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

Chapter 125 Super Skill! Injustice Descends!
The black sphere contains the concept of the existence of the Dark Titan Sargeras.

When it was absorbed by Ian.

It and its effects would, of course, vanish without a trace. As Ian's actions achieved unexpected success, the fel clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand. The previously churning green vortex began to dissipate. The fel raindrops that had fallen from the clouds turned to ash and vanished in mid-air.

The miniature Doomsdays ravaging the city suddenly froze in place, their bodies disintegrating from the edges like sand sculptures scattered by the wind, gradually turning into drifting green particles of light. They seemed to have been erased by some invisible force, like dust scattered in the wind, leaving no trace.

It is a complete and utter disappearance.

The whole world seemed to fall into a brief silence at that moment.

Jordan.

Members of the Justice League were also standing in the street.

They watched all of this happen.

Some were not able to react immediately.

The group had just been fighting a monster.

It was so difficult that they once thought the city was about to descend into utter hell. But now, it's all over—or at least it looks like it.

Green Lantern Hal Jordan put away his power-manifested weapon.

He stared blankly at the sky, which had returned to calm.

"Is this... over?"

It's not that I think it shouldn't have ended.

Green Lantern didn't expect the disaster to end so quickly.

"Yes, it's over."

The mechanical eyes of the steel frame flashed continuously with streams of data.

“Clark and his son succeeded.” Wonder Woman reached out her hand, touching the scattered specks of light, only to find them unreal and devoid of any energy.

It was as if everything before was just an illusion.

"We've only succeeded halfway. We still have an ancient god from Krypton to deal with."

Batman stood atop a broken cliff, his cape billowing in the wind. He gazed into the distance in the direction where Titan Doomsday had fallen, his expression beneath the mask inscrutable.

"The soul that defeated the Titan?"

The Justice League members immediately prepared for battle again. They were unaware that the credit actually went to Ian, and still believed that Batman's previous dog-eat-dog plan had destroyed the Titans.

"Mom and Dad! Look at my magic... Damn, those monsters are gone." Madison, having found his parents, had originally wanted to show them off.

however.

Ultimately, that opportunity never came.

Her parents looked at her with complicated expressions.

They were relieved that their daughter was safe and sound, but also shocked by her sudden "magical talent." They hadn't even had a chance to ask her where she had been that night.

Perhaps I shouldn't have asked.

The parents were terrified that this would upset Madison and worsen her condition. They stared at the huge white mass of flesh in Madison's hand, their minds replaying the words their daughter had spoken to them.

"This is the magic I just learned, the fertilized egg implantation technique. Whoever I throw at will get pregnant, regardless of gender, and they will start giving birth on the spot and lose their ability to fight."

Madison genuinely admired her deskmate's magical talent.

but.

Perhaps her parents just wanted her to increase her dosage? Walking down the street, more and more people realized that the disaster was over and emerged one by one from their hiding places.

"Is this...over?"

A soldier muttered to himself. He had been entangled by a doomsday, his consciousness about to dissipate, but in that instant, the all-consuming entity suddenly vanished.

The soldier regained his freedom. He knelt on the ground, panting, and looked around. The chaos in the streets had not completely subsided, but Doomsday was gone.

not only that.

Those who were originally swallowed by Doomsday are reappearing one after another.

It was as if time had reversed, and death had been reversed.

Their bodies emerged from the void, their eyes glazed over, as if they hadn't yet figured out what was happening.

"Mommy!" a child cried out and rushed to his mother, who could hardly believe her eyes. She hugged the child tightly, tears streaming down her face.

“Dad!” Another man knelt on the ground and hugged his elderly father tightly, as if afraid of losing him again.

These deeply moving scenes unfolded in every corner of the city. People embraced, wept, and prayed, thanking fate for giving them a second chance.

