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

Chapter 126 Golden Superman! Ian's Electronic Cigarette!
Huang Taiyang is the sun.

The red sun is actually the sun.

For Ian, who controls the [Solar Law], he can make his starry eyes emit the light of the yellow sun, and naturally he can also make this light radiate the characteristics of the red sun.

The light of the yellow sun is a great tonic for Kryptonians.

The red sun, on the other hand, is exactly the opposite.

It can greatly weaken and suppress the innate power of Kryptonians. Therefore, while Clark was strengthened, Injustice Superman was weakened by Ian.

The gap in strength between the two gradually disappeared in that instant.

"Puff~"

Injustice Superman was too slow to react after being hit by Clark's punch.

Direct facial distortion.

He was vomiting blood incessantly.

Even though Injustice Superman has absorbed several other Supermen from parallel universes, Red Sun is too powerful. His strength is reduced to less than one-tenth under Ian's single eye.

In fact.

In other words, Ian's overall attributes are still not strong enough, and he doesn't have enough skill points to upgrade [Eternal Day's Eye], which has already reached level three and now requires a full eight skill points for a new round of upgrades.

if not.

If he were to unleash a higher-level red solar ray, he could even force another Superman to kneel on the spot.

"My eyes, wattage, no, pupil power, are still not extraordinary enough!" Ian saw that he had only managed to bring Superman to the point where his father could break through his defenses.

He was once again deeply moved by how correct the evil gods' choice had been.

Be neither greedy nor seeking more.

Even if he only had 18,000 eyes, Ian felt he could be content. Not only could he deal with the Superman from the mysterious universe, but he even dared to enter his rebellious phase ahead of time.

"Fortunately, I still have some legitimate methods to rely on..." Ian took out a Speed ​​Force calf from behind his back and placed it on his right eye, which was staring at Injustice Superman.

"What's more terrifying than the red sun is the red sun on its deathbed, when it will unleash radiation far exceeding that of its normal period—you've enjoyed so much with me for so long! My eyes! It's time for you to suffer!"

"Extremely sublimated!"

Ian's right eye was pressed against the Speed ​​Force calf, which had a corrupting effect, and his eyeball began to decay under the influence of the Speed ​​Force calf.

With the "Death Resistance" buff granting him immortality, Ian is quite ruthless towards all his organs except his brain. His right eye is rapidly deteriorating due to the effects of the Speed ​​Force on his calf.

Berserker Experience +8

Gaining experience.

Ian's right eye was like a star on its last legs, bursting forth with its final brilliance—he filled the void in Injustice Superman's life by ensuring he never experienced the Kryptonian apocalypse.

"Ahhhh!"

Injustice Superman has been dealt another blow.

Bathed in even stronger red solar rays, his remaining energy was rapidly being consumed by the rays. He attempted to attack Ian but found that Ian remained behind Clark.

It is impossible to break through Clark.

He couldn't cut off the ray that could bend in the kid's eyes.

Damn!

How can heat rays bend!
"How can this be……"

Injustice Superman's bruised and swollen face was filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Bang~"

This was accompanied by Clark's offensive.

His face became even more swollen. To be honest, Injustice Superman still had fighting power, but the sudden decline in his strength was something he was finding hard to adapt to.

His raised hands were completely unable to keep up with Clark's speed.

"Bang bang bang~"

Clark's speed was indeed very fast in the eyes of Injustice Superman.

It happened so fast that he was caught completely off guard.

It was difficult to withstand.

In fact, Injustice Superman's speed is not slower than Clark's.

only..

Going from luxury to frugality is ultimately too difficult. Having long been accustomed to his absolute dominance, returning to a relatively weaker position is indeed quite challenging for Unjust Superman.

Nothing is impossible!

Clark didn't really understand the workings of Ian's eyes, but that didn't stop him from furiously attacking his enemy, punching him relentlessly until Injustice Superman could only retreat in defeat.

In this regard.

Ian has something to say.

“These sun eyes are the treasures of the Kryptonian bloodline. Only the most powerful Kryptonians can be chosen by them to become great Kryptonian paladins… Paladins can not only bless their allies, but also curse their enemies.” Ian’s two eyes were darting around in different directions.

It's like two different spotlights.

While he was giving a fake science lesson, his eyes were constantly providing Clark with a protagonist-like boost, while at the same time weakening the strength of another Superman character.

