ian crumpled the golden soul into a ball and kicked it into his pocket.

This is baby.

It must be stored carefully.

If his underwear had a gusset, he would have wanted to put it inside the gusset.

"Just like Miss Death... a mere old acquaintance. I owed him a debt of gratitude he could never repay in his lifetime." Ian feigned profundity, trying to boost his own prestige.

however.

"Oh."

Clark wasn't particularly curious. He reached out and grabbed Ian by the back of the neck, then ignored Ian's protests and flew into the sky with his youngest son and wife.

“I can fly! I can fly faster than Jordan!” Ian struggled like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, but Clark showed no intention of letting him fly behind Jordan.

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

No one knows a son better than his father.

Clark was certain that if he let go, Ian would disappear into the horizon, so he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and fly towards the city with his troublesome youngest son.

Jordan followed closely behind.

Having withstood the previous super storm and air currents.

He flew very steadily.

soon.

The four of them had already returned to the metropolis.

The city was already ravaged.

The mini-Doomsday caused far more damage than expected, with streets broken, buildings collapsed, traffic paralyzed, power outages, and many residents left homeless, huddled among the ruins awaiting rescue.

But hope has not been extinguished.

Members of the Justice League are organizing reconstruction efforts.

Cyborg directs robots to clear the rubble, while the Flash, now fully recovered, shuttles between locations to deliver supplies, and Aquaman, along with his wife, assists with drainage and repairing the water supply system.

Wonder Woman, meanwhile, was trying to calm the public down.

"We should lend a hand too."

Superman slowly descends.

He had just put Ian down.

Then he saw his youngest son put a trash can over Louise's head.

rigorous.

Needless to say.

Jordan quietly put a Walmart plastic bag over himself. Seeing his parents return, Jonathan, who had just emerged from the Hellcat, also didn't want to appear out of place.

"Thank goodness you're all alright. Have all the problems been resolved?" Jonathan picked up a mask for himself; he was indeed the most normal person in the family so far.

only.

The pile of idols hanging on his body was also causing the old father's eyes to twitch wildly—Jonathan didn't care at all; only he himself understood his situation.

His prayer.

It seems to have always been very useful.

"Clark, come lend a hand, there's someone trapped under the building." Wonder Woman suddenly spoke up, finally bringing Clark back to his senses from his family tragedy.

"Ah."

He flew straight there.

Superman, with his super biofield, has no need to worry about his face being seen through.

It was just a slight lift.

He lifted the broken two-story building into the air, and even the steel bars that were on the verge of breaking did not bend, and not even the dust on the broken building fell.

"Biofield."

Ian watched with extreme envy.

I pulled the stars from the sky just to light your way.

"Fought the demons alone while you slept all day."

……

Rock music was playing from Hellcat.

There was clearly an element of self-aggrandizement in it.

"I'll take you to get something good to drink." Ian, as if struck by a sudden thought, jumped into his car and disappeared around the corner. Jordan joined the rescue effort. "It's Walmart Shopping Bag Superman!"

The bully he had previously saved now seems to be his biggest fan. Jonathan is also helping out, taking care of the injured citizens alongside his gradually recovering mother.

He even helped an old man find his lost child.

This is also very meaningful.

Heroes are never just one type.

The act of helping others.

There is never a distinction between big and small—Louise encouraged her only child without superpowers, who was still somewhat weak and needed Jonathan's support to move around.

But this did not stop her from helping everyone in her own way.

Journalists understand the art of language best.

She knew exactly what kind of comfort people needed most right now.

It's not just superheroes involved; there are also ordinary people who have spontaneously organized rescue efforts. The wounds from this disaster have not yet healed, but people have already begun rebuilding their homes.

The heroes of the Justice League are still busy.

Ordinary people certainly wouldn't just sit idly by and let the heroes do all the work.

Inside the collapsed house.

People are being rescued continuously.

By this time, the sun had fully risen.

It seems to come with the arrival of morning.

Humanity is filled with hope once again.

After working together for several hours, everyone finally managed to clear most of the rubble and rescue those trapped underground or crushed.

Emergency rescue.

The casualty figures are not high.

The enhanced biofield of Superman might be considered the most important factor.

"Where's Ian?" Louise had been busy for most of the day, walking through several blocks, helping to distribute emergency food supplies that Wayne Enterprises had urgently mobilized from various locations.

She was resting.

She finally realized why she had always felt something was missing. The elderly mother saw Walmart Superman, saw the masked kind man, but she didn't see Pantyhose Superman—that is, Ian.

"Forehead."

