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

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"What did you find?"

Ian grinned.

"They discovered I was hiding here."

The gravedigger's expression was extremely gloomy.

Ian paused for a moment, then removed his mask, revealing a victorious smile: "I know your situation; you used to have a wife and children."

“And the 'Ripper's' activity only occurred after their deaths.” He took a step forward, closer to the window. “This proves that their deaths hit you hard—you cared about them a lot.”

"very smart."

The gravedigger remained silent for a moment.

He then reached out and grabbed his own face, slowly tearing off a perfectly realistic mask. Beneath the mask was a handsome but gloomy and menacing young face.

It was Will the Ripper, the serial killer who had been hunted by the police for a long time.

"It seems you're pretty sure I'll be hiding here, so you're trying to provoke me." He threw down his pistol and, instead of running away, climbed out of the window.

Seeing this, Ian did not stop him; he simply tilted his head slightly.

"I just tend to believe that if you blow your wife and kids up into the sky, you'll show up," he added with a touch of emotion. "Finding you right away is a pleasant surprise."

Mr. Ian was actually being infuriating. He truly possessed extraordinary wisdom; with his intelligence and a tiny bit of help from the black box, he had already determined that Will Graham was the gravedigger here.

"Damn it! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" As soon as Ian finished speaking, Will's pupils suddenly contracted, and his long-suppressed anger erupted like a volcano.

His originally elegant and gloomy face was twisted into a ferocious appearance.

"boom!"

Will swung his fist at Ian with a vengeance, tearing the air apart with a deafening bang. Before crawling out, he had secretly injected something into his body. Now, the drug was taking effect; his muscles swelled visibly, veins bulged under his skin, and blood vessels protruded like writhing snakes.

however.

"Snapped."

Ian caught the punch, which was powerful enough to pierce a steel plate, with ease.

He didn't even move his feet.

“There are differences between superhumans.” Ian’s smile still held a sinister edge. “You can’t just throw together some [Luther-made] stuff and you’ll have the power to defeat me.”

This is the truth.

Last night he was involved in a cosmic-level event, but now he's just facing an enhanced human. This is quite boring for Ian, and he doesn't want to show off in front of the other person.

"Do you know what a Metropolitan Vice-President is? Even the Heavenly Vice-President is working for me!" Of course, telling the truth isn't bragging. After saying that, Ian also punched Will in return.

Even a seemingly light punch can be quite powerful.

"puff--!"

Will's chest caved in, blood gushed from his mouth, and he flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the tombstone in a parabolic arc.

Debris flew.

His spine was almost broken, but he still struggled to get up.

"Got you." Ian's teeth were dazzlingly white in the moonlight, and there were still black remnants of the bomb he had swallowed at the corner of his mouth, but he hadn't noticed it until now.

A classic case of the darkest place being under the lamp.

“I haven’t lost. Even if you kill me, I can still achieve my goal, and you can no longer bother me and Hannibal.” Will stared directly at the superhuman before him.

There was a madness in his eyes.

"Kill me, kill me, and you will become me." Will, who was still coughing up blood, actually laughed. He struggled to sit up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I have a principle of not killing, so I'm going to put you in a real prison—Miss Misha hopes you can endure a hundred times more torture than Dr. Hannibal."

“Ian is kind-hearted, how about I upgrade your package for free, ten thousand times better?” Ian didn’t understand the other’s inexplicable confidence, so he punched Will unconscious again.

The hand chop didn't work.

But the hand hammer... it's simply wonderful.

"The local specialties have been picked! The first batch of Hell Transformation Concentration Camp projects are ready for internal testing!" Ian stared at Will, who had fainted and whose genes were beginning to collapse, and immediately started packing.

Yes.

The local specialty is Will.

What is there in the human world that hell doesn't have?

Of course, only humans!

Living, breathing human beings!

"Don't die from overdosing on drugs." Ian contributed a gene-stabilizing agent made by bats, which saved Will from the brink of death, despite his lack of fitness experience and reckless drug use.

He stuffed the unconscious Will into a burlap sack printed with "Happy Holidays" and swaggered back to Hellcat like Santa Claus carrying gifts.

The police cars attracted by the explosion arrived right on time, and the sirens grew closer in the distance, with the red and blue police lights already faintly visible on the street.

"It's really a bit of a scandal if this level of punctuality doesn't qualify as a superpower." Ian roughly tossed the "local specialty" into the trunk, and the Hellcat's engine roared like a beast.

