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

Chapter 45 Gul'dan! What's the Price?
Error data?

Incompatible?

Ian listened to the prompts in his ear with a blank and confused expression. This kind of system feedback really baffled him. And—his system really was just ripped off from some game!
"I'm trembling again at my NPC status." Ian was greatly disappointed that he hadn't unlocked a new class. He wondered if he could go back and try to see if the Kryptonian blood would work.

My father's blood is hard to come by.

Isn't it easy to get Jordan's blood? Jordan often gets nosebleeds, and as the saying goes, "one drop of gold is worth ten drops of blood." Ian thinks that if all else fails, stealing Jordan's nighttime treasure might be a good option.

Slowly stand up.

Ian glanced back at Kara.

Completely unaware of his actions, the carefree aunt was still on the phone, saying, "The wastewater treatment plant has discovered biochemical experimental products from Lex Group; at least two people should have mutated."

“I don’t need Hank’s assistance. I’m just requesting DEO support for a full set of quarantine measures.” Kara was clearly speaking to a national government organization.

If Ian remembers correctly.

Supergirl and the government's secret organization DEO do indeed have a deep connection. This is an important secret organization dedicated to monitoring, researching, and responding to various supernatural phenomena, extraterrestrial beings, and individuals with superpowers appearing on Earth. The name DEO is actually an abbreviation for the Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs.

As for Hank...

His full name should be Hank Henshaw. He belongs to the upper echelons of this mysterious organization. This name is actually a pseudonym. He and Kara are both aliens.

Martian Hunter.

His strength is also quite remarkable; one punch might be enough to kill three or five Ians.

"Anyway, no matter who I'm in front of, I'm just a little Karami, an ordinary NPC." Silently listening to Karami's phone call, his gaze returned to the mutated green-skinned worker.

"This design looks so familiar." Ian looked thoughtfully at the fangs sticking out of the green-skinned worker's mouth. He felt that this design really did look a little bit like the orcs in his memory.

Even the lines they just spoke were very similar.

“Drink my blood…join us…child!” The green-skinned worker’s eyes were fixed on Ian, and he began to entice him. “This world needs countless warriors to change it!”

“You and I…we will both gain glory! For…” Before the green-skinned worker could finish speaking, Kara, who had just hung up the phone not far away, came up and punched him in the face.

The green-skinned worker's voice suddenly stopped.

"Roar!!"

An angry roar rang out again.

However, it neither frightened Kara nor stirred any waves in Ian's heart.

“Don’t tell me you really want to drink his blood!” Kara gave Ian a warning look, a look that seemed uncertain to her. Clearly, she had overheard the green-skinned workers’ attempts to seduce Ian.

Super hearing.

It works sometimes and it doesn't.

“Drink his blood? How could I! Aunt, I have my principles too.” Ian looked up, his eyes blinking very seriously behind the two holes in the stockings covering his head.

"The way you looked at him, it almost looked like you wanted to take a bite out of him," Kara said suspiciously, looking at Ian. Ian quickly returned her the most genuine smile of a sunny boy.

"No, of course not. I was just thinking about how to scientifically prove he's not human." Ian's words came from the bottom of his heart, but to Kara, they sent chills down her spine.

"Damn it! Do you really just have psychological issues?" She grabbed Ian by the collar and dragged him up. "Someone will take care of this poor guy's problems."

“We need to check if anyone is still in the factory area and ask them what happened… I bet the sewage treatment plant is just a cover; this is definitely Luther’s biological experiment base.”

Kara's voice was full of unwavering certainty.

"You mean our world is about to have its own Umbrella Corporation?" Ian was very surprised. His intuition told him that it was definitely not as simple as just biological experiments.

"Could you speak in a way that I can understand?"

Kara sighed heavily.

She quickly carried Ian, who was wearing a stocking over his head, into the factory. The sewage treatment plant was now eerily silent; almost all the workers who had been busy there had fled the place.

Once inside the factory area, the surrounding lights flickered constantly, and there was an occasional buzzing sound of electricity, as if no maintenance personnel had ever performed any maintenance.

“This is a newly built factory! Unless someone has been extorting money or demanding bribes, how could the equipment be so outdated!” Ian struggled as he was put back on the ground.

He gave Kara detailed reminders.

“You’re right.” Kara nodded. Her exceptional hearing picked up the sound of flowing liquid and faint groans deep inside the factory, but the most obvious source of heat was coming from the direction of the canteen.

"there."