Superman had just cleaned up a large area of ​​the city and was holding up a collapsed 18-story building, ready to throw it away, when he heard this and quickly looked up and around.

"Sure enough, he got away again."

Clark's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"He preempted the military, retrieved the remaining clones, and even devoured all the remains of Luther's underground cloning base." He deliberately lowered his voice.

Luckily, there was no one around.

"Very meticulous."

Louise breathed a sigh of relief.

He also praised his youngest son.

At least Ian isn't going out causing trouble again.

"Is it rigorous? Maybe. He's adding transmission fluid to his car right now, using the blood of a clone, muttering that his car is closer to our home now."

Clark's super hearing is at work.

But he didn't want it to work.

The elderly father held up the building with one hand and began frantically rubbing his temples with the other.

“That car protected Jonathan! It’s already part of our family!” Louise, clearly having had a little to calm her nerves, clapped her hands and said something that left Clark speechless.

"really."

I thought about it.

Clark still agreed with Louise's statement.

"No! He's set off again! Destination..." Just as he was about to get back to his business, his eyes suddenly narrowed as if he had seen something.

Where is Ian?

Wonder Woman was also passing by at that moment.

She hadn't seen Ian, so she made a bold but reasonable guess: "Could our immortal boy have run off to steal Doomsday's food while you weren't looking?"

This is not a joke.

Instead, Wonder Woman was seriously studying Ian's behavior. In the final stages, she was busy rescuing people in the city, so she didn't witness Doomsday's death.

"No, he sneaked into Luther's new factory and is now eating and drinking for free, taking everything he can."

Superman couldn't help but sigh. Even he didn't know how to judge Ian's actions of using his incredibly powerful digestive abilities to destroy those evil chemical agents.

"Free purchase?!"

Aquaman, carrying a wrecked car, passed by and stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Even though he was from an extremely rare race, he had never experienced free shopping before.

The Queen of the Sea was extremely envious.

Because I need to stay home and take care of the children.

She's barely even been to a supermarket.

Not to mention experiencing this kind of "unique activity for people on the ground".

"Tsk tsk, what a troublesome guy. Luckily I don't have any kids." Wonder Woman was somewhat relieved to hear this, and then she saw the invincible Superman turn his head to look at her expressionlessly.

"Cough cough."

Wonder Woman was quite embarrassed.

"I'll go find that brat for you."

She volunteered.

Soaring into the sky.

They used their flying abilities to fly out of the city.

About ten minutes later.

It could also be fifteen minutes.

The final result was twenty minutes.

Wonder Woman has finally returned, amidst a flurry of speculation from the heroes. She did indeed find Ian, but he was now bound by the glowing Lasso of Truth.

The car kept following behind her and bumping into her buttocks.

of course.

This is not a big deal.

What made Wonder Woman look most disheveled was the shoe prints on her body, including her face, clearly indicating that she had just gone through a very fierce tug-of-war with Ian.

"what happened?"

Louise stepped forward, completely bewildered.

"Damn it! How did your son get so much stronger last night?! I couldn't even move him! He almost kicked me with all four legs! Good heavens! Those are the legs of a Speed ​​Force undead!"

Diana was still shaken.

After landing with Ian, Wonder Woman was hit hard in the back by a car. An angry Wonder Woman turned around and glared at him, only to see the car heading straight for her stomach again.

"Stop! I told you to stop your car!"

Diana was shouting.

dodge.

It was as if a battle was taking place.

“Ian is the MVP. Aunt Diana isn’t just a freeloader; she’s also stopping Ian from digging up the dungeon chests.” Ian, who was tied up, remained expressionless and did not comply.

He uttered a single sentence without any emotion.

Louise spoke first.

Diana was thus spared from being rear-ended in public by a car.

She certainly won't get hurt.

But it's also very embarrassing.

"Ian is the MVP, but Aunt Diana is not only a free winner, she also stopped Ian from digging up the dungeon chests."

talking.

Ian grew another mimicking spider leg and used it to pour a vial of medicine into his mouth—he held back, though; if he really started kicking, he would have collected more than four legs.

"Coo coo coo~"

Ian drank it all in one gulp.

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +11]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +9]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +9]

……

The chemicals Luther used for his bio-enhancing experiments were significantly inferior to those used by the Gotham Monster.

Its effectiveness is diminishing.

Also normal.

After all, he was carrying more than a dozen military backpacks.

By this time, half of it had been drunk.

【Savage Tyrant lv10 [4145/5120]】

The value of Luther's dozen or so factories is just so-so. What Ian is unhappy about is that he still has a dozen or so factories that he hasn't explored yet—Old Deng from the Justice League didn't even open the treasure chests after finishing the dungeon!
And he's not allowed to touch it!
Is Wonder Woman, this old woman, even a normal person?

