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

Clark was somewhat speechless.

Well, he should have thought of that earlier. Batman has prepared countless contingency plans for dealing with his own teammates, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to have one or two thousand cages specifically for holding Shazam.

That's practically basic stuff.

Clark chuckled awkwardly at Batman's overly frank "foresight," but quickly suppressed his laughter and his expression turned serious again.

"However, there is something much, much darker within him than the divine power Shazam should possess." Superman's gaze pierced through the cage, as if he saw something much deeper.

As soon as he finished speaking, Black Adam in the cage seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head, a pure, inhuman crimson glint flashing in his eyes.

"You can defeat me, but you can't defeat my nightmares... Believe me, the nightmares will take you away." Black Adam whispered, as if it were a curse or an explanation of the truth he firmly believed in.

The force field of the entire cage flickered erratically for a moment.

It emits an overload beeping sound.

Batman's hands, which were operating the instruments, paused instantly, and his gaze beneath the mask sharpened abruptly.

"Yes, that's what I meant by encountering a situation that requires your return. To be precise, it requires you to bring back an expert in this area."

As Batman uttered those cold but informative words, his finger, clad in tattered armor, pointed precisely at a figure lurking in the corner of the ruins.

Clark showed no surprise or intention to object; he simply stepped aside silently, avoiding eye contact. He knew better than anyone that when it came to this completely illogical extraterrestrial world, his eccentric and unpredictable son was perhaps the true "authority."

"what?"

Ian was startled when he was called out on the spot, and he almost dropped the still slightly vibrating black box in his hand into his mouth. It's not surprising that he panicked so suddenly.

The main reason is that when Batman called out his name, he was just concentrating on rapidly tapping the black box with a mimicking finger that made it impossible to tell where he was tapping the screen.

This is obviously a message being sent to someone.

Ian and his die-hard Gotham fanboy, whose ID is "I'm Really Not a Rich Kid," are enthusiastically discussing how to use the "raw materials" on the ground to hold an "official, luxurious, limited-edition, and truly legally authorized" funeral for Batman—just like a comedian finding a descendant of a family of comedians to worship.

Ian has reached a preliminary agreement with his little fanboy on a 50/50 profit split.

"Um... well, I was listening, I've been listening the whole time." Under Batman's icy gaze, Ian quickly composed himself.

He calmly slipped the black box back into his dimensional pocket, then casually dusted off non-existent dust from his hands before strode toward the cage, its alarm constantly blaring, with a gait that mimicked his father's "god-like" swagger. His father's gait was quite remarkable.

It's better than having slow motion even without it.

“Okay, I understand. Leave it to me…” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more reliable. However, this reliability didn’t last long.

Ian walked to the cage, first tilting his head to look at the growling Black Adam inside as if examining something new and interesting, and then looking at the solemn-faced crowd.

Finally, his gaze fell on Batman's solemn expression.

“No matter what happens tomorrow, Uncle Bruce, you must remember that your Uncle Ian is here to save you again!” He patted his rather muscular chest.

The tone was exactly like that of someone advertising some kind of health product.

"What uncle?!"

These words were like a depth charge, instantly detonating among the remaining members of the Justice League.

Wonder Woman's eyes widened instantly. She looked at Ian, then at Batman, her face filled with disbelief, as if to say, "Did I also lose my hearing in that fight?" Aquaman, whose wounds had just been bandaged, nearly slipped off the concrete pillar, and Mera quickly steadied her perpetually unsteady husband.

Both of them wore the same blank expression.

Several battered heroes instinctively moved closer, exchanging shocked and confused glances, and began to whisper among themselves, their words carrying the power of a creator.

At that moment, they created a fifth human race on Earth, beyond the four existing ones. Batman, at that very moment, began to evolve at a speed surpassing even Darwin's.

His skin, especially his face, had turned a deep liver color. Clark silently raised his hand to cover his eyes, his shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly.

However, he is a professional superhero.

Even in extraordinary circumstances.

He can hold it in longer than other superheroes.

Clark, his face flushed red, and Bruce, his face purplish-red, formed a stark contrast at this moment, much like their subtle relationship in the DC universe.

"Yes, that's right. I've been telling the truth a lot lately."

Ian successfully established his relationship with Batman within the Justice League. He looked around at the group of superheroes who lacked a super brain or didn't use it often. None of them realized that Ian's seniority had unknowingly made him the highest-ranking member of the Justice League.

Suppressing the urge to burst into laughter, Ian turned his gaze to the buzzing, highly unstable cage. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped inside as if returning home.

The specially made, dark blue force field, powerful enough to imprison divine power, seemed to pose no obstacle to him; it didn't even cause a ripple or wave when he passed through it.

Black Adam, trapped in the cage, was on the verge of exploding with frustration and rage.

