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

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“Once you kill her, the power of the dreams will return to their true master.” With that, Miss Death vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

She doesn't take action herself.

He ordered Ian to rescue people.

There must be a reason for this.

Ian simply didn't have the time to think about it.

"Sigh, this is probably what happens when you're close to death. My bottom line is being forced to lower little by little... Sure enough, there's a reason why my mom told me not to hang out with bad women."

Ian was fully armed and stuffed the Demon Book into his crotch. His vital parts needed special protection, and he had no intention of practicing his [Four-Dimensional Appendiceal Modification Technique].

"You're not allowed to stick your tongue out either. Turn your mouth into a bulletproof steel plate." After giving the Demon Book a serious instruction, Ian also kicked off with both legs and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

The ground beneath his feet cracked.

Super jump.

It's already started!

……

The air whistled past my ears.

The floating rubble of buildings swept past Ian, his blurry silhouette reflected in the glass curtain walls. He leaped and twisted between the ruins, each step causing the concrete to crumble.

"If I remember correctly, this guy is called the Supreme Witch?" Ian's goal was, of course, to float in mid-air, sometimes using the walls for leverage, and sometimes rolling to dodge the collapsing building debris.

The distance between him and the Sorceress Fiona was constantly shrinking.

Ten kilometers.

8,000 meters.

Two thousand meters.

The old woman, whose body was twisted by countless dream powers, continued to wail in pain. However, perhaps because she had been in pain for so long, there was a hint of pleasure in her voice.

"What a masochist."

Ian is getting closer and closer to the Supreme Witch.

around.

Countless people, enveloped in bubbles, have become lost within them.

They rose slowly, trying to merge into the chaotic sky, bouncing off obstacles with soft thuds. Occasionally, two bubbles would collide, producing a crisp sound, then slowly and quickly embrace each other, their dreams merging to create even more complex dreamscapes.

"Oh, great God Ian, I realize I underestimated you... You are truly a great being." The demon minotaur shouted praises from behind Ian.

It seemed to be recovering from the shock of witnessing death just now.

Although it was of low rank and knew nothing about the Endless Family, it was still a former lackey of the Great Demon of Hell, so its knowledge was more or less greater than that of ordinary demons.

This clearly shows that Ian was mistaken for a member of the Endless Family.

"Shut up."

Ian gave a reprimand.

He also saw Grim Reapers floating in mid-air, similarly affected by the power of dreams. These Grim Reapers' dreams were bizarre and varied; some even hoped to be reborn as mortals and experience a romantic relationship. It was certainly a bit disloyal to their organization. But it was understandable; after all, humanity is the most corrupting thing God created.

"Poor high-level wage earner."

Ian climbed upwards, stepping on the Grim Reapers. The Grim Reapers were completely controlled by the dream and did not react much, allowing Ian to rise step by step from their bodies to the old woman above.

Close at hand.

It's only about ten meters away.

"A good opportunity!" Just as Ian clenched his fist and was about to get close, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with an eerie light that was not of human origin.

"No one can take this power away! Don't disturb me! I will ascend to godhood... Mortals, accept this reality!" The Supreme Witch Fiona spoke with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her tone incredibly firm and resolute. Then, countless people, trapped in a dream, were controlled by the old woman and hurled at Ian.

These people were enveloped in one crystal-clear bubble after another.

Like giant balloons.

They themselves are not a threat; however, the dream power attached to their bodies has the dangerous ability to pull Ian into a state of descent into a dream.

Ian bumped right into the woman he had met in the elevator before.

Everything around us changed rapidly.

He found himself in a pink little house with soft lighting, lots of toys on the table, and a group of wild men having a Tokyo-style party around a uniformed aunt.

"Let's get this party started! You get one! He gets one! We can't sell them all! I can't possibly sell all my houses!" The woman was overjoyed and even extended an invitation to Ian.

"Come on, sir, why don't you check out the house too!" The woman crawled toward Ian, as if trying to drag him down with her, but Ian kicked her straight against the wall.

"Damn it! I'm so handsome, why do I need to buy my own house?" Ian felt insulted. He wandered around the room and noticed a negative status icon in the lower right corner of his screen.

[Polluted Dreams]

Now that a negative status effect has appeared, everything becomes easier. This useless status effect doesn't deserve to be applied to Ian, so we can only use our reserve hidden skill points.