"No, this isn't right! Your youngest son isn't Louise's child! He...whose child is he with?!" Even though Injustice Superman was beaten up and had bumps all over his head.

But his brain was clearly not damaged yet; he didn't believe a word Ian said.

What kind of sun eye?

Others don't understand Kryptonians.

How could he not understand what a Kryptonian is?

"shut your mouth!"

Clark did not want to answer the question.

He punched again.

But this time.

"Bang~"

Injustice Superman finally managed to adapt to his weakened body. For the first time, he put together an effective block, raising his arms to deflect Clark's punches aimed specifically at his face.

After all, it was the combined power of more than a dozen Supermen. Even if those Supermen weren't that powerful, they were still Supermen. At this moment, Injustice Superman was not without the ability to fight Clark.

He has gradually adapted to this weakness.

This is a contest between gods.

The two men clashed fists.

"boom--!!!"

A tremendous shockwave was generated at this moment, sweeping outwards like a storm with incredible ferocity, and the land, which had already been leveled by the battle, suffered another devastating blow.

The remaining mountain range was completely flattened, with debris flying everywhere and dust obscuring the sky.

“Or rather, he’s not your child at all…” Injustice Superman attempted to turn and attack Ian, but was stopped by Clark. He stared intently at the other version of himself in front of him and spoke in a deep voice.

this sentence.

He did not anger Clark.

However, this angered Ian, who was the strongest support player.

"Damn fake Superman! You're talking nonsense!" Ian stood at a distance, his hair whipping wildly in the raging air currents, and he gave an exasperated reply before Clark could react.

"How can I not be Dad's child? Dad! Quick! Kill this fake Superman! This guy is trying to disinherit me! He deserves to die!"

The boy was shouting.

The sound was drowned out by the thunderous aftershocks.

"Having a kid like that must be annoying, right?" Gradually getting used to his frail body, Injustice Superman finally stopped being beaten up one-sidedly and began to fight Clark back and forth.

"It's still better than having nothing at all."

Clark was truly attacking Superman's spirit. Of course, only Superman himself truly understands Superman, and he can see why the unjust Superman before him is so cruel and ruthless.

"Happiness? Happiness makes you weak!" Unjust Superman was indeed instantly enraged, his eyes turning bloodshot. Despite being under Ian's red sun radiation, he still managed to fight Clark to a standstill.

Injustice Superman dodged Clark's heavy punch by sidestepping, and then delivered a backhand elbow strike to Clark's spine. Clark plummeted to the ground like a meteor, crashing through three mountains before finally emerging from the deep pit.

Injustice Superman's heat ray came one after another. Clark dodged to the side, and another of his own heat rays plowed two lava trenches into the ground next to him.

Like an abyss.

Reaching deep into the Earth's core.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Bang bang bang~"

That's how Kryptonians fight – every punch feels real.

A series of muffled thuds echoed under the night sky. Two red and blue afterimages crisscrossed the heavens and earth, each collision triggering a deafening roar and causing the earth and mountains to collapse.

Ian cannot intervene in such a battle.

Fortunately, his eyes were able to keep up with the pace of the two. The collision between Superman and Superman generated a visible shockwave, and the surrounding ground and air rippled like ocean waves.

Gravel and dust were swirling into the sky. They were moving so fast that ordinary people couldn't keep up; all they could hear was a series of deafening crashes, and all they could see were fleeting afterimages flashing through the air.

"Oh my god! Which one is our Clark?" Louise was one of those ordinary people who couldn't see clearly. Now, with Jordan carrying her on his back once again, she finally arrived on this side.

She wanted to warn Superman to be careful of the Unjust Superman.

however.

Injustice arrived before her.

"Mom! Jordan!"

Ian turned around and saw his second brother and mother. His heat rays, which were more than 200 degrees Celsius, were constantly shrouded in the light of Clark and another mysterious Superman.

"What are you doing?"

Louise was dumbfounded when she saw the two piercing beams in her youngest son's eyes.

Jordan was even more shocking.

He also has heat rays, but he can't do this at all. Is this the result of Kryptonian genetic mutation? The second brother's super brain is somewhat unable to process the information of the scene he is seeing.

"I'm acting as a tailed beast power bank. My father is my jinchūriki. This time I'm the MVP again. It's all thanks to me that my father wasn't beaten into a pretzel by another fake father."