It disappeared into the night with Ian before the police arrived. Ian went home first and took out a sleeping demon head with bull horns from the refrigerator.

He patted the head's cheek.

"Great God Ian, forgive me, it's just too hot, and your refrigerator is too cool." The demon's eyelids trembled before it slowly opened its scarlet eyes.

"We demons all love summer hibernation."

It finally learned its true skills from Ian.

"I'm taking you back to my hometown to visit relatives!" Ian returned to Hellcat, threw the demon head onto the driver's seat, and then excitedly announced the demon head.

The demon's brain instantly regained consciousness at that moment.

Its CPU is running at high speed.

“I... I don’t want to go back to hell. I just want to stay by your side.” The demon’s head carefully observed Ian’s expression, clearly suspecting that this was some kind of loyalty test.

The god Ian, who wields perverse power, is absolutely capable of pulling off such tricks.

Just as the demon's head was wildly imagining things...

"boom!"

Ian punched it in the head.

“You have to want to go home, because I want to visit your house, escort the most wicked criminals, save innocent souls, and help underage demons who want to go home… All three reasons are indispensable.” Ian always had a plan for the future, after all, he didn’t know he would be “run away from home” for a few days.

Although Ian sent his mom a text message saying he was going to a classmate's house and locked her phone so she couldn't call him, it was still the first time he had stayed out all night.

It's still necessary to take precautions. Ian has always been a dutiful son, so he can't let his mother think of him as a child who has become a bad boy before he's even fifteen.

"boom!"

Ian punched the silent demon head again, making it see stars, but it finally snapped out of its struggle to figure out the "Emperor's Heart".

"Ah! So that's how it is! Is God Ian finally going to rule Hell? I will definitely stand firmly on your side!" It believed that, given Ian's character, he could at least become a Grand Duke in Hell.

A bright future ahead.

“Tch, I’m a friendly visitor, I’ll definitely be mindful of my manners.” Ian pointed out the direction to Hellcat and corrected the incorrect term “demon’s head”.

He is a pacifist.

Only when one can no longer be a pacifist will one switch to being a nuclear philanthropist.

"Really? You won't cause a huge scene?" The demon head's tone was skeptical, after all, it had learned a lot about Ian over the past few days.

Have you read about the history of us American people?

Ian suddenly asked.

"Ugh, I hate history."

The demon head was unwilling to reveal the fact that it was a hellish academic failure.

It's so hesitant and awkward.

It's obviously a cow that's not a very aggressive breed.

“If you don’t understand, then what I’m saying is true.” Ian nodded seriously and made a guarantee and promise. “I am a very traditional American, and I am much more virtuous than other Americans—believe me, I would never cut off the demons’ scalps.”

Hear the words.

The demon head felt a chill creeping up its spine, and Kakuzu was terrified, realizing that Ian's words were absolutely chilling.

It suddenly felt a surge of relief that it was the guide, rather than the unfortunate victim about to be "friendly visited." The atmosphere was quiet as the Hellcat sped through the night, guided by its brass compass.

It flew out of the metropolis.

We arrived in Los Angeles.

The pointer kept pointing southeast, as if drawn by some mysterious force. Finally, the Hellcat stopped on an abandoned forest path.

Ahead stood a gloomy Victorian-style building, its dilapidated exterior walls covered in vines, its crooked doorway resembling a gaping maw, and its windows like empty, hollow eyes.

He gazed at the visitor.

"This is actually a super haunted house, built in 1922 by Charles Montgomery for his wife Nora, and later became the scene of several murders."

"Oh, there's also the Frankenstein's monster. Someone tried to assemble a 'monster son' using biological experiments. It really does feel like the entrance to hell." Ian searched for information about the house online.

Only those who are willing to seek it out.

You can find any information online.

"How can such a place exist... I sense a lot of hellish energy leaking out. Is there actually a door connecting this place to hell?"

The demon's head was clearly also somewhat shocked.

"Murder House!"

As Ian went through his memories from before he traveled through time, he finally realized where this place was: a famous location from the first season of American Horror Story!

There truly is a gate to hell here. Although the "murder house" itself is not a direct entrance to hell, there is indeed a passage to hell connecting to this mansion.

That's why.

The mansion itself was also affected by the power of hell. It not only showed signs of being revitalized, but was also afflicted with a curse that would trap the soul of anyone who died inside the house in this space.