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

Chapter 130 Ian's Pocket Universe! I am the Evil God! [Edited, less substantial]

Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly.

If life could be lived again.

Ian thought he would choose never to poop again in his life—when the "Loading" message appeared, the system clearly didn't give Ian time to react.

It ambushed the fourteen-year-old boy and vanished instantly with Ian into the bathroom of their new home—the bathroom was already empty when the father looked over.

The boy entered what is called an "extra dimension".

this world.

Everything seemed to have shrunk to countless times the original size; even a towering tree was no bigger than a fingernail, and Ian remained perched atop a lush forest.

Laughter and cheers rang in my ears.

There was a noisy atmosphere in the forest.

However, Ian felt very cold inside.

Because he was now in an area where many little people were gathered—these little people were staring at Ian noisily with their heads tilted up.

Are they gazing at the stars?
No, perhaps he was gazing up at someone's round buttocks, and whether he glimpsed an unknown black hole is anyone's guess. Clearly, the spotlight might not be a blessing for Ian at this moment.

Rumble.

The ground is shaking.

In an ancient forest filled with a wild and untamed atmosphere.

Countless beasts took flight in fright, and large numbers of species fled in all directions. This was not due to Ian's arrival, but rather because the sound of Ian waving his hand to drive away the little people caused a gust of wind.

This was a real earthquake.

It was like a hurricane had struck.

"No, they still can't get rid of them?" Ian looked down and her expression was priceless. Nearly a thousand brown-skinned humanoid creatures, each about the size of an ant, were continuously exclaiming in amazement.

Their faces were filled with shock and awe.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Ian still has the emotional reactions of a normal person. No one in the world would like to have a bunch of little people watching them poop.

"Damn it!"

Ian didn't have time to think about what this "extra dimension" was all about. He was silent for a second, then suddenly pulled up his pants and shot into the sky with a "whoosh".

He disappeared into the clouds while wiping his bottom.

"Damn it! System! I'm not done with you!" Even when facing the most dangerous enemy, the eternal second place in the DC universe, Ian's back had never been so disheveled.

"Huhuhu~"

The airflow generated when he leaped into the air was even stronger than before, directly blowing countless little people away and causing many trees to collapse to the ground.

however.

Even so.

This did not stop the little people who crawled back from being shocked—they had brown skin and fangs in their mouths, looking exactly like primitive beastmen.

The extra dimension from World of Warcraft naturally contains information unique to this world. However, these ant-sized orcs now appear to be nothing more than emaciated skeletons.

Facing the disaster of strong winds.

None of the orcs displayed any extraordinary abilities, perhaps because there are no extraordinary beings in this "extra dimension," only some basic things and life.

"My God! What is that?!"

"Giants! Giants have flown away!"

"How could there be such a huge creature! It's even bigger than the most terrifying beast in the forest, the Siba... Oh, the invincible Siba was just crushed into mincemeat by it!"

"That's the king of the forest, whose skin even swords can't pierce!" The orcs spoke with astonishment, utterly shocked by Ian's appearance.

Such a huge creature.

Could it be a legendary intelligent behemoth?
A colossal life form that created the world.

Every gesture and movement reveals extraordinary phenomena in the world.

How fantastical, how magnificent, it's like a scene from a story!

The terrifying giant that seemed capable of piercing the sky and even flying was truly beyond the comprehension of the orcs; they could hardly imagine how magnificent and powerful it was.

As an enormous cup fell to the ground, the beastmen had no idea what it was. All they saw was the "flood" flowing from the mysterious, transparent "ship" forming a lake on the ground.

The plants grew wildly.

Many creatures living near the lake die instantly from just a small sip of the water.

Horrible.

At first, the orcs were terrified, believing it to be some kind of curse or punishment. But soon, some realized something was wrong, and the situation suddenly reversed.

“This is not a curse… I can sense that the creatures that drank from the lake became powerful beings before they died, but their bodies could not bear the grace of the gods.”

An elderly shaman said excitedly.

"God? So even gods need to excrete... That god just now looked like he was excreting."

