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

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"Train your mind and superpowers?" Clark wasn't surprised that Ian could control the corrosive energy; he had already noticed Ian's unusual nature when he followed him.

"Yes, that's right... This is a kind of test for me by the boss!" Ian started to raise the banner. He often liked to tell little lies, and now he was doing it to preserve his negative state.

In this regard.

Clark paused for a moment, but did not insist further. This was mainly because he truly did not understand Ian's strange abilities and was also worried that his intervention might affect Ian's "growth".

“If you feel unwell, be sure to tell me immediately.” Clark weighed the options for a moment before finally deciding to compromise. He knew that the energy within Ian was different from what he had been infected with before.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely go to Dad if there’s any problem. After all, I’m terrified of dying.” Ian nodded quickly. He was telling the truth. For many years, he had worried that his life might be sacrificed at any moment.

Fortunately, things are different now.

[Resisting Death] gave him an unprecedented sense of peace.

and.

Name: Ian Kent

[Common Occupation: Student lv7 [78/640]]

[Special Class: Berserker LV3 [4/40]]

[Global Recognition: Independent NPC]

The change in the panel was also something Ian was quite pleased with. His [World Recognition] had changed, from [Ordinary NPC] to [Independent NPC].

This was clearly the reward from "them" that Miss Death had mentioned. Although it still carried the label "NPC," Ian believed it was a character with its own "storyline." Yes, it was no longer the kind of tragic sacrifice used to appease the heavens at the slightest disagreement; it would take at least two or three disagreements before it was sacrificed.

The state of "resisting death".

This makes him even more difficult to kill.

Unless something extraordinary happens, it's unlikely to affect him. This is the stable life Ian has been dreaming of for the past fourteen years!

If only we could have done this sooner.

Why would a minor, harmless psychological problem arise?

"Praise be to Miss Death!"

Ian prayed silently in his heart.

He could feel that whenever he prayed, he would connect with some mysterious will in the dark. And now, he immediately sensed the other party's speechless expression.

"Oh, right, Dad, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Ian's stomach was rumbling because he had used the [Self-Healing Frenzy] ability, and he looked down at the street that was getting closer and closer, full of anticipation.

“Just eat the nutritionally limited white food you’ve been talking about,” Clark replied, then paused for a moment, “Don’t say anything that will frighten your mother when you get home.”

“She’s been feeling tightness in her chest lately, and her health isn’t very good.” Clearly, Clark was afraid that Ian would say something shocking when he got back, causing Louise, an ordinary person, to have huge emotional ups and downs.

"no problem!"

Ian patted his father's steely chest and made his promise.

"..."

Superman was extremely frustrated.

soon.

He then took Ian back home.

In the dining room.

Warm yellow light shone on the wooden dining table. Louise came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly cooked eggs. Clark had already changed back into his home sweater and put on his home glasses.

Where are you guys?

Ian didn't find his brother playing video games in the living room.

“They also have social needs, so they won’t be back for dinner tonight.” Louise served Ian a few fried eggs, and then brought out a large bowl of creamy mashed potatoes full of sugar from the kitchen.

"Mom, do you mean Jonathan went on a date with a girl, while Jordan was just wandering around the streets like a street urchin, pretending that he was also on a date with a girl?"

Ian knew his two older brothers too well; he wasn't worried about getting diabetes at such a young age, so he immediately filled his plate with lots of creamy mashed potatoes.

"Yes……"

Louise nodded helplessly.

She also knows her three sons well.

Therefore.

Louise was also quite skeptical of Ian's "background recap" just now.

"Let me reiterate what you just said."

"Are you sure a goddess who has lived for countless billions of years loves you to death, and because she can't bear to see you hurt, she's willing to risk losing her divine position to guide you to resolve a crisis that could affect your father?" To be honest, it's no wonder Louise's expression became increasingly strange.

She felt like this was a plot straight out of one of Ian's nonsensical romance novels. Ever since reading Ian's work, Louise felt like her brain was about to explode.

"Yes, I actually helped her solve a big problem, but she was too embarrassed to say thank you." Ian had been keeping this in mind ever since they met at the sewage treatment plant.

I still hold a grudge.

Chapter 53 An Uninvited Guest! Who is this visitor?

Even though Ian was indeed quite melancholy.

Sincere love.

But Louise still didn't quite believe what he said. Not only that, Louise also felt that Clark shouldn't believe him either; Superman's physical abilities and poison resistance should definitely be higher than hers, an ordinary person's.

Where is the brain?

"You just believe him like that?" Louise looked at Clark, who was eating with his head down, not wanting to get involved. Clark quickly put down his spoon and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

“There are always many things in this world that we can’t explain… Our family itself is quite unscientific, so it’s not impossible that Ian met a goddess that only he can see.” Clark didn’t answer directly, but used a more tactful approach—he genuinely believed that there was some truth in Ian’s words.

"Of course I don't doubt how magical this world is... I've seen a lot since I've been with you, but even so, what Ian is saying is still a bit too bizarre."

Louise sighed heavily.

“A little artistic embellishment, not much—you know, Mom, I’m a writer, I can’t help myself,” Ian blinked, quickly trying to cover it up.

He originally planned to just focus on cooking.

However, considering that I now have two powerful figures I need to curry favor with.

then.

“Praise be to Miss Death, thank you for your dinner…and thank my godfather.” Ian had never been a henchman, so he simply followed the Christian customs.

Both rain and dew are touched.

No one is treated unfairly.

The Death Knight remained aloof and offered no response, perhaps because he couldn't. However, the Death Knight, who reconnected with him through prayer, was a different story.

"Shut up!"

He even directly responded to Ian with an angry curse. See, relationships are built over time; not only did he reply to the message instantly, but it was even a voice message! Ian felt his head buzzing.

However, this is the case.

He still had something to say.

“Oh, no, Mom, there’s no artistic embellishment anymore, it’s just a crush.” Ian’s tone was decisive, leaving Clark and Louise completely bewildered.

The couple had no idea what had happened.

Even if what you're saying is true.

Louise rolled her eyes and decided to drop the subject. She picked up a spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of boiled greens, and slammed it into Ian's bowl.

"Even if you're madly in love with a super goddess, you still have to eat all these green vegetables tonight." It has to be said, a mother's love is silent, but hard to swallow.

Listen to what your mother says.

Ian looked at the extra green vegetables in his bowl and his face turned ashen.

Broccoli.

It may be one of the symbolic foods of elite families.

However, he is definitely the nemesis of meat lovers like him.

"Bah~"

Ian had just taken a bite.

next moment.

Then he saw his silent father stand up, clearly annoyed.

"Ding dong~"

The direction of the main gate.

The doorbell rang immediately afterward.

"I'll go, I'll go."

Ian quickly spat out the broccoli in his mouth and rushed towards the door. However, someone was faster than him; Ian only saw a blur before Clark was blocking his way.

"I come."

Clark shoved Ian behind him.

immediately.

He gritted his teeth and opened the door.

"Bruce, we agreed that you can't disturb my normal life." He clearly already knew who the visitor was, and his tone was very displeased as he spoke to the person outside the door.

The name immediately startled Ian, who quickly turned his head to look through Clark's broad arms towards the door. There stood a distinguished middle-aged man in a custom-made suit.

He was exceptionally tall and robust.

However, it doesn't seem particularly exaggerated.

He exuded the aura unique to old-money families. It was Bruce Wayne, the master of Gotham, the Dark Knight of the night, using a false identity to conceal his true form!

“I’m not here to see you, Clark,” Bruce interrupted calmly, his gaze passing over Superman’s broad shoulders and landing on Ian, who was peeking out from behind.