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

The Omega Ray shot out, but when it struck the center of the clash between Superman and Golden Superman, it was intercepted halfway by two heat vision beams—not annihilated, but collided.

Crimson light intertwined, erupting with a brilliance even more dazzling than a supernova. Space shattered like glass, and time flowed backward through the cracks. The entire planet Apokolips tilted slightly under this force, and the molten lava ocean surged with towering waves. Three cosmic-level energies intertwined and exploded, the shockwave lifting Apokolips' crust three thousand meters high.

Darkseid's power originates from the Omega Effect, a cosmic-level energy derived from the essence of the New Gods, primarily manifested in two signature abilities. One is the Omega Ray, a concentrated plasma ray emitted from the eyes, capable of directly erasing the target's existence or resurrecting it for his own use.

Secondly, there is the Omega Sanction, which traps the opponent in an endless cycle of parallel worlds, from which even death cannot provide an escape. The victim will continuously accumulate Omega energy within the cycle.

It could ultimately destroy the entire world.

In fact, Darkseid is likely a six-dimensional being, a level above even the five-dimensional being Golden Superman, but he is currently still in a super-young state.

Of course, Darkseid in his juvenile form was also very strong, but now both Supermen are burning with the sun in their hearts, and under the impact of the Omega Ray, they only took half a step back.

"Since you all want to be gods... then I will let you taste the true 'divine punishment'."

Darkseid joins the battle.

They should have fought to a standstill.

however.

He only made one move.

The next second, Clark Kent and his parallel universe counterpart, Golden Superman, exchanged a glance without saying a word, and the two golden beams simultaneously changed direction and rushed towards him.

1+1 does not always equal 2.

"boom!!"

The Omega Shield shattered like glass, trapping Darkseid between the two. He took a Kryptonian punch from Clark on his left and a future elbow strike from Golden Superman on his right. The Dark Lord was sent flying like a cannonball, piercing through eighteen antimatter reactors before crashing into his most prized Omega Armory.

The great Dark Lord was in such a sorry state, but thankfully his sons didn't see it, otherwise the little authority he had left in their eyes would surely have vanished.

Of course, the fact that no one inside the family witnessed this scene does not mean that no outsiders witnessed it. Ian, who was watching the battle from a distance using the Marvel Black Box, had already silently started screen recording.

Ian's Films, part of Ian's Greatest Tech Company, currently only has Ian himself dedicated to creating content. If they want to reach the stars, they'll have to rely on some truly daring projects and things that others wouldn't dare to film.

"That's really bad. If Darkseid wants to show off again, they can keep bringing up the fact that he was beaten by two Supermen working together to suppress his arrogance!"

"In all the universes, even Ian McKellen has never been beaten like this by Superman."

Ian casually tossed the unconscious Injustice Superman, who was covered in burns, aside. He was the merciful Lord Ian, so he disregarded past grievances and applied more than ten boxes of burn ointment to Injustice Superman.

Ian was so gentle that even when the unconscious Injustice was knocked in the eye by the butt of the Gungnir, Ian kindly helped him cry while he was unconscious.

The black box also broadcasts the story of Apokolips.

Ian stared intently.

His fingertips glided lightly across the smooth surface of the black box, adjusting the observation frequency, completely unaware that the unconscious Injustice Superman behind him was slowly waking up.

Injustice Superman's fingers twitched first, then his eyelids. His eyelashes trembled, as if struggling to wake from a nightmare. When those once azure eyes, now cloudy, finally opened, they were met with a shattered starry sky—a universe torn apart by energy, now somewhat empty.

"I am..." His voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

Memories flooded in like a tide, yet slipped away as quickly as sand in his hand. He remembered the golden light, and the forced manipulation he had been subjected to upon returning to headquarters after his last departure from this universe.

He also remembered the planets that had turned to ashes at his hands—Injustice Superman struggled to his feet, every muscle screaming in protest. He looked down at his arms, his skin charred and festering from the energy of Golden Superman, the black runes that had once coiled around his skin like venomous snakes had vanished without a trace.

This is why Injustice Superman regained consciousness.

"I've gained my freedom?"

The word rolled on the tongue of the Injustice Superman, both strange and familiar.

He looked up and around.

An unprecedented sense of guilt struck him like a hammer blow to the chest.

