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

Chapter 128 The Death of Ian! The Heroine Sheds Tears!
Outside the window.

The city's neon lights are flashing.

As the princess of Themyscira and a demigod on earth, Wonder Woman Diana was certainly not lacking in intelligence. Almost the instant the other person opened their mouth, she realized that the other person was definitely not Batman.

Bruce would never use such a direct tone to promote himself.

The big capitalists in the Justice League always only put on the most sophisticated kind of show-offs—except when they're bragging about their wealth. That's why Diana realized the problem the moment her blood pressure spiked.

"Ian Kent!"

Having already developed some psychological trauma, Diana was certainly able to make a clear judgment: it was definitely the Kent family's strange device using a convincing voice changer!
"Yes, the person I'm talking about is Ian Kent. You owe this well-behaved, obedient, sensible, gentle, kind, and generous child so much."

“Without him, you… our Justice League would be wiped out long ago.” Batman’s bubbly voice continued to whisper as he gave the youngest son of the Kent family a praise of over six hundred words.

"..."

Diana, wrapped in a bathrobe, was speechless. She searched the house thoroughly, even checking under her bed – clearly afraid that Ian might be hiding somewhere.

Who says only US military personnel suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder?

Wonder Woman now has her own PTSD!
“I’m not under the bed. Batman never hides under the bed. If you don’t believe me, go ask the Joker; he just had his second child.” The voice of the real Batman came through the phone again. He was playing the Batman from his own books, the Batman character he owned the copyright to, so no one could find fault with him.

"??????"

Diana glanced at her phone in disbelief. She began to rummage through everything, checking not only the ceiling but also her bed.

Nothing at all.

Not only did they fail to find the boy who was hiding, they also failed to find a single spy camera.

"Damn Kryptonian brat! That's not how you use super hearing and super vision!" Diana yelled into the phone, clearly having misunderstood something.

This misunderstanding is quite subtle.

Even the bathrobe she was wearing made Diana feel uneasy, so she quickly found a tortoise shell made of pure lead and put it on herself before she felt a little more at ease.

obviously.

Superman has always been more than just a source of fear for Bruce.

"I am Batman, and this is the power of technology." The voice of the real Batman rang out again, but not through a phone, but through the notebook that Diana had placed in the living room.

I saw.

Under Diana's incredulous gaze, the laptop, which should have been closed, slowly opened and moved on its own, which was even more unsettling than the cabinet moving.

"???"

Diana stared in disbelief at the figure in the background of the Batcave on the computer screen—wearing full armor, he really did look like a real Batman.

“Our Wayne Technology products have a lot of backdoors. Buy a computer and get a full set of built-in monitoring, surveillance, and explosive devices. It’s clear that our main selling point is cost-effectiveness.”

The official Batman is expressing his feelings.

His fingers tapped on a black box.

"??????"

Diana's face showed even more questions.

She didn't care about the laptop.

Instead, they were quite shocked by the Batcave where "Batman" was located.

"Damn it, you not only stole my phone, but you also infiltrated Bruce's lair?" Diana was dumbfounded. She remembered that Ian had always been concerned about digging up and opening treasure chests.

That audacious fellow.

They might actually dare to sneak into Bruce's house and "open the treasure chest".

"Heh, Batman can call whoever he wants—don't ask why, because I'm Batman, so of course I should stay in my Batcave and spy on the world from the shadows."

"What else did you think? I'm not going to sleep in the cat's bed, am I?"

The original Batman felt his sneer wasn't cold enough, so he raised the black box in his hand and played a clip of the original sneer. Diana was completely at a loss for words when she saw this.

She discovered that the other party not only had a problem with her, but also seemed to have a lot of problems with Batman, apparently because Bruce had delayed publishing the boy's work for a long time.

"I apologize! Isn't an apology enough? I shouldn't have tied you up with the rope..."

Diana's expression changed for a long time.

In the end, she opted for a lightning-fast knee slide. Her main concern was that another Wonder Woman might appear in Metropolis tomorrow; who knew what other things this boy wouldn't dare to do?

"The one you've tied up is poor Ian, not me. I'm still Batman..." The real Batman remembers the mistakes he made in the past, and he will never let his guard down.

"So, should I write him an apology letter?" Diana knew what she had to do. She gritted her teeth, but she could only play along with his act.

