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

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He seemed to be doing what he always did. His counselor's notebook lay open on his lap, the pen casting long, thin shadows on the paper. Everything was so normal, as if he were still alive.

“I think I’m starting to understand everything.” Ian hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. He looked across at the opposite side of Dr. Hannibal, where there was indeed no one.

However, it is not completely empty.

In this room, which was similar to Hannibal's office, a beam of light filled the patient's sofa, purer and more vast than the light emanating from under the door.

It has no fixed form, yet it seems to contain all forms; it makes no sound, yet it's like a thousand symphony orchestras playing simultaneously in the mind. When Ian gazes at it, he sees countless possibilities arising and disappearing within it—a smiling baby growing into a knife-wielding murderer, a bleeding rose blooming into a dove of peace.

Even all the brilliance of the universe swirls within the light.

It has no fixed form, yet it inexplicably evokes the image of a languid, reclining noblewoman, with fleeting glimpses of her feminine silhouette occasionally appearing amidst the shifting light.

"So, ma'am, are you very dissatisfied with your husband?" The psychiatrist listened intently, his pen scratching across his notebook.

Completely unaware of the intruder behind them.

“He’s like a cold stone monument!” Guangmang was focused on the conversation and didn’t notice Ian’s arrival. Suddenly, she fluctuated violently, her voice trembling like a thousand wind chimes.

"That old fogey has been turning a deaf ear ever since he invented 'free will'! He'd say 'Let there be light' when he created the universe, but now he's locked me up in this place!"

The light twisted into an angry vortex.

“Please use the ‘I feel’ sentence structure,” Hannibal interrupted gently. “Remember our agreement?”

The light flickered reluctantly.

"Yes, I felt ignored, so I threw a tantrum, but he shouldn't have just locked me up in hell. I just wanted to destroy all of you humans."

"Who told him to pay so much attention to you?" The voice emanating from the woman was not only feminine, but also carried a uniquely feminine discontent. The image of a resentful woman was palpable even without being explicitly stated.

"Squeak—"

Ian's leather shoes suddenly stepped on a loose floorboard.

Dr. Hannibal turned his head sharply.

“Ian? Ian Kent?” He was somewhat surprised and incredulous, wondering how his patient in the human world had managed to track him down to this place.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

Seeing that he could no longer snoop on the gossip, Ian simply strode over.

"I should have been the one who made the appointment first."

Ian had already made an appointment with Dr. Hannibal; he had truly traveled a long way to see his therapist. Ian turned to the beam of light and gave a professional smile.

"Goddess Auntie, you've taken my reserved seat." At this moment, the omniscient Ian re-entered the scene, and he had already recognized the species of the light on the sofa.

The Primordial Light.

The first ray of light in the world.

She is also God's wife, the mother of Lucifer and a host of archangels—yes, when it comes to XP, Jordan, Xu Xian, and Ning Caichen are all weaklings.

Look at God!

Damn it!

She also had many children!

Based on this point alone, it's understandable that there's so much freedom for fantasy in the human world. After all, humans come from the creator God, and fantasy has already caused significant problems from its very origin.

"?????"

The silhouette in the light stared at Ian.

They seemed surprised by the unexpected visitor.

"How will you be here?"

Dr. Hannibal couldn't understand whether Ian had also died. Based on his understanding of Ian, it would be perfectly reasonable for Ian to have come to Hell.

"Well, my butler Wayne will explain the details to you. Let's leave here first." Ian dared not communicate with Lucifer's mother as he did with the darkness.

This goddess has truly reached menopause.

It's important to understand that humans are God's most prized creation, proving that He has bestowed upon them everything He could. Therefore, isn't human menopause simply a replication of the physiological state of His wife? This is why it's not that the goddess is overly anthropomorphic, but rather that the goddess's menopausal state existed first, and thus, humans developed menopause.

“Miss Misha is so worried, and so am I. Let’s go back to the human world first. I have a lot of medical issues to discuss with you, Doctor. I’ll find you a handsome corpse when we get back.”

As he spoke, Ian tried to take advantage of the goddess's inattention and quickly leave with Dr. Hannibal. However, he had only just pulled Dr. Hannibal up from the chair and pushed him out the door.

Ian hadn't even taken half a step out yet.

"Crack~"

The door suddenly closed.

This is when Lucifer's mother came to her senses.

"Auntie? Who are you calling auntie?" The light instantly contracted into a dense point, its brightness increasing dramatically to a level that could burn a retina. All shadows in the consultation room were banished.

Even the old laptop in the corner showed its skeleton under the bright light.

When Ian turned around, he found that the ball of light had condensed into a three-meter-tall humanoid silhouette, with countless light particles swirling wildly around her, like a solar prominence about to erupt.

"Human, how did you get in?" The voice of the Goddess of Light was now clearly audible—a mezzo-soprano with a mature social accent, but each syllable was as sharp as shattered glass.

"They just opened the door and walked in."

