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

Chapter 120 The True Darkened Superman! Who is Doomsday?

The mountain breeze swept through the treetops.

A few yellow leaves curled up, carrying the chill of early autumn.

The forest should be quiet at dawn.

However, the frantic roars in the distance and the overwhelming fel storm illuminated the sky with a deep green, making everything seem as if it had been filtered through a terrifying lens.

After bringing his family to the safe hilltop, Superman quickly returned, leaving Lois and Ian behind, though they now appear to be in slightly different states.

Ian was the son who was thrown directly to the ground.

Louise, on the other hand, was gently placed on a tree stump as his wife.

“I strongly protest this discrimination.” Ian lay sprawled on the ground, his face pressed against the damp moss, the unique scent of soil mixed with humus filling his nostrils.

"Why do I always get grabbed by the back of the neck, while Mom gets held gently in her arms?" Ian spat out the grass clippings in his mouth and turned to look at the tree stump ten feet away.

His mother, Louise Lane, was sitting quietly on that oak stump.

He was holding the orange cat in his arms, the one that always stole his sandwiches.

"Maybe it's because we were married?" Louise scratched the orange cat's chin and blinked—Mom's hair was still perfectly styled, and she looked incredibly dignified.

“I could… okay, I can’t.” Ian stopped his subconscious rant and instead launched into the full-fledged answer, “This is blatant discrimination!”

"What era are we living in! Why is there still discrimination against America! When will children be treated the same as adults?" Ian escalated the issue to the point that children need their own anti-discrimination laws. Louise was already used to his grandstanding style.

After all, both Clark and she were journalists.

Ian isn't the only one in the family who likes to make a big fuss.

“If you prefer the treatment Jordan gets, I can have your dad grab your ankle next time and then lift you up in his hand and fly,” Louise offered her mother’s suggestion.

"Like catching chicks?"

Ian raised his eyebrows.

They almost reached his hairline.

“To be precise, they’re chicks that are about to be caught and plucked in the kitchen.” Louise displayed her adjectives as an excellent journalist, and her words made Ian swallow hard.

"Then forget it. I suddenly think being a kitten is pretty good. I guess Dad's favorite son is still me!" Ian didn't know what Jordan had done to make his father so angry.

really.

Second brother is still second brother.

He always liked to cause trouble more than his third brother. To show that he was the best boy, Ian even went up to Louise and gave her a light shoulder massage.

"You should have time to tell me what happened now, right?" Louise looked at the strange phenomenon in the distance; her mood wasn't actually that good.

The eerie screams from the sewage treatment plant could still be heard here. Things were happening very quickly, and Louise, who had been working overtime, was still a little dazed.

"What's with that Clark who's about to mutate? And those two legs you've tucked under your armpits..." She hadn't understood what had happened since she left the newspaper office.

“Uncle Barry is still alive. This isn’t Uncle Barry’s leg; it’s a gift from the Speed ​​Force—the Speed ​​Force Iron has a crush on me.” Ian recounted how he found the wild Flash and brought him home.

There are some modifiers.

not much.

It's only about 30,000 to 50,000 words.

"You mean, you and Jordan teamed up, brothers, to stop a major villain called 'Reverse-Flash' from killing the Flash? And this 'Reverse-Flash' is actually a major villain from another universe?"

Louise probably understood what had happened at home while she was working overtime; she had long since developed an ear that could automatically filter out Ian's embellishments.

"Yes, that's it."

Ian chose to share the credit with Jordan.

great.

Needless to say.

He has always been such a gentle person.

"That Clark is from a parallel universe, right? Unlike the two clones you had before? That Clark is the original form of the clones?"

Louise gradually figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Yes, it was all a Luthor conspiracy, but a Luthor from another parallel universe... He and the vampire with fake breasts we encountered might be in cahoots."

Ian doesn't actually have a clear understanding of the whole picture.

Even though he could draw upon the minds of the Asgardians and the Sorcerer Supreme, the amount of information he controlled was still quite limited. The clues he could gather only allowed him to discern that a conspiracy was brewing.

"It's Luther again, Luther, Luther... I'm not surprised at all." Louise sighed. After so many years of marriage with Clark, she had long been used to this man who was even more of a third party than a third party himself.

"The nemesis is like this: Luthor is Dad's nemesis." After being enlightened by his benefactor Lucifer, Ian already had a deeper understanding of the destiny of the DC universe.

"I know."

Louise didn't seem surprised by this statement; she was just very worried. "This time, the situation seems different from before, and I realize there's a very serious problem."

have to say.

A woman's intuition is indeed very accurate.

"The problem is indeed quite serious. If my super eyes are not mistaken and my super brain is not wrong in its analysis, that fake father should be turning into Doomsday."

Ian looked up and gazed into the distance.

In the pitch-black night sky, two scarlet-green energy rays tore through the clouds, accompanied by a deafening roar. The entire sky began to twist and burn, tinged with an eerie, malevolent hue.

It was like a nightmare descending upon the world.

"What? Doomsday!?" Louise stood up abruptly, her voice trembling slightly with belated shock, and even the orange cat in her arms fell to the ground.

Of course she knew the name.

It was a past that, even after many years, still haunts the memory. The Justice League had faced annihilation more than once, but the Doomsday invasion was the one Lois found most unforgettable.

