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

Chapter 146 The Tragedy of the Angels! Michael Descends!

Just as the boy's voice appeared, the laboratory lights began to flicker eerily, and the scars on Batman's body were spreading at a visible speed.

It certainly looks very dangerous.

"You can't just appear in my dreams?!"

The Flash looked down at his arm, where the scars were emitting an eerie blue light, which even the thick black bandages couldn't stop.

Even the entire scar seemed to wriggle at this moment, as if it were alive.

"Yes, I can always appear in your mind, but I'm afraid that would terrify you." The Dream Boy's voice echoed in the Flash's mind once again.

It is young but possesses an undeniable strength.

"..."

The Flash has indeed been living in constant fear lately, and he doesn't know whether he should thank the other person, since the other person seems kind but is actually a harmful "parasite".

"If you want to save him, or stop what is about to happen, you need to make a decision quickly: whether you are willing to accept my temporary arrival in your world to help you."

At this moment, the boy in the dream gave another reminder.

"You can help him? Really? What did Bruce do to himself?" The Flash was breathing heavily; he could feel the strange sensation spreading beneath his skin.

Because he was already being cautious enough, the Flash didn't respond immediately. He was worried that it was like a pact with the devil, and that giving a reply would open a door to this world for the other party.

"He made the craziest decision a madman could make." The Dream Boy didn't show any anger or urgency; he simply made his judgment with a sigh.

"Hearing that, for some reason, I'm not surprised at all." The Flash went over to check on Bruce and found that Bruce's body was trembling.

"The problem you and Bruce have is the same thing. I'm sorry, but I can't agree to something like that," the Flash said in a deep voice after a moment of hesitation.

The boy in the dream was silent for a moment.

“Every broken universe has two choices. The broken universe that’s eyeing Bruce Wayne has clearly made the bad choice, a different choice than ours.”

The boy's voice seemed to come from a distant time and space. He didn't know if he was trying to persuade the Flash, but the Flash remained unmoved.

As the world's fastest man, Barry Allen encounters an opponent who runs even faster than him every year, and almost every year he also encounters a bad guy disguised as a good guy.

Ten or twenty years of honing skills.

This really makes The Flash hesitant to easily trust inexplicable acts of kindness.

"There must be some price to pay for your help, right?" The Flash probed warily, his fingers unconsciously clenching as if considering Jordan's earlier suggestion.

He was very confused.

If the scars on his arm started spreading wildly, should he really just chop his arm off? Because Batman was in a coma, he couldn't find anyone to help him think about it.

"Of course there's a price to pay. The price is that you have to help me get home. I remember I already told you that before." The boy's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"I don't think it's that simple."

The Flash begins searching the base, using his knowledge to try and find the backup plan left by Batman—he firmly believes that Batman would not take risks easily.

This man always makes the most thorough preparations before taking an adventure.

"That's not easy. Our hometown has drifted to who-knows-how-far away. But Flash and Batman, you two always manage to find a solution, don't you?"

The boy in the dream had a hint of anticipation in his voice.

"You seem to know us very well. How can I be sure you're not deceiving me and trying to trick me into doing something that's detrimental to our world?"

The Flash remained unmoved.

He tried to unlock the door of a warehouse, his fingers frantically searching through every possible combination of passwords. Fortunately, Batman hadn't set up a mechanism that would explode if he failed to unlock it five times.

“If I wanted to harm you, Barry Allen, you would have been completely corrupted long ago—believe me, I’m not lying, my power is beyond your imagination.”

The boy's voice suddenly took on a serious tone.

“Batman can’t die. I still need him to help me figure out how to get home—that’s my sincerity.” As he said this, the scar on the Flash’s arm suddenly faded away.

The skin has also returned to its normal color.

"what happened?"

The Flash was somewhat astonished. The problem that he and the Justice League had been trying to solve for so long seemed to have been taken back by the very outer universe that had been eroding him.

"The corruption you have suffered is only so that we can observe the outside world—that is our eye." The dream boy's voice sounded much more ethereal at this moment.

