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

Chapter 122 The Bat Who Laughs! Wonder Witch!
At the site of the Kent family's ruins.

The air was vibrating.

Everyone felt the immense pressure emanating from the mysterious superman.

Dust churned up at his feet.

It was as if the earth itself trembled at his arrival.

The entire ruins were shrouded in an extremely terrifying shadow. When the otherworldly sea king's head was crushed by a single step, everyone felt an intense sense of oppression.

It did not come from violence.

Rather, it comes from an absolute power difference.

And the ruthless and cold-blooded style of the mysterious superhero.

Fear clung to everyone's hearts like a spiderweb, refusing to dissipate. The mysterious Superman stood there, coldly surveying the scene, as if he had merely crushed an ant.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the saltiness of the sea.

Arthur Curry's headless body lay in a pool of blood, the blood slowly flowing down the soles of his shoes. This hot-tempered aquaman never expected to be betrayed by his own teammate until his death.

He just wanted to kill a child.

No one dared to move, no one dared to speak, as if any sound would ignite the impending storm; only Superman's cape swayed gently in the breeze.

Like a scythe hanging high in the darkness.

"Bang~"

In a depressing atmosphere.

suddenly.

A sound like something hitting the ground rang out.

It's Jonathan.

Even in such a dangerous moment, he did not forget to save people, pulling the Aquaman and Mera, who had been severely injured once again, off the wall.

This is the eldest son of the Kent family.

Even though he was the weakest of them all, he still had a gentle heart—his movements were comical, like he was carrying two stranded sharks, but his attitude was very resolute.

He wants to save people.

They couldn't let Aquaman and Mera bleed to death. Superman, seeing this, didn't stop them; he simply watched as Jonathan laboriously carried the couple to the bathtub.

Yes.

tub.

Since Aquaman and Mera's injuries were much more severe this time, Jonathan felt that the fish tank might not be able to save them, so he chose a larger container and poured in a lot of hemostatic medicine.

Incidentally, a statue of Asclepius, the god of medicine, was also soaked in it.

This scene.

It also attracted the attention of The Flash.

He no longer cared about complaining about Kent's eldest son. Seeing the injuries of his own Aquaman and Mera, and then looking at that headless corpse that should have been unstoppable, he was completely focused on the situation.

"He's dead just like that? A parallel universe counterpart so much more powerful than our Arthur." The Flash, Barry, froze on the spot, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

Do you want to die with me too?

The mysterious superhero spoke again, his voice filled with absolute indifference.

"I'm the only one left!"

When he saw the man's gaze turn to him, Barry Allen, a veteran of many battles, did not hesitate. He knew that at this moment, only he could protect everyone.

Thinking of this.

The Speed ​​Force immediately began to operate.

"Whoosh~"

The Flash, whose legs had been fully restored, transformed into a beam of light.

He is using his traditional skills.

He charged straight at... Louise and Jordan beside her. Faced with such a powerful enemy, Barry Allen's only option was to get everyone to escape as quickly as possible.

The plan was not wrong.

This is also a common combat plan used by The Flash.

however.

He may have almost forgotten, amidst the chorus of praise from the public, that he is not actually the fastest man on Earth, and that the mysteriously descending Superman does not want to see him behave this way.

"Whoosh~"

The mysterious superhero is extremely fast.

It blocked the Flash's path.

"How could it be so fast!" Barry Allen felt a chill run down his spine—under his Speed ​​Force, the world should have been like a still painting.

however.

This man, dressed in Superman's iconic suit and looking exactly like Superman, blocked Lois's path before he could get close, his eyes precisely locking onto Lois's position.

Those eyes were an inhuman blue, utterly devoid of emotion. Upon seeing this, Barry Allen's pupils contracted sharply; his prized speed was utterly meaningless before this monster.

It's not that the other person can keep up with him.

It wasn't that his opponent's speed could overwhelm him!
"Too fast—" Barry's mind didn't even have time to process the thought before a hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision, so fast that even his eyes, enhanced by the Speed ​​Force, couldn't catch it.

"Don't try anything funny in front of me." The mysterious Superman's steel-like fingers gripped Barry Allen's throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Ugh."

The Flash's feet thrashed weakly in mid-air, his legs still radiating speed, his shoes scraping against the Mysterious Superman's crotch. Despite his rapid attack speed, he couldn't break through the opponent's defense.