"When you get back, remember to remind your father to remember my kindness and to give me Lonely Fortress when he writes his will, so that your second brother can get less of the family's Kryptonian treasures."

Ian spoke frankly in front of his second brother.

"Hey! I'm still standing here! Why not give Jonathan a smaller share?" Jordan's eyes widened, and his focus really left Louise speechless.

"Your father isn't dead yet! Can't you guys show a little more filial piety?" Louise said angrily, slapping Jordan on the back of the head twice.

Because the distance is too far.

She ended up patting Jordan's head instead of her younger son's head.

"..."

Jordan was utterly speechless.

Ian, meanwhile, was still trying to curry favor with his mother.

"So many things happened today. I'm the MVP of the game. The entire Justice League should be grateful to me, otherwise the Justice League will definitely be wiped out this time."

His tone was full of certainty and pride.

"??????"

Louise didn't know how to judge Ian's statement, so she could only remain silent, pretending not to hear, and look at the two Supermen fighting in the distance with complicated and worried eyes.

"Will you win?"

Louise didn't know.

"It will win."

Ian and Jordan are both very determined.

"I'll go help Dad!"

Jordan wanted to do something for Clark, but just as he was about to take off, Louise stopped him. The mature mother knew very well the difference between her second son and the real Superman.

"Actually, as long as we drag this out and let the yellow solar energy in that superhuman's body run out, he will gradually fall into a disadvantageous position." Ian had a very clear understanding of the situation.

His judgment was correct.

Even the Unjust Superman, exposed to the radiation of the red sun, understood this. Clark's ferocious fist grazed his temple, the sonic boom powerful enough to shatter his eardrums.

Fresh blood seeped from his ear.

It was clearly the continuous weakening effect caused by the red sun's radiation that was at play. Clark seized this moment, gathering all his strength in his right fist, and slammed it hard into Injustice Superman's ribs.

--boom! !
This punch finally made Injustice Superman grunt, his body being knocked back and crashing into a mountain. While his super brain was still functioning, he ignored the pain and roared as he charged forward.

This time, he was faster and stronger. Clark didn't even have time to defend himself before being struck in the abdomen with a knee strike, sending him flying into the air like a cannonball.

Two people broke through the atmosphere.

It flew straight into space.

Two afterimages, one blue and one red, collided dozens of times in a single second.

The shockwave tore a vacuum band twenty kilometers in diameter out of the clouds. Ian's pupils contracted sharply as his retina caught the trail of the two crossing the Carmen Line.

"Damn it! I'm losing sight of him!" Ian looked up from the ground, his golden pupils locked onto his father's figure, but the battle environment between the two superheroes rose higher and higher.

His vision gradually blurred.

"This is a trick by the fake Superman!" Ian immediately realized what Injustice Superman was trying to do, and he quickly took to the air, breaking the sound barrier and soaring into the sky.

however.

As he burst out of the atmosphere, a sudden feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him.

“Space is also part of the sky! I am the tyrant of the sky, why should I need to breathe?!” Ian gritted his teeth, trying to convince his body.

However, his lungs clearly weren't going to accept this fallacy. In the instant his consciousness began to fade, he had to change direction and awkwardly plummet back into the atmosphere.

It floated heavily in the clouds, panting.

Not dying doesn't mean you won't fall into a coma due to lack of oxygen.

This wave.

Injustice Superman had indeed figured out his weakness—he deliberately dragged Clark into space, all the way to the barren surface of the moon. There, no evil boy interfered with his battle with Clark.

The influence of the red sun on him completely disappeared.

The energy supplied to Clark by the yellow sun had lost its target. As his power began to recover, Injustice Superman punched Clark into a nearby celestial body.

——Boom! ! !
A dust flower exploded on the surface of the moon.

Clark's body was deeply embedded in the lunar soil.

The crater's rock face collapsed upon impact. His vision blurred for a moment, but his superhuman resilience brought him back to his senses. He struggled to his feet and looked up.

Injustice Superman is already hovering above the moon.

"You know what, Clark?" Injustice Superman's voice couldn't travel in a vacuum, but Clark's super hearing as a Kryptonian still allowed him to catch that cold tone.

"In the vacuum of the universe, no one will hear your screams. I will let you die with dignity... Your children will only remember the most heroic moments you faced me."

Injustice Superman is actually quite considerate of others.

"Zizzizi~"

However, Clark responded to him with heat rays.