It was as if the message was being transmitted to the Flash's brain from a much farther location.

"So, you mean Bruce's current situation is due to invasions from many outer universes observing our world?" The Flash looked at Batman, whose face was covered in scars.

"My television no longer displays what your eyes see, but your understanding is not wrong." The dream boy's ethereal voice was slightly unclear.

It's like there's a problem with signal reception and transmission.

"This is really not a good thing."

The Flash exhausted all possible six-digit password combinations but still couldn't open Batman's warehouse. His attempt to use resonance to break into the warehouse also ended in failure.

"You need to make a decision quickly. I can't lend you my power; you're too weak." The Dream Boy spoke again, stating the fact that left the Flash speechless in the most ordinary tone.

“I could run faster, but ever since you corrupted me, my speed and physical abilities have been declining.” The Flash slammed his fist on the door.

His strength wasn't even enough to trigger the intrusion alarm.

"..."

This really made The Flash very uncomfortable.

"It's not because we're secretly absorbing your power, but because we should read less of those books written by Superman's youngest son." Dream Boy had clearly seen Ian's works through the Flash's eyes.

The novel "The Overbearing Superman Falls in Love with Me" has been updated to a new stage. The superman, whose soul is in a deep sleep, has become the makeup mirror grandpa of the reincarnated female lead. Every day, he secretly wipes off the reincarnated female lead's sunscreen and then uses her skin to absorb sunlight to restore his soul—occasionally, he also absorbs some of the female lead's superpowers.

Yes.

The female protagonist gained superpowers in her second life.

Urban novels all become like this in their later stages.

"Oh? If it weren't for you guys, would my speed have just vanished into thin air?" The Flash didn't believe Dream Boy's words at all; everyone in the Justice League loved reading Ian's novels.

Superman is an exception.

“No, they’ve always been there. In fact, you’re much, much stronger than before. You feel like you’re slowing down just because you’re running with me and my world on your back, and my world is attracting more cosmic matter to reinforce it.” The Dream Boy’s response clearly exceeded the Flash’s expectations.

His expression remained blank for a long time.

It wasn't until Batman let out a painful groan that the Flash snapped out of his daze at the unexpected answer.

"I need to find someone who can make decisions to assess the situation." The Flash's eyes flickered violently. He glanced at Batman, who looked like he might kick the bucket at any moment, then turned and ran towards the door.

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a golden lightning bolt and rushed out of the underground base. The energy of the Speed ​​Force left a dazzling trail of light behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the surface.

however.

Before the Flash could even rush towards Metropolis, an unexpected scene came into view.

on the ground.

In front of a dilapidated church.

Superman was already hovering in mid-air, his red cape fluttering in the wind. The Flash was extremely surprised, wondering if Clark had become so powerful that even Batman's base couldn't block his super hearing anymore.

"Clark?"

The Flash stopped in surprise.

Superman did not answer.

His expression was unusually serious, his gaze fixed on an abandoned church in the distance. Before the Flash could ask any further questions, Superman had already dashed towards the church like an arrow released from a bow.

"and many more!"

The Flash quickly followed.

The two stormed into the church one after the other, and the sight before them made The Flash gasp – Ian Kent was standing among a group of fallen angels.

Beside him was Madison, the plague woman who could emit super AIDS.

"remember!"

After seeing off the Dream God, Ian jumped back onto the stage, raised his arms, and shouted, "Every drop of sweat you shed on earth today is your ticket back to heaven tomorrow!"

The angels were so moved by what they heard that several of them were wiping away tears.

"see this!"

Ian suddenly pulled out a large disc with the words "Angel Roulette" prominently printed on its cover. "As long as you meet the performance targets, you can exchange them for Heaven Points!"

"You can use Heaven Points to participate in a lottery, and the lottery gives you a chance to obtain a certificate for returning to Heaven... fragments. Anyway, once you collect all 108 fragments, I will definitely send you back to Heaven."

talking.