Kara shielded Ian behind her. Occasionally, there were water stains on the ground, making a crisp sound underfoot, which seemed particularly jarring in the quiet environment.

The two of them hadn't been gone for long.

I saw.

The sign for the "Employee Canteen" immediately came into view.

Kara suddenly sniffed.

"Can you smell it? The aroma of food... It should be dinnertime now." Because Ian had taken her dinner, she was now particularly sensitive to the smell of food.

“I can only smell sewage and disinfectant.” Ian frowned.

"No, it's just the smell of food. Don't doubt my super sense of smell." Kara's stomach rumbled at just the right moment; she had actually sensed something strange too.

"Strange, this place is so disgusting, yet the food in the cafeteria smells so tempting?" With that, Kara led Ian directly into the staff cafeteria. Kara's gaze swept over the spacious dining area. Four or five workers in orange overalls sat quietly at stainless steel tables, heads down, eating.

The air was filled with an enticing aroma: the wheat scent of toasting bread, the rich aroma of stew, and the fresh scent of some kind of herb—at least that's how Kara saw it.

"A place with such good food can't possibly be just a sewage treatment plant!" She even felt a little hungry, but she still forced herself to resist her craving and prepared to ask a few workers questions.

"You call this good food?"

Ian looked at Kara suspiciously.

He felt that his cousin's food preferences were somewhat unusual.

It's no longer unusual.

Rather, it should be called a Cthulhu-level food fetish. Ian's gaze swept over the plates of several employees, which were filled with green soup and green chunks of meat.

It's the kind of thing that makes you want to explode if you look at it too long; it's nauseating.

“Roasted ribs, cream soup, pan-fried salmon… if this isn’t lavish enough, what is?” Kara swallowed hard, looking at Ian with an extremely confused expression.

Does the Clark family serve even better food?
"?????"

Upon hearing this, Ian's pupils contracted several times. He stared intently in the direction Kara was pointing—there, a single worker was holding a bowl of thick soup with trembling hands, its surface bubbling with green foam.

Several black, meat-like lumps floated on the surface of the soup. At that moment, Ian realized that the scene he was seeing was completely different from what Kara, with her superhuman vision, was seeing!
Psychological interference?

Kara's eyes were gradually becoming unfocused!

"Damn it! Even the Kryptonians have been infected?!"

Ian looked around.

They wanted to find a potential "god-level" powerhouse.

And at this time.

A metallic clang came from behind the food window. Ian saw a hunched, thin cook looking at the two uninvited guests with his cloudy eyes.

"Those who see it will share in the feast. Feel the deliciousness I have made flowing through your bodies; it will empower you and allow you to truly realize how extraordinary you are."

"Come on! Drink this soup that contains the fruits of my countless efforts!"

The chef's voice was hoarse and deep, with a seductive quality. He slowly raised the ladle, and a drop of green liquid dripped from the tip, drawing out a viscous thread in mid-air.

"?????"

Ian was completely dumbfounded.

He felt terrible and couldn't help but blurt it out.

Gul'dan reborn in the DC Universe!?

Ian's expression was utterly incredulous.

"Bang!"

And then Ian complained.

The chef's spoon fell to the ground with a thud. He looked even more incredulous than Ian, his hunched body trembling violently, his withered fingers gripping the edge of his apron tightly.

"Impossible! Impossible! You... how could you know that name? That's my dream... a world that belongs only to me... I travel through it every night!"

"Inspiration! I gained inspiration in the world of my dreams!"

“They’re in my head, only in my head… I know what to do! Oh, right, you’re my hallucination too, you’re here to remind me to speed up my rebellion against this world, right!” The raving chef was initially incredulous, but after picking up his spoon, he suddenly realized what was going on.

His expression also became unusually fervent.

only.

His eyes, however, became increasingly cloudy.

"I rely on!"

The more Ian listened, the more uneasy he felt.

At first, he was quite confused, simply thinking the other person was acting crazy. But as the chef uttered a description that was extremely familiar to him, Ian suddenly seemed to realize something and his eyes widened.

"Damn it! What kind of level are you to use a cheat code on me!" Ian almost jumped up in anger. Perhaps this was the first time he had ever been so furious since he transmigrated.

This is not.

His anger meter in the lower right corner instantly reached its maximum.

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To clarify, the dream sequence is actually one of the main plot crises in this book. The system has always been the protagonist's cheat ability, and it also has a source. The outline is capable of reaching 200 million words, so please read with confidence.

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