"No way, Doomsday, I remember it as a huge one, over ten meters tall, just like the one you imagine yourself to be." Louise was a mother who liked to peek into her little boy's diary.

But it's okay.

Ian's purpose in writing the diary was to let others read it secretly; people who don't like others reading their diaries wouldn't write one. In this instance, Mom simply fell into Ian's trap.

Ian continues to win.

He believed that if his mother continued to peek, one day she would definitely not be able to tell the difference between him and Ultraman Tiga, and perhaps the same would happen when archaeologists in later generations found his diary.

Faced with my mom's endless chatter.

Ian pretended not to realize anything.

"Just like adults and children, Doomsday also has a Great Doomsday, a Small Doomsday, and a Super Doomsday," Ian explained to Louise using his peculiar analogy.

Doomsday is a nightmare etched into the genes of Kryptonians.

They will awaken under certain specific circumstances.

Some speculate that this is an inevitable consequence of developing biotechnology, while others believe that behind the Kryptonians' immense power lies a portion of their genetic code belonging to the ancient Doomsday.

Because Krypton has been destroyed.

No one can say for sure what the real answer is.

The only thing that is certain is that Doomsday was truly powerful.

Although the individual that becomes Doomsday will be defeated and killed in battle, it can still be resurrected and evolved, constantly overcoming its weaknesses to become a more perfect creature.

"No wonder the Justice League almost failed when they went all out before..." This was the first time Louise had learned about Doomsday in such detail, and the more she listened, the more terrified she became.

"But that fake Clark doesn't seem that big, does he? He shouldn't be that strong?" Louise asked with a glimmer of hope, which was what she was praying for.

After all, the last time we saw Doomsday...

Louise has almost completely lost Clark.

The same goes for Earth.

No one who comes here would want to see the old story repeat itself.

“It’s hard to say. Doomsdays do have varying degrees of strength, but this Doomsday is different; it has fel energy.” Ian could sense the fel energy in the air.

They're already so far apart.

God knows how much evil energy was injected into that zombie superman.

"Fel energy?"

Louise didn't know what it was.

However, this did not stop her heart from leaping into her throat again.

His expression grew increasingly worried.

"Don't worry, if there's fel energy, then I'll definitely be involved. After all, this is my story." Ian trusted the high-dimensional bigwig's judgment. He remembered that Miss Death had said that she also had her own unique story.

of course.

Whether it's a story or not isn't really important. What Ian cares about most is the energy aura emanating from Doomsday. His [Entropy Lord] exclusive organ has already allowed him to smell the fragrance of an upgrade.

Under such circumstances.

How could this incident be complete without him?

"I will not let Doomsday hit my dad. If Doomsday wants to hit someone, let it hit me first—I am an indispensable paladin in the Justice League."

"I'm willing to take all the damage for all the members!" Ian declared his greed with righteous indignation. He even suddenly realized that although he didn't have the Paladin class, it didn't seem to prevent him from creating the Sacrifice class, which many Paladins had, within his own magic system.
They can even come up with sudden, whimsical ideas.

Reverse Sacrifice

Ian couldn't even imagine how wonderful his life would be and how fast he would level up if his followers learned this magic and transferred all the damage they suffered to him!
"A double-digit intelligence stat is really useful!" Ian knew, of course, that this stat only represented thinking and reaction speed, and it was precisely this characteristic that he praised that allowed him to make better use of his super brain.

They're all super brains.

It's definitely the strongest already.

No upgrade required.

It's just a matter of seeing if we can use it better.

“Your dad told you to stay here. And didn’t you say you were the Flash?” Louise said helplessly, rummaging around but unable to find her special drink.

She didn't need to see Ian wiggle his butt to know what Ian wanted to do.

"The Flash was a pure sewer version, but now I've evolved. I'm the wild Paladin Ian."

Ian took off his tattered battle suit, the artificial Speed ​​Force arcs on it had actually been deactivated when he carried Louise away earlier.

Of course he remembers that.

After all, he likes his mother, who is mature enough.

I don't like being overly familiar with my mother.

“You won’t be of any help even if you go. I don’t want to lose both my husband and son on the same day.” Louise tried to stop Ian; she had even prepared for the worst.

however.

“If Dad were to die, he would be so angry after hearing what you said that he would die. But he’s not dead yet… He won’t die in the end either, because his beloved son will soon become his strong support.”

"To uphold justice, to protect my family, even if it's hell ahead, I will be at the forefront! This is my way as a superhero of the new era!"

"It's the same thing as the Way of the Ninja! Paladin! Activate!"

Ian knew that emotional appeals were needed before the big battle.

He's just being sentimental.

The kind that gets your blood pumping.

It was as if she hadn't heard Louise's objections at all.

“I didn’t see any paladins, I only saw pure savages.” Louise rubbed her forehead as she watched Ian, who had taken off his tattered battle robes, begin to weave something from the surrounding vines and leaves.

If I read that correctly.

It's a wild man's grass skirt.

"Anyway, my chivalry will surely move heaven and earth, and move everyone in the Justice League." Ian put on the grass skirt to cover his big shorts.

no way.

The Flash's suit is so tattered it's practically an 18+ rated uniform temptation.