Unreasonable!

"Ian is the MVP, and Aunt Diana not only won by doing nothing, but also stopped Ian from digging for dungeon treasure chests." The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and Ian started repeating himself again.

"Can you please stop repeating that?! You've said it over three hundred times!"

Diana was furious.

Her response was still the same: "Ian is the MVP."

Diana was furious.

far away.

Louise is calming the car.

Wonder Woman looked around but couldn't see Superman. She couldn't find anyone who could help her deal with Ian, and she was already starting to regret volunteering to capture the kid.

"Ian is the MVP. Aunt Diana isn't just a passive winner; she's also stopping Ian from digging up the dungeon chests." Just as Ian was repeating himself again, Wonder Woman grabbed his hair.

“Um… Diana.” Mera, Aquaman’s wife, who had been observing for a long time, couldn’t help but speak up, “It’s obviously abnormal that Superman’s son keeps saying the same thing.”

"Could it be because of the rope you gave him?" As someone who appreciates good looks, she felt that this handsome young man must have his reasons, not to mention that she also knew that Ian had saved her and Aquaman once.

“Yes, that’s the reason.” Ian’s expression suddenly changed, and he gave the Queen a bright smile. “Aunt Mera, you’re such a kind person. You seem so understanding.”

"I apologize for my previous malicious speculation about you."

The boy's words startled the sea queen slightly.

"Malicious speculation?"

She felt somewhat bewildered and wore a completely blank expression.

"You don't actually believe his nonsense, do you? He just said it was for this reason, and that was a lie!" Diana was so angry that she felt like she was getting demigod hypertension.

"The Lasso of Truth is completely useless against him! When I first tied him up, he said I was the best in the Justice League! But when I tried to take him away, he changed his tune! He turned on me faster than any of the bad guys I've ever met!"

Speaking of bad guys.

Diana seemed to have thought of something.

"You're not Zeus in disguise, are you? Are you deliberately messing with my mind?" Wonder Woman was clearly provoked, and her blood pressure was indeed extremely high. She tried to grab Ian's face, but Ian dodged her.

"Huh? If I were Zeus, would you dare use this thing to bind me? That would be utterly rebellious! Hmm, I guess I could be Zeus too." Ian took a step back and jumped backward, instantly leaping eight hundred meters away with the Lasso of Truth.

"..."

Wonder Woman stands with her hands on her hips.

Gritting teeth.

"Clark!"

She was shouting.

not far away.

Jordan and Jonathan watched this scene in silence.

Jonathan was amazed by Ian's jumping ability.

Jordan seemed to be deep in thought.

"The stuff Ian drank looked like enhancement potions..."

Jordan stared at his younger brother Ian's military backpack, which was jingling inside. He knew that Ian must have smuggled some technology and tough stuff from some lab again.

"My dad said that normal people can't drink it, and they'll die if they do."

Jonathan turned to look at Jordan.

I don't quite understand what Jordan was thinking.

"Would you like a drink?"

He was somewhat worried that his second brother was becoming obsessed with the pursuit of power.

however.

Brother, you're really overthinking things.

"You're saying... Kryptonian blood can enhance ordinary people, right? If I were to sell my blood, it would have to be more expensive than normal blood, wouldn't it?"

Ian, the second brother, has always had a unique perspective.

"????"

Jonathan was completely dumbfounded.

"You're going to sell your blood?"

He frowned immediately after regaining his senses.

“No, no, no.” Jordan waved his hand. “I want to sell something else, something similar to blood, but more expensive… Well, from what I know, it’s much more expensive than blood, and I just want to grab something and run.”

He stammered.

Some of the statements were vague.

All are family.

Jonathan knew perfectly well what Jordan was going to sell.

"are you crazy?"

His eyes widened.

I genuinely think that Jordan's thought process is sometimes even more bizarre than Ian's.

"No...sigh, you wouldn't understand, I'm short of money." Jordan seemed genuinely desperate for cash. Jonathan offered some kind words of comfort and said he could provide some financial assistance.

This finally dissuaded Jordan from the idea of ​​selling his children and grandchildren.

Just at this time.

What are you talking about?

Clark descended from the sky with a dark expression.

This is the most severely damaged ruin, and there are hardly any residents left.

The survivors were all properly resettled.

After all, there's Wayne Enterprises.

And then there's the Quinn Group, which, belatedly, entered the rescue effort with even greater fanfare. The two groups were essentially competing to see who was more charitable, so the disaster victims were immediately housed in the cleared areas.