"System! Quickly help this little old man recall the skills I will definitely master in the future!" Even at this moment, Ian was still able to make a clear judgment.

Since switching to the Berserker class, Ian has always understood the importance of being prepared. Seeing that he was affected by the dream, he quickly opened the skill tree and began to learn skills in a targeted manner.

[Faith Redemption: With unwavering self-faith, directly remove designated negative status effects from the body, purify personal trauma, and restore health points equivalent to the purification effect.]

The skills of late-game professions are so powerful yet unpretentious.

Ian selected the skill and activated it. The next moment, he found that everything in front of him had changed, and the world filled with [Ai and Mei] had disappeared before his eyes.

The second bubble is coming.

Meaningless.

The suited elites who were popping champagne inside screamed and vanished. Ian, in the third bubble, punched through the island, and two muscular men sunbathing disappeared with them.

"These petty tricks can't stop Master Ian. I want that foreigner... uh, I want you dead!" Ian was glowing green, a sign of his healing effect overflowing.

His increasingly energetic state attracted the attention of the Sorcerer Supreme.

but.

This attention came a little late.

"Oh!"

Ian punched the Supreme Witch in the cheek. Her body was still weak, and her not-quite-authentic witch nose broke off with a thud. Her entire face caved in like a crushed soda can.

In fact, his physical fitness is already much better than most people's.

It's just not enough.

"Supreme Witch! You have failed this city."

It's true that other people's lines are easier to use. Ian, in keeping with his good habit of stealing lines, raised his fist again and aimed it at the Supreme Witch's jawbone.

"Oh!"

Another dull second punch slammed the Supreme Witch into a floating stone slab. Ian leaped after her, grabbed her head, and ripped off her shattered face.

Why didn't you succumb?

The Supreme Witch was like a radiation source, her body constantly releasing dream power, but this pure power seemed to have no effect on Ian.

It can't even affect Ian in the same way that the power of dreams has already affected others.

“Because our ancestors didn’t need to dream; the reality of doing whatever they wanted was their most cherished dream.” Ian’s tone was light, without revealing his true identity.

after all.

He knew quite a few cases of villains dying from self-destruction.

"Now, who should accept reality?" Ian pulled out his prison from behind his butt, and the Minotaur Demon opened its blood-red maw in perfect cooperation.

Its mouth was unusually large, larger than a washbasin, and covered with sharp teeth.

"Mere mortals! And filthy demons!"

Sensing the danger, the Supreme Witch, seeing her head about to be bitten off, suppressed the violent power within her body and mobilized the magic that originally belonged to her.

"Ah~"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, the powerful sound waves almost tangible, sending Ian, who was prepared but seemed not quite ready enough, flying away.

"Boom~"

Ian crashed into several buildings.

It plummeted rapidly towards the ground.

"go to hell!"

Despite being humiliated by Ian and her body beginning to crack due to the power of dreams, the Supreme Witch stood up and forcibly activated this power that did not belong to her.

The power of the dream instantly materialized into a gigantic aircraft carrier. The carrier was enormous, with all the facilities on its deck clearly visible, and it crashed into Ian like a giant monster.

"Damn it, dreamer!"

Ian felt as if a colossal creature had appeared before him.

His eyes focused into a dazzling golden light, which resembled two blazing suns, bursting with terrifying temperature and powerful energy, shooting directly at the bow of the oncoming aircraft carrier.

"Boom~"

Another terrifying roar.

The overburdened aircraft carrier was cut in two on the spot, flames erupted at the break, metal was torn apart like paper, and the explosion was deafening.

"That's all you are. Such a lack of imagination is a waste of the supreme power within you."

Ian stood on a floating stone slab, surrounded by debris from a fallen aircraft carrier, like a storm of steel. His golden pupils were filled with danger in the chaotic, distorted light.

"Ah."

With a cold laugh from the Supreme Witch after she had repaired her face, Ian saw more than a dozen aircraft carriers appear all around him.

They all surrounded and pressed in.

"That old woman has no sense of morality!" Ian had never been so flustered. In this desperate situation, his eyes darted left and right.

Two distinct beams of light shot out and slammed into the hulls of the two aircraft carriers. The super-strong alloy armor once again succumbed to the high temperature of the beams.