A surge of red light filled this barren land.

Injustice Superman swooped down, withstanding Clark's heat blast, and aimed his fist at Clark's head. Clark barely managed to roll away, and the moon's surface exploded into a giant crater where he had been standing.

This blow from Injustice Superman.

It was far more terrifying than a nuclear bomb of maximum yield. Clark used his heat vision again, the crimson beam slicing through the darkness, but Unjust Superman easily dodged it by simply tilting his head slightly.

He regained his overwhelming power.

"Your attack is ridiculous."

Injustice Superman sneered.

“Just like your weak belief, it’s worthless.” He appeared in front of Clark in an instant, grabbed Clark’s head, and slammed Clark hard onto the lunar surface.

Once, twice, three times... each impact caused the lunar crust to tremble, and dust surged like ocean waves.

"Do you think you can change everything with just one child?"

Injustice spoke in a deep voice, as if it came from the depths of hell, "You are too weak, Clark. Your weakness prevents you from truly controlling the infinite power within you."

"Your so-called mercy and perseverance are no match for my ironclad laws." Injustice Superman stomped on Clark's chest, and the moon dust surged like waves under the impact.

“You, like the other Supermen in the universe, have reached your end. As always, I have won.” Injustice Superman’s tone was devoid of joy or excitement.

Instead, it carries a sense of indescribable complexity.

“You are no longer Superman.” Blood trickled from the corner of Clark’s mouth. In the silence of the vacuum, his voice was firm, enough to be heard by another Kryptonian.

"The one who died doesn't deserve to be called Superman." Injustice Superman coldly retorted, raising his fist high, and the next second, his fist smashed down like a meteorite!

"boom--!"

Clark's head caved in from the impact, and the lunar rock surface cracked, creating a deep crater that sank into the Earth's core. His vision blurred, and all he could hear was the sound of his own blood rushing to his ears.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of your family." Injustice Superman leaned down, his tone eerily calm, and raised his fist again. "I'll do everything a Superman is supposed to do."

My family... doesn't need you to take care of them!

Clark tried to resist, but his hands were smashed off by his opponent. In his struggle, he could only let out painful roars as he watched his opponent's fist fall on his head again.

"boom!!"

Clark's head dented again.

Blood splattered.

Undeterred, Injustice continued, "And that boy... I will investigate his existence. Perhaps, he too is a mistake that should be eliminated."

This is the conclusion that Injustice Superman came to after careful consideration.

Kryptonians shouldn't be like that.

No universe contains such a variable.

They consciously shouldered their mission.

Injustice doesn't want to let any species that might be an alien invasion get away with it—even if it really is Lois's child, mistakes that need to be cleaned up must be cleaned up.

This is the ironclad rule he adheres to.

I will not waver for anyone.

“God is dead, Clark. We must find a true savior among ourselves, but unfortunately, it won’t be you.” Injustice Superman said, raising his fist again.

however.

"Don't... touch my child!!!"

Clark, whose skull is sunken.

His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot!

A single sentence from Unjust Superman seemed to have touched a nerve with him.

Two intense heat rays erupted forth, catching Injustice Superman off guard. He immediately unleashed his own heat ray to counter them—the crimson beams in the eyes of the two Supermen intertwined in the vacuum.

It burst forth with dazzling brilliance.

However, to everyone's surprise, Clark's heat rays were gradually suppressing Injustice Superman! Injustice Superman was shocked to find that his rays were being pushed back by the opponent!
"why?"

He was greatly puzzled.

"You have no idea what responsibility is, no idea why we are called supermen... That's why you can't understand that judgment and conquest never bring hope!"

Clark roared, his vision already blurred, but at this moment, countless images that others could not see flashed across his retina.

Mother Martha is baking apple pie in the kitchen. The aroma fills the entire farm.

Jonathan stood in the wheat field and smiled at him.

Louise, in the Daily Planet office, smiled and handed him a cup of coffee—while Ian and Jordan were engaged in a fierce battle on the sofa over the remote control.

These are all bits and pieces from the past.

It is the happiness that Clark has always protected.

now.

They burned in Clark's blood.

"How could someone like you be worthy of taking care of my family!" Clark's voice could not be heard in the vacuum, but Unjust Superman seemed to hear his roar.

Golden light.

It bloomed from Clark's body.

It seemed as if boundless power was surging from his body.

