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

Chapter 24 Nightmare World! Homelander!

Death Knight's retinue?

Looking at the status name on the status bar, Ian immediately thought of the Death Knight from the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but he couldn't quite figure out what kind of character it was.

He still remembered the Angel of Death.

As for the Death Knight... after all, the time travel happened more than ten years ago, and even though Ian often reinforces his memories, it is difficult for him to remember those minor details clearly.

Not to mention, he doesn't even have a comprehensive understanding of the world he lives in now. He's a man who scored over 700 on the college entrance exam, and the books he's read the most are textbooks.

As for movies and comics? They're just for leisure time. If Ian had known he would travel to the DC universe, he would have dropped out of school to become a real "comic book scholar".

"In any case, the pendant Madison gave me is probably not simple." Ian could tell that the person who gave him the brand on the back of his hand must be a big shot.

He just didn't know how powerful or influential this big shot really was. Of course, Ian's opinion of his system rose even higher because it could accurately detect such mysterious identity information.

“Perhaps I really do have a chance to break free from the identity of an ordinary NPC.” Ian looked down at the brand on the back of his hand. The lines of the pattern were smooth, yet it was full of a certain mysterious charm.

The only downside is that it didn't bring any negative effects.

This disappointed and saddened him.

Regardless of who the big shot behind this special situation is, Ian felt that the other party didn't really understand his needs and was just someone who didn't care much about him.

"Shrimp Head Guy!"

Ian only dared to mutter these words to himself, which was already quite bold. He rubbed the brand a few times before taking out the homework assigned by his school teacher.

Yes, that's right. Even in America's public schools, there is homework, but the amount is very small, and most of the time it can be completed quickly.

If he's quick, it takes ten minutes or so; if he's slow, it takes half an hour. But for Ian, it takes two hours. It's not that he can't do it, but he can complete a full 20 homework assignments.

As a true academic superstar.

Ian has long provided personalized services to students, possessing a detailed understanding of the levels each student should possess. This business has never been discovered by any teacher.

"Only public schools have so many kids who don't like to study," Ian remarked with a touch of melancholy. In truth, given their parents' abilities, Ian and his two older brothers could have afforded to attend private schools. It's just that their father was a combination of divinity and humanity, a near-saintly Superman in the DC universe.

It is important to integrate into the lives of ordinary people.

This is Superman's philosophy and his parenting style. At the same time, Ian believes that choosing to send his children to public schools is probably also to prevent them from being influenced by the values ​​of high society.

Smoking and drinking?

These bad habits are nothing compared to what you'd find at America's private school. The bad students there are far worse than the so-called bullies in public schools.

"Done! We're done!"

Ian finished his small business.

He started working on "The Overbearing Superman Falls in Love with Me" again. He was experiencing writer's block, so he decided to introduce a new element: Superman gets hit by a spaceship and travels hundreds of light-years, losing his memory and forgetting the female lead.

In the following story, Superman even forgets that he is Superman, and is thus taken in by the scheming female villain, forcing the forty-year-old female protagonist to return to her old job as a cleaning lady in the villain's company.

"The female lead also has to discover the company's unspeakable secret: it attempts to use sanitary napkins to poison and manipulate women all over the world. Only the female lead, who has been menopausal for many years, remains unaffected!"

"Oh right, the female lead has nine children. We can send them off one by one like the Calabash Brothers. I'm such a Frankenstein's monster genius!" Ian was very satisfied with his plot design.

He once again picked up his pen and wrote a book, pouring his heart and soul into it. To be honest, Ian no longer cared whether the book was published or whether he made money; he felt that the most important thing was that he enjoyed writing the book.

of course.

Making money is, of course, a win-win situation.

Ian won twice.

"What a wonderful storm of inspiration!" Ian stopped writing when he felt bored, and after thinking for a moment, he decided to submit the manuscript to the publisher he had already found.

Wayne Group holds absolute control.

There must be some discerning editors among them.

Ian believed in Batman's business acumen. "I'll mail it tomorrow."

Ian, who was very much looking forward to it, tidied up his first volume of manuscript and carefully polished a few details. Then he went out of his room to wash up. When he came back, the clock on his desk had already pointed to a special moment.

【11: 59】

……

Ian quickly ran to his bed.

【12: 00】

……

Finally, at the last moment, Ian covered himself with the blanket. Ian lay flat on the bed with his hands folded over his abdomen, like a corpse being prepared for burial.

As each new day dawned, he entered that somewhat bizarre and fantastical world as expected, the biting wind brushing against his cheeks without causing any harm. Ian slowly opened his eyes; the familiar leaden-gray sky pressed down on his vision, and goose-feather snowflakes fell silently.

"My respawn point is really far away this time." Ian breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and after finding the bridge as a reference point, he knew exactly where he was.

"Homelanders! Homelanders!"

Re-enter this world.

Ian's mind was filled with thoughts of getting closer to the "family." He brushed the snow away, glanced at the road signs, and then sped off northwards.

His strength and physique, several times greater than that of an ordinary person, made him run like a nimble cheetah, practically a human-sized vehicle, swiftly traversing one quiet street after another.

The snow is still falling.

This city is just too big.

Even at Ian's speed, he was panting heavily and ran for several hours before finally finding the familiar place, which may have been related to his brief period of getting lost along the way.

Ian felt he couldn't entirely blame himself for being directionally challenged; the main reason was that after learning this place was related to the Marvel Universe, he was also searching for other possible superhero corpses along the way.

however.

Got nothing.

Fortunately, they finally found the street where the Hulk and Homelander's bodies were located. The Hulk was already buried under heavy snow, but the snow accumulation wasn't too great.

Standing on the street.

Ian hesitated for a moment.

He looked at his significantly increased [Strength] and [Constitution] attributes and ultimately decided to climb with his own hands instead of looking for tools around him.

Humans invented and learned to use tools because of diligence.

And he.

Slightly lazy.

"Here I come, Azu!" Ian took a few steps back, then suddenly sprinted forward, climbing up the Hulk's arm like a rocket.

It turns out.

Boys who like to rely on themselves are usually lucky.

Ian succeeded.

He won the bet. He didn't know if Tang Niu was the God of Cookery; he only knew he was definitely a God of Gamblers. Clutching the Hulk's thumb, Ian reached for Homelander's head.

Blood that has completely clotted.

Her hand touched his slightly immature one.

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