"Actually, he doesn't care about that, but if you insist on writing, I've already sent you his email address... Ian is a sensitive kid, he wants to see essays of at least five thousand words, and they have to be plagiarized with a plagiarism rate of no more than one percent." The original Batman's voice, tinged with a reminder, had barely finished speaking.

Diana's phone then received a text message from a mysterious number.

Yes.

The phone did not display any numbers.

All that's left is the phrase "mystery number".

Even the email address only had the alphabetical order of "[Mysterious Email]".

Diana is now very certain.

Batman Bruce Wayne must have been infiltrated; otherwise, she wouldn't know how to explain the methods the attacker possessed. This was no simple hacking act.

"..."

Diana felt that the thing she regretted most in her life was not the choice she made back then, but that she shouldn't have suggested helping Clark catch Ian just a few hours earlier.

It wasn't just that he was kicked hundreds of times.

He even got entangled with this strange thing from the Kent family!

How can someone hold such a grudge!

"After writing the apology letter, there will be no more conflict between us... I mean, between Ian and me, right?" Diana suppressed her emotions and asked in an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"Based on my Batman speculation, Ian doesn't really care about these things. He cares more about whether you continue to fight for justice in your city after you go back tonight."

The official Batman also spoke in a serious tone.

The look in his eyes seemed somewhat expectant.

"What do you mean?"

Diana felt somewhat bewildered.

She didn't think Ian was overseeing her superhero career at all.

This guy.

There must be something fishy going on behind the scenes.

"Um, how should I tell you?"

"It's Ian, right? He made a small attempt. Whether this attempt deserves his recognition depends on your lasso and whether you can perform well in your subsequent vigilante career."

"If he performs well enough, he'll admit that one of his works ended up in your hands." The original Batman's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"??????"

Diana became increasingly confused.

She was about to ask another question.

The "Batman" on the other end of the phone suddenly started looking around.

"What are you doing hiding in the temporary public toilet?" A sudden voice came from the background, followed by a shake of the communication screen, as if someone had "clipped" into the scene of the bat cave.

"Holy crap! Is this background created using green screen effects?"

Diana's eyes widened.

She saw Clark's figure appear at the edge of the screen, while Batman frantically tried to turn off the display. In the end, all she heard was Clark asking Batman what he was doing.

"I'll do whatever Jordan wants to do!"

In order to conceal the truth.

The boy had clearly given it his all.

Communications ceased abruptly.

Diana stared blankly at the completely black screen.

Her chest heaved violently.

"Snapped!"

Diana stared at the laptop, and without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand and smashed the laptop open. Sure enough, it was filled with sophisticated surveillance equipment.

Just like that Kent boy said.

however.

In fact, this laptop is not a product of Wayne Enterprises at all.

"I knew the shop assistants near my house were all weird! Those damn rich people!" Diana sat on the sofa, gritting her teeth, momentarily unable to tell whether she was angrier at Ian or Bruce.

"No, something's not right. That guy impersonating Batman called me, it couldn't have been out of boredom. Maybe... his real purpose was to indirectly ask about the Lasso of Truth?"

Recalling the phone call just now.

Her expression gradually became one of surprise and uncertainty.

"He tampered with my equipment!"

The thought made Diana freeze. She hurriedly took out the Lasso of Truth and examined it carefully. The golden rope looked perfectly normal, but her unease grew stronger.

"No way, the Lasso of Truth is the work of the gods, how could it be so easily tampered with?" Despite Diana's desire to deny the terrifying suspicion in her heart.

however.

She couldn't help but think about Ian's performance tonight, and that high divine power that, while not overwhelming, was terrifyingly powerful—who knows what other strange tricks that thing had up its sleeve!
"All I want to do tonight is get a good night's sleep!" Feeling increasingly uneasy, Diana looked at the tortoise shell on her body and the superheroine outfit she had taken off and put in the closet.

"..."

five minutes later.

Diana, who had finished washing up, still couldn't calm her heart. She transformed back into Wonder Woman and rushed out of her window into the city at night like a golden whirlwind.

This is New York.

America is one of the most famous cities. Amidst towering buildings and flashing neon lights, the streets are sparsely populated, and the air is filled with the smell of dampness mixed with gasoline.

After changing into her armor, Diana did not choose to fly directly to Metropolis to settle scores with Ian.

To avoid getting herself into more of the same troubles that plague the metropolis, she made the wise decision to simply go out and do what Ian wanted her to do.

only.

