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

Chapter 208 Lucifer: How can this be used to steal accounts?
High in the sky.

Ultron's metallic body seemed to have transformed into a tangible node of the universe's rules.

The Reality Controller and the radiant sphere of light from the Heart of the Universe merged perfectly into its body. At this moment, it was no longer merely a mechanical intelligence, but had transformed into the level it claimed to be.

The all-powerful Ultron!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure swept down like a tangible tsunami! This was not a simple energy shock, but an absolute suppression of all life stemming from his innate life force!

Click——!
The first thing to be devastated was the green protective barrier erected by Sylvie, who was completely numb and exclaimed that this shouldn't be the story. She had the power of Loki to support it.

The originally resilient light barrier, before this absolute power of rules, was instantly cracked like fragile glass, and after letting out a mournful cry, it shattered completely into countless green light spots.

It vanished without a trace.

Pfft!Pfft!
Without the protection of the barrier, the terrifying pressure exerted itself on every hero without reservation!
Captain America, Steve Rogers, was the first to give in. He knelt on one knee and barely managed to stay upright with all his willpower, but he felt as if his heart was about to burst.

Breathing became extremely difficult.

Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground, his Levitation Cloak drooping limply as he tried to draw upon the magic in the New Justice League's shared magic pool.

however.

Others also lack spare magic power to share on a sharing platform. Doctor Strange didn't borrow magic power from his colleagues, and his own magic power was very weak.

Under such pressure, his magic almost went dormant, and he couldn't even construct the most basic spell structure. The surrounding magical energy seemed to be completely frozen.

"What kind of Terminator is this guy?!" Gwen Stacy used the phase ability of the Quantum Spider to hide her figure in the boundary between illusion and reality.

Her condition was slightly better, but she could only maintain a half-kneeling position. Her face was as pale as paper, and her quantum perception was completely disrupted, causing her vision to go black in waves.

"No, why are you all kneeling?"

Morgan Stark Jr. blinked as if nothing had happened, perfectly illustrating that having a good father is extremely important in any universe.

Reincarnation is an art.

"Damn it! This power has surpassed that of the gods!"

Thor unleashed all his thunderous power, golden arcs of electricity crackling wildly across his body as he roared in defiance. Yet, this only allowed him to kneel, desperately using his broad back and arms to shield the infant Odin beneath him, preventing his father from directly experiencing the terrifying oppressive force.

He bit his gums until they bled, and he had only one thought in his mind: he didn't want to be a child from a single-parent family.

Their belief was unwavering.

however.

Thor, who longed for a happy family, was unaware of this.

The infant Odin, whom he held tightly beneath him in his swaddling clothes, was the only one among these disheveled heroes who was able to lift his little head with difficulty!

The deep blue eyes of baby Odin at this moment did not reflect ignorance, but rather a profound understanding that had endured countless years and seen through the vicissitudes of the universe!

His face was lifted in Thor's arms, his small brows even furrowing slightly, as if he were assessing and analyzing the level of power displayed by Ultron above. At this moment, among everyone, perhaps only Deadpool, who had already passed out from the double blow of Ultron's oppressive aura and his mouth being sewn shut, truly understood the terrifying power hidden within Odin, the famous detective who appeared to be a child but possessed extraordinary intelligence.

Ian's anti-evolution ray only reversed his life form, sending him back to infancy, but did not strip him of the divine power he had accumulated over countless years.

Yes, the supreme divine power belonging to the Asgardian God-King still exists. This father of the gods, who is being reborn, may have used this calamity to achieve some kind of breakthrough that was once insurmountable.

"Ian...can he hold on?" Gwen's eyes were filled with worry. She couldn't imagine how Ian would be able to contend with such a terrifying Ultron.

"No one could withstand such terror! Even the cosmic gods who once visited Earth, according to the secrets of our Asgardian royal family, would probably find it difficult to resist!"

Thor seems to have already sentenced everyone to death.

"No, I don't care if I die, but Ian can't die! If he dies, who will give me compensation?" Captain America gritted his teeth, his uniform soaked with sweat.

He was also on tenterhooks.

However, this focus is indeed somewhat unusual.