At least for now.

He looks like he's only 16+ at most.

“Your father will beat you.” Louise didn’t know how to persuade Ian. She only knew that Ian seemed to have no fear of death ever since he hooked up with the goddess who controlled death.

As an ordinary person.

Louise found it hard to imagine what this situation would be like.

"It doesn't matter."

Ian's eyes were unusually determined.

"What is family? Family is when even if my dad pulls out his Gucci belt, I will stand firmly by his side, and he will eventually realize that I am his best son."

He was still trying to get emotional.

He started stacking buffs for himself.

They even brought out the logging family.

He wanted to do this to ensure he could draw enough of Doomsday's firepower later. Of course, this was also a way to put pressure on Jonathan and Jordan, who weren't there.

Another win-win situation.

"..."

Louise looked helpless.

She picked up the cat from the ground again, knowing that as an ordinary person, she couldn't offer Clark any real help—but perhaps Ian could truly pull off a miracle?
With mixed feelings.

The mother chose to believe her youngest son.

She was pretending that she had already drunk quite a bit.

It seems poised to evolve into a conceptual level of rational hero.

"Meow~"

The orange cat is tilting its head.

It seems like they don't understand the family's mental state.

but.

As a cat.

Perhaps there's no need to worry about so much? Thinking this, the orange cat nestled in Louise's arms and dozed off again, its body clearly continuing to evolve.

"What are you trying to do now?"

Louise watched as Ian pretended to be oblivious and continued to entangle the family in her efforts to stop him. She didn't want to continue with her pointless advice anyway.

however.

Unfortunately, Ian's next move was truly beyond her comprehension—the boy pulled the Speed ​​Force calf out from under his armpit and then began to tie the two legs to his arms.

The left leg is tied to the right arm.

The right leg is tied to the left arm.

Driven by his erratic Speed ​​Force legs, Ian began to spin like a top—his authority in the use of bio-external equipment had reached a new level.

“I’m going to tell The Flash that the correct way to use the Speed ​​Force is not to increase movement speed, but to increase attack speed.” Before he finished speaking, Ian’s body instantly turned into a spinning vortex of Speed ​​Force.

He rushed back the way he came, bringing with him a gust of wind and fallen leaves. Bushes were uprooted in his wake, squirrels scurried up the treetops with shrieks, and a flock of startled crows flew about in all directions.

The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping.

Nothing more.

"We can't let the animal protection association see this."

Louise murmured to herself.

He casually picked up a few wild fruits that had fallen in front of him and took a bite.

She chewed.

It looks like they're trying to brew fruit wine in their mouths on the spot?
"Meow~"

The orange cat looked up.

Curious, she nudged Louise's chin.

"You want to eat too?"

Louise broke off a small piece and handed it to the cat. The orange cat took a bite, its face instantly contorting, its eyes widening, its mouth opening into an "O" shape, and a "coo-coo-coo" sound coming from its throat.

This is clearly something that's actually sour.

"Unappetizing."

Louise's expression changed at this point, and she disgustedly threw away the fruit in her hand. A rabbit fell in front of her, but Louise, filled with worry, had no intention of eating the roasted rabbit.

"After this fight, I'll retire from this life and go home for dinner." Ian's voice came from afar, as he gave himself another buff that guaranteed him a beating.

“But there’s no one to cook for you at home right now. By the way, do we even have a home anymore?” Based on Ian’s previous description, Louise roughly understood what she would see when she returned.

She sighed helplessly.

"I hope everything goes well."

Louise sat on a tree stump, the orange cat curled up at her feet, the night breeze gently ruffling her hair. She gazed in the direction Ian had gone, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

disturbed?

pride?

Perhaps it's more of a sense of helplessness as a mortal.

“At a time like this, I have no way to help my son and husband. I can only wait here for the outcome.” Louise couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

She was not a warrior, but she never backed down.

She used her pen to record the truth and her words to convey her beliefs. However, faced with such supernatural events, as an ordinary person, her pen could not offer any help.

The wind is still blowing.

Under a lush green night sky.

Louise could only pray while holding the cat in her arms.

And at this time.

"Soo soo soo~"

Scattered sounds came from the woods.

It felt as if something was slowly approaching, stepping on fallen leaves and broken branches.

Louise immediately tensed up.

He instinctively picked up the cat, who was still sticking out its tongue.

There's something there.

Louise spoke softly.

Perhaps it truly understood human speech, for the orange cat lifted its head from her outstretched hands, its ears twitching alertly, its golden pupils shrinking to slits in the dim light.

I saw.

A low, hoarse breathing sounded from the bushes not far away.

"Wolves! What are the animal protection associations protecting?!" Louise looked up alertly, her gaze sweeping in the direction of the sound. She saw the coyotes, which are extremely prevalent in the American Midwest.

Wild hyenas slowly emerged from the jungle.

It was clearly disturbed by Ian that caused it to flee its habitat.

Startled, the coyote appeared extremely angry and aggressive, its yellow eyes fixed on Louise, a low growl rumbling in its throat.

"This time I'll buy you a hundred bottles of catnip."

Louise replicated her actions when facing the vampire heroine.

Before the coyote could pounce...

