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

Chapter 70 The Shortcut That Never Ends
The crisp system notification in his mind made Ian pause slightly.

He hadn't expected the process of reviving the dormant profession to be so smooth. He had thought that he would need to make "The Boys" a huge hit before the Homelander profession, which had been dormant in the system, could be unlocked.

Who would have thought?

Just a few words of flattery from two scientists were enough for Ian to get what he wanted. It seems that even as an "independent NPC," Ian isn't quite destined for a life of constant change.

"A faint sense of melancholy crept in for no apparent reason."

Ian glanced at his system panel.

You have obtained the modified class - Savage Tyrant.

These are the job titles that have emerged after the dormant professions brought about by Homelander's resurgence. Ian didn't check them immediately, but instead stared thoughtfully at the two scientists in front of him who were still reading comics.

Don't underestimate these two ordinary people; they are the protagonists of their own stories. Perhaps in the process of reviving dormant professions, remembering these people is more meaningful than remembering ordinary NPCs.
Ian was still a little confused. He just thought of his deskmate, who must have also contributed to reading the comic, so he decided that he should save the two oranges in his pocket for the delinquent girl.

at this time.

"Although I don't really like your portrayal of Superman in a negative light, I'm glad to see that someone else, like me, noticed the inconsistencies in Superman's rescue of the plane."

"Oh, it seems I'm a very contradictory person too—anyway, your work is really good, and I'd be happy to offer my further thoughts on how Superman violates physics."

Sheldon's eyes gleamed with anticipation, eager to try. "So, if I can do it for free, when do you decide to hire us as your comic book assistants?"

He seemed genuinely eager to find the unscientific aspects of the "biofield".

"Free? That violates labor laws!"

Ian doesn't need comic book help.

All he needs are experienced scientists and engineers.

And at this time.

"Let me draft the contract, please, I really know capitalists. I guarantee that all eight thousand clauses of the contract will be in your favor to exploit us!" Sheldon rubbed his hands together, his face full of pleading, as if he had transformed into Ian's confidant.

That's just his personality.

My favorite thing in life is writing contracts.

It may not benefit oneself.

But he absolutely had to get the chance to write the contract—the thinking of geniuses is always so hard to understand. Sheldon's best friend Leonard was utterly speechless about this.

"Sheldon, they want to hire us as scientists, not comic book assistants..." He was still relatively clear-headed, and he quietly reminded his good friend while holding his forehead.

“Oh, really? Then I can write two contracts! Yay! That’s great!” Sheldon’s way of thinking was clearly different; he became as excited as a child.

“Changing jobs is something we have to think about carefully, after all, I have the opportunity to become a tenured university professor.” Leonard’s way of thinking is that of a normal person.

but.

His seemingly thoughtful words only earned him a sarcastic remark from his good friend.

"Tenure professor? That's just your own opinion of being qualified... Social skills, Leonard. You don't understand social skills, but you can't climb the corporate ladder in college without them."

"If you could do what I did and send our principal a copy of 'The Rich Women's Contact List' right after his divorce, you might have a tiny bit of a chance."

He began to seriously "instruct" Leonard.

"..."

Leonard gave a polite, albeit fake, smile.

"You made up all the phone numbers in your address book."

He gave a reminder.

Sheldon remained completely unfazed, instead displaying an expression of utter certainty. "Of course," he said, "the gift I gave the principal was a lesson in not believing in rich women's scams."

"As a token of my gratitude, I believe he will provide me with a private office next year," Sheldon said confidently, as if he had mastered the art of social interaction.

"..."

Leonard was utterly helpless.

Ian, on the other hand, felt he had learned a great deal. He believed he could keep up with Dr. Sheldon's line of thought, and roughly speaking, that meant he also had the potential to win a Nobel Prize.

“Of course you can think about it carefully; it is indeed a major life event.” Ian nodded in understanding; he knew what it meant to proceed step by step.

The fourteen-year-old boy didn't expect to fool anyone with just a few words. He knew he was just an "independent NPC" now, and he certainly couldn't get the feel of a wish-fulfillment story where people would bow down to him after just one meeting.

The path to survival for DC (Digital DC).

The task ahead remains arduous and the road is long.

"Give me your contact information first?" Ian's request was not refused. Leonard was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out a piece of paper and wrote down the contact information.

“Perhaps we can talk about your dad’s company’s project first? Of course, if we can get a formal invitation from Wayne Group, I think Sheldon and I can convince our parents…” Leonard was still hesitating.

However, when he looked up, he found that Ian had disappeared.

"What about people?"

Leonard was quite surprised.

"Wow, he runs really fast."

Sheldon, who had already started drafting the contract on his phone, only realized it was happening too late.

"He was so enthusiastic just now... What a strange person." Sheldon continued editing the contract, whether it was useful or not didn't matter, it was just his hobby.

"Considering he's an excellent cartoonist, I can understand—you see, I've become quite understanding again." He seemed to have discovered something to be happy about.

Leonard found it difficult to comment on this, so he simply changed the subject.

"Do you think we might actually receive an invitation from the Wayne Group?"

He was still thinking about the olive branch extended by a child; perhaps he wasn't so normal after all. Ultimately, the two didn't step into the gym, but turned and walked naturally towards home.

at the same time.

the other side.

Ian couldn't wait to find a quiet corner and bring up the system panel to check the newly unlocked modified professions.

[Savage Tyrant: In every battle, the Savage Tyrant is the most dazzling presence, capable of crushing any enemy in his path with his superior physique.]

It's another profession for pure brute force.

Ian had already suspected this, so he directly chose to confirm the job change—just as he had figured out the system rules before, he could indeed have more than one extraordinary job.

"There aren't even any prerequisite quests?"

Of course, Ian also made some misjudgments.

He underestimated the system's love for him.

【Job Change Quest: Gain enough public attention and support (0/100000)】This is the job change quest for the new profession. It seems neither too difficult nor too easy.

Ian has a newly created "Superhero" account, but gaining enough attention with that "account" is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

of course.

It's not that there aren't shortcuts.

"Super Brain! Activate!"

The more shortcuts a person takes, the better they will know how to find more shortcuts. So Ian only needed to think for a moment to come up with a solution based on his outstanding wisdom.

Should I slowly and diligently build up my popularity and support?
Ian didn't want to be like Xiangzi in Metropolis.

Therefore.

"Hello."

Wearing triple-layered stockings and holding fingerprint-free cash, Ian walked into a store specializing in cosplay costumes, a store that mostly caters to people with unusual fetishes.

However, today it welcomed a special guest.

"You... what are you going to do!" The shop owner, who was also the shop assistant, immediately went into a state of high alert when he saw Ian walk into his shop, and pulled out a large shotgun and pointed it at Ian.

This was clearly because they thought a robber had come.

however.

"Please give me a Batman suit."

Ian ignored the other party's "equality of all beings" artifact, deliberately lowered his voice to make it sound like a bubble, and politely handed over a stack of banknotes.

Yes.

This is the guidance of Ian's wisdom.

Everyone here is a billionaire. Although he is only a future billionaire, he can be Batman Bruce Wayne, so why can't Ian Kent be one?
It was already dark.

The Dark Knight is about to appear.

It's just about gaining attention and support.

The system didn't prevent Ian from stealing other people's accounts.

(End of this chapter)