The city is unusually quiet tonight.

The sirens were barely audible, and even the petty thugs on the streets seemed to have agreed to give the police a day off. It was a good night, and while Wonder Woman was relieved, she also felt a bit lost.

She searched everywhere.

at last.

Just as she finished testing her other equipment and was about to find a prison to test the Lasso of Truth with the inmates, her ear caught a faint but clear sound.

Metal scratches, glass shattering.

This is a trivial crime.

A drunken, burly man is engaging in comical behavior.

"Give me the money! Spit it all back!" the drunkard slurred, the knife scraping against the ATM with a screeching sound. "I know you... you definitely have a lot of money hidden in your secret place!"

The drunkard had his own rationale, and there was nothing wrong with his fierce threats. However, this behavior made it difficult to determine whether he was committing a crime.

Someone would actually carry a fruit knife.

An attempt to rob a real ATM with a body of steel? It's not a big deal, and the police will handle it quickly. Normally, Wonder Woman wouldn't pay too much attention to these alcoholics.

Unfortunately, tonight was too calm and peaceful.

Diana had no choice but to make do and let the police check the cases first.

"Sir, I do not recommend that you do such a thing."

She fell from the sky.

They behaved very politely.

The golden combat boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the concrete.

"Screw you! You immigrant! Don't bother me while I'm robbing!"

This guy looks like a xenophobic redneck. Hearing the dissuasion behind him, the drunkard turned around and began slashing repeatedly, the blade striking Diana's breastplate hard.

"Crack!"

Of course, a mere ordinary blade couldn't possibly break through Wonder Woman's armor. It was directly shattered by Wonder Woman's armor, and because its power was too weak, it didn't even produce a spark.

"Damn it! I knew it was a fake Damascus steel knife!" The drunkard stared blankly at his broken blade. After regaining his senses, he actually started complaining about the merchant's fraud.

This is not just about drinking.

They might have taken some.

“You look like you need to go somewhere else to calm down,” Diana sighed helplessly. With a swift sweep of her leg, the drunkard fell to the ground like a rag doll.

"My leg! Wonder Woman knocked my leg away! Aaaaaah! I was supposed to be an athlete, my dream is ruined!" The guy let out a pig-like scream.

He hasn't been wrongly accused yet.

She had even planned out her dreams and sob stories for the interview.

"..."

Diana watched speechlessly as the sneakers flew away.

“Those are just your shoes, and… do you even remember you’re a white man? You should be talking about family and unions.” Wonder Woman had clearly encountered similar situations more than once.

She was even able to give instructions to drunk men who had fallen to the ground.

"Okay, okay."

The drunkard was taken aback.

He was about to change his story and switch to a howling style when, in the next moment, Diana pulled out her Lasso of Truth and quickly tied it around the drunkard's body.

"Oh! Queen? I like it. So I've already robbed some money, can I come to a place like this to enjoy myself? Give me a good beating, but since you're not wearing high heels, I definitely won't give you a tip." The drunkard's thoughts seemed really disjointed; he even mistook himself for some kind of club.

Completely resigned to one's fate.

He then lay flat on the ground.

"..."

Diana was speechless at the drunkard's high. She rolled her eyes, tightened her Lasso of Truth, and was about to test if there was anything wrong with it.

to be frank.

Logically speaking, the Lasso of Truth is a genuine magical artifact, also known as the Magic Lasso or the Hestia's Lasso, a rope that makes the person bound to it tell the truth.

The rope shone with a sacred light.

Once bound, lies have nowhere to hide. The entire Lasso of Truth was made from the belt of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who endowed it with magic and near-indestructibility.

The Lasso of Truth can grow indefinitely according to the user's will, and is so tough that it is almost impossible to destroy; even a nuclear explosion would not have much effect on it.

Even on Doomsday.

In fact, it doesn't possess the ability to easily damage such a divine artifact—of course, if Doomsday can't do it, no one can say for sure that the boy who is even more like Doomsday than Doomsday can't do it either.

“His expectant tone definitely suggests he’s tampered with something, but I don’t know if he succeeded.” Diana felt she now understood Ian’s character. Ignoring the drunkard’s rambling, she directly activated the magic on the Lasso of Truth and asked him a very simple question.

What is your gender?

Perhaps this problem is not so simple.

Diana was actually prepared to hear the answer "armed helicopter".

only.