"Meow~"

The orange cat, who had once been a stray, could not resist such temptation. Its pupils suddenly lit up with a fiery red light as it aimed at the coyote that looked ready to pounce.

call out!
A thin but deadly heat beam pierced precisely through the hyena's skull. The beast didn't even have time to let out a howl before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

The smell of burning permeated the air.

Louise blinked and looked down at the cat in her arms.

"Wow."

She sighed softly.

"Maybe we could form a duo called 'Cats and Reporters'?"

Louise was finding joy in hardship.

"Meow~"

The orange cat rubbed against her wrist triumphantly, as if asking for praise.

"Don't worry, I'll remember your kindness... I don't have anything to reward you right now, and I don't know how much longer we'll have to stay in this godforsaken place. I hope Ian and Clark can resolve their troubles and come back to me together." Louise let out a soft breath, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

She looked around and, after confirming that there were no other threats, sat back down on the tree stump.

However, the next moment, the orange cat that Louise put back in her arms suddenly bristled, its fur standing on end, its ears pressed back, and a low warning growl came from its throat.

The night wind howled.

The branches and leaves in the forest suddenly began to sway violently.

It seemed to foreshadow some kind of crisis.

"Are there still wild beasts?"

Louise was also somewhat bewildered.

She looked up.

Following the orange cat's gaze—under the green night sky, a dark figure silently floated high in the air, its back to the moonlight, looking down at the earth from its lofty position.

Precisely.

It was looking down at Louise, who was sitting on the tree stump.

The silhouette was long and slender.

The cloak fluttered slightly in the night.

That was a figure Louise knew very well. However, what was unfamiliar was the way that figure looked at her, full of scrutiny and utterly foreign.

"This is……"

Louise turned on a flashlight.

then.

She then saw a reflective "S" icon on the chest of the figure in mid-air.

"Oh no, we're doomed."

Louise did not lift the cat this time.

She is not a fool either.

On the contrary, it is very smart.

The dark figure was slowly descending.

really.

That's—Superman.

A superman with a cold face and indifferent eyes.

.........

The night was very green.

Dark clouds rolled in.

It was as if the entire sky was trembling in anticipation of the impending disaster. Above a sewage treatment plant on the outskirts of the metropolis, which was destined to be abandoned, two figures hovered beneath the deep green clouds.

Clark was on high alert.

The cloak fluttered slightly in the damp night breeze.

His gaze was fixed on the monster below, which was undergoing a frenzied transformation in the sewage pool.

Zombie Superman.

At this point, it was no longer recognizable as Superman. His skin had turned an unnatural bluish-purple, and his muscle fibers swelled and twisted like a swarm of writhing snakes.

The roar emanating from its throat sounded like the lament of some ancient creature. As it roared to the sky, the sonic waves were powerful enough to shatter a large area of ​​buildings and vegetation.

"It really is Doomsday," Superman said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

Wonder Woman stood beside him, the golden Lasso of Truth gleaming on her wrist, her expression equally grave: "I've already notified the others to help deal with this crisis."

In this regard.

Superman nodded.

"Where's Bruce?"

He turned his head and asked a question.

“I can’t get in touch with him.” Wonder Woman frowned slightly. She paused, then added, “I can’t even reach Arthur, who said he was coming to Metropolis.”

This is the case.

Wonder Woman is forced to worry about the safety of her comrades. Perhaps, besides another version of herself from a parallel universe, there is also an Aquaman from another parallel universe trying to kill her counterparts.

“Arthur is alright. Although he seemed to have been attacked, he looks to be out of danger now.” Clark noticed Wonder Woman’s worry. He was reluctant to speak, but finally sighed and said, “He’s in my fish tank with his ‘wife’ blowing bubbles.”

This statement came out.

Wonder Woman fell silent, her lips twitching slightly. As a demigod with consistently good learning abilities, she was already able to discern who was behind this incident.

can only say.

Hard to comment.

Then it's best not to comment.

“We need Kryptonite.” Superman didn’t want to dwell on this topic and cut straight to the point. He had already learned from experience that only something that could deal with him could deal with Doomsday.

Doomsday gets stronger the more you fight it.

Ordinary methods simply won't kill him.

This is also why he and Wonder Woman haven't dared to launch an attack for so long.

It is indeed a deep psychological trauma.

“Bruce has it.” Diana said with certainty, even though she had never been to the Batcave, that didn’t stop her from knowing that Batman had a plan to fight every hero.

"I'll go find him."

Just as Superman was about to head to Gotham, a flash of green light appeared on the horizon, and a figure clad in a green energy suit appeared out of nowhere—it was Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern.

"I'm here! Sorry, I ran into a little trouble on the way. A few alien smugglers thought they could cause trouble on my turf." Green Lantern was wearing his iconic green uniform.

The Green Lantern Corps insignia gleamed on his chest.

Behind it are huge green bat wings manifested from the energy of the green light.

I don't know which person they were teasing who wasn't there.

"Long time no see, you must have missed me." Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, was the first Earth member to join the Green Lantern Corps and one of the founders of the Justice League.

Often hailed as "the greatest Green Lantern of all time," he possesses the willpower to defy the entire universe, and his power originates from the Seven Lantern Legions that Ian cherishes. Each legion possesses energy representing its own unique attribute.

It also has its own incarnation.

