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

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Jordan's voice is very loud.

He seemed somewhat melancholy.

And his return.

This also dampened Louise's spirits.

My mother, who was drunk, was a little unhappy.

Women can be terrifying when they're unhappy.

“Jordan, we need to talk—about you, me, and your father.” Louise straightened her disheveled hair, her drunken state unable to conceal the seriousness on her face.

"What to talk about?"

Jordan looked somewhat bewildered.

"It's about your family education issues, of course, using my bank account to subscribe to some inappropriate videos." Louise crossed her arms, her voice full of interrogation.

"????"

Jordan was truly stunned.

He always buys DVDs.

What subscription?

Just as the somewhat innocent second brother was feeling quite frustrated, Ian had already quietly slipped upstairs to the second floor. The boy, who had quickly returned to his room, was still listening intently to the sounds coming from downstairs.

His physical attributes mean he has a low-end version of super hearing.

There was a heated argument.

There is also mixed-gender conversational education.

Ian was incredibly envious of his parents' harmonious and loving relationship. Just as the sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs, Ian decided to immediately go out and apologize to his second brother, who had taken the blame.

Rather than being discovered later, it's better to confess now. The main point is that admitting your mistake quickly will prevent any rift between brothers. Ian knows how to live reasonably in the world of American TV shows. Of course, to prevent Jordan from using the classic brotherly betrayal tactic of turning around and going downstairs to report him, he is also prepared to say that it was all a prank by his friend.

Creating friends out of thin air works well anywhere.

"that……"

Ian was about to speak.

"Damn it!" Jordan gritted his teeth, clearly furious. Ian had initially thought his older brother might have discovered the truth, but he hadn't expected this Kryptonian descendant's super brain to be so outrageous. "It's definitely Dad! He must have secretly subscribed to those inappropriate videos behind Mom's back, and then, when he found out, he pinned the blame on me!"

He complained bitterly.

Ian was completely stunned.

"Oh my god! So that's how it is! Maybe you're right, Jordan, after all, your intuition is always very accurate!" Ian really admired the "truth" that Jordan had come up with.

really!

The second brother is the real superhero of the Kent family!

"That's right, my intuition is rarely wrong, and the situation is definitely as I guessed. He's an irresponsible man who doesn't even dare to admit what he did!"

Jordan, who had gained support, became even more indignant.

Ian continued nodding vigorously, like a human nodding machine.

As the saying goes, "One must endure hardship to become a superhuman."

The sons will all be happy.

I believe my great father won't mind.

"Damn frame-up!" Jordan was getting angrier and angrier, his face flushed red. He already had emotional issues, and Ian was slightly worried when he saw Jordan angrily rushing towards the bedroom.

"You're not going to go and fight Dad, are you?"

Ian felt that his second brother might not have much of a chance of winning.

"of course not."

Jordan looked back at Ian with some confusion. "Since I've already taken the blame, I can't just sit here doing nothing. I'm going to go and critique just how hateful the video Dad spent so much money on really is."

What a righteous and eloquent statement!

"..."

Ian stared in disbelief as his second brother closed the door.

"Is this the progression of puberty, the heat cycle?" he couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to turn around and go back to his room to quickly wash up and prepare to enter his dream world...

"Click~"

The door opened again.

"what?"

Ian looked at Jordan, who had come out again, with some surprise.

"Um... I'll wash some things I forgot to clean after using them last night... I mean, my underwear." Jordan chuckled, indeed holding a pile of underwear in his hand.

but.

The sharp-eyed Ian knew perfectly well that something else was hidden inside. Jordan's attempt to cover it up was rather clumsy, but Ian was an extremely intelligent and considerate younger brother.

"Jordan, do you remember what you advised me that day? Never be a doctor who can't heal himself!" Ian showed his tact, watching his second brother, who had stiffened for a moment, enter the bathroom.

The toilet door is closed.

The familiar sound of cleaning came from inside.

"Dad must see this behavior every day with his super vision..."

Ian really wanted to know.

When the second brother finds out that his father is actually an invincible superman, will he still be able to continue his blatant and persistent training in certain areas at night?

Curious, Ian returned to his bedroom.

"The Black Robe Police! Activate!"

There is still some time left.

Ian chose to start drawing comics.

He wrote with a flourish.

A new round of passionate creation began. But as they say, good times fly by, and as the clock struck that dividing point, Ian's mind wandered off the moment his head tilted to the side.

Dream world.

Marvel Universe.

The heavy snow continued to fall endlessly.

Ian was "refreshed" to a random location again. This time, he didn't immediately look for landmarks to determine his direction, because he was already attracted by the enormous object in the sky as soon as he entered this world. In the gray sky, dark clouds churned like boiling ink, and a blurry outline was moving deep within the clouds.

This time.

The outline had broken through the clouds and was slowly approaching the earth.

"My father is above..."

Ian finally saw clearly what was falling to Earth—a head so huge it resembled a small planet emerging from the clouds, its metallic skin seemingly etched with mysterious patterns.

This is a planet devourer!

The supreme deity of the Marvel Universe!

He was lifeless!

The wrecked body is collapsing towards the Earth!

"Hiss! The invincible Galactus is going to crush my hair!" In this world, Ian doesn't need to worry about being crushed to death; he's only curious about whether he'll have the chance to touch the corpse of a cosmic god.

Divine Blood.

What kind of professions will be unlocked?

Chapter 56: Living People in the Marvel Universe!

This is Ian's dream.

Perhaps it's the "shattered and annihilated" universe that Miss Death spoke of. Regardless of why his experience differed from the mad chef's, Ian understood that he was most likely also someone "parasitized" by the Marvel Universe.

It's not exactly bad luck.

After all, I ate enough good food in my previous life.

It's perfectly reasonable to get a tiny bit of poison in this lifetime.

“It really doesn’t matter. Even though it’s parasitizing me, I’m also drawing power from it. This dream and I each get what we need.” Ian wasn’t worried at all that he would become a madman like the sewage treatment plant cook. After all, he couldn’t hear any whispers in his ear, nor was he influenced or bewitched by any obsession with a universe.

In this deathly silent dream.

Ian couldn't even find someone to talk to.

He even wished he could hear whispers in his ear communicating with him. To be honest, as a normal person, who wouldn't want a friend that no one else can see?

How cool.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have that luck. My psychological problems are definitely related to how bored I am every night here. If there were some indescribable being who could play cards with me every night, I definitely wouldn’t need to see the chef-doctor that my dad found for me.” Ian looked up and stared at the planet devourer in the clouds for a long time.

The planet devourer fell very slowly.

It doesn't conform to the laws of physics at all.

His neck was already a little sore and weak, but he didn't even wait for the other side to actually hit the earth.

"What a waste of my feelings!" Ian wasn't in a hurry. He thought of the clear, urgent cry he'd heard before returning when he last entered this world. Perhaps there were still living beings in this world… well, according to Miss Death, perhaps they should be called remnants from this universe's past?

"Miss Death, praise be to you, are you still there?" Ian tried to pray to the goddess he had managed to curry favor with, but he didn't feel any connection between himself and the goddess. His prayer didn't even dial the wrong "phone number," connecting him to the Marvel version of "Death."

Perhaps Marvel's number one bitch is dead too.

Ian was very disappointed about this.

He also hopes that one day he can see the two goddesses of death pulling each other's "hair".

"No chance, no chance... But there must still be beings in this world who can communicate, whether they are human or not." Ian decided to try his luck again at the place where the Hulk and Homelander's corpses were.