But something even more outrageous happened next. Faced with this question, the drunkard, who should have shown honesty, instead appeared to be trembling, his eyes rolling wildly.

White foam even appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Just when Diana thought he was about to faint.

The man suddenly shouted in an extremely exaggerated aria.

"Praise be to you! Emperor of all laws! Ruler of truth!"

You are the first ray of light in the morning! You are the most blazing sun at noon!

Your wisdom is as vast as the Milky Way! Your kindness is as boundless as the earth!

May your brilliance illuminate the multiverse! May your name resound throughout all the heavens and realms!

"He is the embodiment of truth, the terminator of falsehood! He gives us revelation, allowing us to glimpse the outline of the future! Each of us should praise Ian, the Emperor of All Laws, ten thousand times every day!"

...A strange light gleamed in the robber's eyes.

They kept chanting loudly.

At this moment, he was praising "Ian the Emperor of All Laws" incessantly like a fanatic, his exaggerated words and ornate rhetoric sounding like the standard prayer of some cult.

"Oh my God, what did that weirdo do to my lasso?" Diana stared in disbelief at the drunk man who had been robbing an ATM just a moment ago.

The rope was slightly warm in her hands, as if in response to her confusion. Even more terrifying, the praise continued to appear, becoming increasingly absurd and completely different from the previous ones.

"You can manipulate the laws of nature with a single finger! You can reshape reality with a single glance!"

"You are the only true god among billions of parallel universes! All other so-called gods are nothing but mayflies in your dreams!"

……

The more the drunkard recited, the more intoxicated he became.

Diana tightened the noose abruptly.

"Enough! Tell me, who taught you these words?"

She suspected that Ian was remotely controlling the guy through his lasso.

only.

But things weren't that simple. The drunkard's expression suddenly became extremely devout: "It was the truth that manifested itself in my heart. When the sacred golden light enveloped me, I awakened!"

His words elicited a fascinating expression from Diana.

To learn more.

Diana quickly released the lasso binding the drunkard.

next moment.

"Ok?"

The drunkard's face became dazed; he seemed to have regained his senses, but he didn't remember what had just happened. Seeing this, Diana threw the Lasso of Truth at him again.

Ever since.

If you hear the stars weeping—do not be alarmed.

"That's just the King of All Realms taking stock of today's spoils..."

“And we are merely his subjects,”

"A tiny, insignificant speck of happiness."

"Sun! Sun! I am now praising the real sun!"

……

Rednecks have actually started to transform into poets.

It is clear.

The problem only lies with the Lasso of Truth.

Diana felt a wave of dizziness. She finally understood—that incredibly sinister boy had somehow transformed the Lasso of Truth into some kind of "Ian Praise Generator"!
This is why the other party called with high expectations, trying to subtly probe the issue!

"What is all this? Even Zeus couldn't pull this off!" It was clear that Diana was deeply shocked; she even started muttering about her father.

……

The night wind in the metropolis still carried a hint of scorched earth. Clark, holding Ian by the back of his collar like a reluctant cat, slowly landed on the ruins that had once belonged to the Kent family.

Ian's feet had just touched the ground.

He saw his mother, Louise, standing in the wind, her hair disheveled and her expression blank.

"Where is my home?" Louise's voice trembled slightly. "Where is our home?"

She never expected it.

She had been comforting other displaced people, but now she herself had become the one who needed comforting. Everyone knew that during a large-scale disaster, America's so-called home insurance was practically useless; the victims would not receive any compensation but would only be refused or have their insurance canceled.

"And my cosmetics! My jewelry and rings!"

"It's all gone!"

Louise's figure was trembling.

Let alone valuable items.

The desolate ruins before me were devoid of even a single intact brick. A few charred wooden beams lay askew in the earth, resembling some kind of eerie modern art installation.

“It has nothing to do with me. When I left, there were at least a few walls left in the house.” Ian quickly assigned responsibility and rushed into the ruins to start digging.

"Where are my possessions? All my possessions have been stolen! My wet nurse has been stolen too!" Ian was also somewhat flustered, his tone filled with panic and disbelief.

Holding the idol he had just taken from the Hellcat, Jonathan quietly reminded him, "Is it possible that your nanny stole your possessions?"

He also remembered the girl who crawled out of Ian's bedroom and took Ian's things.

Hear the words.

Ian immediately calmed down.