Another young soldier muttered to himself.

He was a clever orc.

However, his other tribesmen were clearly not so clever.

“That must be our ancestor. After all, I was just praying that our ancestor could save us from our weakness, and then the giant brought us his blessing.”

"Didn't you see that giant was sucking on something from the ship? It must be something good," Elder Garrosh, starving, murmured.

Amidst the heated discussions.

The bravest warrior in the tribe stepped forward.

His name is Grom Hungry.

As a primitive tribe still living in the barbaric era, the surnames of the beastmen are obviously quite strange, probably because they are using some kind of ideology that symbolizes the tribe's living conditions as surnames.
It is also possible that the original fragments of the universe, after being absorbed and transformed into extra dimensions for some people, were subjected to some truly indescribable influences.

No one can say for sure what happened.

In short.

Grom Hungry stood up like a true warrior.

"I trust my own judgment! Those lives that died were simply too close to a miracle. It was a test, and only by passing the test can one receive God's blessing." Grom, who had been starving since childhood, was emaciated. He took a deep breath and walked directly towards the lake.

He moved closer.

It seemed as if he was under immense pressure.

Every step was extremely difficult.

Grom, starving, stopped before the lake. He didn't even have time to drink; instead, he squatted down, covered his head, and roared.

It was as if they were experiencing an extremely terrible influence.

"Gulp."

The orcs in the tribe held their breath, awaiting the outcome.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

suddenly!

Grom Hungry let out a roar, and the next moment, a warm energy exploded within him, as if a ball of fire was burning his limbs and bones.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, his muscles rapidly expanded, his skin became taut and shiny, and his body swelled to more than two meters tall, exuding an overwhelming aura of power.

He was simply standing in front of the lake.

Is it possible to receive such a blessing?

This orc has been enhanced! His originally thin body has instantly become as massive as a mountain! His skin gleams with a golden luster, and his veins bulge out beneath his skin like writhing dragons!

Golden Orc!

Born at this moment!
What higher-dimensional worlds discard are treasures to lower-dimensional worlds—a world without the extraordinary gave birth to the extraordinary for the first time, in a way that no one could have imagined.

The milk tea that had been smeared with Ian's saliva looked quite pungent.

At least that's true for these lower-dimensional life forms.

"As expected! I passed the test. This is not just a miracle, but also a blessing!" Grom, hungry and excited, felt his current physical strength.

To prove their strength.

He charged straight at a huge rock.

He swung his fist down.

"Bang bang bang~"

Accompanied by a loud bang.

He shattered that rock with his bare hands!
"Oh my God!"

"Ancestors above! That punch of yours could probably kill a wild boar!"

"Is the Hungry Clan about to produce a legendary warrior capable of hunting giant beasts alone?" The surrounding wild orcs exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

This is a power they never dared to imagine in the past.

He has such a powerful physique.

There's absolutely no need to worry about not being able to hunt enough food.

Chief Black Hand, starving and seeing stars, could no longer hold back.

He was shocked.

They knew this was an opportunity to change the fate of their tribe.

then.

Black Hand, starving and seeing stars, loudly announced.

"I am the chief! I am sure I can also pass the trial of the gods!" With that, he rushed towards the golden lake, and because of his greed, he prostrated himself on the ground, wanting to drink the divine water.

however.

He overestimated himself.

He was indeed closer to the cause than the warriors of the Hungry Family.

But only his mouth touched the lake.

Even the most powerful orc in the tribe.

That's where it ends.

He received a boost from the radiation emanating from the lake, and his body almost couldn't withstand the force. His blood vessels bulged, blood seeped out, and his muscles expanded as if tearing.

He felt as if he was about to explode, and he was in excruciating pain.

"I can do it! I am the strongest! God has favored me!"

Black Hand roared.

However, sensing something was wrong, he retreated frantically. The next second, he suddenly swung his fist, smashing a much larger rock to pieces with a force far exceeding that of Grom Hungry.

The orcs in the tribe could no longer contain themselves and rushed forward, vying to participate in this trial. Each orc who got close received a different degree of enhancement.