Ten thousand instances of zero damage each still result in zero damage in total. Blood began to seep from Barry Allen's mouth, the marks left by his throat bursting under the immense grip.

He forced out incoherent groans, his legs kicking futilely in mid-air. His fingers tried to pry open the iron-like hand, but couldn't even loosen it an inch.

"Let him go!"

Louise, who was being protected by Jordan, saw that her old acquaintance was about to die, so she hurriedly shouted loudly. Surprisingly, her shout actually made the mysterious superhero loosen his grip.

“The Flash of your universe is too weak; he doesn’t even have the right to enter.” Mystic Superman stared at Barry Allen’s face as if he were observing a struggling insect.

His voice was deep and calm.

“But he did survive Swann, so he shouldn’t die tonight. Luck is sometimes a kind of strength… Let me help him squeeze out his potential.”

"Perhaps we'll become teammates in the future?" The mysterious Superman's last words were clearly directed at the Flash, and he didn't wait for the Flash to understand his meaning before taking action.

Click.

When the first cracking sound rang out, Barry didn't even realize it was the sound of his own arm breaking. The pain surged into his brain a few seconds later, and he let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

Then his left arm, then his legs—the mysterious superhero moved with the precision of some kind of surgery, each movement accompanied by the terrifying sound of bones breaking.

"Barry!"

Louise's shouts did not stop Mysterious Superman.

A series of cracking sounds erupted from Barry Allen's body—the sounds of bones breaking. This time, it was clear that not only his limbs but his entire body had suffered fractures.

"He won't die."

The mysterious Superman simply tossed the unconscious Barry Allen aside. The movement was light, but that didn't mean the force was weak. Barry Allen crashed into most of the rubble.

The yellow figure trembled amidst the concrete rubble before finally collapsing in the swirling dust. Jonathan immediately rushed over, oblivious to the bloodied scrapes on his knees against the rough ground.

Save people.

Jonathan is always very serious.

He knew that without superpowers, he could only do this kind of work.

"Uncle Barry! Uncle Barry, are you alright?" Jonathan scrambled to the Flash's side. Barry's breathing was barely audible, and broken bones pierced his clothes, revealing stark white stubble.

He quickly dragged Barry Allen, the Flash, towards a power outlet in the ruins—an action that not only silenced his family but also finally made the mysterious Superman raise an eyebrow.

My emotions fluctuated slightly.

"Mom, don't go over there! This guy's a lunatic! He's definitely trying to torture us all to death!" Jordan pulled back his mother, who was trying to stop her eldest son. His personality was very different from Jonathan's; he was more like Ian, caring more about his family than everyone else.

Jordan, his eyes red, stared intently at the Mysterious Superman.

He dared not release heat rays.

Because he knew that his strength was not that great.

Despite his seemingly arrogant demeanor, Jordan is actually a seasoned homebody and not particularly brave, even less so than some girls younger than him.

of course.

Jordan is now very manly.

The mysterious superman stood not far from him, his entire body exuding a palpable pressure. The boy stubbornly raised his head, his eyes trembling slightly with the heat that had been building up in them, yet he never backed down.

"You and your brother are braver than I imagined." The mysterious superhero's voice carried a hint of emotion, a feeling that was hard to describe.

He looked at Jonathan, who was trying to recharge the Flash.

"But courage can't save anyone."

These words carried a certain firmness.

"Who exactly are you? Why did you come to our universe?" After Ian's explanation, Louise had roughly guessed that the Superman in front of her must also be from a parallel universe.

She just couldn't understand why Superman from a parallel universe would turn out like this.

“I am Clark Kent, from a brutal universe you can’t even imagine,” the mysterious Superman’s voice responded, sounding like glaciers rubbing against each other.

He looked at the dead Aquaman from another world, "Just like that lump of mud, I'm hunting Supermen from different universes. To distinguish me, you can call me Injustice Superman."

"That's what the guy who brought us together calls me, but I like it. After all, justice doesn't save anyone most of the time."

"But my ironclad rule can."

Injustice Superman flicked the blood off his hands, his gaze sweeping over Jordan's protective stance towards Lois. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes, but it quickly returned to its cold, ruthless state.

"Why invade our universe?" Jonathan asked deliberately, tearing at the outer sheath of the wires as he stalled for time, believing that his real father would surely return to rescue them.

"Have we broken your ironclad rules?"

This was Louise's sarcasm; she had always been quite bold.

Unjust Superman was not angry.

