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

Chapter 35 The Confidence Bringed by the Curse! External Aid?

The pendant really brought a response!
I saw.

The icons on the status bar have changed.

The icon's name has also changed.

This was, of course, only the response from that powerful figure. The Death Knight had clearly taken action, changing Ian's status from "Death Knight's Familiar" to "Death Knight's Familiar."

It looks like there are only slight differences, but in reality... there doesn't seem to be much difference?

Ian looked at the icon with great anticipation, but his expression froze. The [Death Knight's Favorite] icon still did not show any status buffs.

It just appeared in Ian's status bar.

He was like a nobody.

Just like the previous [Death Knight's Familiar].

"Uh, what about my immortality?" Ian was a little unwilling and picked up the pendant again. "Godfather, if all else fails, I can get you a monthly immortality package."

He had already made his request with enough emotion and persuasion.

The pendant remained completely still.

Ian's attempts to negotiate yielded no response.

"At least give me a negative result to prove you were here!" He lowered his standards again, but the other end of the pendant still didn't respond.

Death Knights are too aloof.

of course.

Ian wasn't sure whether this big shot didn't want to give it or couldn't. If his memory served him right, the Death Knight should be in a state of being imprisoned by God.
A hodgepodge of the world.

Ian wasn't sure if this context still applied. Just as Ian was sighing and lamenting that his emotions were like a rollercoaster, and he felt like he'd been cruelly toyed with.

"What exactly are you..." The female death goddess Tessa's tone was tinged with fear, not only because Ian could harm them, but also because she suddenly felt a suffocating pressure.

Perhaps Ian's status bar only showed a different icon. However, for Tessa, the Grim Reaper, she clearly sensed that Ian was beginning to make her tremble.

I never felt this way before!
Now, the Grim Reaper Tessa realizes that she can't even look Ian in the eye! This terrifying situation makes Tessa feel as if she may be experiencing some kind of great horror.

Everything before that.

It was all just the other party playing a trick on them.

This also explains why the other party can see Death—this boy is probably not human at all! Thinking of this, the female Death Goddess Tessa's expression became increasingly suspicious.

"This! Don't you recognize it?" Ian frowned, pulling out the pendant and shaking it again, hoping to figure out what it was with the help of the two Grim Reapers. Unfortunately, the Grim Reaper Andrew, rolling on the ground, was still curled up like a shrimp, clutching his vital parts and struggling with the pain of his broken testicles.

As for Tessa, the female death goddess who had suddenly become frail and weak, she stared at Ian's pendant for a long time, her forced calm face showing only confusion and bewilderment.

“No wonder you’ve lived for who knows how many years and are still here as Grim Reapers! You’re obviously unambitious and don’t aspire to progress!” Ian sighed with a sense of感慨.

He then composed himself and continued speaking.

"Look at me, learn from me. At only fourteen years old, I am already deeply loved by my godfather. Oh, right, in case you don't understand, I might have to explain a little to you that my godfather is actually your old..." Ian originally wanted to pretend to be a god and start his first show of showing off, while also solidifying the identity he shamelessly obtained.

however.

The will of the universe may feel that this is not something an ordinary NPC should be putting on airs for.

Suddenly, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps in the distance.

"Right over there!"

The nurse's shrill voice echoed down the corridor.

“That boy talking to thin air! Poor child, he must be having a mental breakdown!” The nurse’s voice was filled with pity, but also a hint of anxiety. Ian turned his head.

He was immediately stunned.

Five doctors in white coats rushed towards him, pushing a gurney. The doctor at the front was holding a sedative. The lead Black nurse ran alongside, spreading her arms and calling out to him in a reassuring manner.

"Don't be afraid, child! We'll help you contact your parents!" Her voice was gentle, and if it weren't for the rope she was holding for binding, Ian might have thought she was a good nurse.

"What the hell!"

As Ian watched a group of doctors and nurses getting closer, he really missed the world-freezing ability of the fake Tessa. If he were caught by these doctors and nurses, what would become of him?
“I’m fucking mentally unstable… I’m clearly just a little bit mentally ill!” Ian didn’t think he could convince the group of doctors and nurses, so he chose to turn around and run away without hesitation.

See this situation.

Both Death, unseen by ordinary people, breathed a sigh of relief. Tessa helped her companion, who had slightly recovered, to her feet. Only then did she realize that she had missed the time to guide the soul.

In the ward.

The doctors and nurses had no time to pay attention to what was happening outside.

……

He ran.

They chased after them.

Thanks to his strength of 5.8 and physique of 4.7, which are more than five times the physical level of a normal person, Ian was ultimately prevented from reaching that fateful end.

how to say.

Perhaps only doctors and nurses could catch up with him if they had wings. Because Ian ran towards the window, not the stairs, and jumped straight down from the sixth floor.

Blessing.

No, it was a curse. Jumping off a building was nothing to Ian; he was fearless. However, ordinary doctors and nurses obviously couldn't possibly know this.

"That child committed suicide!"

"Oh no! This is the sixth floor!"

"Oh no! That handsome guy's face is definitely going to be smashed to pieces! I remember him! He's Stan Lee from Bruce High School! A campus reporter from Bruce High School!"

Upon seeing Ian decisively leap out of the window, the nurses and doctors cried out in alarm. One of the nurses, who had previously spoken with Ian, even recognized his false identity.

"Quick! Get down there! Maybe there's still a chance to save him! At least... maybe we can salvage a few organs?" Amidst the chaotic shouts, the doctors made the most optimistic prediction. So, the group immediately ran towards the elevator. For some reason, they moved even faster than when they had tried to help Ian earlier.

At that moment, Ian landed on the ground with a thud, his bottom touching the ground. He managed a slight, albeit safe, breath in pain, and the negative status effects below his field of vision began to increase steadily.

The rage meter has also reached halfway.

[Severe physical disability, experience points +5]

Ian's pelvis is broken.

He also broke his thigh bone and several ribs.

Fortunately, he was physically strong enough that he didn't fall and get completely mangled; otherwise, Ian would have had to find a way to lick his own blood clean. It wasn't that he was unwilling to lose even a little bit of nutrition.

Rather, he didn't want to give anyone trying to collect his DNA any chance. As an ordinary NPC in this world, Ian felt he should be this cautious.

Even though he discovered the sewage treatment plant as a lead, he didn't actually intend to put himself in any danger. As for seeking outside help, Ian had already decided who to contact last night.

There is a person.

He's very strong, very powerful. Compared to other superheroes, that person would genuinely and sincerely help him... or rather, help Superman who has less than seven days left to live.

(End of this chapter)