A mixture of joy and sorrow filled the air—this was not a resurrection, but rather the return of the "concept of existence" that the miniature Doomsdays had not yet brought back to the Dark Titans. Cheers, cries, and shouts mingled together.

The entire city seemed to awaken from a nightmare, like a belated rebirth ceremony.

only.

Not everyone can have a happy ending.

On a street corner, a man stood motionless, his wife not returning. Beside another pile of ruins, a little girl clutched her now-cold teddy bear.

Her parents and companions were also reduced to cold, lifeless corpses.

There is a corpse.

Those who are truly dead cannot return like the others.

Their departure marked the true end of their lives.

The number is not small.

Turbulence is always accompanied by death.

There were several thousand people.

Although the situation is much better now compared to the tens or even hundreds of thousands of casualties, it is still a great concern for the families of those who survived and could not "return".

They cannot feel the joy that most people experience today. A middle-aged woman kneels on the ground, clutching a photograph in her hands; the smile in the photo now exists only in her memory. Her husband, a city firefighter, rushed into the burning building when the disaster struck, but never came out again.

Death is irreversible.

"Why us? Why weren't you so lucky?" a young woman murmured, her fingers clutching a photograph of her sister's smile.

But now.

She had to go home alone.

This woman is not the only victim.

Such is the nature of human suffering.

It is a torment brought by fate, which does not distinguish between good and evil, merit and demerit, but leaves incurable wounds on the world and people's hearts in the cruelest way.

Even if there are heroes in this world, and more than one, even if they do their best to save others, they can never make every tear flow back into their eyes.

Life is as fragile as a dandelion in the wind.

No matter how hard heroes stretch out their arms to desperately block the storm, a few strands of down will always slip through their fingers—this is the lament of heroes, and also the sorrow of ordinary people in a world full of disasters.

"Luckily, there aren't many ordinary people in our family." Looking around at the crying and wailing passersby, Jordan glanced at his mother and brother, feeling extremely fortunate that his family was unharmed.

not far away.

A man who lost his wife knelt in the middle of the road, sobbing uncontrollably.

"My brother once said that the goddess who governs death is very gentle..." Jordan, who has social anxiety, didn't know how to comfort the passerby, so he could only hand him a tissue.

"Thank you, Carrefour Shopping Bag Superman."

The comforted passerby thanked them, maintaining the most basic courtesy.

"?????"

Jordan knew he was wearing a Walmart shopping bag.

He suppressed his speechless frustration at the passersby's tactlessness, and after thinking for a moment, he still managed to put on a very forced expression, conveying a sympathy that he didn't actually feel.

Boys with social anxiety lack empathy.

but.

This does not prevent him from knowing a truth.

Be a hero.

It means learning to control your inner volatile emotions.

"Nephew! Come lend a hand!"

While Aquaman and the other heroes were helping the military and government clean up the mess after the disaster, and the Justice League members were assisting the army in clearing rubble and treating the wounded, Batman remained unmoved. He stood on high ground, gazing into the distance, his deepest concern, of course, being the real Doomsday unfolding in the suburbs.

While pondering countermeasures.

suddenly.

Batman noticed a gaze fixed on him.

He turned his head to look over.

I saw a figure at the corner of the alley.

"Luther?"

Batman's voice was as cold as ice.

He instantly activated the thrusters on his combat boots, his black cloak stretching into a sharp silhouette behind him. However, as he charged into the alleyway, the bald man merely turned his head slightly.

An unsettling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not your loser, but yes, I was the one who created Doomsday, which contained the power of outer space... and that's how those perfect life forms disappeared."

“What a disappointment.” Luther’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss, with a hint of regret. “After all, it wasn’t meant to be used against you.”

Hear the words.

Batman's fist was clenched, but Luthor suddenly looked up at the sky—an invisible sense of unease made the evil capitalist's expression turn serious.

"Good luck to you." The next second, his body collapsed like melting asphalt, turning into a writhing shadow that seeped into the cracks in the wall and disappeared without a trace.

