American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 117 Time Undead! Ian Steals the Account!
The rain continued through the night.

Thunder rolls.

The lightning not only ripped across the sky outside, but also seemed to illuminate the interior with countless blue flashes—the Speed ​​Force vortex in the center of the living room was spinning wildly like a black hole.

It mercilessly devoured everything around it. Leather sofas were torn to shreds and swept into it, instantly turning into dust. Even the floor tiles were ripped apart and sucked into that violent vortex of energy.

Ian only managed to save his mother's antique vase, but couldn't save his father's toolbox, which was placed further away—it seems Superman really was held back by something.

The toolbox was filled with Clark's favorite wrenches, pliers, and the like.

Several years of accumulation.

Farm boys love tinkering with these things.

Now it has been completely destroyed by fire.

The corpse of the recently deceased Reverse-Flash was also swept up and floated towards the core of the vortex. In the last moment before disappearing, his yellow uniform peeled off like burning paper.
The rapidly carbonizing body beneath was exposed.

The flesh and blood are withering away rapidly.

Even the corpses opened their eyes and roared—the speedsters gained the right to use the Speed ​​Force, so they also had to pay a price; their final destination was neither heaven nor hell.

Instead, they become slaves to the Speed ​​Force.

Just like those black figures swimming in the Speed ​​Force vortex. Each black figure represents a former speedster who will continue to serve the Speed ​​Force after death.

Until the end of time.

"What is that?" Ian also saw the black figure in the Speed ​​Force vortex. He asked knowingly, attempting to launch a sneak attack. However, Reverse-Flash easily dodged Ian's teleportation attack.

After all, the speed at which Ian’s eyeballs rotated determined where he landed, something that could not escape the observation of a speedster, not to mention that the newly appeared Reverse Lightning seemed to be much faster than the previous one.

He was already behind Ian's landing point when Ian moved his eyes, but he did not attack; he simply whispered in his electronic reverb.

“Ian Kent, you are a boy who should not exist. Perhaps the universe has endowed you with some wonderful abilities, but your abilities are insignificant in front of the speedsters.”

Despite not being particularly irritable, Reverse-Flash maintained his condescending tone, carrying the arrogance unique to speedsters: "The little tricks the universe has given you are utterly insignificant in front of a speedster like me."

"In the end, you are nothing more than a product of Flashpoint, created by our abilities." Reverse-Flash reappeared in another location the instant Ian turned to attack.

He still didn't retaliate against Ian. Reverse-Flash's focus remained entirely on the Speed ​​Force vortex; he clearly had no interest in killing Ian or the Flash.

The shadows in the vortex were reflected on his tattered mask.

The shadows writhed as if they were alive.

"Oh, really?" As Ian launched his attack again, his brain began to calculate frantically. He knew he needed enough data to analyze Reverse-Lightning's behavior patterns.

To deal with the fastest.

Most people can only rely on prediction.

Ian is the same.

"You will understand that I am simply stating the facts, and I hope that the pain of losing family members tonight will give you enough motivation to grow." This reverse lightning was at least twice as fast as the previous one.

"Just like your two older brothers."

He was too fast.

He could even stand still and slightly tilt his body to dodge Ian's anticipated heat beam. Of course, this time Ian's sneak attack was significantly closer to Reverse-Flash's attack than the last one.

This is genuine progress.

There's still a lot of room for improvement. Upstairs, Jonathan and Jordan were hunched over the edge of the broken ceiling, looking tense. They were startled when Reverse-Flash glanced at them.

"Damn it, what happened at home while I was studying?" Jordan seemed to only realize what had happened recently; before that, he had been holed up in his room wearing headphones.

It wasn't a crime committed against the wind.

Rather, true concentration allowed Jordan to practice controlling his super hearing, blocking out sounds he didn't want to hear, and only listening to the music and "yes" sounds he wanted to hear.

They said they were studying.

That's not wrong.

However, Jonathan hesitated to speak because of his slightly guilty expression.

“An intruder broke into the house, but I can’t get through to Dad on the phone…” Jonathan ultimately didn’t scold his younger brother, but instead stared at the living room below with a worried expression.

They all huddled together in the same corridor, watching from the sidelines.

“Dad’s a superhero, he’s probably just too busy. Maybe I should go help Ian, after all, I’m a little superhero too.” Jordan said, about to jump down.

Jonathan grabbed him.

It wasn't that Jonathan thought Jordan shouldn't go; he pulled a wooden box from under the bed, inside which were neatly arranged small idols of various styles. "You should hang some idols on yourself."

"Also, hang some on Ian as well. These are mystical protective gear. Although we also risk offending the gods, the enemy who destroys the idols is definitely more serious than our offense against the gods."

