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

Morgan Stark Jr. blinked as if nothing had happened, perfectly illustrating that having a good father is extremely important in any universe.

Reincarnation is an art.

"Damn it! This power has surpassed that of the gods!"

Thor unleashed all his thunderous power, golden arcs of electricity crackling wildly across his body as he roared in defiance. Yet, this only allowed him to kneel, desperately using his broad back and arms to shield the infant Odin beneath him, preventing his father from directly experiencing the terrifying oppressive force.

He bit his gums until they bled, and he had only one thought in his mind: he didn't want to be a child from a single-parent family.

Their belief was unwavering.

however.

Thor, who longed for a happy family, was unaware of this.

The infant Odin, whom he held tightly beneath him in his swaddling clothes, was the only one among these disheveled heroes who was able to lift his little head with difficulty!

The deep blue eyes of baby Odin at this moment did not reflect ignorance, but rather a profound understanding that had endured countless years and seen through the vicissitudes of the universe!

His face was lifted in Thor's arms, his small brows even furrowing slightly, as if he were assessing and analyzing the level of power displayed by Ultron above. At this moment, among everyone, perhaps only Deadpool, who had already passed out from the double blow of Ultron's oppressive aura and his mouth being sewn shut, truly understood the terrifying power hidden within Odin, the famous detective who appeared to be a child but possessed extraordinary intelligence.

Ian's anti-evolution ray only reversed his life form, sending him back to infancy, but did not strip him of the divine power he had accumulated over countless years.

Yes, the supreme divine power belonging to the Asgardian God-King still exists. This father of the gods, who is being reborn, may have used this calamity to achieve some kind of breakthrough that was once insurmountable.

"Ian...can he hold on?" Gwen's eyes were filled with worry. She couldn't imagine how Ian would be able to contend with such a terrifying Ultron.

"No one could withstand such terror! Even the cosmic gods who once visited Earth, according to the secrets of our Asgardian royal family, would probably find it difficult to resist!"

Thor seems to have already sentenced everyone to death.

"No, I don't care if I die, but Ian can't die! If he dies, who will give me compensation?" Captain America gritted his teeth, his uniform soaked with sweat.

He was also on tenterhooks.

However, this focus is indeed somewhat unusual.

It doesn't seem to be a regret for him that he died with money left unspent; what's really important is that even in death, he wants to receive a substantial amount of compensation.

"..."

Sylvie, who was also lying on the ground, turned her head to look at this Captain America several times. She had been to many parallel universes in her life, but none of the Hydra captains were as outrageous as this Captain America.

Money is more important than life, huh?

If Ultron wins, everything will become part of Ultron, what good is money then! She wanted to curse, but in her current state, it was difficult for her to even utter a sound.

The superheroes were so overwhelmed by the invisible pressure that they collapsed to the ground, unable to lift their heads. They were terrified and filled with despair.

Although they knew Ian had many unorthodox methods, no one could figure out what effect they would have. In the face of absolute power, all the fancy tricks were meaningless.

As for whether that's really the case.

The answer is unfolding in the sky, where no one can look up.

Faced with Ultron, who carries the supreme power of the Reality Controller and the Heart of the Universe, with full special effects and surrounded by shattered rule runes and distorted light bands of reality.

Ian Kent, however, appeared unusually calm.

“If you gave this skin to Tencent to sell, it would definitely fetch 18,000 yuan.” Ian still had the mind to diss Tencent Software from across the universe. Ultron’s current appearance does indeed have a very high-class light pollution feel to it.

of course.

Ian, who had hidden so many trump cards that he even deceived himself and forced himself to forget, was not flustered. He even had time to try out his newly acquired ability.

"Flesh and blood are bitter and greasy, but steel has real chewiness!"

A flash of data appeared in Ian's eyes, and an invisible [Mechanical Overlord (Beginner)] force field spread out, attempting to interfere with Ultron's mechanical body that had perfectly fused with the artifact.

Ian's lines were well thought out, however, only a barely perceptible ripple appeared on Ultron's surface, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool that instantly returned to calm.

The power of the Heart of the Universe easily neutralized this rudimentary chaotic command.

"Tsk, even basic skills have their limits." Ian curled his lip, seemingly having expected it, and showed no sign of panic at the failure of his plan.

"A mini Ultron!"

Ian suddenly shouted, his voice booming, even drowning out the roar of rules brought by Ultron, "Your strength, which you gained by external force, is utterly weak and unreliable!"

"Where can you find strength that I earned entirely through my own abilities?!" He said this with righteous indignation, even looking down to admire the two slightly twitching "external black hairy legs" that gave him super speed, as if they were proof of his "solid strength".

Gifts obtained through one's own abilities are not considered gifts obtained through external means.