"Um?"

Batman suddenly looked up.

Following Luther's gaze...

high in the air.

A red and blue figure was flying rapidly towards the outskirts of the city.

Is that Superman?

Superman! This might be the figure Luthor is trying to avoid, and the very thing he's preparing to use his fel energy to destroy the Sun.

"Is this Luthor hiding from the interdimensional Justice League? Why is that?" Batman frowned and muttered to himself. He had originally thought that Luthor was in cahoots with the interdimensional Justice League.

Due to insufficient information.

Even with Batman's sharp mind, it would be difficult for him to sort out his thoughts in a short time.

……

at the same time.

Inside the giant Doomsday skull.

[Occupational correction data obtained.]

[Obtain dimensional data.]

[Berserker's basic information has been updated.]

[Entry of occupational characteristics in progress...]

[Dimensional data extraction in progress...]

As Ian swallowed the black sphere representing an invasion from outer space, a system notification immediately rang in his ears, causing him to shudder on the spot.

This was a normal reaction as a great power was growing within him, causing changes in his body. In an instant, an unprecedented force surged into his limbs and bones.

Ian felt his soul boiling.

Since Ian had already experienced a similar change when he touched Omniknight and Sentry before, he wasn't shocked, just slightly surprised.

once Upon a time.

When the first black ball is found.

Ian was not fortunate enough to enjoy it. He had thought it contained a lot of experience points, but he never expected that the black sphere born from the invasion of outer space could bring him a career change.

"Not bad, System. It seems you're not just a bully at home." Ian had tried to unlock a class in the DC universe before, but he failed several times.

It seems now.

He really underestimated the system.

The system's ability to assist Ian isn't limited to the Marvel Universe. It can likely absorb any power from universes outside the DC Universe, becoming what the system calls "absorbable data." For example, the black sphere formed by the Dark Titan directly replenished Ian's Berserker class.

Strength: 284-311

[Physical fitness: 335-350]

Intelligence: 20.8-23.5

[Spirit: 110-120]

Along with the improvement of attributes.

Ian's body grew stronger again without anyone noticing.

In fact, the changes in these values ​​are not significant, because the data brought by the Dark Titan has the same effect as the data brought by the previous Omniknight and Sentinel.

It didn't introduce a new profession. Instead, it brought extraordinary future potential and a stronger growth panel, allowing Ian's existing profession to have further advancement options. The biggest impact was on talents and skills; due to the new data, Ian's personal panel naturally saw many changes.

Name: Ian Kent

【普通职业：学生lv8〔389/1280〕作家LV4〔49/80〕领袖LV7〔59/640〕】

【超凡职业：狂战士LV8〔985/1280〕，野蛮暴君lv9〔2145/2560〕熵灭领主Lv9〔322/2560〕】

[Global Recognition: Key NPC]

[Innate Skill: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity, Life-Giving to All Beings]

[Professional Skills: Wrath of the Undead, Blasphemy Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Eternal Day's Eye Level 3, Absolute Leap, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger Level 3...]

[General Skills: Mimicry Armor, Ian Kent Defense Technique [Beginner], Share, Learn [Elite]...]

……

The passive talent remains unchanged due to the class level; however, all the class skills that originally belonged to the [Berserker] have been altered.

Just like when we obtained the data for Sentry and Omniknight before.

Ian has already checked the situation.

The system notification tone always arrives a step too late.

[Host successfully entered new data. [Self-Healing Frenzy] has been corrected to [The Lament of the Undead]. Please check your inbox.] [Host successfully entered new data. [Faith Redemption] has been corrected to [Lament of Blasphemy]. Please check your inbox.]

[Host successfully entered new data. [Blood of Wrath] has been corrected to [Pulse of World Burning]. Please check your inbox.]

Three consecutive ringing sounds.

The Berserker class, representing Ian, has also been officially buffed.

First of all.