Seeing a seemingly frail boy walk in recklessly, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he pounced like a cheetah! The giant hand, containing the power of thunder, instantly reached for Ian's throat!

Got it!

Black Adam was overjoyed, intending to use this as a hostage to threaten the troublesome heroes outside—however, the expected cries of alarm, attempts to stop him, and hesitations did not occur.

The Justice League members outside didn't even change their expressions. Wonder Woman merely frowned slightly, seemingly worried about something else; Aquaman scratched his still-aching wound; Mera was checking Arthur's bandages; and Batman... Batman's face remained that peculiar liver color.

But there seemed to be a hint of pity in his eyes?

did not expect.

Never imagined.

Even the most benevolent Superman doesn't care about children as much as the Dark Knight did. Just as Black Adam was feeling surprised because the scene contradicted the information he had about modern heroes.

The eerie calm lasted for a few seconds.

Hey, give me a hug!

Ian, who was being choked, did not suffocate.

Instead, it emitted cheerful sounds.

The next second, with a few "plop" sounds, six incredibly flexible arms and appendages made of some kind of black symbiotic substance instantly "grew" from Ian's waist and back!

These hands and feet seemed to possess their own consciousness, and with lightning speed they retaliated! Two arms locked onto Black Adam's throat, two tightly hugged his waist, and the remaining two wrapped around his thighs!

The sudden appearance of multiple limbs caught the ancient king off guard. Ian, like a giant, benevolent octopus, completely embraced the shocked Black Adam tightly.

The two were almost face to face!

Enraged, Black Adam almost instinctively clenched his fists, and with a sickeningly sharp "crack," he precisely crushed Ian's throat!

Got it!

The thought had barely crossed Black Adam's mind when it was immediately replaced by unbelievable horror.

Because Ian, whose throat he had crushed, did not collapse in pain, but instead used his vocal organs, which should have been completely damaged, to produce a clear, even slightly mocking, sound.

"You have good strength."

It even has a bit of a "The Voice of China" mentor commentary feel to it.

People who haven't watched The Voice of China get angry when they hear this.

"This is impossible!!" Black Adam roared deafeningly, trying to tear this stubborn leech off his body. "What the hell are you?!"

He questioned loudly.

Ian was so tired of hearing that rumor.

"As you can see, I am a pure human being." He spoke casually, as if introducing a common species, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Don't look at me with those uncultured eyes. We Earthlings all know a common fact—the most important organ for human life is the heart!"

Hear the words.

Black Adam's already dark face became even darker.

"What does this have to do with him crushing the throat?"

He spoke through gritted teeth.

Ian patiently "explained," as if teaching a mentally challenged child: "The heart is a good place, so I took precautions and moved my precious throat slightly to a safe place inside my heart for protection. What you just crushed was just a useless external decorative Adam's apple."

"Of course you can't crush my real 'voice'."

"Understand?"

The last syllable.

Ian showed off his knowledge of ancient Egyptian.

"Nonsense!!" This absurd logic was so powerful that Black Adam was momentarily speechless, left only with helpless rage.

He suddenly unleashed his divine power.

A thick arm forcefully broke free from the symbiote's restraints, its clenched fist crackling with terrifying black lightning, and slammed into Ian's unsuspecting chest with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!

"boom!!!"

With a muffled thud, Ian's chest caved in instantly, defying the laws of physics, as if all the structures inside had been pulverized by the punch.

Berserker Experience +98

Black Adam panted heavily, a cruel glint of pleasure in his eyes. He was convinced that no matter what organs the monster hid or where it was located, it would surely die after taking a punch imbued with divine power straight to its heart!

however.

The truth is always so cruel.

Ian looked down at his sunken chest, then looked up. His complexion was still rosy and radiant, even with a healthy flush from exercise.

"Uh... thanks for the help? I've been feeling a bit tight in my chest lately, and that punch from you feels much better, it clears up all my meridians!" Ian felt he had gained a good amount of experience points this time.

"??????"

Black Adam was completely numb.

He looked at Ian's sunken chest, then at the other's rosy cheeks and piercing eyes, and an absurd and chilling thought gradually took shape in his ancient and wise mind.

Black Adam is only black in name; it doesn't mean his brain is black. This ancient emperor gradually came to understand the reaction problems of those superheroes.

"Didn't expect that, did you? My heart was in my throat! Hehe, I perfectly avoided the main damage! The physiological structure of us humans is just so amazing and full of survival instincts!"

Seeing that Ian spoke again.

Black Adam's teeth were rattling.

"I...am going to...kill...you!!!"

Black Adam gritted his teeth so hard they almost ground them to dust; his extreme anger temporarily overwhelmed the restlessness of the dark power within him.

In that instant when his consciousness was violently fluctuating due to his rage—Ian's eyes flashed, and he seized this fleeting opportunity!