"Oh, that's all. It seems the little punk has woken up. She owes me a lot; she might escape Monday, but she won't escape Tuesday... I'll go to the school tomorrow and confront her."

"And while you're at it, make her admit she owes me a hundred thousand favors." Ian's tone returned to its lightheartedness. He stroked his chin, feeling he needed a special form to record the favors he had given.

Such trivial matters certainly didn't require the use of the Asgardians' brain capacity, so he chose the Asgardians' brains and recorded this information into Thor's brain.

Thor is, after all, the future God-King.

His brain capacity was truly enormous; he himself didn't even need much of it. While Ian was using the new-era hard drive to record, not far away, Clark was also rummaging through the ruins. He dug through a pile of rubble and only found Ian's extravagantly designed laser gun; his own stash of money hidden in the room was nowhere to be found.

Oh.

There were still some ash residues.

The old father squatted silently on the ground, unable to find anyone to share his grief—after all, if he told Louise what he had lost, Louise would likely make him even more heartbroken.

The invincible Superman.

She has a sensitive heart.

"How about a low-interest loan, Clark?"

Batman's voice suddenly came from not far away. As usual, he appeared out of nowhere and landed next to Clark, completely unaware that Ian had just "hacked" his account again.

"I will rebuild my own home."

Clark glanced at Louise, who was also rummaging through things.

He decisively chose to refuse.

"What about the expensive building materials?"

Batman wouldn't give up.

Clark glared at him fiercely.

Batman didn't care at all.

He simply stared ahead, where Ian was wiping the laser gun he had unearthed. The weapon appeared undamaged, though its materials were likely quite unusual.

Just at this time.

Clark spoke again.

"Have you found Luther? His Doomsday is gone, and Ian has robbed his house twenty or thirty times. Logically speaking, given his personality, he shouldn't be so quiet."

Superman is still worried that Luthor has a bigger conspiracy.

In this regard.

Batman, on the other hand, knew more.

“Our Lex Luthor may be dead.” Batman’s voice was low as he recounted his previous experience, “I met Lex Luthor from a parallel universe.”

Batman briefly described his conversation with Luthor.

Clark's expression grew even more serious after hearing this.

"Mourning your old rival?" Batman looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said in a deep voice, "I remember you two once had the chance to be friends."

have to say.

Batman has incredibly detailed knowledge about Superman.

Louise probably doesn't know as much as he does.

Clark did not answer, but simply looked up into the distance.

"I was just thinking about invasions from other universes, and the so-called outer universes... We haven't solved Barry's problem yet either." He spoke seriously after a moment of silence and thought.

I looked around.

Clark was somewhat surprised.

He actually spotted Barry Allen at a research institute in Gotham.

“My instrument is broken, so Barry needs to help me build a new dream detection instrument as soon as possible to check the strange nightmares he says occur every night.”

Batman knew what Clark had seen, and he offered to explain sincerely. Heaven knows whether he genuinely needed help or wanted to use this opportunity to study the Flash's abilities more deeply.

Clark frowned.

But ultimately, no accusation was leveled against Batman's long-standing underhanded tactics.

“First it was me, then Barry, and perhaps you and the others should be careful too.” He was simply giving Batman a heads-up, his gut feeling telling him that this disaster would affect far more than just the two heroes.

Batman nodded.

His expression rarely showed a hint of seriousness: "I have been on guard, but it doesn't seem to be working very well. There is some force influencing my personality."

"It's making it harder for me to control my...desires and thoughts." Batman didn't hide the abnormality he was experiencing; he had noticed something was wrong with him several times recently.

Hear the words.

Clark's brow furrowed even deeper. He carefully examined Batman's entire body with his X-ray vision, but found no signs of erosion similar to those on himself or the Flash.

"Perhaps we could ask Ian?"

The elderly father made the suggestion.

He felt that his youngest son knew more about this than others.

however.

"My situation is probably related to the fusion of cosmic isotopes, and only I can think of a solution. Repair your house first; I have a lot of things to do."

“Of course, I will come back to you for help if needed.” Batman, who is naturally suspicious and almost never places his hopes on others, chose to politely decline.

He simply turned and walked toward the new Batmobile that was gradually descending. After the vehicle's door opened, he leaned against the door and glanced back at Clark and the family behind him.

"If the worst happens, you need to kill me immediately." This man, who is ruthless to his teammates and even more ruthless to himself, always prepares for the worst.