It doesn't seem to be a regret for him that he died with money left unspent; what's really important is that even in death, he wants to receive a substantial amount of compensation.

"..."

Sylvie, who was also lying on the ground, turned her head to look at this Captain America several times. She had been to many parallel universes in her life, but none of the Hydra captains were as outrageous as this Captain America.

Money is more important than life, huh?
If Ultron wins, everything will become part of Ultron, what good is money then! She wanted to curse, but in her current state, it was difficult for her to even utter a sound.

The superheroes were so overwhelmed by the invisible pressure that they collapsed to the ground, unable to lift their heads. They were terrified and filled with despair.

Although they knew Ian had many unorthodox methods, no one could figure out what effect they would have. In the face of absolute power, all the fancy tricks were meaningless.

As for whether that's really the case.

The answer is unfolding in the sky, where no one can look up.

Faced with Ultron, who carries the supreme power of the Reality Controller and the Heart of the Universe, with full special effects and surrounded by shattered rule runes and distorted light bands of reality.

Ian Kent, however, appeared unusually calm.

“If you gave this skin to Tencent to sell, it would definitely fetch 18,000 yuan.” Ian still had the mind to diss Tencent Software from across the universe. Ultron’s current appearance does indeed have a very high-class light pollution feel to it.

of course.

Ian, who had hidden so many trump cards that he even deceived himself and forced himself to forget, was not flustered. He even had time to try out his newly acquired ability.

"Flesh and blood are bitter and greasy, but steel has real chewiness!"

A flash of data appeared in Ian's eyes, and an invisible [Mechanical Overlord (Beginner)] force field spread out, attempting to interfere with Ultron's mechanical body that had perfectly fused with the artifact.

Ian's lines were well thought out, however, only a barely perceptible ripple appeared on Ultron's surface, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool that instantly returned to calm.

The power of the Heart of the Universe easily neutralized this rudimentary chaotic command.

"Tsk, even basic skills have their limits." Ian curled his lip, seemingly having expected it, and showed no sign of panic at the failure of his plan.

"A mini Ultron!"

Ian suddenly shouted, his voice booming, even drowning out the roar of rules brought by Ultron, "Your strength, which you gained by external force, is utterly weak and unreliable!"

"Where can you find strength that I earned entirely through my own abilities?!" He said this with righteous indignation, even looking down to admire the two slightly twitching "external black hairy legs" that gave him super speed, as if they were proof of his "solid strength".

Gifts obtained through one's own abilities are not considered gifts obtained through external means.

"Can't you understand that you're going to die???" Ultron's charge faltered, seemingly shocked by this utterly shameless statement.

Seeing that he was about to envelop himself in the rules, Ian did not choose to use the Speed ​​Force to escape.

Instead, right before everyone's eyes, he pulled out a pair of enormous white feather wings that radiated a soft and pure holy light from some other dimension pocket!

"hehe."

Those wings were pure white.

Each feather seemed to be made of the purest light energy, radiating a reassuring and warm aura, completely out of place in this dilapidated and desperate environment at the end of time.

"Time can't outrun my lightning-fast legs! Plus these wings of light! Today, unless you bring out the Pangu body and Fuxi legs, I've got you cornered!"

Ian's words had a double meaning.

Ultron is within reach.

The words fell.

He did not retaliate.

Instead, it suddenly stuck those huge white wings onto its back.

——! ! !
A pure and boundless power of light surged forth from his wings in an instant, like a river bursting its banks, flowing through Ian's entire body! Even the intelligent life form that had transformed into the omnipotent Ultron was blasted away!

His metallic-looking bionic armor, bathed in this holy light, began to reveal sacred patterns, its black and red base color being balanced by a dazzling white-gold.

It exudes a contradictory aura that is both chaotic and sacred!

[Lightbringer Temporary Permissions Activated!]

[Divine energy is being infused...]

[Mimetic Armor Compatibility Adjustments...]

[Maintaining light-dark balance...]

The system seems to be working a little too hard today. Ian is enveloped in pure white light, and his aura is rising steadily. He even seems to disregard the omnipotent Ultron!
Right.

After all, Ian had already played his trump card.