Jonathan is still as superstitious as ever.

Jordan, however, had no rebuttal.

He thought Jonathan's words made a lot of sense, so he took the idol that his older brother handed him and kept hanging it around his neck. Jonathan, seeing this, showed his meticulousness.

"Different vital parts require different statues. For example, the statue of God should be placed in your crotch. The most powerful god should naturally protect your most vulnerable spot."

Jonathan is teaching.

Jordan was genuinely giving feedback.

While the two were discussing the support plan, downstairs, facing Reverse Flash's verbal barrage, Ian's heart tightened. He stared intently at the man whose figure was constantly swaying in the distance.

"Losing family members? What are you talking about?"

Ian
In this regard.

Reverse Lightning just gave a wicked smile.

“You’ll get the news soon, don’t rush, I look forward to seeing your potential.” Reverse-Flash used his superb electronic music as a riddle, glancing at Barry Allen before assuming a running posture.

"Tonight marks the beginning of the Justice League's downfall, and it seems that each of us will have our own game to play." As Reverse-Flash finished speaking, he immediately began to run.

This guy instantly transformed into a streak of red lightning.

It rushes straight outside.

at the same time.

The Speed ​​Force vortex suddenly exploded!

Several dark figures darted out from within, rushing towards the living room like ghosts.

They have human forms, but are covered in rotting skin, with half of their faces made of flesh and half of dried bones, and wear black suits bearing the Speed ​​Force symbol.

"Hoohoo!"

The humanoid monster roared.

But it doesn't sound like a living thing.

They are—black lightning.

A timeless being with legs.

The Grim Reaper for speedsters.

Black Lightning exists for only one purpose: to end the lives of speedsters and villains in the DC Universe and pull the speedsters back into the Speed ​​Force to become part of them.

The moment the nine Time Undead appeared, these monsters locked their gazes outside—the red arcs of electricity from Reverse Lightning's escape still lingered on the street.

"Roar--"

The eight Time Undead flew out directly.

They instantly transformed into black streams of light.

Its speed even far surpasses that of ordinary speedsters. Clearly, this group's target is Reverse-Lightning, who doesn't belong to this time and space and whose abnormal state has been detected by the Speed ​​Force.

The time spirits moved in an extremely bizarre way, leaving charred footprints on the floor with each step, the footprints stretching forward like fast-forwarded images.

The eight pursuers chased and intercepted the enemy from eight different directions.

As for the remaining one...

"Bang!"

It stayed in place not because it didn't want to move, but because it and its "companion" had just emerged from the Speed ​​Force vortex and were still standing there twisting their necks and striking a pose when it was ambushed.

It's different from reverse lightning.

The Time Wraiths never care about those who dare to touch them.

They can hide.

But there's no need to hide at all.

All living things that touch them will have their lives taken away by them—that's why, due to carelessness and lack of evasion, a double-door refrigerator fell from the sky and slammed the unfortunate last of the Time Wraiths to the spot.

It was still a bit chilly inside.

of course.

The minus twenty degrees Celsius was not enough to slow down the undead for long; it ignored the obstacles of matter and broke through. However, Ian, who was prepared, grabbed its right leg, which it used to run.

"Ho ho ho!!"

The Time Wraith roared angrily, "I've always been the one reaping other people's time, how dare someone try to capture me today?" It glanced back at the little boy as if nothing had happened.

this moment.

The Time Ghost was bewildered.

It seemed to realize only now that it had encountered something unclean.

"Ho ho ho~"

It could not speak, or was no longer able to speak, and could only roar a warning at Ian who was holding it, and stretched out its hands in an attempt to take Ian's life directly.

however.

The Time Wraith soon discovered that its "innate" ability did not seem to be working properly; the other party not only did not move towards death, but its smile became increasingly grotesque.

"Wait for me for an hour, just one hour. You must be a super-nutritious species!" Ian's arm had indeed been eroded, but this only caused his flesh and blood to decay.

Berserker Experience +9

Berserker Experience +7

Berserker Experience +8

……

Ian stared at the countdown to his professional awakening.

He really didn't want to give up this rare species. Maybe by devouring the Time Wraith, he could gain a speed-related boost; if all else failed, he could even offer it to his adoptive father.

Just like the previous Demon God's Child!
Ian has had enough of the hardship of not having high base stats. He wants to be able to beat the Speed ​​Force just by relying on his stats, just like his father. The Speed ​​Force is indeed a natural counter to superheroes like him who don't have high base stats.

"It'll only take an hour! It won't take up much of your time!"