Then he saw Ian—that elusive, unseen being—who was now facing away from him, intently fiddling with the mysterious black box.

Injustice Superman staggered to his feet, his ten fingers, broken by Ian, looking utterly twisted. He dragged himself toward Ian, wanting to know what he had just done.

"Ian Kent?"

Injustice Superman spoke with difficulty, his voice seeming to come from a great distance. When his hand finally touched Ian's shoulder, he found that the other man seemed to react and immediately turned around.

"The Overlord's Counterattack!"

The tip of the Spear of Eternity gleamed with a deadly cold light, piercing Injustice Superman's abdomen at a speed imperceptible to the human eye. The Kryptonian's steel body was like paper before this divine weapon. Injustice Superman's eyes widened as he looked down at the spearhead emerging from his back, blood dripping down the golden veins onto the surface of the planetary fragment.

“I’ve broken free of control.” With each word he spoke, crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. “I just wanted to warn you… why you’re acting like a villain, killing like this…”

The word "decisive" hadn't been uttered yet.

The already seriously injured Injustice Superman fell backward.

Ian's expression froze.

He then noticed that because Injustice's skin was completely burned, the runes on his body were gone, and the madness in his eyes when he was being controlled was gone.

I remember Batman, who had gone to hell and was waiting for Ian to arrange his work, once said that this parallel universe Superman, who had previously descended upon this universe, was in a state of being mentally controlled.

It seems now.

It seems the other party is showing signs of reforming?

"Damn it! It wasn't a UFO trying to kidnap me for breeding!" Ian cursed as he pulled back the Gungnir, and Injustice Superman immediately knelt down and collapsed forward.

Ian caught him before he completely collapsed, feeling that this once invincible body was now terrifyingly light, as if the power he had absorbed had been transferred to someone else.

"I thought you were trying to ambush me... Look at this mess, luckily my medical skills are pretty good." He quickly checked Injustice Superman's vital signs—weak but stable.

He breathed a sigh of relief and began trying to save the other person's life.

Ian carefully placed Injustice on a relatively flat surface and began rummaging through his dimensional pocket. He first pulled out the Black Death Sword as his surgical tool.

Then there's the seemingly ordinary fishing line.

Finally, there was a box of staplers with Edelman alloy staples.

Medical equipment is ready.

As Ian watched the footage in the black box, he began his second illegal medical practice. However, the battle playing in the video made it difficult for him to concentrate.

Darkseid seems to be about to unleash its full power—its backing is truly formidable. Due to Ian's distraction, he inadvertently widened the wound on the unconscious Injustice Superman.

"Forehead……"

Looking at Injustice's abdominal cavity, which was filled with numerous organs, and forgetting to give Injustice anesthesia, he struck Injustice again amidst Injustice's painful groans.

There is green kryptonite on the hammer.

Therefore, physical anesthesia is extremely effective.

It was originally intended as a protective measure for the brotherly bond between Jonathan and his second brother.

"I'm sorry, just bear with it." As an apology for his mistake, Ian stared at Injustice Superman's abdomen and began to hesitate about whether he should give Injustice Superman some compensation.

Perhaps, that could be a bond that truly allows the Unjust Superman to abandon evil and embrace good?

The legendary healer Ian was unsure whether this would go against societal norms. After all, he was almost fifteen, no longer a fourteen-year-old boy, so he too had moments of hesitation.

The main hesitation is whether twins are better or the bond between sextuplets is stronger.

Chapter 186 A Six-Dimensional God? Doraemon!

The deep space of the universe is boundless and deathly silent, with galaxies like an endless river paved with shattered diamonds, slowly rotating. Against this vast backdrop, a piece of floating planetary debris floats silently, like a tombstone left behind by an ancient war.

Its surface was covered with cracks, and lava flowed like blood between the fissures, reflecting an eerie red light. Injustice Superman lay on this broken land, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, each drop carrying a faint arc of electricity that evaporated into fine mist in the vacuum.

"Bear with it. If you can't hold it in, just pretend you can, and then you'll be able to," Ian said, offering his medical advice.

He didn't have his own white coat.

This was a loss to Earth's medical system, at least in his view, so he took out a white sheet that was originally intended for the enemy and those who had died tragically and draped it over himself.

