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

Chapter 57 The Last Superhero
Faced with Ian's explanation.

The girl named Gwen ignored her.

"Gwen Stacy?"

Ian tentatively asked.

"Ok?"

The other person seemed somewhat surprised, clearly Ian had guessed correctly. Sure enough, this was the girl that Spider-Man Peter Parker's entire line of generations had failed to sleep with.

"Do you recognize me? Have we met before?" The girl, Gwen, looked Ian up and down, her expression confused, as if trying to recall if she had ever seen Ian before.

"No, I've only heard about you... and the Spider-Man story. You just said that all the former superheroes went crazy, can you tell me what happened?"

Ian wanted to seize the opportunity to get some information out of him.

"I woke up and the world was like this." He told another little lie; after all, it was much easier to fabricate a story of being cursed and slumbering for a long time than to explain that he came from another world. Don't underestimate a writer—no, he already had a bestseller coming out soon, and Ian felt he deserved the title of writer.

"Spider-Man, huh?"

Gwen seemed uninterested in Ian's "story," which disappointed Ian. She looked somewhat sad, as if recalling some painful memories.

"There's no Spider-Man in this world anymore." The girl sighed heavily, her eyes filled with melancholy, and she looked down at her fair right hand, which was holding a gun.

She slightly bent her wrist.

His expression grew increasingly sorrowful as he stared at the slightly wrinkled pulse.

"Here, tissues. Let me carry this heavy thing for you. It'll be hard for me, and then you can wipe your sleepy eyes properly." Suddenly, a voice rang out beside Gwen, who was still lost in thought.

then.

It means someone is trying to take control of the firearms from me.

"what are you doing!?"

Gwen was startled. She hadn't noticed Ian's approach at all. After realizing what was happening, she quickly shoved Ian and then cautiously took five or six steps back.

In a subconscious reaction, Gwen pointed the gun at Ian, but seeing Ian's eager expression, she felt a headache coming on and reluctantly lowered the gun.

"No, what's wrong with you?" The girl probably didn't realize how dangerous Ian was, so after putting down her gun again, she looked at the boy in front of her with an incomprehensible gaze.

"Are you so strong?"

Ian rubbed his chest, somewhat taken aback.

Eyes twinkling.

"Don't you dare take my gun again!" Gwen didn't respond to Ian's confusion, but issued a stern, but perhaps not very intimidating, warning.

"Give me a chance...really, believe me. I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be the bad guy who gets shot." Ian was really drooling over the laser bullets with a full battery. To be honest, if he weren't carrying gold bars, which are a form of hard currency even in the apocalypse, he would have "rented" the other party's guns no matter what.

"..."

Gwen really wanted to shoot Ian.

but.

She has a pretty good ability to regulate her emotions.

"To be honest, you remind me of a comic book I read when I was a kid." Gwen sighed helplessly; her fading childhood memories left her feeling melancholic.

"What comics?"

Ian was curious.

Gwen remained silent.

She turned her head and caught a glimpse of several dark figures swaying in the snow.

next moment.

"You like playing with guns so much, huh? Here you go!" Her attitude suddenly changed completely, and she threw the gun in her hand at Ian, who was not far away.

Ian caught it steadily.

After the gun was in his hand, it made a soft mechanical turning sound in his palm.

Identity verification successful

The electronic sounds were exceptionally clear in the silent snow.

Ian was somewhat surprised.

Gwen's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her expression changed drastically in an instant.

"How can this be!?"

The sound was filled with disbelief and horror.

“Um… I was quite surprised too.” Ian could guess that this was some kind of access control identification, but like Gwen, he didn’t understand why he could also unlock access to firearms.

unless.

Gwen also secretly loves herself.

Did you secretly grant yourself authorization just now?

Ian thought this made perfect sense.

However, it is not entirely legal.

He was just a fourteen-year-old boy, while Gwen looked like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman. Ian thought to himself, as he was about to empty his magazine to hone his hand-holding skills.

"Crack squeak~"

The sudden commotion made him stop what he was doing. There, four fully armed soldiers and a woman in a white coat were riding bicycles past.

Betty Ross.

Bruce Banner's ex-girlfriend.

Ian felt he was probably right.

"what's the situation?"

The female scientist Betty stopped on one foot, her trousers under her white coat covered in snow and mud, indicating that she had slipped and fallen many times along the way. Ian knew all too well how slippery the streets were.

He couldn't even grasp it.

"This person is the teleporter who appeared near the corpses and then mysteriously disappeared before we took Hulk and Homelander away. The system actually recognized him as a legitimate user of the weapon."

talking.

Gwen stepped forward and snatched the gun from Ian's hand, which he hadn't even warmed up yet.

"No, you can't take a joke?"