Ian was pulling the Time Wraith towards his body with all his might. Perhaps he hadn't told the truth enough in his daily life, because even the "ghost" didn't seem to believe his attempts to comfort it.

"Hoohoho!"

The ghost of time is struggling desperately.

It looks like a Komodo dragon caught by Indians.

When it found that Ian's hands were not moving, it even used its other foot to kick Ian's face—resulting in its other ankle being grabbed as well.

Facing the boy whose eyes were shining.

The Time Wraith finally made a decision that went against its identity as a speedster.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out—it had escaped by losing a leg. Its upper body frantically paved the ground, using its hands instead of legs to propel itself into the Speed ​​Force vortex like a black lightning bolt.

The outside world is too dangerous!

It wants to hide in the arms of the Speed ​​Force mother!
"Damn it! Come back! I won't eat you! Christmas is coming soon, I'll make you my reindeer." Of course, Ian couldn't catch up, and his deception didn't fool the Time Wraith.

after all.

The Time Wraith is simply dead.

He's not stupid.

They once had a very useful brain.

"If I go inside, can I also become a speedster?" Ian wasn't always so bold; at least at this moment, he was hesitant to act rashly and follow the time-traveling undead.

of course.

The Speed ​​Force didn't give him a choice either.

"Brush~"

The Speed ​​Force vortex vanished almost instantly, as if it had never existed, and the living room returned to silence from its noisy state.

It disappeared too quickly.

It's as if the Speed ​​Force itself is worried that Ian will rush into its body.

"Don't do this, Santa's Ian's reindeer, now only has two reindeer legs left?" The two legs that Ian was holding in his arms were still trying to escape his clutches.

however.

Even though the red Speed ​​Force was flashing on their legs, it was still useless. Ian was very strong, and they were still pressed hard into his arms.

Berserker Experience +4

Berserker Experience +3

Berserker Experience +3

……

Some force is still corroding Ian's chest.

But it's not a big problem.

Once the self-healing frenzy is activated, the lost life force will be replenished. The power that constantly corrodes his body even makes Ian feel a kind of pleasure hidden in the corrosion.

The legs of the Time Ghost.

It could very well become Ian's new leveling artifact.

"Good stuff!"

Ian examined the two twitching legs of the Time Undead as if they were new toys.

The black limbs twisted in his hands. The red arcs of electricity crackling on the surface of his legs made a "crackling" sound from time to time.

"Ian! I'm here to save you!"

Jordan's voice came from above. With a "thud," the second young master crashed into the living room in a rather inelegant manner, his body bulging with the idols Jonathan had given him.

It looks quite funny.

But there was also a strange sense of solemnity about it.

"What about people?"

Jordan, exuding an aura of religion, looked around, his gaze finally settling on the legs that were flailing about in Ian's hands. He was somewhat surprised, with a look of utter astonishment.

"I can't give this to you, I have a better use for it!" Ian's vigilance immediately rose, and just in case, he quickly hid the Time Wraith's legs behind his back.

"I know they must have some wonderful use. Don't be silly, why would I steal your things, Second Brother? I just wanted to ask, what was that man in yellow all about?"

Jordan coughed lightly.

The topic was abruptly changed.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“That’s Reverse Lightning.” Barry Allen’s voice suddenly broke in. The speedster had woken up at some point and was leaning against the broken wall, rubbing his bruised neck.

“He came looking for me. I’m sorry to have dragged you into this.” Barry Allen’s voice carried a hint of guilt; he felt that it was his fault that the family’s children had suffered such an undeserved misfortune.

Actually, nobody cares about this.

"oh oh."

Jordan's gaze was shifty, and his focus was clearly quite unusual.

"It's him, not her?"

He didn't know what he was expecting. His second brother, who suffered from social anxiety, lacked a fulfilling adolescence, so it was clear that he had a tendency to be extremely repressed and ostentatious.

Ian couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

He had paid special attention to this beforehand.

His second brother was still in the room. When the roof was blasted open for some reason, he instinctively peeked out, but then shrank back after seeing the figure in the sky that had been shot and Ian.

"It seems our lab has never thought about this question before. That's true, no one can say for sure what the gender of Reverse Lightning is. Maybe I'll have to tell Dr. Wilson about your guess when I get back."

“If Reverse Flash is a female speedster, then we must have been looking in the wrong direction before.” Barry Allen seemed to have been inspired by Jordan’s ingenious idea.

He woke up relatively late.

Therefore, they have no idea what happened before.

Ian hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

And right now.

Barry Allen then looked at Ian, who was holding his two legs.

"You fought Reverse-Flash? And... are those the legs of a Time Wraith you're holding?" He was clearly shocked by another round of Ian's words.

