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

Chapter 50 A Miracle Is When You Look Me in the Eye

A comparison.

High judgment.

Ian already knew what was going on.

He felt that compared to the nightmare world he entered every night, his own stupid system was the closest to him.

It asks for nothing in return.

No mission.

All they have is selfless dedication.

Silently helping Ian record every step of his growth—yes, in Ian's eyes, experience points were just a record of his own growth, but this did not prevent him from being moved by the system's selfless recording.

"Why are you not only pale, but also trembling?" The female boss tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes filled with incomprehension at Ian's change in expression.

"Low blood sugar, shivering from hunger, desperately needs a kind person to feed me." Ian's eyes were fixed on the black ball in the female boss's hand again. He really wanted to know what he would gain after eating it.

New profession?
Or is it the experience points from the explosion?
After swallowing a black pill, I realized that my fate was in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!
Ian was full of anticipation.

However, the female boss did not intend to grant his wish.

"I can't give this to you; it needs to be properly processed." The female boss lightly tapped the surface of the black sphere with her fingertip, and a dark red nebula immediately surged inside the sphere.

"Just a touch?"

Ian tried to reason with him.

"I promise I won't put it in my mouth."

His assurances did not gain the trust of the female tycoon.

“Your father is right…you really do have pica, don’t you?” The female boss covered her forehead with her other hand; she didn’t think Ian’s “sincere” expression was convincing at all.

“But it’s my trophy.” Ian tried to pull at it again; he was truly reluctant to part with the temptation of the [Compatible Data]—even though he didn’t know what it was, his super intuition told him it would definitely be of great benefit to him.

"Your spoils?" The female boss glanced at Ian, as if she were encountering a life that dared to be so audacious in front of her for the first time. "I've been watching you the whole time."

"This is clearly your father's spoils of war." She ruthlessly exposed the truth that although Ian had a role, it was small and he didn't play any decisive role.

"what?"

Ian wanted to reply that this is how ordinary NPCs are; no matter how emotionally charged they are, they won't be the ones who play a decisive role. If anyone is to blame, it's the group that sets the main theme for a world like the DC Universe.

"what do you want to say?"

The female boss noticed Ian's hesitation.

“But what’s mine is my dad’s too, right? I can at least get a third of it, and then I can ask Jonathan and Jordan for help. The remaining two-thirds will definitely still be mine.”

Ian ultimately chose to continue reasoning with them.

That makes perfect sense.

The female boss opened her mouth, but was speechless.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

After a while.

“This thing is neither a toy nor a source of power... Now that it has left the world, I cannot let it return, as that would be a poison to our world.”

The female boss sighed helplessly and said in an extremely tired voice, "Don't worry, your contributions will not be in vain. We will reward you handsomely."

"If you want power, we'll give it to you." It has to be said that, apart from not being able to read Ian's mind, the female boss's insight was still sharp, seeing through why Ian wanted to devour the fragments of the outside world.

and so.

This embodiment of the supreme rule of the universe also gave Ian a promise.

"Okay, okay, come on! Show me!" Ian was a content man, and he knew he could always find other fragments and then swallow them whole when the big boss wasn't looking.

just now.

All he wanted was the curse of eternal life.

"..."

When the female boss saw Ian spread his arms as if to receive something, she felt that she had been speechless more often than in the past thousand years.

He stared at Ian for a long time.

Seeing that Ian showed no intention of putting his hand down.

[Death Resistance: You will be completely immune to death for the rest of your life, and even if you were to become a neutrino, you would not truly die—perhaps He really doesn't want to see you every day.]

I saw.

After sighing, the female boss touched Ian's forehead with her hand, and the temporary curse on Ian's status bar was completely transformed into a permanent status.

"So I won't die? Does that mean I'll live forever?" Ian became greedy again. His contentment was Schrödinger's contentment; he was only content when he had no choice but to be.

“Believe me, that won’t be a reward. Some rules exist not just to restrict.” The female boss shook her head, not taking Ian’s advice. “Alright.”

Ian blinked.

And so I chose contentment.

He finally got what he wanted, and the DC Universe finally has its own Deadpool! Ian believes he's definitely more popular than Deadpool from the Marvel Universe!

"This is just a small token of my appreciation for you. As for our reward, you will feel it in your future life." The female boss said, as if she was about to turn and leave.

Ian didn't want to give up the opportunity to gather information.

"Wait, um... could you talk about the merging worlds? I don't mean anything by it, I'm just curious, you know, I was a very studious person in school."

Ian's attempt to cover up his true intentions was not very strong.

At least the female boss didn't suspect anything.

"Other universes are incorporating into our universe, but this incorporation is difficult to detect because it is not a savage invasion, and things in the universe will not be aware of it."

"Everything will work in a reasonable way, so much so that we can hardly notice it. It's like different colors of ink mixing with water. The closer the colors of the inks are, the harder it is to tell them apart after they've been mixed."

The female boss's voice carried a heavy tone.

At this moment, Ian seemed to realize why his world recognition, or so-called rank and weight, had not increased after he became a [Death Knight's Favorite].

The Death Knight, like him, was an outsider who integrated into the community!
"So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Ian cautiously probed, feeling that even with a "legal status," he still needed to prepare for the future.

just in case.

The bigwigs in the DC Universe are determined to eliminate all external factors.

"Some are good, some are bad. Because the number of cases that can be discovered is so small, even we still have no way of judging which is good and which is bad."

"Of course, there will definitely be an impact. It's like salt dissolving in water; you can't see the salt grains, but the water becomes saltier. All we can guarantee is that the world's operation won't be greatly affected by this."

"After all, with such a fusion, all the universes seek is survival." The female leader's attitude sounded like she was quite tolerant of the situation of universe fusion.

She, or they, are only specifically targeting the invasions of those shattered universes. It must be said, this might be considered very good news for Ian.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" This big shot was noticeably different from when they first met; now she was clearly very patient in explaining things to Ian.

The reason why the female tycoon did this.

There are reasons for this.

“If you notice anything similar, please let me know. I’m always here to listen to your prayers—I think you already know who I am.”

The female tycoon's gaze towards Ian was full of profound meaning.

"..."

Ian was clearly a little guilty.

"If you can't find it, how could I possibly find it? I'm just the son of a superman, and an adopted one at that." He tried to cover up his guilty conscience with self-deprecation.

In this regard.

The female boss saw it all.

"Yes, adopted son, that may be the reason you are special... Kryptonians are far from being so special." The female boss's voice was as soft as a feather.

She raised the black ball in her hand again.

It's like they're observing.

"Due to the rules, we cannot directly touch such a thing. Your father's first action led us to discover it, but how to force it to reveal itself again has become a problem."

"That's why I need someone to help me... and the reason I came to you is because I had no other choice." The female boss's words left Ian feeling confused.

"What do you mean? Help me with this reading comprehension exercise." Ian blinked, hoping the other person wouldn't be a riddle teller; riddle tellers don't usually have a good ending outside of Gotham.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? I'm waiting for you to figure it out yourself and then tell me why." The female boss smiled slightly, as if she wasn't so eager for an answer.

Her figure began to fade.

The black ball in his hand also disappeared along with it.

"The fact that you can shield me from my omniscience is a miracle in itself. And the fact that you can interact with me in this way is definitely not because of the old man's favor that you are carrying."

Miss Death gradually disappears.

"I am the embodiment of the rules. Not all life has the right to look me in the eye and remember me... Little one, think carefully, what kind of being would you be?"

Her last remaining voice was a profound statement.

immediately.

The black and white faded away.

The world has started functioning again.

(End of this chapter)