How much exactly?

It depends on how long they can stay by the sacred lake.

Yes.

Sacred Lake.

The orcish tribes had quietly changed their view of the lake. Seeing this, Garrosh, the starving priest, trembled and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"This...this must be a blessing bestowed upon us by the giants!"

He raised his hands.

Solemn declaration.

"This lake is clearly the source of power, the reason why the intelligent giants are so enormous. From this day forward, this lake shall be named—[Fountain of Life]!"

"Anyone who participates in its trial will gain power. I hope that one day, a warrior will be born in the tribe who can drink it. That warrior will surely become a legend!"

The priest's words received a response.

The orcs in the tribe cheered in unison.

The sound shook the sky.

The extraordinary has been conceived.

Perhaps their story has already begun quietly here. At the same time, a new worship of the mysterious giant is also growing.

only.

Floating in the clouds, watching this scene, Ian did not want such worship.

He knew very well that he belonged to the ruler of this extra dimension, and that the trash he didn't want was a treasure to the creatures in it, but this was not the dimensional demon god start he wanted.

"If I take a piss, will it instantly turn into the Well of Eternity?"

"Where are the elves? Where are they?" Ian knew he had eaten too much technology and hard work tonight. He looked around, his eyes able to see every corner of the world.

This is the privilege of being a dimensional lord.

Yes.

The extra dimension unlocked for Ian by the system truly made him a dimensional lord, and the miniature world beneath his feet is the weak dimension he now possesses.

The power of faith is converging on Ian.

not much.

But something is better than nothing.

Since the faith originates from life within its own dimension, its quality is considerably higher than the magic provided by the general believers in the [Superhero Popularity Center].

of course.

The difference in the quality of magic is not the difference between being mottled and being pure.

This difference can be seen as the density difference between liquid metal and air. Even among ordinary life forms, the amount of magical "volume" that two different individuals can provide to Ian remains constant. However, due to differences in their level of faith, the density of magical power within that same "volume" will differ.

They're all used the same way.

The only difference is the amount of "influence" they can "burn".

"Although my dimension is weak, it is clear that those little ones are conceptually no different from ordinary people in the DC universe, after all, they can provide me with such abundant magic."

"It's probably just because the world is too small that they appear to be the size of ants."

Ian felt his authority as a dimensional demon god; he could grow larger or smaller in this world, and at the same time, he could clearly feel that the entire world was truly insignificant.

It's roughly the size of Earth.

The sky is round and the earth is square.

Looking up, you can see that there are no stars in the sky, only alternating colors of white and black—this dimension, after all, comes from a fragment of the universe.

[This data contains incomplete universal laws, which can help the host forge their own additional dimension.] Ian recalled the information given before the system had finished "extracting" the data.

Clearly, the so-called "extra dimension" data package only provides him with a one-dimensional rough draft, like a half-finished sandbox game that has only built the most basic framework.

A world like a dream.

It appears to be functioning normally.

In reality, many aspects don't stand up to scrutiny, and there's still room for improvement in various areas. For example, the sky—without the sun, the world still has day and night.

"My world can be completely rebuilt from scratch."

Ian felt the heartbeat of the entire dimension.

He can "hear" the sound of the wind blowing across the mountaintop, "see" the path of water flowing through the cracks in the rocks, and "touch" the breath of all living things.

At this moment, the boy finally understood why those legendary dimensional demons were so engrossed in their own domains—everything within a dimension was an extension of the dimensional demon's will.

Every drop of water, every leaf, every wisp of wind is responding to their call.

And he himself has now become that kind of being.

He can change the rules, reshape the order, and even elevate a race from the ordinary to the extraordinary.

He is no longer just a time traveler.

Rather, it is the true creator.

“If he is the creator, then the dimension of an evil god should not be like this.” With a thought, Ian used the authority he had just obtained to begin “painting” in the sky, as if he were graffiti.

I saw.

Ian closed his eyes.

Feeling the magic swirling in my mind.

That power, which was born after Ian rebuilt the Marvel universe, has been growing at a fairly good rate in his mind.