"You want to know why I'm here?" He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke, as if he were more patient when facing this family.

“I am not a butcher, nor an executioner. I am also a superman. There are other people who have come to your universe. We all come from different parallel universes.”

"It was a shared experience that brought us together—we recognized the threat that the outer universe was inflicting on the multiverse, and we successfully survived the attack."

"This made us powerful, and as a result, we were summoned by a leader to join the Supreme Alliance, the only one capable of saving the multiverse."

Injustice Superman's tone seemed somewhat uncertain, but he continued, "Every member of our alliance comes from a different parallel universe. There are heroes and villains. Everyone is a survivor and a lucky one. We responded to the multiverse's cry for help."

"Yes, that's right."

"The multiverse is calling for help from everyone. When the counterparts in different universes die, their power will be transferred to other counterparts. This is a choice that the multiverse itself is making."

"That's why we need to help it speed up this process, to gather the power of all our counterparts into ourselves, and to become the only existence that is multi-dimensional and unified."

Injustice revealed the purpose of his group's arrival in this world—they were actively reducing their number of counterparts and retaining the power and potential of their deceased counterparts within themselves.

Hear the words.

Louise's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"You're going to kill all the other heroes in the universe?"

Her expression was one of extreme terror.

"For a greater purpose, for life in all the multiverses, this is certainly a necessary sacrifice. You wouldn't understand, only the strongest Justice League can save our already precarious world. Only by concentrating the power of the multiverse on the strongest can the universe have any hope of resisting aggression."

For the first time, Injustice Superman's voice carried a distinct emotion. Clearly, in his view, a hero must acquire sufficient power to uphold hope.

"When you've seen the cancer I've seen, when you've lost everything I've lost, you'll know this is the only way." Injustice Superman firmly believes he's doing the right thing.

He is the "Unjust Superman".

An extreme enforcer who substitutes ironclad rules for morality. He believes that only by thoroughly eliminating those who are powerless to protect themselves and allowing the survival of the fittest to remain can the world truly be protected.

And the "Supreme Justice League" he mentioned.

It is an organization composed of the most powerful individuals from different universes. Each of them has experienced the destruction of their own world and survived in despair.

So they stopped believing in compromise, in negotiation, and in any weak means. They chose to become the reapers, the ultimate guardians of the multiverse.

It seems to have a very tough, heroic style.

but.

But it carries a hint of cruelty.

"This isn't right."

Louise's face grew paler and paler.

“If you wanted to kill us, you would have done it already. What are you waiting for?” Louise broke free from Jordan’s protection and stepped forward. She had to seize the opportunity to extract information.

This was the only thing she could do.

“It seems you still don’t understand. Only heroes are qualified to enter this competition and selection, and only the strongest individuals are qualified to save the world—if your Superman doesn’t want to die, he has to prove to me that he is stronger than me.” Injustice Superman said, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Only if he proves to the Supreme Alliance that he can take my place in the Alliance, otherwise I will accept his power... and everything he possesses."

His voice grew even colder.

Louise's expression was filled with disbelief.

She finally understood why "Clark" hadn't killed her and her child.

Yourself!

There are still a few children!

All of these are potentially acceptable—heroic legacies!
“You are not a hero, you are killing innocent people, you will never win against my husband!” Louise shouted fiercely, her voice trembling with rage.

"perhaps?"

Superman remained noncommittal.

He ignored Louise's attitude and made no criticisms or mockery. He simply looked at Jonathan and the Flash who was being connected to the wire by Jonathan.

“You can’t save him. If he’s not the strongest Barry Allen, he’ll die eventually,” Injustice Superman said, admiring Jonathan’s persistence.

If his child hadn't died.

Perhaps it is like this.

“That’s something to consider later.” Jonathan had been listening to Injustice Superman’s previous statement, and he gritted his teeth, but he wasn’t swayed by Injustice Superman’s words.

“The problems we’ll face in the future are not a reason for me to stand by and watch someone die.” Jonathan tore at the electrical wires pulled from the wall, which sparked blue and red.

next moment.

Without hesitation, he pressed his hand against the Flash's chest.

"Crackling and popping!"

Barry Allen sprang up like a zombie, then crashed back to the ground, but his breathing did become more rapid—the Flash, whose entire body was fractured, was jolted awake by an electric current that surged into Barry's body. He abruptly opened his eyes and let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a groan.

His whole body began to convulse violently.

"I'm the Flash! Not a power bank!"