"what is that!"

Injustice Superman watched in shock as his heat rays were completely suppressed. His brain made a decision, so he had to retreat and dodge, otherwise he knew his head would be pierced through.

"This is impossible!"

Injustice Superman's face was filled with disbelief and astonishment as he looked at Clark, who had stood up again, bathed in golden light, his injuries healing at a visible speed.

This scene shocked Injustice Superman, and Ironblood Conqueror couldn't help but look up at the universe. The sun was not on this side, and Clark's Yellow Sun supply should have been extremely weak.

and so.

That light didn't come from the sun?
"What...what did you do?!"

Injustice Superman finally lost his composure.

Clark didn't answer; he simply raised his fist slowly, golden energy flowing between his fingers. It wasn't light from the sun, but light from within.

It is true belief.

"Isn't this right?"

Injustice Superman felt his mind was going blank.

“I don’t need to bask in the sun.” Clark gently raised his hand, a ball of blazing golden energy gathering in his palm. “Because… the sun has always been in my heart.”

His body radiated a liquid gold-like light.

In a trance.

Injustice seemed to see one figure after another in it. It was Ian, it was Jordan, it was Jonathan, it was Lois, and Injustice felt he saw many other figures as well.

I'm clearly so much better than you!

Injustice Superman was deeply moved. He didn't want this to affect his state of mind, so he roared and gritted his teeth as he charged forward again at a terrifying speed.

His figure crushed countless ring-shaped mountain ranges.

Surpassing the fastest.

However, this time.

Clark's punches were faster than his!

"boom--!!!"

The defenses that Injustice Superman hastily erected crumbled the moment they made contact. The shockwave pierced through his body, exiting from his back, blasting through countless craters, and then shattering a large asteroid belt in space.

"What... what is this light..." Injustice Superman looked down at his sunken chest, Clark's golden fist slowly being removed.

His internal organs were shattered, but it was clear that the other party did not intend to kill him, so he was only seriously injured. He was kneeling on the ground with a stiff and blank expression.

"Kryptonian blood makes us strong, but love is what makes us invincible. You shouldn't threaten me with my family." Clark looked at Injustice Superman.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and firm.

"This light has always been there."

"But you... perhaps you've already forgotten."

A true family hero.

He's always been a superman.

Injustice Superman was stunned.

He looked down at his broken body.

Countless images flashed through my mind.

Yet he couldn't grasp it at all; behind him lay nothing but emptiness. At this moment, Injustice Superman's eyes widened in panic. He had merged the superhuman powers of countless universes, yet it seemed he had lost the most important thing of all.

"So that's how it is...family..."

Injustice Superman raised his bloodied and mangled right hand, sunlight shining on Clark's pale face.

The man repeated the word in a hoarse voice.

It was as if they were chewing on some unfamiliar concept.

His panicked eyes regained their composure.

and.

Quickly dimmed.

Clark's sudden outburst made Injustice Super realize something terrifying: having lost his family, perhaps merging with Supermen from other universes would be meaningless.

He can't save anyone.

It can't save this precarious multiverse.

Losing the ability to love.

They have already lost their future and their support.

This also means that he is no longer the person who can truly solve all problems.

He can judge the world.

He can conquer everything.

He could become a god.

However, he can never become a true superman.

"Just kill me."

this moment.

The Unjust Superman made an incredibly decisive choice.

His broken ribs are slowly regenerating, like a withered tree corroded by salt and alkali. "You will inherit my power, as well as the power of sixteen other supermen."

talking.

Injustice Superman tore off his battle robe.

Clark's pupils contracted slightly. He saw the skin peeking out from the crack in the opponent's suit—skin covered in numerical tattoos, recording the numbers of each of the devoured counterparts.

“I don’t need your power.” Clark frowned and asked, “But you need to tell me what exactly your so-called hunting and rescue is all about.”

The light emanating from Clark was gradually fading.

It did not disappear.

Instead, it returned to the body.

“Countless universes are approaching our world. The Supreme Alliance believes that the multiverse will be devoured. In fact, the multiverse itself may already be feeling this crisis.” Injustice Superman did not refuse to answer. Instead, he lay on the ground, enduring the pain of being broken, and responded to Clark.

"Once an entity dies, the universe will transfer its power and potential to other individuals, and all surviving individuals will share this potential equally."