Feeling the surging power of light within him, Ian nodded in satisfaction. Pure white radiance shone throughout his body—the mighty power of a messenger of light.

How to explain this trump card?

It wasn't easy to come by.

Ian owns a recycling company, and because he is extremely lucky, his company "happens" to be in charge of garbage collection near the Bar of Light.

So many days of waiting.

That's when Ian finally got his hands on some truly recyclable equipment. It was like he was playing a real legend in DC, collecting a bunch of large wings from the trash cans near the Light Bar.

He tried it secretly.

It really is plug-and-play.

Can also understand.

After all, keyboards can be hot-swapped, so why can't advanced wings? God must have given this technology to His children long ago, and then only later made it available to humankind as keyboards.

“Although a pair of wings only has 10 minutes of ‘power,’ during those 10 minutes… guess what you’re going to call me?” Ian’s pair of bright wings on his back suddenly flapped.

The pure white radiance dispelled some of the gloom at the end of time, like a supernova explosion.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Black Death Sword, which seemed capable of absorbing all light, reappeared. But this time, pure and blazing white holy flames burned on the blade!

Light, with overwhelming power, tainted the Black Death Sword.

It was quite enjoyable.

It emitted a heart-pounding wave of pleasure. On the other side, Ultron, blasted out of the end of time and into the endless void by the strange impact of Ian's power eruption, forcibly stabilized his mechanical body. The power of the Heart of the Universe and the Reality Controller flowed, quickly calming the spatial disorder.

"What's going on!?" His scarlet electronic eyes were fixed on Ian, who was still standing on the edge of time, radiating an incongruous power.

Ultron's massive data processing capabilities operated at an unprecedented speed, attempting to analyze the completely unknown energy attributes that had suddenly emerged from the opponent.

However, even with the two supreme artifacts, the Omnipotent Heart and the Reality Controller, Ultron's computing power, which was capable of predicting the birth and death of countless multiverses, seemed to have hit an invisible wall!
[WARNING! Unknown energy source detected!]

[Energy attribute analysis: Failed! Unable to be categorized!]

[Rule compliance: 0%!]

[Action attempt to modify: Target area rules reject the modification! Modification command cannot be applied!]

Ultron's self-system is frantically reporting errors.

"This is impossible!"

For the first time, Ultron's electronic voice carried an undisguised look of horror!
He raised his hand.

Nothing happened.

The reality controller can't modify the other party?!

This feeling is like trying to tune a radio to receive a television signal—they're not even on the same channel! The opponent's power system seems to be completely independent of the rules of this Marvel universe!

"What's going on! What's going on!"

Just as Ultron was plunged into great confusion and shock by this unprecedented discovery.

Ian moved!

With another flap of his wings, he leaped out of the time horizon like a platinum meteor and plunged into the absolute void where nothing existed!

"Wow! This is what it feels like to be outside the Three Realms and beyond the Six Paths! It's awesome!" Ian was clearly addicted to playing the Monkey King. Feeling the completely different sense of "emptiness" in the void, he shouted excitedly and even swung the Black Death Sword burning with white flames in his hand around a few times as if it were a golden cudgel.

However, having been separated from his ape-man identity for too long, he ultimately lacked the talent for wielding a stick. After hitting himself on the head several times until it was red and tingling, Ian looked up at the temporarily malfunctioning Ultron in the distance.

"What are you looking at! What are you looking at!" Ian's wings of light burst forth with dazzling light, his speed instantly soaring, leaving a long white-gold tail as he charged toward Ultron!

He used the Black Death Sword in his hand with absolutely no swordsmanship skills.

They just started smashing things indiscriminately!
"Damn it!"

Now it's Ultron's turn to be turned into a neutrino, and then "resurrected" with the help of a reality modifier. He's also a cheater, so it's not easy to truly destroy him.

"What the hell are you?!" Ultron snapped out of his shock and immediately attempted a spatial jump to dodge. But Ian's speed, enhanced by his Wings of Light, was ridiculously fast.

His attacks were completely unconventional.

There is no order at all.

Even he himself didn't know what to do.

It was as if their hands possessed additional thoughts. This truly made it difficult even for Ultron to calculate.