Ian sensed something was wrong with the other man; he was even stronger than him. Seeing that Ian was no longer armed, the four soldiers lowered their weapons from his hand.

They are all laser guns.

Ian was extremely envious.

“He could be a remnant agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., or a survivor from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.” Betty pushed up her glasses in surprise, and Ian’s image was reflected in the lenses.

"Are you?"

Gwen looked at Ian.

"Uh, I don't know. I was just captured by an evil witch and taken back to be prepared..." Ian had just seized the opportunity to tell his story.

However, scientist Betty had no intention of giving him a chance to showcase his talent. "Let's go back first. We can check the database later to find out his situation." Betty gave Ian a deep look, and the four soldiers beside her immediately surrounded him.

"You still have a base?"

Ian did not resist.

His curiosity was immediately piqued. He had been wandering in this world for some time now, but he had never actually discovered any other living beings in this city before.

Ian was surprised to see so many people suddenly appear. Regardless of whether these people were remnants from the past universe, he was really curious about where they usually hid.

“Come with us, and you’ll find out.” Betty and Gwen exchanged a glance. She suddenly pulled out a device and scanned Ian, then her expression immediately relaxed.

“The remaining benevolent superhumans are important to us.” Betty’s tone relaxed considerably, and not only her, but Gwen and the four soldiers were also less wary of Ian.

It's probably because the mysterious instrument is emitting a green light.

"Of course I'm kind, I'm a model citizen." Ian wasn't surprised at all by the test results, without even considering the family environment and upbringing he received.

Marx in his past life.

I'll wear red underwear for the rest of my life.

Who can be more famous than him?
"Let's go."

Gwen didn't want to continue talking to Ian, so she walked back in the direction that scientist Betty had come from, with Ian following closely behind. The others also pushed their bicycles instead of riding them.

They've probably all been traumatized by the falls.

soon.

Ian followed Gwen and Betty to a secluded alley. Gwen deftly pried open the manhole cover, glanced back, and jumped in without hesitation.

"A leap of faith?"

Ian didn't want to fall on his backside, so he seized the opportunity and jumped down suddenly.

"..."

Gwen, who had just landed, saw the falling debris above.

He hugged Ian without saying a word.

"Thank you, Gwen, you are the real superhero."

Ian remained polite.

then.

The others also slid down smoothly using ropes. Gwen put Ian down and took the lead into the depths of the sewers. Only the sound of footsteps and dripping water could be heard in the damp tunnel.

soon.

They reached the end of the tunnel, where a large, metallic door gleamed coldly, its Avengers emblem faded.

"Wait a moment."

Betty suddenly stopped Gwen, who was about to step forward to verify.

"Let him go."

She looked at Ian.

Ian raised an eyebrow.

Some people, feeling curious, walked up to the gate.

Identity verification successful

It's the same situation again.

The door burst open.

Ian seemed to be deep in thought.

He thought about the "setting" that he would not be harmed in this world, and wondered if his current situation was related to this special feature.

"How could this happen!"

Gwen and Betty both looked somewhat surprised and uncertain.

"He was able to pass the verification?"

Gwen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Could our system have been hacked? Could he be a hacker who pre-entered his own identity information into our system?"

This was the most likely guess in her opinion. After all, she was unwilling to believe that Ian had been a high-ranking agent.

"That's impossible, no one can smear us."

Betty frowned.

She couldn't figure it out.

However, Gwen's judgment was still rejected.

"So confident?"

Ian didn't understand hacking techniques very well, but he believed that in any world, there should be no information system that couldn't be breached, and the strongest shield was always just there to highlight the strongest spear.

This is probably even more true in the Marvel Universe.

“You really don’t know anything…” Betty carefully observed Ian’s reaction, her brows furrowing even deeper. “Our system here is absolutely the most secure system in the world.”

talking.

She then led Ian through the gate.

"why?"

Ian asked questions as he walked.

Inside the main gate was an underground space the size of a football field, where dozens of people in white coats moved among various sophisticated instruments. A huge hemispherical computer stood in the center of the hall.

The data stream cascades across its surface like a waterfall.

“Because we have the world’s last superhero.” Betty’s words were full of confidence, but the heaviness in her tone was noticeably heavier.

She pointed to the computer in the middle of the hall.

"Ultron?"

Ian made no attempt to conceal his guess. Since his "background" information had already been completed on the way, he knew very well that there was no need to hide his "omniscience" in this world.

but.

next moment.

Ian then discovered that he might not be so "omniscient" after all.

"No, it's not Ultron."

A deep, magnetic male voice suddenly rang out.

"It is me—Iron Man, Tony Stark."

That voice.

It actually came from a computer.

A very handsome face was pieced together from countless characters.

[P.S.: Reading the chapters in the next two days is crucial. I'd be incredibly grateful if you could take the time to read them.]

(End of this chapter)