"To be honest, I've been waiting for that day for a long time." Clark's serious tone didn't sound like a joke, which made Batman feel a chill down his spine.

"You're really joking."

Batman chuckled awkwardly twice, then climbed into his Batmobile. The Batmobile silently glided into the night, carrying him back to his Sin City.

It's quiet at night.

The people in the resettlement area live far away from here.

Most of them were already asleep.

then.

Under the cover of night, the Superman family began rebuilding their home. Clark used his thermal vision to precisely cut wood, while Ian was responsible for handing his elderly father wood "airlifted" from their hometown.

To save on the price difference.

But Jordan was exhausted from the back-and-forth transport.

but.

He was also very happy to do this, because he could earn five dollars for each delivery. Kent's second son worked very hard for his new girlfriend.

Jonathan is helping Louise scavenge for anything still useful from the rubble.

He didn't lose a single one of his idols.

It's truly amazing.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Just as Ian was about to go to the restroom and make himself a cup of tea.

Clark's phone rang.

"Looking for you."

He stared at Ian with a puzzled look, then handed the phone to his youngest son. Seeing that the caller ID showed "Diana," Ian seemed pleased.

"How's it going?! Aunt Diana, I heard you're going to write me an apology letter. Batman even told me what happened." Ian is much more adept at switching identities than before.

He always kept in mind what he should say and when.

"How did you do that?" Diana didn't ask Ian why he did it; she knew it would be pointless. She just wanted to figure out when the Lasso of Truth was contaminated.

"Is it easy to use? If it is, that's for sure. You can unlock the feature to praise Wonder Woman by paying." Ian knew exactly what she was asking. He glanced furtively around—Clark was welding beams with his thermal vision, Lois was tidying up their few remaining belongings, and Jordan was running around carrying a pile of planks.

“I just want to know what influence you’ve had on it.” Diana was naturally unmoved; she didn’t appreciate Ian’s idea and didn’t see it as an upgrade to the Lasso of Truth.

Wonder Woman felt she wasn't being paranoid; she was now 100% certain that Ian had deliberately allowed himself to be tied up, and then used the time of binding to defile her... her most beloved artifact.

"This is 'Ian's Whisper,' just like the spell Odin casts on Thor's hammer. What? You're asking me where Odin came from? Several of my comics are being released simultaneously next week, and Uncle Bruce has given a very credible guarantee. Aunt Diana, you really should take this opportunity to brush up on your knowledge of modern magic."

Ian was very serious.

Diana's deep breathing could be heard from the other end of the communicator.

Ian could almost picture her crushing something.

"Restore it to its original state!"

Diana's tone was very strained.

"I want my original magical artifact!"

Her attitude was also very firm.

"I have to talk to you now, my mom's coming. If she misunderstands and thinks I'm dating too early, you're doomed." Ian pretended not to hear, believing that Aunt Diana hadn't fully discovered his modifications to the Lasso of Truth.

If other functions are discovered.

The stereotypical, conservative Wonder Woman would surely be amazed by his transformation.

They understood that his alchemical talent was equally exceptional.

"Oh, by the way, remember to like my post in the Superhero Popularity Center and give me some support. When I have new ideas, I'll also help Aunt Diana upgrade her outdated equipment."

It's clear that Ian feels his transformation is actually a favor.

He hung up the phone.

Diana looked horrified as she held the phone with the dial tone.

"Like what?"

A bad feeling rose in her heart.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

The blue light from the screen reflected on her furrowed brow.

As she opened that world-renowned website, Diana's ominous premonition grew stronger—until she clicked on a popular video platform, and the first few videos on the homepage made her pupils shrink instantly.

The Death of a Hero: The Boy Forgotten by Time.

He was a true guardian, yet betrayed by the world!

Why did the boy who fell from the sky disappear overnight?

"Stocking Superhero, the True MVP Has Fallen!"

Several videos popped up directly.

On the most popular video covers.

A teenager with his face blurred lay in a pool of blood, surrounded by Justice League members kneeling and weeping—Superman screaming with his head in his hands, and The Flash kneeling on the ground.

And herself.

The snot had already dripped onto the ground; a demigod's snot was long enough to last forever.

"???????"

Looking at that video, there wasn't a single trace of special effects.

Diana's expression was priceless.

　Starting tomorrow, we'll be in a three-day intensive update phase for the Super Cup. I don't have a lot of drafts saved up, but I should be able to manage staying up all night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)