Each contains its own unique emotional spectrum.

The emotional spectrum consists of ten hidden cosmic forces.

Like the Green Lantern wielded by Hal Jordan, which possesses the green light representing will in the emotional spectrum. The green light of will is located in the very center of the emotional spectrum, representing the most balanced and unbiased emotion among many emotions. It has the fewest side effects on the user, and it has no emotional inclinations and does not guide the user's behavior.

As for the red light that Ian wants, it is powered by anger. As long as the anger reaches a certain level, he will be summoned by the ring and then be in a state of extreme anger forever.

Despite the side effects, Ian didn't care. He always regarded the Red Lantern as a berserker accessory that he hadn't obtained yet but would eventually have.

"Hal, you've come at the right time. We need Kryptonite." Wonder Woman's expression immediately brightened when she saw Green Lantern, and she made a request to him.

"no problem!"

Green Lantern immediately activated his Green Lantern powers.

They conjured up a Gatling gun equipped with kryptonite ammunition out of thin air.

Through Green Lantern's willpower.

Their thoughts can be transformed into energy or materialized weapons, structures made of bright green energy symbolizing pure willpower. Any imaginable object or thing can be realized with enough willpower, its components spanning from the microscopic to the macroscopic, naturally including kryptonite and kryptonite radiation.

"Wait a minute, I have a feeling this Doomsday is... strange." Clark quickly flew a little further away, after all, Kryptonite could weaken his abilities just by radiating.

"Actually, I think so too. This monster looks a bit strange."

Green Lantern isn't one to act rashly. When interacting with teammates or friends, Hal displays a humorous and witty side, but that doesn't mean he isn't a cautious person.

In fact.

Even the most careless person becomes much more cautious at their age.

"Stop! Don't shoot! Your kryptonite will only enhance this monster's abilities!" Suddenly, a warning voice rang out, and another figure flew in from the distant horizon.

He exuded a strong cyberpunk style, his mechanical body gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight; he was none other than Cyborg from the Justice League.

"What do you mean?"

The three people in the sky were all taken aback upon hearing this.

“I’m not entirely sure of the specifics, but his biometrics show that he has a genetic sequence that is completely opposite to that of Kryptonians. What is a curse to Clark has a full 89.56 percent chance of becoming a blessing to him.” Cyborg Victor Stone stopped beside the group.

Steel frame.

The current veteran heroes of the Justice League.

He was originally an outstanding American football star player, but he was seriously injured by the Apokolips Mother Box and was on the verge of death. However, he fused with the Mother Box molecules at the moment of the explosion. In order to prolong his life, his father, Silas Stone, took him to the "Red Room Laboratory" of the US government, which collects various alien technologies, for emergency treatment.

Like in most superhero stories, the wealthy man's origin story is that during the rescue, due to the influence of Mother Box molecules, Victor absorbed all the high technology in the Red Room.

He eventually became a cyborg, half-human and half-machine. Don't be fooled by Cyborg's seemingly weakling-like demeanor when facing Superman; in reality, Cyborg is one of the most powerful superheroes on Earth.

After all, he truly possesses "Zenith" technology.

"A parallel universe completely opposite to ours... an anti-universe?" Superman knew a little more information. He frowned and looked down at the monster in the sewage treatment plant.

"So to deal with this guy, we need Kryptonite, the kind that can enhance Kryptonians' abilities, right?" Wonder Woman's mind raced, and she quickly made a judgment.

"What kind of kryptonite is that? You didn't even tell me its color... Diana, it's been so long, you must have almost forgotten that we Green Lantern Corps henchmen are not God."

"Even I, the strongest Green Lantern, have my limits." Green Lantern Hal Jordan shrugged, his tone utterly helpless. He truly didn't know what he should materialize.

"Don't panic."

Wonder Woman, however, remained calm and composed.

"Whether it's kryptonite or something else, I think Bruce definitely has it." She truly possessed demigod wisdom; what she said was incredibly reasonable.

It's not just Wonder Woman.

Upon hearing this, Clark, Cyborg, and Green Lantern all nodded silently.

What is reputation?

This is word of mouth!
Several core members of the Justice League met here and discussed for a long time. They all had the same idea about how to deal with Doomsday—they still had to go find Batman.

"But you can't get through to Batman on the phone, right?"

Steelbone sighed.

He felt that the group might fall apart without Batman.

"You were wiretapping my phone?"

Wonder Woman gave Cyborg a somewhat unfriendly look.

"First of all, I don't need to eavesdrop on your phone calls; I can listen whenever I want. Secondly... you should probably go online and look up just how technologically advanced this half of my ear really is?"

Who says that hearing gained through technology can't be called super hearing?
Steelbone quickly defended his reputation.

He is actually quite taciturn and serious most of the time.

He can be a bit silly sometimes.

It only happens occasionally.

“If you’re going to find Bruce, I think you should hurry. The energy readings are still rising. This guy’s mutation rate will reach that terrible end in just a few minutes.” Cyborg wasn’t changing the subject; he had indeed detected the information. His voice carried the calmness unique to cybernetic beings.

"I'll go now."

Superman nodded.

Just as he flicked his cloak and prepared to set off once again.

"Huhuhu~"

The wind is howling.