Barry Allen's voice even sounds quite powerful.

Jonathan quickly removed the power line.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, Uncle Barry. You should thank the Norse god Thor for his protection.” Jonathan put down the iron statue he was using for the “transfer”.

He patted The Flash on the shoulder, feeling that he might be considered a kind of miracle doctor. Injustice Superman's eyes twitched, and Lois and Jordan fell into an eerie silence.

Just when the atmosphere was delicate.

"boom!"

The dilapidated stairwell on the second floor suddenly exploded, sending splinters flying. A blonde girl, cursing, kicked open the twisted and deformed door and stumbled up the broken stairwell. "Damn it! Which bastard locked me in the closet?! I almost smashed my head open to escape!" Madison Montgomery rubbed the bruise on his forehead.

She had a bulging backpack slung over her back and was clutching Ian's other collections and possessions in her hands.

"Where am I?" Madison jumped down the broken staircase and rolled several times in the ruins, seemingly having learned this jumping technique from who-knows-where.

"Don't let me find out who it is!" Madison yelled as he rolled to dissipate the force, rolling directly in front of Louise, who then pinned him down before he stopped rolling.

"Who is she!?" Louise looked at her second son. If anyone in the family would kidnap a little girl, even if she didn't have a clear conscience, she could only suspect Jordan from Nightingale.

Feeling his mother's questioning gaze, Jordan, who hadn't panicked even when he was at odds with Injustice Superman, suddenly panicked and raised his hands to show his innocence.

"It has nothing to do with me! It's Ian! Ian kidnapped her classmate!" The second brother clearly didn't hesitate for a moment between betraying his family and being wrongly accused.

Before Louise could respond, Madison seemed to realize something and quickly spat out angrily, "I clearly came back with Ian on my own!"

"Don't even think about framing me. Ian is petty." Madison was clearly suffering from some kind of persecution complex. Well, that's true; no normal person would take a higher dose of medication than Ian.

"Can anyone tell me what happened? Did your gas explode?" Madison looked around at the ruins, his memory still stuck on the moment of his final battle with the Supreme Witch.

No one answered.

She had to find clues on her own, her gaze falling on the Injustice Superman in the moonlight. But the silhouette was all too familiar—a tall, imposing figure, a cloak billowing in the wind.

"Superman? Ian?"

Madison seems to still believe Ian's casual remarks from before.

"How many years have I been asleep?" She looked down at her unchanging body, then looked up at the Unjust Superman who was clearly twenty centimeters taller than Ian in her memory.

At this moment.

Madison suspected that Ian had hidden her in the closet after she passed out, mistaking her for Sleeping Beauty—that boy was really capable of such a thing.

Think of this.

Her face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"Wait a minute, while I was in a coma for the past few years, did my parents have another baby? Wouldn't that mean I've lost my status as the sole heir to the family fortune?" It has to be said that this astonishing line of thought really left Louise, who was already somewhat apprehensive, completely dumbfounded.

"Can't you be normal for once? That's the enemy!"

Jordan roared, unable to contain himself any longer.

He was already mentally unstable, and now he was under a lot of psychological pressure in the face of the crisis. When his anxiety disorder flared up, he naturally couldn't control his tone and voice at all.

Upon hearing Jordan say that he was the enemy, Madison's expression was visibly surprised; his preconceived notions were still at play. "Superman is the enemy? Isn't Superman Ian?"

She was stunned for a full two seconds.

immediately.

It dawned on me.

“I get it, Ian has finally been found out that he was switched at birth in the hospital, and he’s turned evil!” Madison had always felt that Ian’s appearance was not on the same level as Ian’s two older brothers.

This rather peculiar train of thought made Jordan and Jonathan both facepalm. Louise's expression was even more priceless—she never imagined her son would be out there posing as Superman and swindling people.

“Superman isn’t Ian,” Louise took a deep breath, unsure how to explain the situation to the girl who had suddenly appeared, “and this Superman isn’t the Superman you know either.”

“I understand, I understand. It seems to be a clone, a parallel universe, and I’ve created a version of myself that travels through time to kill me—Ian tells me all this in class every day.”

Madison still loved to pretend to be a learned man.

"Drip drop~"

Just then, the silent Injustice Superman stared at Madison for a long time, then a device appeared in his hand, pointing at Madison as he sounded the alarm.

A strange light flashed in Injustice Superman's eyes.

It's as if some kind of dangerous pollutant has been discovered.