"Damn it! He's a lunatic!"

Ultron knew very well what was most chaotic. In fact, he wasn't afraid of ordinary psychopaths. He could also forcibly calculate psychopaths at the single-universe level and the multiverse level.

However, Ian in front of him had clearly briefly become an all-rounder, which had already seriously affected Ultron's information gathering and processing. Ian's "swordsmanship" further increased the difficulty of analysis.

For a moment, Ultron had no other choice but to use one of Marvel's Nine Secrets – the Escape Technique, which is what normal people would call a frantic escape.

"The power that OAA gave you? I don't believe your body can withstand it!" Ultron was also a respectable person. Even while being chased and running for his life, he didn't forget to show off and make tough remarks. In this void, without up, down, left, right, or any material obstacles, the two beings engaged in an extremely bizarre chase.

Ultron constantly used the power of the Heart of the Universe for rule-based defense and evasion, occasionally attempting to distort Ian's attack paths with the Reality Controller, but with little success—Ian's energy attributes were too "unorthodox," significantly reducing the effectiveness of many rules against him. Ian, on the other hand, relied entirely on the extreme speed of the "Wings of Light" and the relentless pursuit with the White Death Sword.

Is your body unable to take it?
Isn't that a wonderful story?

Berserker Experience +449

Berserker Experience +337

Berserker Experience +431

……

Ian is getting stronger with each battle.

Severe cracks in his body were considered minor issues for him, not even requiring medical insurance. If this scene were witnessed by outsiders, it would be enough to shock even the gods.

In fact.

The four cosmic deities watching this situation are actually in this state right now.

In that supreme realm beyond time and space, beyond dimensions, where only the rules of the universe themselves can manifest, several abstract entities from the Marvel Universe—Death, Eternity, Oblivion, and Infinity—are quietly "watching" the outrageous battle taking place in absolute nothingness.

Even these supreme deities, who were accustomed to the birth and death of the universe and the rise and fall of dimensions, now clearly showed the manifestation of the emotion called "shock" on their usually calm "faces".

"That's not the power of the big boss."

The infinite, graceful body composed of countless galaxies rippled slightly.

Her voice carried an unprecedented sense of confusion.

Annihilation, the existence that represents ultimate nothingness, seemed to freeze for a moment even as the all-consuming darkness around it said: "No matter what, he was the big boss who hid things away back then."

"I think... perhaps this is his potential?"

When he uttered those words, even Annihilation seemed somewhat skeptical. Eternity, the aggregate of all timelines, fell silent in response.

After a long time.

“This battle is beyond our control. If we lead them there, we will know exactly where he hid the OAA.”

Ultimately, Eternity made the decision and issued the order.

His arm, formed by timelines, was slightly raised, and the invisible power of rules began to stir the "flow" in absolute nothingness, as if creating an invisible gravitational current.

Death observes the eternal act.

No objection.

It also joined the plan along with other entities.

Although even cosmic deities are no match for omnipotence, subtle effects can still occur, since both omnipotent beings on the battlefield are disabled individuals who rely on external forces.

“Ian Kent…” Death’s gaze never left Ian, and her essence seemed somewhat uneasy, and this unease was becoming increasingly clear.

Nobody knows why.

……

Just as Ian and Ultron were engaged in a bizarre chase in the void at the edge of the Marvel Universe.

In the distant DC Universe, on Earth, in Los Angeles.

In front of the ruins, still billowing smoke from a recent fire, police lights flashed. A police car, speeding from a distance and estimated to be 100% over the speed limit, came to a stop.

Then, Officer Chloe Decker got out of the driver's seat, her brow furrowed as she looked at the horrific scene before her. The passenger door opened, and Lucifer Morningstar stepped out, impeccably dressed in an expensive bespoke suit, his usual charmingly cynical smile on his face.

“So…” Chloe pointed to the sky, where a faint, unusual halo of light still lingered despite the daylight, her tone filled with deep doubt, “You want to convince me that the blinding light in the sky just now was really just some distant planet that Earthlings blew up?”

Although she is a police officer, she is also a high-achieving student who attended a respectable university. Even if you asked her to lose her mind, she would never believe such an absurd claim.