Suddenly, a strange "whoosh" sound came from afar. Something was approaching the sewage treatment plant. Along the way, trees fell wildly, the kind of trees that lumberjacks would call the logging god.

Everyone turned to look.

A rapidly spinning red top is hurtling towards us from the direction of the woods at an astonishing speed.

The ground it ploughed out was carved with a deep furrow.

The forest is being slaughtered in a frenzy.

“This is the real Doomsday…the Doomsday of the Forest.” Wonder Woman couldn’t help but sigh. She looked at Superman beside her, and sure enough, Clark had realized the key reason for this problem, just like her.

The two newcomers knew nothing about it.

"What the hell is that?!"

Green Lantern's eyes widened, his voice filled with astonishment.

Rapid focusing analysis of a steel-framed mechanical eye.

"That looks like a person... Hiss, a person spinning at high speed? And he has the Speed ​​Force? Good heavens, at that speed, isn't he afraid of his head flying off?"

Steelbone's voice was filled with incredible amazement.

Hear the words.

Superman slapped himself in the face.

The steel face was very loud.

It sounds very appealing.

In this regard.

Neither of the two Justice League veterans, whose attention was focused on the unusual object, noticed anything amiss.

Their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Oh my god, that human spinning top is turning towards that monster... He crashed into it! This reminds me of an animated film, but I can't remember what it's called!"

"Anyway, the spinning top inside is just that powerful!" Green Lantern seemed a bit loud and boastful, not at all like someone who lives in the universe and should have the air of someone who is well-informed and knowledgeable.

I saw.

There was a loud bang.

The spinning figure crashed directly into the monster's body.

It was smashed away.

It caused the entire office building to collapse.

Although it seems ridiculous.

However, the explosion was indeed powerful, and the mutated Doomsday let out a painful roar, with countless wounds appearing on its body, but these wounds were healing rapidly.

"Look! That spinning top has crashed into that monster again... and it's even grabbed two clones from the ground! What's that? I heard someone shouting 'Fake Father Storm'!"

"I didn't mishear! That's what that person was shouting... He collided with the monster, and the monster was sent flying again. Oh no, the angry monster grabbed the spinning top!"

I saw.

In the sewage pool.

Doomsday's giant claws gripped the still wildly spinning red figure firmly.

Superman was taken aback at first.

immediately.

My heart is as still as water again.

The Justice League commentator was still explaining information he didn't want to hear.

"My God, is Crazy Top really a person, and a little boy at that? A little boy who's still in danger of dying in front of the priest, how could his body withstand the monster's grip?"

“That makes sense… If a normal person turned like that, their head would have flown off long ago…” Green Lantern was like a football commentator, and he and Cyborg were both staring at the scene below in astonishment.

They were completely unaware that Superman's face was being buried deeper and deeper.

They almost shrank into their cloaks.

"What is that little boy doing? Why is he inhaling so deeply into the monster? Is he trying to kiss it? Is he trying to use the power of love to change the monster's mind?"

Green Lantern couldn't help but look at Superman.

This is, after all, something that happened in the metropolis.

The locals definitely know better than he does.

“My analysis tells me that this person is likely from Gotham… a 99% probability.” Cyborg said, glancing at Superman as he analyzed the data.

"Bruce's child?"

He also has a lot of cyber intelligence.

"I don't know, don't ask me."

Superman responded in a low voice, almost a whisper, “There are new superheroes active in Metropolis recently. They’re very mysterious, yes, very mysterious, extremely mysterious.”

He knew he was lying.

This made Clark feel very ashamed. But compared to admitting that this was his child, he felt that he preferred shame; at least it was much more comfortable than dying on the spot.

"Don't look at me, if he doesn't know, then I know even less." Wonder Woman noticed that both of her friends were looking at her, so she quickly spread her hands, her expression showing that she was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

Steelbone's cyber processor was already close to overload at this point.

"According to my calculations, that boy should have been crushed... His physical strength is really strong, but of course, the most impressive thing is his mouth that's constantly inhaling."

"He's practically sucked all the cold air out of the area!"

Steelbone's voice was filled with disbelief and shock. He wasn't lying; he had genuinely detected that the other party had inhaled at least the volume of cold air equivalent to several football fields.

Drinking the northwest wind until you laugh uncontrollably?

Oh shit!

Cyborg suspects he has been infected with a virus in his brain.

"Should we go and save him?"

Cyborg looked at the unmoved Clark and noticed that the other was trying to hide his face in a strange posture.

"Clark, do you know this person?"

He felt that Superman's reaction was strange, unlike his usual image as the embodiment of justice.

“I don’t know. There are a lot of superheroes in Metropolis. Yes, a lot, a whole bunch.” Clark probably wasn’t lying this time. He knew very well that the number of superheroes in Metropolis depended on how many superhero suits Ian had gotten his hands on.

The old father was initially nervous, but once Ian started gasping for breath, he became only nervous about himself. He could see Ian's body bouncing back and forth as it was being crushed and then reformed.

and.

Their physical fitness also increases dramatically every now and then.

All of a sudden.

The old father was genuinely confused about which one was the Doomsday capable of frantic evolution. He knew that all of this was definitely related to the strange things Ian was doing.