"The purpose of the Supreme Alliance is to gather the power of all its counterparts into one, unite them into one, and then use this power to help our universe resist the encroachment of other universes."

There was a hint of melancholy in Unjust Superman's words.

"Isn't it supposed to be an equal split? You don't look like you just shared the power of the other Supermen." Superman frowned; he had long noticed that Injustice Superman was far too ridiculously strong.

“That’s right, we have a way to intercept the full potential and power of the hunted.” With that, the kneeling Injustice Superman took a metal belt from his waist and threw it to Clark.

The metal belt is shimmering with countless phantom images of the "S" logo.

"This thing can make the multiverse misjudge the wearer as one of 999999 individuals." Injustice Superman grinned, revealing his still-bleeding mouth.

"Other universes would only receive a fraction of the power."

He is quite honest.

"So, is this why I've become stronger for no apparent reason recently? Did I get a little bit of the benefits?" Superman crushed his belt without the slightest hesitation.

See this scene.

Injustice Superman's gaze became more complex.

"No, no, that's an investment our universe made in you after you survived the extraterrestrial invasion." Injustice Superman once again answered Clark's question.

"invest?"

What else does Superman want to ask?

suddenly.

He suddenly looked up at the Earth.

"That doomsday! The souls hidden within... have fully awakened!!"

Clark's voice exploded through the air, filled with unprecedented tension and alertness. He grabbed Injustice Superman's shoulder, tearing through space almost instantly.

Piercing through the atmosphere and plummeting from the desolate land of the moon to Earth—this time, the old father has indeed received an epic power-up, becoming much stronger than before.

Their figures pierced through the clouds like two burning meteors, landing on the city ruins.

The ground shook, dust billowed, and Louise, Ian, and Jordan stood not far away, their expressions grave.

"What happened!" Louise asked loudly, her eyes filled with worry.

“Doomsday…it’s not a weapon,” Clark said in a deep voice. “It’s a vessel—a sleeping being inside, something Ian told us before.”

The instant he finished speaking.

Ian hadn't even had a chance to claim credit.

Lois had already seen Injustice Superman being held in Clarke's arms.

"Grab his neck, Clark, grab his neck, grab it hard, like you grab Ian." The old mother unleashed an overly emotional outburst at Clark.

"..."

Clark didn't know why.

But he did as instructed.

"??????" Unjust Superman, who was being held by the neck, looked up with a twitching mouth, meeting Lois's murderous gaze. He opened his mouth as if to say something.

only.

He hadn't even had a chance to speak.

The colossal, doomed sun, which had long been shrouded in death, suddenly opened its eyes!

Boom! !
The earth shook violently, as if the entire land was being torn apart by some invisible force.

"Kryptonian descendants..."

A magnificent, awe-inspiring, and majestic voice echoed. The Titan Doomsday, which had been lying paralyzed on the ground, suddenly stood upright, its mountain-like body blotting out the sky.

Its bluish-purple skin is fading.

In its place came a new organization that shone with a golden-red light.

"I am your god."

Doomsday opened its massive maw, with a star-like orb of light swirling in its throat. Its voice was deep and ancient, carrying an aura of majesty and oppression that did not belong to this era.

"Now, the time has come for your sacrifice." As soon as it finished speaking, a golden-red light burst forth from its mouth, sweeping across the surroundings like a tidal wave.

"what happened!?"

Clark felt a sharp pain inside his body.

Golden energy began to flow uncontrollably toward Doomsday.

"He is absorbing our power!"

Injustice, who was also affected, exclaimed in surprise.

Doomsday's body began to shrink.

It was no longer that enormous monster, but gradually coalesced into a humanoid shape, its skin displaying an eerie golden-red luster, like an ancient deity.

"I need the right body, I need your genes and strength."

The ancient god murmured softly.

Clark did not respond to his words.

Injustice seems to have realized something.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

He suddenly sprang up, his heat gaze shooting straight into the other's eye sockets. However, that ray, powerful enough to melt through the earth's crust, was caught by Doomsday, who swallowed it into his palm like a noodle.

Clark's golden fist followed closely, but all its kinetic energy was absorbed the moment it made contact. Doomsday grabbed his wrist with a backhand, and galaxies seemed to flow beneath his golden-red skin.

“Oh, my gifted descendant, so close to my potential, you truly amaze me…” the ancient god spoke with thunderous fervor, taking a deep, ecstatic breath.