Following the major event of "The Death of the Stocking Superman," orchestrated by an extraordinary sage, Ian's magical power has evolved from the level of a well to the level of a great lake.

They are magic.

It is also divine power.

And now.

The evil god then began to use his authority to redefine this world, which was only in its embryonic stage, and manipulated one law after another that governed the world.

“There are so many dimensional demons, and to stand out, you need some unconventional methods, just like a talent show.” Ian always had his own understanding of various extraordinary professions as an ordinary person.

Gravity, conservation of matter, energy conversion... these physical laws that are taken for granted in most worlds need to be modified and redefined by him in this nascent dimension.

Magic flowed from his fingertips.

It has permeated every corner of the world.

Each new rule consumed his magic, but at the same time made the world more stable and ideal—in reality, his magic wasn't actually depleted.

Instead, it was integrated into this extra universe.

if needed.

Ian can still mobilize or reclaim them, but to maintain his plans for building and modifying the world, he must ensure that this magic continues to exist within the foundation of the world.

"I've found the reason why the dimensional demons are more powerful in their own dimensions. It turns out that a large amount of their magical power is stored in their own dimensions."

"Most of the rules that maintain the magic within a dimension can be seen as part of the dimensional demon god himself." Ian continued to modify and reorganize the world as he gained his insights.

He imbued the natural laws of this world with a magical meaning.

Why can a coconut only be a coconut?

Coconuts can be coconuts for braised chicken rice, or coconuts for fried pork chops. In the distance, a forest begins to mutate. Trees grow twisted and contorted, and menu-like patterns appear on their trunks.

Ian reached out and grabbed.

A coconut landed in his hand. When he opened it, instead of white liquid, it was filled with steak, the kind with marbling.

He ate with great relish.

He felt that other creatures in the world would praise him if they ate him.

In the world of evil gods, there must also be milk tea cacti. The cactus's thorns are straws; with a gentle poke, sweet milk tea will gush out, and the flavor must be random.

There are also pleasant surprises: the smell of booger and bedbugs.

"This is right!"

Ian nodded in satisfaction.

"The backyard of an evil god should be this unreasonable."

He is once again demonstrating his "creative talent".

Thus, certain rocks on the mountain, when broken open, are like soft bread, but if no one eats them, they harden into normal stone after three minutes, and the same music keeps repeating, complaining that people have "missed the best time to eat them."

The tributaries of the river also turn milky white after passing through specific areas. A sip tastes like sweet milk, but if served in a cup, they will taste like strawberry, chocolate, or mint depending on the drinker's mood.

Besides.

The premise that anyone falling from any height and landing in a haystack will be unharmed, and that even if they suffer severe injuries, they can recover by eating a few [Ian Fruits], is certainly necessary.

Any living being can pull out objects larger than its own size from its pocket, including but not limited to its own home. Water has no buoyancy, but one can learn to swim simply by wearing a "swimsuit".

The food will not rot.

Raw meat can remain "fresh" even after 100 years, and Ian's culinary secrets are hidden all over the world—after all, it's a world of evil gods, and the more bizarre it is, the more reasonable it seems.

"Oh, right, and any human who puts on a battle suit will grow twenty-four abs. Let's see who dares to criticize me now and say that what I wrote in my book doesn't exist?"

Truly qualified writers are like this: in order to write a book, they can create a dimension as an argument, even if it costs them half of their magic.

"Hilarious, there's more magic than I can use." Ian wanted to implant his faith into this world, so he raised his hand and gently painted over the sky.

Magic gathers at your fingertips.

It flowed like viscous paint.

The evil god used his magic to draw a huge circle.

Golden and dazzling.

It radiated warm energy throughout the world.

This is the sun—but Ian doesn't want it to just be a ball.

"You have to know how to laugh."

Ian murmured.

The next second, a huge smiling face appeared on the surface of the sun, exactly the same as his face, with squinting eyes and a wide grin.

“Ga ga ga ga~”

On a sunny day.

The sun even makes a laughing sound.