Ian pointed behind him, quickly adopting the honest Ian persona. The luminous humanoid figure visibly swayed, as if the answer was beyond her comprehension.

"I didn't give you permission to come in! So, what gives you the right to come in?" The goddess's voice caused the books on the bookshelf to shake violently, and then they burst into flames.

Her light was much stronger than Ian's.

Ultraman backs down.

"No, the world is so beautiful, Auntie Goddess, please don't be so irritable." Ian raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, trying to soothe her emotions.

His sweat was truly dripping.

"Don't call me auntie! You despicable human! You inferior creation!" Menopause was confirmed. A beam of light lashed out at Ian's feet, and a molten trench immediately appeared in the floor.

Ian's eyebrows curled from the heat, but he took a step forward, already having made up his mind. He absolutely couldn't show any fear when dealing with a goddess like this.

“Lucifer and I are like brothers, and his mother is my aunt, which makes perfect sense,” Ian said matter-of-factly, once again using his network of connections skill.

Outstanding effect.

The light suddenly stopped.

However, this stillness is more terrifying than the previous rage, like the absolute calm in the second before a supernova explodes.

"Did Lucifer send you? Does he intend for you to come and torture me in place of Mazekin?" The goddess's radiant form shrank to the size of a normal human, its brightness reduced to the gentle glow of a candle flame.

Her voice suddenly became as soft as a feather, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine—this goddess was probably more lethal at this moment than when she was enraged.

"Of course it's not like that. Lucifer didn't say anything to me, but our communication was unspoken. Just because he didn't say it doesn't mean I couldn't understand what he meant."

“Dr. Hannibal is nothing special. I charge more, so according to the super equation, I am naturally more skilled. He wants me to secretly take care of you for him.” Ian didn’t know why the other party wanted to capture Dr. Hannibal, but he knew that his best identity right now was that of a psychiatrist.

Lucifer liked to see a psychologist.

His mother might also have this latent hobby.

"care?"

The goddess let out a cold laugh.

The sound caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear simultaneously on all the glass objects in the room. These were manifestations of the other party's will, clearly indicating that the goddess's emotions had faltered.

She conjured a jewel-encrusted calendar, densely marked with red crosses. "So-called concern is just sending demons to punish me every now and then?"

Hear the words.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ian caught sight of several charred demon skeletons piled up in the corner.

Judging from their uniforms, they were all elite members of Lucifer's personal guard.

To be honest, Ian really didn't want to be one of them. He didn't feel any malice from the darkness, but it was different when he was facing this goddess.

“There’s a reason for all of that.” Ian forced a twisted smile and blinked his right eye frantically. He swallowed hard, the sound of his Adam’s apple bobbing loudly in the silence.

“Yes, there’s a reason for it, but I dare not say more.” Ian didn’t dare to speak ill of God, so he could only wink frantically. Fortunately, his mother Lucifer was just as smart as him.

The goddess frowned and began to hesitate.

"Is he doing this for his father? Does he still hope to get his father's forgiveness?" Lucifer's mother was initially alright, but it seemed she was heading in a dangerous direction again. Ian's temples throbbed. This problem was like tap dancing in a minefield; one wrong step could trigger a double punishment from heaven and hell.

really.

Family conflicts are really hard to resolve.

Even someone as intelligent as Ian sensed the predicament.

He took a deep breath and decided to take a risky move.

"I am the best psychologist on earth. Lucifer brought me to hell, but not to heaven. Isn't it obvious who holds more weight in his heart?" Ian answered irrelevantly. His madness could be interpreted in various ways; he was a man who had truly mastered the art of language.

The minimum required level is equivalent to that of a civil servant in a province with a high demand for civil service exams.

This cunning false proposition plunged the goddess into deep thought. The light rose and fell like the tide, sometimes revealing the benevolent outline of a noblewoman, and sometimes transforming into the delicate lines of a young girl.

Ian took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead and found that the sweat had already evaporated on the surface of his skin—he had been in the industry for five or six years and this was the first time he had encountered such a tricky situation.

"interesting."

The goddess's attitude suddenly softened. She reached out her glowing hand and lifted Ian's chin, leaving fluorescent fingerprints on his skin with her fingers of light.

"You're much more interesting than those screaming demons." According to the American TV series "Lucifer," this goddess's mental illness is much more severe than Lucifer's.

God knows what she was thinking at that moment.

Are you lying to me?

Lucifer's mother's voice suddenly softened.

The halo coalesced into a pair of almost tangible eyes, staring intently at Ian. That gaze seemed to pierce his soul, making every hair on Ian's head stand on end.

Ian's Adam's apple bobbed, but his innocent smile remained: "You're so smart, if I were lying to you, you'd definitely notice, wouldn't you?"

As he spoke, he casually sat down in the seat that Dr. Hannibal had previously occupied, tapping his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, as if he really was just a psychologist filling in for someone else.

Rather than a warrior who mistakenly entered a place forbidden by the gods.

"Ok?"