Clark's energy surged forth like a river flowing into the sea.

"Clark! Jordan!"

Louise's scream drew everyone's attention. There, Jordan lay kneeling, a golden, misty substance seeping from his skin, being forcibly extracted from his body. His pupils flickered.

It looks like a desk lamp that's about to lose power.

"Hang in there, Second Brother!"

Ian slid to Jordan's side and pressed his hands to his temples. The black light of "Desecration" flashed, and the extracted energy mist suddenly solidified.

It then flowed back into Jordan's body.

Do the same thing.

Ian once again successfully saved his father remotely—don't ask why he ran just now, running wouldn't have shown the urgency of the situation, anyway, his skill once again proved to be of great use.

Everything happened in a single second.

No one could find fault with him.

"You wicked little devil!"

The ancient god Doomsday, with his golden-red skin, revealed his wrath for the first time.

"What exactly are you?!"

He swung his fist, the size of a truck, and the resulting wind pressure flattened the ground within a hundred meters. He wasn't trying to kill Ian, but rather to send Ian flying like the Dark Titan.

Inside Doomsday's body.

The ancient god knew, of course, that the boy was an unkillable, filthy being.

"bring it on!"

Instead of retreating, Ian advanced, his body engulfed in black flames, preparing to use his newly acquired "Annihilation" ability to take the blow head-on—however, the opponent's fist abruptly stopped a few dozen meters away from him.

This guy's previously soaring power began to decline rapidly.

It was as if it had been forcibly pulled away by some stronger will.

He withdrew his fist.

"Hmm?" Ian frowned, thinking that the other party had seen through his tactics. But the next second, he realized that the Ancient God Doomsday was not meant to defend against him.

Why are you here?!

Doomsday suddenly looked up at the sky, its golden-red eyes trembling violently. The light on its body began to flicker erratically, like a faulty light bulb, just like Jordan had been moments before.

"No! I don't want to fall back into sleep!"

It let out a howl that didn't sound like a human.

His voice was filled with resentment and fear.

A translucent, golden-red soul was being forcibly ripped from above, emanating a chilling aura.

"You can't do this!"

This soul seems to be about to fall silent.

Ian was quick-witted and agile.

He rushed forward and grabbed that wisp of soul.

"Who are you talking to?"

He looked up in that instant.

The dawn suddenly pierced the clouds. Morpheus, the god of dreams, hovered in the morning glow, his silver hair cascading like a galaxy. The dream threads entwined around his fingertips were firmly binding the struggling soul in Ian's hands.

"I owe you a favor." Morpheus's voice whispered in my ear like a hundred dreams at the same time. His tone was cold, but he was actually a cold-faced but warm-hearted person.

"Now, I've paid it all off."

Morpheus spoke.

"fart!"

While frantically absorbing soul energy, Ian retorted incoherently, "You're clearly settling a personal score! This guy hunted you down back then! I know that! You can't hide it from me! I am the all-knowing Ian!"

He was quite surprised by Morpheus's arrival, but that did not stop him from retorting. How could he let Morpheus repay the favor he had worked so hard for so easily?

What about interest?
What about the interest on interest?

What about the interest on the interest?
"Ok?"

Injustice Superman staggered to his feet.

I stared at the sky in awe.

"Who is that?"

He asked.

“I don’t know, my son knows a lot of weird people.” Clark’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air. To his astonishment, he discovered that the energy that had been drained was returning like a tide.

Doomsday's body collapsed with a roar, turning into a pile of wreckage and completely losing its life. The energy that had just been absorbed naturally overflowed and returned to its owner.

but.

Nothing happened to Injustice Superman.

A great deal of energy was returning to Clark's body.

Even the portion of Injustice Superman that had been absorbed was now surging into his body. Golden patterns spread wildly beneath his skin, as if an entire galaxy were flowing through his veins.

"It seems the universe has already made its judgment."

Injustice Superman looked at his unchanged arms and body.

Poker face.

"Perhaps it's just those Supermen you killed... they made their choices." Clark didn't seem happy; he spoke to Injustice Superman with a serious tone.

The two people have different ideas.

And now.

Who is right and who is wrong.

It's actually not important anymore.

After all, the final result is right in front of us—the power belonging to Superman has found the Superman they needed.

　The standards were updated these past two days, and I still owe 23000 words. After being recommended on the 18th, I started making up for it.

(End of this chapter)