It shines upon all things in Ian's place, and if sun worship arises, this faith will be absorbed by Ian. Clearly, the evil god is also considering his own interests.

It wasn't simply about creating a backyard for an evil god.

The sun's smiling face shone down on the world below, bathing everything in a golden glow. The plants seemed to sway more joyfully, and the animals looked up at the sudden source of light.

I'm a little confused.

But we quickly got used to its presence.

at this time.

Ian noticed a peculiar phenomenon.

Under the influence of the sun's magical radiation, some plants have begun to show subtle changes. Their colors have become more vibrant, and their growth rate seems to have accelerated.

There is a particularly tall tree.

Its leaves even had a faint golden sheen at the edges.

Clearly, the sun is more than just a source of light; it also continuously emits a faint, magical radiation. This magic falls upon the world like a gentle rain, slowly absorbed by plants and animals.

extraordinary.

Perhaps this is how it will be conceived.

These magical powers belong to Ian and to this world. They will circulate throughout the world, adhering to a specific law of conservation of energy, and constantly changing and shifting among all things.

When Ian needs them back.

They will not just return.

It will also bring "interest" generated during the circulation process. Realizing this, Ian immediately became interested and decided to accelerate the birth of the extraordinary in this world.

"Plants can photosynthesize, so why can't we humans and animals do the same!" As Ian made his decision, subtle changes began to occur within the world.

Orcs, elves, humans, and other intelligent species all discovered that their skin was beginning to change, and no life form knew what was happening in the world.

"what happened?"

"I feel full!"

"The sunlight is shining on me! I feel my energy and blood flowing freely!"

"A miracle! My God! There's a miracle!"

……

Before these intelligent species could adapt to the new power, the "Creator" floating above the clouds had already turned his gaze to the area belonging to the night.

"There should be a moon here."

Ian doodled again.

Another full moon appeared, as black as ink, yet radiating a soft, cold light. Ian smiled gently, pointed his finger, and a gloomy black face appeared on the moon's surface.

Still him.

He has a dark, black face.

The moon was also imbued with magic by Ian.

In the half of the area it covered, some nocturnal creatures gathered where the moonlight was strongest. They tilted their heads back, as if absorbing the magic emanating from the moon.

One of the fox-like creatures began to have its eyes gleam with an unnatural silver light in the moonlight.

World of Warcraft.

Perhaps it is just beginning to sprout.

"I wonder if the faith of wild beasts counts as faith?"

Ian originally wanted to use his own butt to sit on, but after experiencing some childhood trauma, he was now too afraid to let anyone or any animal see his butt.

"Welcome to Ian's Pocket Universe!" The DC Universe now has its own Franklin Richards, and Ian feels that the beings living in this dimension are incredibly lucky.

The entire dimension instantly came to life.

Light and darkness alternate, warmth and cold coexist.

During the day, his smiling face illuminates everyone; at night, his stern face guards them. Twenty-four hours a day, all living beings can feel his care. Combined with other settings about this world, not only will faith emerge continuously, but the atmosphere of the evil god dimension will also be vividly portrayed.

"It can become even more evil. When I have time later, I'll have a good chat with my super brain and ask for the opinions of my brain cells. I'm sure I can become the most evil god in all the heavens and myriad realms."

Ian was full of confidence.

At least in his own opinion, he had the qualifications. Ian was still eager to change his own dimensions, but the magic in his mind was truly running out.

If there is a chance.

Ian felt he needed to further develop his popularity.

Although Stocking Man has become a legend, he still has ancestors and dozens of other aliases. As long as he produces the final letter of "Stocking Man," he can reappear at lightning speed.

DC as a hero.

The acquired magic is then used to nourish this extra dimension.

What a wonderful virtuous cycle!

"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to bring my parents and all the Marvel Cinematic Universe believers to my dimension so they can experience my amazing talent."

As the saying goes, once a person achieves success, they will want to show it off to people they know.

Ian is probably the same.

As the saying goes, "If you're awesome but don't let your acquaintances know how awesome you are, it's like wearing fine clothes in the dark." Ian is an ordinary person, so he's always been someone who loves to show off.