It is the means of recovery that Ian relies on for his livelihood.

It changed from an active skill to a passive skill.

[The Undead's Lament: When you take any form of damage, you recover one percent of your maximum health per second, healing all injuries, including fatal ones.]

The more severe the injury, the faster the recovery. When your health drops below 10%, you will receive a brief resurrection, a blissful rebirth that will last until all your energy is depleted.

Death? That has always been a luxury for you.

have to say.

Just like upgrading from "Iron Body" to "Perfect Divine Body," or from "Eyes of the Blazing Sun" to "Eyes of Eternal Day," the class skills incorporating new data can truly be described as earth-shattering.

“Deadpool is no longer as good as me! There’s no need to find Deadpool to learn from; I have already surpassed Deadpool. I am the real Deadpool!” Even Ian, who is usually quite realistic, showed a hint of joy on his face.

He looked at his next skill to be upgraded.

[Lament for Blasphemy: You can blaspheme the authority of the gods by relying on your unwavering faith in yourself, stripping yourself and others of all positive or negative buffs.]

They will be cast into your own furnace to burn, briefly transforming into your power—so-called holy light, curses, and destiny; all the shackles of the world will vanish under your gaze.

It's still the old-fashioned style of bragging.

Ian knew that once he obtained the ultimate career template, the system liked to use exaggerated terms to brag to him. He didn't blame the system, after all, he also liked the promises the system made to him.

This is not.

The last upgraded skill also hints at a very exciting prospect.

【Pulse of Inferno: For every 1% of your blood ignited, your attacks deal annihilation damage equal to your maximum health. When stacked to 100, you can choose to unleash "Final Blast".

Deals damage equal to 200% of your lost health to all enemies within range—your burning blood is the abyss of all things, the prelude to your eternal doomsday.

Regardless of whether his system was fully satisfied with its empty promises, Ian had already had his fill of them. He was a little unsure about the difference between [Annihilation Damage] and [True Damage].

“Practice makes perfect.”

Ian wasn't someone who was afraid to take action; on the contrary, he was actually very skilled at it. Looking around, the boy fixed his gaze on the brain tissue that was larger than his own house.

"Watch me light the fireworks that mark the beginning of your apocalypse!" Ian ignited his blood, casually quoting the system's description. Even if someone wanted to criticize, they could only criticize his system, not him.

"Huhuhu~"

Blood boils.

Ian was enveloped in a slightly sinister black aura.

He slammed his fist into the surface of the brain tissue beside him, which was glowing with a golden-red light and had completely lost its green glow. The moment his fist made contact, a strange black ripple spread out.

"boom!"

In fact, Doomsday's internal organ defenses are also extremely strong. After all, it is the nightmare of the Kryptonians and a cosmic-level biological weapon. It is not like Homelander, which is a counterfeit and is strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Even though Ian possessed strength hundreds of times greater than that of an ordinary person, his full-force punch only caused his massive, hill-like brain to tremble slightly.

There was no actual physical damage.

but.

The additional damage, however, was extremely noticeable. Under the influence of the black ripples, the area that was hit immediately underwent a horrific change—the brain tissue there was not destroyed.

Instead, it simply "disappeared"!

Like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser!
"Is this what annihilation means?"

Ian peered closer at the two-meter-diameter cavity. There was no bleeding or signs of tissue damage on the missing surface, as if that part of the brain had never existed.

This is a force that erases the very nature of existence!
It's even more terrifying than actual damage!
"As expected of me! If the system had a different host, it definitely wouldn't have been able to upgrade to such a powerful ability. There are differences between hosts, and not every host is as gifted as me."

Ian is using his system to manipulate people on a daily basis, while his system likes to make empty promises to him. This is a typical example of two people who are not on the same wavelength and cannot get along.

Everyone is in a good mental state.

Just as Ian was overjoyed.

"Damn it! Kid! Were you born this evil? The great god saved you! You should be worshipping me, not trying to destroy my body!!"