“This is the invasion I was referring to.” His voice suddenly turned icy, and the heat rays in his eyes began to glow with a dark red light. “The otherworldly virus must be eradicated.”

A voice with an extremely resolute tone.

Filled with murderous intent.

Madison's hair stood on end. She had never felt such pure killing intent before—like having Death's scythe pressed against her throat. Instinct compelled her to raise her hands.

An unprecedented magic gathered in his palm.

"Damn it! Get the hell out of my way!"

An invisible magic was unleashed in an instant, forcing Injustice Superman back three steps. His boots dug two deep furrows in the ground, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Interesting, but that's all for now."

talking.

Unharmed, Injustice Superman's eyes were bloodshot, his heat rays poised to erupt like hellfire. Just as he was about to continue blasting Madison, this cancerous growth, apart...

"Wait a minute!"

Louise quickly stepped forward to stop her.

Her voice was not enough to stop the injustice superman.

no way.

Louise could only stand in front of Madison.

"Wait! She's carrying my son's child!"

She came up with a quick idea in a moment of crisis.

Time seemed to stand still.

The heat rays that were about to erupt from Injustice Superman's eyes were abruptly stopped.

Crimson energy twisted and churned in his eye sockets.

"what?"

Madison's eyes widened.

Am I pregnant?

She looked down at her flat stomach, her tone even sounding somewhat uncertain.

"She's pregnant!" Louise said decisively, pulling Madison behind her. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, but her journalistic professionalism kept her voice as steady as a rock.

"You have no right to deal with his grandchildren until you defeat my husband." Upon hearing this, the light in Unjust Superman's eyes gradually dimmed, and after frowning and weighing his options, the murderous intent on his body also gradually disappeared.

“I know you’re lying.” Injustice Superman said, startled, and gave Louise a warning look to stop talking nonsense. “However, I do need to win this world before I have the right to decide how to deal with the lives that have entered this world—you’ve convinced me.”

Injustice Superman spoke in a deep voice.

No one knows what he's really thinking.

Perhaps he convinced himself.

“You have no right to decide anything.” Barry Allen was so weak that he was like a lump of mud, his limbs were dislocated, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still stubborn.

"A murderer who kills his own teammates dares to talk about victory? Clark will defeat you." Barry Allen learned some information from Jonathan after he woke up.

"Our Clark will surely tear your false justice apart." His whole body was enduring excruciating pain, so his voice was broken and intermittent when he spoke.

but.

His tone, however, was unusually firm.

Injustice Superman turned to look at The Flash, his eyes eerily calm.

“Barry Allen, people of your level will never understand one thing: Aquaman? Wonder Woman? They’re just decorative items.” He stepped over the ruins, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. Finally, the man stopped in front of the Flash, his shadow completely enveloping the heavily injured hero.

"The only one who can solve problems is Superman—or another Superman." Injustice Superman's tone was full of confidence, and his condescending attitude made the Flash want to curl up in fear.

There was absolutely no way for anyone else to stop this man from doing whatever he wanted.

All the people could do was watch.

Feeling anxious and apprehensive.

Fortunately, Injustice Superman did not kill The Flash.

his words.

This caused the Flash to fall silent for a moment.

It was at this time.

“But you said you were just a pawn in someone else’s game.” Louise’s words were sharp, typical of a journalist; she wanted to get more information.

This was also meant to attract Injustice Superman's attention, preventing him from suddenly killing someone. Injustice Superman didn't deny this; instead, he simply nodded calmly.

“Yes, I follow orders—that’s the only one who knows how to use Superman to solve problems.” He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, and looked at Madison again.

A hint of inquiry flickered in his eyes.

"Your magic doesn't belong to you; it's too powerful." Injustice raised his hand and looked at it, but the darkness made it impossible to see what he was observing.

I saw.

The Superman frowned and then slowly rose into the air.

"Where are you going?"

Louise looked up and asked loudly. She hadn't even passed on the information she'd gathered to her husband yet, fearing that this Superman would go looking for Clark in this universe right now.

"In short, it's safe here."

Injustice Superman did not give a direct answer, but left with a meaningful statement: "You can wait here and wait for your Superman to resolve the crisis he has to face."

"This will allow him to prove to me that he has the right to throw a punch at me."

Done.

Injustice Superman flew straight up into the clouds.

High in the sky, unseen by anyone.