Logically speaking, a dimensional demon should indeed have a way to allow others to enter their dimension, and Ian felt that he should also have this ability, but he did not feel this authority at present.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he is an evil god who is still in his infancy?

My first time playing an evil god.

Ian wasn't quite sure why either. He only knew that if he could find a way to unlock this ability, he could let the Marvel Cinematic Universe's followers brag about him to his parents. In particular, the fact that he saved the entire Marvel universe and became the savior of the Marvel world was something to boast about.

“It could also be because my dimension is still too small, not a complete dimension.” Ian looked around. As far as he could see, he could penetrate any obstacle and reach the end of the world.

A world the size of Earth isn't really that big, but it's actually quite small... well, it really is. Even if Ian himself, without using his supernatural powers, wanted to fly around the entire world, it wouldn't take him long. He flies faster than a sixth-generation fighter jet. It's really not very convenient to move around in such a small world.

"I may already know how to increase the area of ​​a dimension."

The world was indeed too small, and the creatures and plants were too small. Although Ian could change size at will, he was still somewhat unsatisfied, and various invasion events floated into his mind.

If we could obtain more fragments of the universe.

Those little black balls.

Does that mean we can expand the universe?
"I can not only write books about puzzles, I can also create worlds of puzzles!" Ian's eyes lit up, as if he could see himself holding a black ball in one hand, piecing together fragments of different universes into his own world like playing with clay.

That scene was so beautiful!

It's intoxicating!

The profession "King of All Worlds" might refer to these worlds. Perhaps the area, size, and richness of the dimensions can all affect the final combat power and performance of this profession!

"Isn't this also a case of the stronger the dimension, the stronger I become... The bull-headed one who was kidnapped was right after all, I really am a dimensional demon god, it seems to have the appearance of a prophet."

Ian sighed for a moment, then looked at his hand. He realized that the watch he had drawn on his wrist was gone, probably crushed by Doomsday during the battle.

"It's almost time for me to go into a deep sleep." Of course, this doesn't affect Ian's ability to calculate time; he has always been using his shared brain to keep track of time in the DC universe.

As for why he drew a watch on his hand, it was obviously to make it easier for him to use his brain less. Of course, the official explanation was that he preferred to perceive time in a more concrete way.

Just like love needs to be spoken aloud.

The principles are the same.

Anyway, it would be difficult for anyone to refute it.

“The situation on the Marvel Universe side is quite stable now. I’ll probably just find a place to have some tea when I get there.” Ian casually drew a new watch on his wrist.

The moment the watch was drawn.

It was linked to the timer that had been placed in Doctor Strange's brain.

then.

The drawn watch also began to spin.

It's really getting late.

The moment when the hour and minute hands coincide on the dial.

Ian's brain suddenly twitched familiarly; even though he was in his own dimension, he still felt the call from the Marvel Universe.

The scene before my eyes began to distort.

It looked as if someone had haphazardly smeared paint on his retina with a brush covered in paint.

next second.

The cacophony of noise instantly filled my ears.

Ian appeared silently on the streets of the Marvel Universe without anyone noticing, and no one in the bustling street sensed his arrival.

High-rise buildings.

Bustling with traffic.

In the distance, the Stark Industries logo gleamed in the sunlight. The sunlight refracted dazzlingly through the glass curtain wall, and the huge "STARK" logo at the top seemed to be announcing its presence to the world.

"That's not right!"

Ian remembered that he couldn't find Stark Tower anywhere before. In his memory, Stark Tower in this world should have been a short, stocky building.

now.

How did it become the most dazzling building in the city?

Oh.

No.

There was an even more dazzling building! Ian turned his gaze and saw that in the center of the city stood a giant metal statue that was even more exaggerated and eye-catching than the Statue of Liberty.

That's—strong artificial intelligence, the new Tony the hairdresser!

[I ate spoiled takeout. This is my leave request. It was originally a 2-word long note for 2 days, but now it's changed to 3 days.]

(End of this chapter)