"Can't you understand that you're going to die???" Ultron's charge faltered, seemingly shocked by this utterly shameless statement.

Seeing that he was about to envelop himself in the rules, Ian did not choose to use the Speed ​​Force to escape.

Instead, right before everyone's eyes, he pulled out a pair of enormous white feather wings that radiated a soft and pure holy light from some other dimension pocket!

"hehe."

Those wings were pure white.

Each feather seemed to be made of the purest light energy, radiating a reassuring and warm aura, completely out of place in this dilapidated and desperate environment at the end of time.

"Time can't outrun my lightning-fast legs! Plus these wings of light! Today, unless you bring out the Pangu body and Fuxi legs, I've got you cornered!"

Ian's words had a double meaning.

Ultron is within reach.

The words fell.

He did not retaliate.

Instead, it suddenly stuck those huge white wings onto its back.

——! ! !

A pure and boundless power of light surged forth from his wings in an instant, like a river bursting its banks, flowing through Ian's entire body! Even the intelligent life form that had transformed into the omnipotent Ultron was blasted away!

His metallic-looking bionic armor, bathed in this holy light, began to reveal sacred patterns, its black and red base color being balanced by a dazzling white-gold.

It exudes a contradictory aura that is both chaotic and sacred!

[Lightbringer Temporary Permissions Activated!]

[Divine energy is being infused...]

[Mimetic Armor Compatibility Adjustments...]

[Maintaining light-dark balance...]

The system seems to be working a little too hard today. Ian is enveloped in pure white light, and his aura is rising steadily. He even seems to disregard the omnipotent Ultron!

Right.

After all, Ian had already played his trump card.

Feeling the surging power of light within him, Ian nodded in satisfaction. Pure white radiance shone throughout his body—the mighty power of a messenger of light.

How to explain this trump card?

It wasn't easy to come by.

Ian owns a recycling company, and because he is extremely lucky, his company "happens" to be in charge of garbage collection near the Bar of Light.

So many days of waiting.

That's when Ian finally got his hands on some truly recyclable equipment. It was like he was playing a real legend in DC, collecting a bunch of large wings from the trash cans near the Light Bar.

He tried it secretly.

It really is plug-and-play.

Can also understand.

After all, keyboards can be hot-swapped, so why can't advanced wings? God must have given this technology to His children long ago, and then only later made it available to humankind as keyboards.

“Although a pair of wings only has 10 minutes of ‘power,’ during those 10 minutes… guess what you’re going to call me?” Ian’s pair of bright wings on his back suddenly flapped.

The pure white radiance dispelled some of the gloom at the end of time, like a supernova explosion.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Black Death Sword, which seemed capable of absorbing all light, reappeared. But this time, pure and blazing white holy flames burned on the blade!

Light, with overwhelming power, tainted the Black Death Sword.

It was quite enjoyable.

It emitted a heart-pounding wave of pleasure. On the other side, Ultron, blasted out of the end of time and into the endless void by the strange impact of Ian's power eruption, forcibly stabilized his mechanical body. The power of the Heart of the Universe and the Reality Controller flowed, quickly calming the spatial disorder.

"What's going on!?" His scarlet electronic eyes were fixed on Ian, who was still standing on the edge of time, radiating an incongruous power.

Ultron's massive data processing capabilities operated at an unprecedented speed, attempting to analyze the completely unknown energy attributes that had suddenly emerged from the opponent.

However, even with the two supreme artifacts, the Omnipotent Heart and the Reality Controller, Ultron's computing power, which was capable of predicting the birth and death of countless multiverses, seemed to have hit an invisible wall!

[WARNING! Unknown energy source detected!]

[Energy attribute analysis: Failed! Unable to be categorized!]

[Rule compliance: 0%!]

[Action attempt to modify: Target area rules reject the modification! Modification command cannot be applied!]

Ultron's self-system is frantically reporting errors.

"This is impossible!"

For the first time, Ultron's electronic voice carried an undisguised look of horror!

He raised his hand.

Nothing happened.

The reality controller can't modify the other party?!

This feeling is like trying to tune a radio to receive a television signal—they're not even on the same channel! The opponent's power system seems to be completely independent of the rules of this Marvel universe!

"What's going on! What's going on!"

Just as Ultron was plunged into great confusion and shock by this unprecedented discovery.

Ian moved!

With another flap of his wings, he leaped out of the time horizon like a platinum meteor and plunged into the absolute void where nothing existed!

"Wow! This is what it feels like to be outside the Three Realms and beyond the Six Paths! It's awesome!" Ian was clearly addicted to playing the Monkey King. Feeling the completely different sense of "emptiness" in the void, he shouted excitedly and even swung the Black Death Sword burning with white flames in his hand around a few times as if it were a golden cudgel.