What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

"Baby, Daddy was wrong. Daddy shouldn't have..." The man's crying stopped abruptly, the scene reset, and he woke up with a start on the sofa, feeling unwell all over, so he began to search the room.

"Dad, Dad, please don't hurt yourself anymore!"

"Go away!"

The man picked up the syringe again.

Trembling, he pushed the unknown liquid into his body.

Reason was overwhelmed by drugs.

Wake up again.

The man saw his child's corpse again.

The scene of people crying and wailing was repeated time and time again.

then.

At the most heart-wrenching moment, the cycle of hell will reset.

It's like a brand new day, yet it's also the same old day. The man repeats this process over and over again, and with each cycle, he forgets what happened before.

Taking drugs.

A mistake.

sobbing.

Hell gave the man chance after chance, but he was never able to make a second choice, just like the streetwalker in another cell who was also named Hannibal Lecter.

A heavily made-up woman was counting banknotes. Every time she counted to the seventh bill, she would see the smiley face drawn on it, and suddenly, as if remembering something, her expression would change drastically, and she would cry out and rush towards the front door.

however.

When a voice appears behind her, asking her to provide services, her fingertips hesitate for a moment when they touch the doorknob, and then the whole world resets back to when she was sitting on the edge of the bed counting money.

"This customer I met was actually my first love?" Ian didn't know what the streetwalker's guilt stemmed from. He had searched for several Hannibal Lecters in a row but hadn't found the person he was looking for. All he had seen were all sorts of different people repeating the same cycle, and each of the victims never changed their depravity.

This was to be expected, since, according to Ian's understanding, for countless years, no one in Hell had ever successfully escaped the "cage" that confined them. Even though the gate to the cage was never locked, and they could leave at any time, no one had ever been able to take that step.

In this regard.

Ian also demonstrated his helpful spirit.

"Brother, are there still properties left on Earth? Can you afford indulgences?"

"You can afford it? That's great! You're such a good brother. Once I find a therapist, I'll come and save you!"

"Can't afford it? Then please move. I still have a great use for this house. I'm going to build a new era of private prison in hell. I need to collect 99,990 cells that nature has given me."

……

He inspected each cell, stopping occasionally to chat with the "residents." The expelled souls stood blankly in the corridor, seemingly having lost their purpose in life after escaping the cycle.

"Where...where should I go?"

Someone asked Ian.

“You’re an American and you don’t know how to wander? Of course you should go out and wander around, be a happy vagabond in hell!” Ian was also enthusiastically pointing out a clear path for the soul he had dragged out.

"No! You can't do this!" The souls, driven out of the room, were filled with complex emotions. They had not yet awakened from the cycle, but that did not prevent them from realizing their predicament.

Who would have thought that even in hell, one could be homeless!

"Of course I can do that. See this coin? Seeing it is like seeing Lucifer. I am the Vice President of Hell, and I can do whatever I want."

Ian felt he had encountered some hellish people. He had already rescued these people from the cycle of death, yet they still didn't know how to be grateful. They deserved to go to hell after they died.

"But we're still in hell!"

"Yes! We want to go to heaven!"

"Unless you send us to heaven, you're not taking our house!"

……

Many human souls surrounded Ian in protest.

"Fine, if you can't afford an atonement and can't even reflect on your sins, you might as well go cool off in heaven." Ian kicked the hellish ghosts hard in the butt, sending them flying into the sky like stars.

Every soul is a foot.

Both rain and dew are touched.

This could also be seen as a form of selfless love, fulfilling the wishes of these souls lost in hell. After doing this good deed, Ian continued emptying the cells in hell.

He was also frantically carving teleportation arrays in the prison cell, trying to enable him to remotely send prisoners to the human world. In this way, his father would certainly not have to worry about him violating the principle of not killing.

"What are you doing?" The demon Baal watched as Ian installed a sewing machine and assembly line in the cell, and its originally large bull eyes began to evolve into beady eyes.

"It's obvious you've never visited a private prison. This is how private prisons are here. I provide cells for the criminals, and of course, they have to repay me with labor—you know, America has an 80-year-old president, but there are absolutely no free cells! Even my dear fan Jack gets a 20% discount when he goes in!"

Ian's voice was powerful and resonant, each word striking the very core of the demon's mind.

"..."

The demon bull-headed man thought that Ian had come to the right place in Hell. If the Triple Demon had half the brains of this evil god, he would have long ago dominated Hell and become an even more powerful King of Hell.