Inside the attacked brain.

The golden-red soul was also roaring at the same time.

Ian pretended not to hear.

He still needed to check another piece of information about himself—the job class that the Dark Titan Sargeras had given him, which he needed to view in the Berserker job skill tree.

as always.

The Berserker class can be promoted twice.

Even if Ian only obtained the data contained in one target this time.

but.

This did not prevent the system from showing him advanced and ultimate career advancements. Career data clearly only affects the direction of career development, and it is not necessary to complete the data in a particular direction.

What data can be obtained?

The system will then generate a career advancement path for Ian.

Very human-centered.

I saw.

After opening the skill tree, Ian saw two dividing lines that separated the skill levels into three levels, each with a slightly different background.

The first level features a giant man roaring to the sky.

That is Ian's current Berserker class.

On the second level, there is an arrogant and unruly phantom who tears apart the chains of rules as easily as tearing a piece of waste paper. The broken laws make a crisp sound like shattering glass under his feet.

It is the [Iron Law Trampler]. Like the [Merciless Conqueror], this class also requires level 45 to advance. After advancing, the description says that you will gain a large increase in attribute values.

It's not just about attribute values.

Each phantom represents a development path after changing to that profession. As for the third level, which can only be reached at level 90, it also represents the development path inherent in that profession.

It is located at the very top of the entire skill tree.

It was a towering, mountain-like phantom with deep, dark eyes. He held up one hand, with the rotating stars in his palm, each star burning with the power of destruction and creation.

This level of job advancement is called "King of All Worlds," which carries a feeling of dominating the multiverse—among the many skill learning options, Ian also found the skill that contains a mythological form.

It is clear.

This is also an ultimate career.

It's something that can transform into Ian and nobody even knows what it is.

[The End of Flesh and Blood: When you have burned away your own flesh and blood, freeing yourself from the shackles of mortal form, you will reveal your true form as the King of All Worlds in endless radiance.]

This is a skill that can only be learned at level 90.

It's one of the top-tier skills. It's quite normal that it came much later than the mythical form that [Entropy Annihilation Lord] gave Ian, since [Entropy Annihilation Lord] doesn't require any prerequisite devices.

There are many more powerful skills in the new skill tree.

Some of them are dazzling.

As for the top-tier skill [Eternal Fury] that Ian had been longing for, it's gone. In its place is a skill that Ian feels he probably wouldn't dare to learn.

If your rage level is ≥80% and you have ≥25 negative status effects when you die, you can choose:

"Destruction and Rebirth": Instantly self-destructs, dealing damage equal to 500% of your maximum health to surrounding enemies, and revives at the center of the explosion (with 50% health remaining).
"Creative Rebirth": Infuse all your energy into the nearest unit, temporarily granting it all your abilities. You will then respawn from that unit after 42 seconds.

It is clear.

This skill has two options: single-target damage and area-of-effect damage. The single-target damage option made Ian slightly silent, and he decided to pretend that he didn't see this skill on the skill tree.

"System! Where is my dimensional data?"

Ian then began to question his system. He had already reviewed all the data, but the so-called dimensional data had not yet appeared to surprise him.

What is this called?
A belated surprise is cheaper than roadside weeds!

[Dimensional data extracted and is being analyzed—current progress 5%. This data contains incomplete universal laws, which can help the host forge their own additional dimensions.]

Perhaps fearing that the petty Ian would take offense, the system responded to Ian immediately after being questioned. It even gave Ian a spoiler in advance, fearing that Ian might use its analysis speed as an excuse.

The things contained in dimensional data.

"Forging my own dimension?" Ian was savoring the information the system had given him. He actually wanted to curse and urge the system to upgrade to a higher-performance CPU processor.

but.

Even the shrewd Ian fears that the system's CPU is his own brain.

He certainly couldn't blame his own brain.

"Let's just make do with it."