"Regardless, we have to save him. This little boy is brave enough and clearly wants to step up when danger comes." Green Lantern doesn't have Superman's powerful eyesight.

He simply sensed that a brave soul needed saving.

then.

This elite member of the Green Lantern Corps immediately materialized a giant warhammer and swooped down to rescue the boy who remained absolutely brave despite being ravaged by monsters.

That willpower.

Those are promising prospects for the Green Lantern Corps!
"Bang~"

Green Lantern, clinging to the hope of salvation, sped rapidly downwards.

then.

That's definitely the end of the story.

With a loud bang, Green Lantern was sent flying back the next second, covered in marks from his forehead, which were clearly not Doomsday's forehead.

"Why did that boy hit me! Doesn't he know I was helping him?!" Hal tumbled through the air to regain his balance and floated back to his original position in a very disheveled state.

He was completely bewildered.

"I do not know."

Clark's response was as usual. The wind at high altitude still blew his cloak, obscuring his old face, making him look particularly disheveled in the wind.

"No! Something's wrong with that boy! His body's energy density is increasing!" Steel Bone's scanner was running at full speed, allowing him to capture some information that he hadn't been able to understand before.

"Is this a warrior of the Savage Tribe? He's wearing a grass skirt, and he's bound to two big black legs... He's holding onto two Clark clones and doesn't want to let go of them?" Cyborg stared blankly down below, realizing that none of the information databases he had previously built seemed capable of providing any specific behavioral logic analysis for this.

"That guy hit me with a clone of Clark!" Green Lantern was still a little indignant. He touched his chest, thankful that the other guy hadn't hit his face.

“Clark definitely doesn’t know this, but I do!” Diana, who had been holding back her anger, suddenly raised her hand. “It’s the exoskeleton armor and the Kryptonian warhammer—oh, now it’s been upgraded to dual-wield mode.”

“I’ve seen similar accounts in ancient books on Paradise Island.” She said it with such conviction that, compared to Superman, beautiful women certainly don’t feel guilty about lying.

Say something.

Diana knew this was a very serious moment.

but.

She really couldn't help herself.

"So that's how it is. This boy really is a savage?"

Steel Bones is clearly very simple.

There is an answer.

He really knows how to record things in his system.

"Are you implying, by extension, that the people of Paradise Island are all savages?"

Diana frowned.

"Aren't you?"

Cyborg is an honest and straightforward man.

Hear the words.

Wonder Woman also pursed her lips.

"Okay, we really are savages."

She thought for a moment, and ultimately explained her reasoning. Without dwelling on the issue, Wonder Woman looked down again.

I saw.

The sewage treatment plant appears to have long since been reduced to ruins.

The earth cracked and collapsed under Doomsday's footsteps. The boy hung in mid-air, his chest gripped tightly by Doomsday's thick arms, his bones creaking under the weight.

His body had begun to shatter, and a dazzling white light shone through his skin.

It's as if a star about to explode is hidden inside.

"Let go!"

This is not a boy shouting.

Instead, it was Doomsday's growl—or rather, something within Doomsday's body that was awakening but had not yet been able to awaken, roaring at the boy through Doomsday's throat.

how to say.

Doomsday did indeed capture the boy.

But the boy possessed the power of relativity. He wrapped his arms tightly around Doomsday's neck, and several spider-like legs extended from his body, coiling around Doomsday like an octopus.

Doomsday caught the boy.

The boy also hugged Doomsday tightly.

As for which of the two will have a bright future, that depends on which one is more unreasonable—Doomsday tries to crush the boy, but the boy's body is radiating divine light.

Beneath the shattered flesh surged pure and violent energy.

It scorched the palm of the Destroyer Sun.

This prevented Doomsday from exerting much power.

"Ah!!!" Doomsday was in pain, evolving, but at the same time, the boy's mouth was also sucking hard, and large amounts of energy were pouring from Doomsday's body into the boy's mouth.

Energy, like the wailing of countless souls, tore out of Doomsday's body. Each invisible ray of light left afterimages in the air, carrying the roar of a god and resentment as it plunged deep into the boy's throat.

This scene.

Of course, Wonder Woman, being a demigod, could see it clearly.

Subtle changes that Tianqixing Technology could not detect in a short period of time.

Her eyes can.

"Clark, where did this little guy come from? He's immortal, and he even has the power of a god-king within him." Wonder Woman's tone was incredibly incredulous.

In other words, she is no longer the stubborn girl she once was, otherwise she would have insisted on suspecting that Zeus had once been a woman and had a relationship with Clark or other Kryptonians.

"I do not know."

Superman looked up at the sky.

It was as if there was something there that was extremely attractive to him.

"You can know this."

Wonder Woman spoke seriously.

"It's time to go find Bruce."

Clark seemed to have also learned the middle school trick of pretending not to hear. He flicked his red cape and soared into the sky, as if he were escaping some terrible social disaster.

high in the air.

Only Wonder Woman remained, lost in thought.

There were also two men who still looked completely bewildered.

……

Gotham City.

The underground of Wayne Manor.

Bruce had already returned here.

However, instead of tinkering with the dream intrusion machine he mentioned, he sat in front of his computer, staring blankly at three test tubes labeled Jonathan, Jordan, and Ian.

He seemed to be in a daze there.

Behind.