"Oh, Wayne Corporation will definitely be acquired by me. I will have a batch of Palu-level criminals who will be reformed today and then reformed again tomorrow, never remembering how many days they have been reforming!"

While Ian was busy setting up the 233rd "Ian Garment Factory".

The entire city of repentance suddenly trembled violently.

Sulfur crystals crackled and fell from the sky, accompanied by the distant hiss of some ancient creature—then, a sudden change occurred, and Valak, one of the seventy-two demon gods, descended on flames. At that moment, the sky of hell was torn apart, and sulfurous fire poured down like a torrential rain. Valak's true form rose from the abyss.

"Do you remember me? Human."

His demonic body blotted out the sky and the sun. His appearance was both ferocious and short, like a little girl. Each of his dragon-like wings was burning with an inextinguishable fire of sin.

Millions of wailing souls struggled within these wings.

"Who are you? I apologize, as a distinguished guest, I am often forgetful." Ian indeed failed to recognize the demon god Valak, and he was unaware of why the other party looked so resentful.

He is generally kind to others and rarely makes enemies. Even if he does make enemies, he will make sure on the spot that the enemy can no longer continue to make enemies with him.

"Don't you remember me? Ha, you once devoured a wisp of my avatar. I told you you would regret it. I never expected you would actually deliver yourself to my doorstep!"

Valak's voice was venomous, and only He knew how much ridicule He had suffered in Hell because His clone had been eaten. At this moment, His eyes were filled with rage as He looked at Ian.

"It's you!"

Ian looked up at the ancient demon god, blinked, and his super brain quickly searched his memory, successfully locking onto the corresponding target. He immediately changed his expression and slapped his thigh.

"Delicious Snack Voucher!"

Ian's face showed greed. He was not frightened at all. Instead, he swallowed his saliva frantically and said with annoyance that he was really forgetful.

"??????"

Valak was taken aback by Ian's reaction, then flew into a rage. The rules of hell were twisted under His will, and terrifying power poured down like a torrent.

A strong wind blew by.

It's not just a gale.

It also carries the will to dismantle Ian's flesh and blood.

Berserker Experience +13

Berserker Experience +16

Berserker Experience +19

……

I saw.

Ian's flesh began to peel away like fine sand, as if his whole body was about to be blown into dust by the wind, and his white jade-like bones began to be exposed, just like Wolverine being ravaged by the power of the phoenix.

of course.

Their circumstances are similar.

However, Ian still talks a lot more than Wolverine.

"Luckily, I hid all my divine power, otherwise you would definitely have been hit by my Ultra Bomb. The Ultra Bomb is a special attack against you. You would be very sad if you lost my mouth." Ian, who only had half a head and flesh left, was not only still moving his mouth, but was even drooling uncontrollably.

Berserker Experience +11

Ian's flesh and blood will not be completely destroyed.

It will keep regenerating.

The higher the damage dealt by the opponent, the stronger Ian's self-healing ability becomes.

[Wrath of the Undead: When you take any form of damage, you recover 1% of your maximum health per second, healing all injuries, including fatal ones.]

The more severe the injury, the faster the recovery. When your health drops below 10%, you will receive a brief resurrection, a blissful rebirth that will last until all your energy is depleted.

Death? That has always been a luxury for you.

Because he has plenty of energy, Ian doesn't have to worry about running out of energy. He can't even trigger the special effect that makes him reborn from the ashes when his health drops below 10%.

After all, Ian's bone club was harder than anything else, and what was filled inside was no longer just bone marrow, but bone marrow that had been permeated by Odin's divine power.

The 72 Demon Lords of Solomon are very powerful, but Odin's power is certainly not weak either. If Ian is worried about damaging the "exchange voucher," he will definitely choose to use his [Ultraman Ian] exclusive bomb skill.

"??????"

Valak noticed that Ian's gaze was filled with a pure, unadulterated hunger. He had lived for countless millennia, but he had never seen a madman like Ian, who was indestructible yet still craved to eat him.

"Do you think you can treat me like you treat my clone?" Valak roared furiously, and Ian's flesh and blood were instantly disintegrated.

All that remained were the pure white bones.

He's still moving.

It's still getting closer.

and.

This is because Valack increased his output.

next moment.

The Rebirth from the Ashes effect was triggered, and Ian's flesh and blood regenerated like a tidal wave. His skin, muscles, and bones regenerated at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was restored to a complete human form.