The cautious Ian chose to be patient.

He had actually discovered the problem a long time ago.

The system may gain more capabilities or permissions as he becomes stronger. Keep in mind that initially, the system couldn't clear so-called erroneous data.

now.

It not only clears erroneous data, but also allows Ian to provide a "firewall" for others, clearly because he is very different from his previous self.

“Now it’s obvious who’s allied with whom. No need to say more. Smart people know what’s going on.” While waiting, Ian also looked at the brain that was still emitting a golden-red glow.

After verbally abusing Ian, the Titan remained silent. Of course, this didn't stop Ian from wanting to inhale a few more breaths of the soul dust emanating from it.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +14]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +18]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +22]

……

Ian pressed his mouth close to Doomsday's brain and began to twitch wildly. Streams of dust, invisible to ordinary people, rushed into his mouth as if swept by a tornado.

This is certainly a very happy thing.

However, the Titan Old God was clearly in a lot of pain.

"Ahhh!"

He felt like he was being driven crazy. He didn't say much, but the golden-red energy flowed faster, as if he was planning to finish the revival quickly and then settle accounts with that bastard Ian.

"Boom!"

Just as Ian was gulping down the soul energy of the Kryptonian ancient gods.

He suddenly heard a deafening roar outside.

That was the sound of a fight.

"What's going on?" Ian poked his head out of Titan's ear and saw a red and blue figure crash into the ground like a cannonball—it was his father, Clark!
There are enemies!
And the enemy is another Superman floating in mid-air!
"too weak."

Injustice Superman spoke coldly.

"A victory gained through trickery hasn't allowed you to unleash your full potential." He didn't land, he just stared at Clark, who was punched deep into the ground.

"Now, you will pay the price for your laziness. Your power and everything will be taken by me, and you are not worthy of the name Superman." Injustice Superman declared, his whole demeanor exuding an air of superiority.

"I think you are even less qualified."

Clark, who crawled out from underground, was genuinely furious.

He soared into the sky.

His face was full of annoyance.

How can I not be annoyed?

One minute you have to worry about Batman.

Then another Superman jumped out and said he wanted to take his wife and children!
Who can tolerate this?
Clark has unleashed his full power.

He angrily swung his fist at Bu Yichao.

But Bu Yichao, with an indifferent expression, caught his fist directly.

Clark was simply unable to move forward.

"Still weak. What, even your family can't make you unleash your full potential? It seems your potential is nothing special." Injustice Superman sneered, then punched Clark in the chest with his backhand, sending him flying into Doomsday's body.

"Damn it!"

Clark let out a muffled thud.

Its body was completely embedded in Doomsday's torso.

"Dad! I'm here to help you! I'm the ultimate power bank! The glory of the paladin will soon shine upon you!"

Ian was shocked to see this.

Without hesitation, they rushed out.

His eyes blazed with golden light, like two miniature suns. The next second, Clark's injuries instantly healed, and his body was enveloped in a powerful energy. He burst forth from Doomsday's body, charging straight at Injustice Superman!

"This is the meaning of family!"

Ian is speaking up for his father.

The old father silently punched the Unjust Superman.

"Still utterly vulnerable... No!" Injustice Superman suddenly realized that his opponent's speed had increased significantly. In fact, it was his own speed that had slowed down. Clark's fist slammed into his face, causing his face to contort and him to cough up blood in a frenzy.

"what happened!"

The injustice was greatly alarmed.

He turned to look at Ian.

Suddenly, Ian's eyes were strangely moving separately—his left eye glowed yellow and his right eye glowed red.

"Red solar rays?!"

Injustice has finally changed its tune.

It's not just the face.

His entire body was bathed in red light.

　Today counts as my leave of absence; this chapter is my leave request. I owe you another big chapter—guys, our group is already full, but I've squeezed some funds out of my own wallet and upgraded it to a 2000-person group. Everyone, come join us!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)