Those are time-dead spirits that speedsters can't avoid at all!
How come there are only two legs left?
And it was even being held in the little boy's hand??

All of a sudden.

The Flash simply couldn't piece together what had happened before.

“There were two Reverse-Flashes. One ran right into my second brother’s gun and was seriously injured. Then the other Reverse-Flash killed him.” Ian had a Time Undead’s leg tucked under each of his arms.

He recounted the outrageous things that had happened to him.

The various time travel issues involving the speedsters are probably something even the Flash couldn't figure out; just look at the shocked expression on Barry Allen's face to see that.

"Two Reverse Lightning Bolts?"

Barry Allen suddenly stood up straight.

I almost triggered the Speed ​​Force.

"No wonder time undead have appeared!"

His gaze was fixed intently on the area below Ian's arm.

“I think you should… let it go… it’s poisonous.” Barry Allen even shrank back further, clearly terrified of the Time Wraith.

"If it weren't poisonous, I wouldn't like them at all."

Ian blinked.

He looked at his corroded armpits, and the experience points that the system was giving him from time to time were becoming less and less. He even felt that the "toxicity" of the Time Wraith was a bit weak.

"..."

Barry Allen was also unsure how to respond to Ian's statement.

He didn't even understand why Ian could still speak. Logically speaking, Ian should have been dead by now, since the Time Wraith is someone who kills anyone it touches.

Are Kryptonians really that powerful?

Barry Allen, who had never encountered this situation before, was clearly caught off guard by a gap in his knowledge.

"You saved us all, you must be exhausted. I can help you get some; I might not be afraid of the poison." Jordan's overly solicitous manner seemed suspiciously like he was up to no good.

"No, I have to use them to spur myself on. When I catch that Reverse Lightning, I'll make him deliver takeout to me 24/7."

Ian had already made a mental note of his feud with Reverse-Flash. This matter would take at least thirty years for Reverse-Flash to be resolved, as he felt that Reverse-Flash's suit was naturally suited for delivering food.

"???"

Barry Allen fell silent after hearing Ian's statement.

“You know I own a food delivery company? I’ve entrusted it to Uncle Bruce to manage,” Ian said to Barry Allen, preemptively taking over the reins.

Hear the words.

Barry Allen swallowed hard.

“I can’t… I can’t deliver food, I have other jobs.” He seemed afraid that Ian would drag him into delivering food too; the Flash’s thinking is sometimes just that peculiar.

"That's such a shame. You're my Uncle Barry—I'll buy you health insurance. Aren't you tempted? You can become a shareholder after working for me for thirty years."

Ian's allure made Barry Allen's lips twitch uncontrollably.

He wanted to faint again.

Just then, Jonathan, who had already made dozens of calls without anyone answering, walked back from the side with his phone in hand and a worried expression.

"I still can't get through to Dad on the phone."

He had a bad feeling.

“I’ll go find Dad right away.” Ian thought of Reverse-Flash’s words and felt a little uneasy. He grabbed the Flash’s suit that he had taken off and went to the burst water pipe to wash it.

The heads of Aquaman and Mera were still buried in the fish tank, blowing bubbles.

“You don’t actually need to do my laundry. You should go find Clark and Diana.” Barry Allen awkwardly sat down on the concrete in the ruins, helped by Jonathan.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Actually, my leg will be fully healed soon. I can wash my own clothes, and I might be able to help you guys later."

The Flash has always been very passionate about being a superhero.

however.

The sound of water could still be heard not far away.

no respond.

After a while.

Ian walked out, shaking his wet hands, followed by a guilty-looking Jordan—the burly boy carrying a wad of cash in his left hand and a familiar chainsaw in his right.

"No rush, Uncle Barry, take good care of your injury."

Ian flashed a sunny smile. "My Franklin has already told Jordan that he'll make sure your legs stay in Schrödinger's ideal condition."

The youngest son of the Kent family seemed quite understanding.

however.

Barry Allen, however, was not happy at all.

"What are you doing?"

Barry Allen dared not look any longer, fearing he might brace himself with his hands and use his superhuman speed to escape—he saw that the boy in the distance had already put on his uniform.

To be precise, it was like forcibly stuffing herself into his uniform.

The red and gold bodysuit stretched grotesquely into Ian's body, and the mask hung askew behind his head. The ill-fitting uniform gave off a rather cheap vibe.

“Clearly, I’m now a core member of the Justice League—The Flash.” Ian had found a way to join the Justice League, and he once again used his traditional skills.

A master hacker.