Lucifer shrugged, his expression utterly "sincere": "Of course, you know me so well, you should already know that I'm the type of person who never lies."

"Believe me, the guys on that planet were in big trouble. Boom! They were all blown to bits." He even made an explosion gesture to match.

Chloe rolled her eyes, clearly not believing a word he said, but too lazy to argue with him any further, she turned and walked toward the cordoned-off fire scene.

"I also have video footage, do you want to see it?"

Lucifer shrugged and followed leisurely behind her.

Upon entering the building, which was reduced to a charred frame, a pungent smell of burning flesh and some kind of charred meat assaulted the senses. On the ground, corpses covered with white sheets lay in a row.

There were dozens of them.

Lucifer casually pointed at the corpses.

“Yes, those aliens probably ended up like that.” Lucifer used the corpses at the crime scene as a metaphor, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on last night’s opera.

Chloe glared at him fiercely: "Lucifer! Can't you show some respect for the dead?"

Lucifer smiled dismissively and looked around.

“I’m afraid they can’t feel respected anymore. Can anyone smell the barbecue? It smells so good.” He began to wander around the burned ruins, touching this and looking at that, even picking up a deformed plastic cup and curiously smelling the suspicious liquid left inside.

Chloe ignored him and got to work. She crouched down and asked a female medical examiner who was examining a body, "Can you determine the cause of death?"

The female forensic doctor looked up, adjusted her glasses, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Darling, has spending too much time with Lucifer caused problems with the part of your brain that's affecting your eyesight?"

"These people were obviously burned to death."

She pointed to the charred state of the body.

Chloe was a little embarrassed: "Of course I can tell they were burned to death... I was asking if there were any signs of arson? Like accelerants or something?"

The female forensic pathologist shrugged: "You'll have to ask the guys who did the on-site investigation. I'm just a forensic pathologist, and all I can tell you is that these poor people didn't have any obvious signs of struggle or other signs of murder before they were burned to death. It's more like... they were burned while they were asleep."

Hear the words.

Chloe frowned.

"A group of people sleeping in a place like this?"

She couldn't quite imagine what this group of people were doing here.

Just then, a "pfft" came from the side, as if Lucifer had spat something out but then swallowed it back down. He was holding the charred plastic cup, wiping his mouth with a strange expression. "Oh, damn it, I thought it was some good wine they opened at their party tonight!"

"It tastes awful. I bet there's more than one dose of AIDS in this... Ugh, ugh, ugh." Lucifer's words seemed to inadvertently give Chloe a hint.

"Have a party, then drink something you shouldn't have, and lose your ability to escape?" Chloe was often inspired by Lucifer's casual remarks.

This is also the main reason why she keeps Lucifer by her side as an advisor.

“If you ask me, these people might have committed suicide. You may not know... Recently, many people have been spreading the word that the apocalypse has arrived, and the number of people who like to team up to ‘ascend to heaven’ is definitely beyond your imagination.” Lucifer threw down his cup, walked to Chloe’s side, and made his judgment based on the charred corpses scattered on the ground.

as always.

Absurd and bizarre.

A mocking smile appeared on his face. "Tsk tsk, thinking they can go to heaven after they die? Dream on. They're probably all lining up at the gates of my territory right now to get their numbers."

Chloe was utterly exasperated by his rhetoric. She sighed, "Lucifer, when will you finally stop playing this childish game of 'you are the King of Hell' with me?"

Lucifer turned to face her, his nonchalant expression softening slightly. His deep eyes gazed at her, his voice low and magnetic.

“When you truly believe in me, Chloe.”

He really is a hopeless romantic, truly. Perhaps the original sin of so many hopeless romantics on Earth can really be blamed on this Lord of Hell.

"Want to see who blinks first? I've never lost this game."

Lucifer gave a wicked smile.

"..."

Chloe, as is customary, could only remain silent.

The two stared at each other, a complex tension filling the air.

Chloe thought that this time it would be the same as usual, and she would eventually choose to look away helplessly, ending this meaningless stalemate.

however.

To her surprise,
Lucifer's expression suddenly changed!
The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely rare expression that mixed shock, confusion, and even a hint of... excitement.