He manually acted as a tailor twice, and he looked quite professional.

Ian's fingers lightly traced the edge of Injustice Superman's abdomen, the metallic touch sending a shiver down his spine. Kryptonian skin, though seemingly impossible to replicate, was no match for Lord Ian.

The blade of the Black Death Sword gleamed with a powerful black light in Ian's hand. He slit open Injustice Superman's festering abdominal cavity with the precision of an anatomist, and the edges of the wound, caused by the radiation of golden particles, shimmered with tiny golden light.

A thin, long incision silently split open, revealing the deep cavity within. His gaze was focused, like a surgeon examining precision instruments, or a gardener surveying the land about to be planted. As the sword tip pierced the last layer of peritoneum, Ian couldn't help but marvel at the ergonomic design of the Kryptonians.

The Kryptonians' body structure, even their fat layer, looks so standard.

“Look at this perfect cavity, big enough to be a cradle for twelve babies.” His fingertip poked into the gap below the Kryptonian’s diaphragm, the sticky sensation reminding him of the Play-Doh he played with as a child.

Injustice Superman's mutilated fingers twitched, the ten finger bones—broken and hastily reattached by Ian himself—scratching against the metal surface of the operating table with an unusually grating sound. Don't ask where Ian got an operating table in the vacuum of space; the legacy armor left by Uncle Batman is a metal operating table!

"You're doing..."

Injustice Superman squeezed out a few syllables from his broken vocal cords.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ian pressed his blood-stained fingers against Injustice Superman's cracked lips.

"Is the anesthesia wearing off again? I didn't expect him to be so resistant to anesthesia." Ian used his Kryptonite Hammer to give Injustice a solid dose of anesthesia.

Injustice Superman once again fell into a baby-like sleep. Then, Ian pulled a linen bag from his dimensional pocket with his other hand. The moment the bag was untied, a large number of treasures collected from his own factory, along with many pearly feathers, drifted out, shining with a divine luster in the vacuum of space filled with radioactive dust.

"Do you know why he was controlled by the Bat of Laughter? Because he lacked family ties." Ian didn't know who he was explaining to, but thankfully no one was watching or commenting on his worsening condition.

Like a real doctor, Ian examined Injustice Superman's abdominal cavity, probing with his fingertips to feel the space already clogged with many organs.

Ian resisted the urge to think that "Kryptonian kidneys can fetch a good price, and rich people will definitely believe they are highly nutritious," and continued to explore and search for things like "large intestine wrapped in small intestine."

Finally, he found a suitable spot for the implant.

"This is it!" Ian exclaimed with delight.

He began using the feathers of angels to help Injustice Superman build a nest inside his abdomen, firmly believing that the nest built from angel feathers would surely hatch the twelve best-benefiting twins.

Ian's movements were gentle yet firm, like weaving an invisible sacred garment. He intertwined the feathers, forming a spiraling, ascending nest structure, each feather precisely embedded and resonating with the others, creating a miniature, luminous cradle of life. This nest was not flesh and blood, but a spiritual vessel constructed of magic and sacred objects.

As the feathers fill the nest, it gradually takes shape.

Ian hummed a lullaby as he carefully placed the feather nest in the cavity between the Kryptonian's liver and spleen. As the last feather touched the peritoneum, the entire nest suddenly emitted a soft, holy light, illuminating the cosmic dust floating above the operating table. It hovered in the center of the abdominal cavity like a miniature nebula, radiating a soft, ever-changing halo of color.

Red like the rising sun, blue like the tranquility of the deep sea, gold like the radiance of faith, green like the tender shoots of new life... These twelve colors symbolize twelve possible virtues: courage, compassion, wisdom, perseverance, humility, honesty, tolerance, hope, temperance, justice, loyalty, and benevolence.

As Ian's miraculous healing skills were completed, the nest closed completely, like a cosmic egg in the womb. Given the Kryptonians' constitution, there would certainly be no shortage of nutrition for the developing offspring. Ian began stitching up the energy-supplying blood vessels, a task that posed no challenge for him either.

Although Kryptonians don't have many extra blood vessels in their bodies, Ian had studied history and knew that there weren't many canals in the world to begin with, but many canals were created by the hard work and perseverance of many people.