There is no account that Ian cannot steal in this world; there are only accounts he wants to steal or hasn't yet attempted to steal. The previous Batman incident has already successfully demonstrated just how sophisticated his account-stealing methods are.

The world only knows superheroes.

Nobody cares who the person under the superhero costume is.

uniform.

That's the true nature of heroes!

"??????" Barry's mouth formed an "O" shape. This bothered him even more than seeing Iris on a date with another man—at least that time the other woman wasn't wearing his battle suit!

“I am the Flash!” Barry protested weakly.

“Who would know if I wore the uniform?” Ian blinked and began wrapping the exposed wires around his body. “The Justice League can’t do without me—I mean, it can’t do without the Flash.”

He promptly corrected his statement, and his good second brother immediately began to play the straight man.

“I know that. The Flash is an indispensable member of the Justice League, just like the 3D zone can’t do without My Little Pony!” Good Second Brother’s words silenced everyone in the room.

This also includes Ian.

As if realizing he had said the wrong thing, Jordan quickly ran to Jonathan—the gentlest of the family's older brothers was helping the fish tank, whose injuries seemed beyond repair.

“Ian said that Atlanteans use seaweed to heal their wounds. He couldn’t find any seaweed, but he gave me this seaweed.” Jonathan was sticking seaweed onto the two superheroes in the fish tank.

Like the same kind of seaweed snack as Boli Nori.

"let me help you."

Jordan is prepared to ostrich in this area.

however.

"You have to stay and watch over Uncle Barry!"

Ian called him back again.

With no other option, Jordan returned to the ruins of the living room, sat down next to Barry Allen, and placed the chainsaw he was carrying—which he wasn't going to leave empty-handed—on Barry Allen's lap.

"Sorry, Uncle Barry, Ian gave too much..." Jordan began to apologize in advance as Barry Allen trembled. Knowing that the brat was capable of anything, Barry Allen quickly looked at Ian again.

"But you don't have the Speed ​​Force, how can you be the Flash?" Barry Allen was too busy complaining to care anymore. He stared helplessly at Ian, who was hanging wires on his body.

“I can pretend I have it.”

Ian pulled out his miniature nuclear reactor, connected it, and debugged it. Then, blue arcs of electricity appeared on his body, which he eventually turned into yellow arcs.

“Few people know that I’m actually a top student.” Ian spoke softly, feeling the electric current stimulating his body, without any boasting in his tone.

Berserker Experience +1

He increased the current.

The electric arcs on his body intensified.

The damage is not high.

"Your brother's about to be electrocuted!" The Flash smelled the scent of his own suit. He frantically shook the boy sitting next to him, using a chainsaw to subdue his broken leg.

Barry Allen felt his suit was beyond repair, but he didn't want Superman's youngest son to be ruined too.

“Ian has his own plans.” Jordan didn’t move, as steady as a mountain, the chainsaw firmly pointed at Barry’s cast. He and Jonathan both knew who the smartest kid in the family was.

“That’s right, I have my own plan. Uncle Barry, now that you’ve lost your physical form, I don’t blame you for not recognizing this as my Speed ​​Force resonance. That’s how magnanimous the Flash is.”

Ian's voice also successfully incorporated electronic music elements.

He couldn't make his muscles tremble to that indistinct degree, but fortunately, the Flash's classic hood only allowed his mouth to be exposed.

As long as the mouth can tremble, that's fine.

“Well? There’s always a way. This time, we’re definitely not going to get beaten up because Ian is still at home, but the Flash will go to support the Justice League, who are incredibly loyal to him.” Ian first glanced at the dumbfounded bootleg Flash, then looked seriously at his second brother.

"It's time to say your lines."

He gave a quiet reminder.

"oh oh."

Jordan quickly lowered his voice after realizing what was happening.

“Run, Ian, run…you are the fastest man in the world.” His tone was so dramatic that Barry Allen, standing beside him, straightened his neck and made a very interesting expression.

"It's starting! Run!"

Ian simply tied the thighs of the two time undead to his own legs—the wildly writhing time undead carried him away; four legs are definitely faster than two.

"Whoosh!"

Ian has truly succeeded in finding a way to steal the speed that only the fastest can possess without paying a price—the outside of his two legs shimmer with the true Speed ​​Force!

"Bang~"

Ian crashed through the wall.

It's as if they've become speedsters as well.

He ran very fast.

It's just that it's a little difficult to control the steering when turning.

The problem is not big.

Using teleportation to control steering is perfectly fine.

　It's my fault for not managing my time well. If I lied to you and said I had an exam tomorrow, would you believe me even though I'm thirty years old? — I have to write 20,000 words tomorrow, that's for sure.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)