There are many tents there.

"What do you mean, 'didn't say anything'? You didn't say anything at all." As soon as Jordan saw his dad coming over, he immediately put on an expression that said, "I didn't do anything."

He tried to change the subject.

"I was just curious after seeing Ian's situation... If ordinary people drank your blood, or something else, would they also become stronger?"

Jordan and Jonathan both looked at Clark.

Clark was taken aback.

Frowning slightly.

His gaze swept back and forth between his two sons.

"No."

He answered very decisively.

Jordan persisted: "How did you know?"

Clark's expression visibly stiffened. His eyes darted around slightly, his lips twitched slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he displayed the authority of a strict father.

"Get to work right now!"

Clark concealed the fact that he also went through a similar period.

Simultaneously.

It also concealed the attempts he had made with Louise.

"..."

Jordan and Jonathan were not as smart as Ian and failed to realize the problem. They were stunned by Clark's raised voice and quickly turned back to clearing the ruins.

after all.

Wonder Woman still couldn't catch Ian, but she did retrieve her Lasso of Truth. Ian, having finished his official duties, then devoted himself to his family's charitable work.

"I heard you saved my wife and me, thank you." Aquaman Arthur was digging through the rubble with Ian when he sensed the awkward atmosphere and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"No need to thank me, Uncle Arthur. Just remember that you owe me more than a thousand favors. I saved you and Aunt Mera, which means that your children and grandchildren were able to be born and reproduce because of me."

Ian worked very hard.

He remained polite.

however.

The response clearly had the feel of a conversation killer.

"Forehead……"

Aquaman Arthur's personality clearly couldn't handle such a brat, so he could only cough awkwardly twice and say, "Actually, my wife and I already have a beautiful son."

"He's studying at school today... Maybe you two can play together sometime?" Aquaman Arthur still felt quite favorably toward the child who saved him and Mera.

He also really wanted to get closer to Superman's family.

"Hahaha, Arthur, you really are something else! Yes, that's it, let him take your son out for a few more days." Wonder Woman was passing by when she heard Aquaman Arthur's words.

then.

The demigod immediately stopped moving the abandoned bus, put it down, gave Aquaman a thumbs up, and then resumed the moving and cleaning work.

Ian threw a stone at him.

Missed.

He was so angry that he stomped his feet.

"Does that mean Arthur now has a son?"

The Flash sped past.

"?????"

Arthur was completely confused.

He hasn't had much contact with Ian yet.

Therefore, he failed to grasp the meaning behind the Flash's words. Due to the awkward silence, Arthur cleared his throat again, wanting to break the ice.

"You know what? I'm a fish-man, and I can talk to fish." He wasn't very good at communicating with children, so he mentioned his most impressive and magical ability.

Ian looked up at the burly man.

"I can do that too."

He continued digging happily.

"really?"

Aquaman was momentarily stunned, his expression gradually turning to shock.

"Uh-huh."

Ian nodded.

He's clearly talking to the fish right now, so how can that not be considered having a special ability in that area? He has to have it even if he doesn't; the evil god can't admit to being lacking in any way.

"Then we can exchange experiences."

Arthur became interested.

He said.

Edited by Ian.

He said it again.

Ian once again showcased his talent as a writer.

The relationship between Aquaman and Ian was fairly pleasant.

This rescue.

It lasted until the evening.

It wasn't that the entire city recovered in a single day; rather, the superheroes had done what they could, and the remaining reconstruction work was the responsibility of the government and Wayne Enterprises.

Wayne Group will take full responsibility for providing funding for post-disaster reconstruction.

This wave.

Quinn's Corporation, which belongs to Green Arrow, did not dare to follow suit. They only indicated that they would provide building materials and ensure that Metropolis would have a sufficient supply of food and supplies during this period.

The Kent family can finally go home.

So does everyone else.

Wonder Woman returned to her city after a long, tiring day. She took a shower, ready to rest, but unexpectedly, her phone rang.

"Hello~ Hello~ Can you hear me?"

That was Batman's deep voice.

Diana thought something urgent had happened and sat up.

however.

But she could only hear it.

“Diana, I’ve figured it out. Ian really is the MVP, and you really did win by doing nothing… I won’t use the last word, as Batman I’ve always been very polite.”

Batman's voice, as always, carried a deep, superb, bubbly tone.

The tone of his voice inexplicably triggered another episode of high blood pressure in Diana.

She was completely confused.

Why was the other party able to call him using Bruce's phone number?

Did they eat Bruce too?
(End of this chapter)