A figure hidden in the invisible world kept a close eye on him.

It was precisely because this figure had already appeared.

All technological equipment was blocked.

This is why Bruce failed to notice the situation in time and did not answer Wonder Woman's call—in his world, angels appeared and time stopped.

"You can't get any answers from this biological information."

at last.

The angel couldn't help but speak.

"I know."

Bruce did not turn around.

He had, of course, already noticed the anomaly he couldn't see. And now, just as Bruce had guessed, the angel Amanadir emerged from the invisible realm.

It is majestic and awe-inspiring.

It looks like it's meant to scare people.

The pure white combat boots made no sound as they stepped on the metal floor of the bat cave, and the holy wings spread behind them, their sacred aura causing even the shadows of the bat cave to recede.

In response to Bruce.

Angel Amanadir laughed in exasperation. "So, you're using them to lure angels, is that it? Bruce Wayne, do you think an angel like me can't see through your tricks?"

The angel's voice echoed in the cave, carrying a majesty that transcended the mortal realm. Whether he noticed it or not, no one knew; in any case, there was no trace of warmth on his dark face.

"I'm going to correct you."

Bruce finally turned around. His mask was off, revealing his sharp blue eyes. The cold light from the Batcave cast hard shadows on his sharply defined face.

"This is not a trick."

Bruce stared directly into the angel's golden eyes.

"This is an open conspiracy."

He was right, and he did indeed win again—a true victory.

“Targeting angels? You have quite the nerve.” Amanadir leaned forward, his wings fully unfurled, and the divine pressure caused the instruments in the bat cave to flicker.

His face drew close to Bruce's until their noses almost touched.

"So, you just don't know how to give up?"

The angel's voice was deep and thunderous, questioning him in a stern tone. He was slightly taller than Bruce, so he appeared to be looking down at Bruce from a superior position.

only.

Facing such a powerful existence.

Bruce didn't even flinch.

"Until I find the answer. Yes, I will not give up." Bruce showed no fear of the gods; he still expressed his unwavering determination.

An eerie silence fell over the Bat Cave.

Golden light shimmered in the angel's eyes.

He launched a vicious threat.

"You know I can tell your mom anytime, right?"

The angel's threat was very powerful.

"..."

Batman finally fell silent.

"It's good that you're scared now. I told you not to offend angels, didn't you believe me?" Amanadir straightened up triumphantly, his wings gracefully folding behind him.

Hear the words.

Bruce took a deep breath.

"Are you the angel who accompanies Ian Kent?"

His tone carried a strange probing tone, and it wasn't surprising that Batman would have such thoughts, since he had already verified that the other party would appear whenever Ian was involved.

Faced with this kind of inquiry.

The angel Amanadir was silent for a moment.

Subsequently.

“I’m not just the angel who accompanies him; I’m also the one who sent him into the Kent family.” Clearly, the angel knew that Batman wouldn’t give up until he gave Batman an answer.

These words, spoken in a low voice, exploded in Bruce's ears like a thunderclap.

Batman's brow furrowed deeply.

"Is he an angel too?"

This conjecture made his eyes flicker slightly. If that were true, then Ian's almost "wish-granting" abilities would be explained—but could an angel have such a wicked personality? Batman's perception of Heaven might need to be reassessed.

The angel Amanadir didn't answer directly, but spoke in a low voice: "Listen, Bruce, this is the only thing you can know—fourteen years ago, the Lord asked me to give a baby to Superman, saying He made a deal."

Bruce's pupils suddenly contracted.

"That boy's name is Ian Kent."

Batman's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

The angel ignored his reaction and continued, "If this is the Lord's choice, then neither you nor I have the right to question it. Stop trying to test my limits and patience."

His voice carried an undeniable authority, his golden eyes fixed on Bruce: "Perhaps you are important to the universe, but before the mission the Lord has given me, you are also a price that can be paid."

"Bury your curiosity in your heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, the angel's figure vanished like a phantom, leaving only a few pure white feathers that slowly drifted down and then turned into starlight, leaving no trace of its existence for Batman to detect.

The Bat Cave fell silent once more.

Bruce stood there silently for a moment, then walked to the lab table and casually threw three test tubes into the trash can—they didn't contain blood samples at all.

It was rainwater collected from the eaves of the Kent's house. The angel certainly didn't seem to understand Batman. Batman collects Superman's biological information, why would he wait for Superman's son to grow up?

That's really a bit of an international joke.

"Being near Ian can shield one from the angel's omniscience." Batman has gathered new information; perhaps, he is the one who truly masters the art of multiple wins.

"An incarnation of God...or a new Jesus?"

With doubts.

Bruce was about to take notes in the mental palace of his mind—however, just as he was about to begin, an alarm suddenly blared throughout the Batcave.

Red light flashing

All early warning systems have been fully activated.

All monitoring screens lit up simultaneously.

Bruce, who rushed to the instrument, finally received the belated signal from the Metropolitan Government.

　I paid back yesterday's missed chapter today, and I still have 2000 words left as a bonus chapter for monthly votes. I'll pay the bonus chapter from the comments section tomorrow. Adding to today's accumulated chapters, I'll have another 3200 words from the comments section tomorrow—if I still have monthly votes, like yesterday, 500 votes equal 2000 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)