He finally stopped suppressing the warnings he had received, covered his head as if resisting some kind of pain—or perhaps listening to some kind of voice from a higher realm.

Dark clouds rolled in.

Injustice Superman hovers high in the sky.

"Shut up! What I'm doing is the right thing! Of course I'll win! I'll always win!" Injustice Superman roared, punching the air and shattering the surrounding clouds, even piercing through a satellite in the sky.

however.

The maniacal laughter around me did not stop.

It was still tormenting him.

The hand that was covering his head had patches of red marks that were slowly appearing as he weakened. Below the clouds, in the ruins of the Kent family home, everyone had a temporary chance to catch their breath thanks to Injustice Superman's departure.

"Why didn't he attack us, and why did he bring Mom back?" Jordan's still-developing super brain was puzzled by this unfathomable situation.

"Perhaps it's because he's not entirely devoid of humanity? And still wants to be a good person?" Madison hadn't witnessed Injustice kill, so she made her own guess.

In this regard.

No one agreed. Meanwhile, the Flash, weak and unable to move, leaned against the ruins, recalling what had just happened.

"What magic did you cast on him?"

Having experienced Injustice Superman's power firsthand, The Flash was genuinely shocked and impressed by the little girl's ability to repel Injustice Superman several steps.

This is a powerful superhuman girl.

"Huh? You didn't recognize me?" Madison blinked and looked around—Louise, Jordan, Jonathan, and even the Aquaman couple, who had been half-dead and pretending to be dead in the bathtub for a long time, perked up their ears.

“A super mold outbreak!” The girl waved her hand dramatically. “Haven’t you guys read Ian’s diary? It’s in that box on his bedside table that says ‘Do Not Peek’.”

"Surely no one could resist peeking, right? And the super AIDS outbreak, the wart-covering magic... He really wasn't lying to me before, he truly is a magical genius!"

Madison expressed her genuine amazement.

but.

She appeared slightly agitated.

According to Ian's theory of relativity, when someone is so excited that they can't contain it, someone else will have all their excitement absorbed. So, naturally, everyone present was completely silent.

The night wind blows through the ruins.

Jordan and Jonathan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Louise silently walked toward the broken wine cabinet.

She found a shard of glass that still contained a little red wine.

"I see."

Louise gradually came to understand everything.

No wonder Ian loves going to school.

So it turns out that you can play with other patients at school?
"Jordan, we need to go find your dad and tell him what we've got." Louise, of course, hadn't forgotten the important matter. After taking a few sips of her drink, she immediately jumped onto Jordan's back.

“Every girl dreams of raising a pony. When I was little, I always fantasized that I could give birth to a pony when I grew up. But now it seems like Superman is not bad either.”

Louise was clearly just joking.

however.

Jordan seemed to be deep in thought about this.

He got it.

It's definitely not my problem that I like watching My Little Pony.

……

In the ruins of the suburbs, the night was deep, and the crescent moon hung like a hook.

The wind whipped up dust, swirling among the dilapidated buildings. Broken steel bars lay exposed, like the bones of the earth, telling the story of a disaster that was still ongoing and unresolved.

On a scorched, blackened piece of land.

Ian Kent clung to Doomsday's back like a koala, his legs gripping the monster's thick neck tightly. His cheeks were puffed up like a hamster from constantly inhaling.

Energy continuously flowed from Doomsday's bluish-purple skin.

Ian sucked them all up.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +14]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +18]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +21]

……

【Entropy Annihilation Lord LV8 [1/1280]】

Strength: 130-250

[Physical fitness: 170-290]

Intelligence: 13.0-19.0

[Spirit: 58-94]

The energy emanating from Doomsday was immense, and Ian hoped this kind of life could last forever—he seemed to have finally understood the meaning of "love and companionship."

Ian was absolutely in love with Doomsday, who was holding him in his arms.

It is very strong.

However, this doesn't stop Ian from loving it; he even wants to love it so much that he wants to eat it into his own belly.

"More! Please, give me more!"

Just as Ian was clinging to Doomsday, frantically absorbing energy from it, and seeing that his newly acquired class was about to become his highest-level class...

Kryptonians! Come and save your god!

Ian heard a sound coming from Doomsday's stomach.

That wasn't the sound of Doomsday.

Rather, it was some kind of activity hidden within Doomsday's body, or perhaps its genes.

　Beauty has ruined me... I'm not going out tomorrow. I went out with my blind date today, but it's already a lost cause.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)