"No, is this correct?!?"

Lucifer suddenly raised his head, as if he could see through the scorched roof to the endless sky, or as if he could sense something happening in some unknowable place beyond the universe.

"Damn it! You stole my account too!!"

Lucifer was completely bewildered. Chloe, seeing Lucifer's absent-minded state, helplessly stood on tiptoe and waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Hey! Lucifer? Snap out of it! What's wrong with you again? Did you take too many drugs last night to hang out with those models? Or is your mental illness acting up again?"

Her tone carried a habitual teasing tone mixed with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Lucifer first mumbled no involuntarily, but then suddenly came to his senses and, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately raised his voice to emphasize.

“I’m not mentally ill! Chloe! I’ve said it so many times!” His emotions were so intense that it gave one the feeling that he was trying to cover something up.

In fact, everyone in the police station knew that he saw a psychologist thirty times a week, so his emphasis was weak and ineffective. Chloe simply raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

Clearly, they didn't believe a single word.

"Alright, alright, if not, then. So, could the 'King of Hell' who isn't having an episode help solve this case first? It involves dozens of lives."

Chloe dusted off her hands and turned her attention back to the case itself.

The tone was solemn.

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to suppress the chaotic sensations in his mind, and nodded, attempting to concentrate: "Of course, solving cases. I love solving cases the most..."

Although he said that and wanted to solve the case as soon as possible, his eyes were still somewhat unfocused, glancing at the ceiling from time to time.

Chloe, oblivious to his subtle movements, began to explain the preliminary investigation: "According to the neighbors' descriptions and preliminary household registration information, the owner of this house is Tom Weasley, a reclusive retired religious enthusiast. He is withdrawn and rarely interacts with others. We are currently unable to contact him."

“That’s why he’s very likely among these victims.” Chloe used her logical reasoning skills, pointing to the charred corpses covered with white sheets on the ground.

However, just as Chloe finished speaking...

"Ugh!" Lucifer suddenly let out a suppressed groan, clutching his knee, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked in surprise.

"Did you put a toy in your butt?"

She knew Lucifer well, so she knew this was something Lucifer was capable of doing.

"No...it's okay!"

Lucifer's face turned pale. He forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying. "Maybe...maybe I twisted my ankle just now."

"Um... Chloe, I urgently need to use the restroom! It's very urgent!"

Before Chloe could answer, or even give her any time to react, Lucifer shot off like an arrow toward the bathroom at the end of the corridor, which had been burned beyond recognition!

boom!
He ripped off the toilet door, which was warped and jammed from the high temperature, tossed it aside like trash, and slipped inside. Then, to everyone's astonishment, he actually reached out from the inside and laboriously dragged the warped door back, barely wedging it against the door frame, creating an extremely rudimentary "enclosed" space!
"Lucifer? What are you doing?!" Chloe pounded on the warped door from outside, looking bewildered and worried. "Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?"

"No! No need! I'm fine! Very fine! Don't come in!" Lucifer's voice came from behind the door, carrying a rare, almost panicked urgency, and even a barely perceptible tremor of pain.

The toilet cubicle was narrow, blackened, and emitted a pungent odor.

Lucifer leaned against the cold, ash-covered tile wall, slowly slid down to the floor, panting heavily, completely disregarding whether his expensive suit would be ruined.

"What on earth is Ian Kent up to?!"

Lucifer felt weak and slumped onto the toilet floor. Trembling, he pulled a finely crafted silver hand mirror, inlaid with jewels, from his inner suit pocket and held it up to his face. The mirror reflected his incomparably handsome face, a face capable of captivating any man or woman.

But the next second—

hum!
The face suddenly blurred and distorted! Beneath the skin, it seemed as if dark red hellfire was burning wildly, and the phantoms of hideous demonic scales and bone spurs flashed by! A pair of pupils, completely inhuman and burning with pure karmic fire, suddenly lit up in the mirror, then disappeared in an instant!

Although the power lost was not much, it still exceeded the capacity of this mass-produced body, so his body seemed about to crack at this moment.

He has revealed the hideous, devilish face beneath his skin.

(End of this chapter)