Ian also demonstrated the back of the roulette wheel on the spot, disassembling it to prove that he is a conscientious archangel Ian and that the one in twenty chance of winning on the roulette wheel is not subject to any behind-the-scenes manipulation.

to be frank.

This was entirely due to Ian's conscience; he even stopped his super brain from trying to use the "Pinduoduo lottery" strategy of collecting 107 fragments before starting to collect more.

Archangel Ian has such a kind and gentle nature.

"We will try our best to atone for our sins!"

"Hope is just around the corner!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. The angels who arrived later also signed their employment contracts with tears in their eyes, afraid of missing out on this "precious opportunity" if they were even a moment late.

Ian was so engrossed in his speech that he didn't notice Clark, with a dark expression, had walked up behind him, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and lifted him up.

"Ian."

Superman's deep voice suppressed his annoyance.

"what are you doing?"

He never expected that without him noticing, his youngest son would become a pyramid scheme leader and even fool a whole bunch of legitimate angels.

“I’m helping homeless angels! Yes! We’re just doing charity work! Helping lost angels find new jobs!” Ian swung his legs in the air.

Stubbornness won't work.

Superman did not respond.

He slowly turned his head toward Madison, who was trying to flank him and hit him on the back of the head with a street lamp.

"..."

The girl hid the three-meter-high street lamp behind her, who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

Superman's expression was both speechless and hilarious.

“Your mom and dad are worried about you. You should go home.” Superman could hear Madison’s parents’ voices, but he was actually lying here.

no way.

Madison's parents also seemed to have some mental issues, as they believed that since their daughter had finally managed to hook up with an alien, she should follow him and work hard for her career.

"You're lying, you're lying, my parents support me." Madison is very clever in this situation. The most basic ability of a high-end "green tea" woman is to be able to tell whether others are deceiving her.

“I’m the public relations manager Ian hired. He needs professionals to handle relations with the media, and he also needs me to stop the angels from joining the local nasty unions.”

"Oh, right, he's also going to make a few movies about his greatness in taking in homeless people, and I'll be the female lead in one of them." Madison was truly completely won over by Ian.

Ian gave too much.

It's not wrong for her to dream of becoming a Hollywood star.

“Yes, yes, I not only provide them with food and lodging and the opportunity to return to heaven, but I also pay them a salary.” Ian made timely adjustments to his strategy to align with his father’s values.

They don't need your help.

Clark spoke expressionlessly. He was also quite frustrated. How come those aloof angels who refused Batman's help in broad daylight suddenly seemed so easy to fool?
The help Batman provides doesn't even require the angels to do any work! Batman collects angel blood for research, so why can't Ian, who claims to be even more Batman than Batman, do the same?
Clark has observed this!
The wealthy Ian just secretly had several laboratories bought! Even without guessing, the old man could tell that Ian was researching an "angelic" potion that was "tastier" than the Superman potion!
Just when Clark was at a loss for how to evaluate Ian's behavior.

"Release Lord Ian!"

Madison clearly wanted to save Ian. When one plan failed, she came up with another, demonstrating her profound skill in ostracizing people she didn't like at school and gathering a group of scheming girls.

"You evil Superman, let him go! He's the one everyone wants! We're going to work for him to atone for our sins!" Madison shouted in a high-pitched voice, hiding in the crowd.

The Hollywood child star's restrained acting made her crying voice very infectious.

"You definitely don't want us to go back to Heaven! You want to keep us trapped on Earth!" These words were like a spark falling into a powder keg, and the surrounding angels immediately erupted in chaos.

"That's right! Release the savior!"

"We volunteered!"

"This is a sacred employment ceremony!"

A female angel even flew up and pointed her finger at Superman, threatening, "If you don't let go, I'll publish in the Daily Planet details of how you confessed your love to Lana every night when you were a kid!"

“I know what you said, all that filth, and you certainly don’t want me to tell Lois!” The angels certainly knew Superman, and they really did know about Superman’s dark history from childhood to adulthood.

"..."

Superman's hands were trembling slightly.

His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The redness spread from the base of my ears all the way down to my neck.

Ian seized the opportunity to break free and landed lightly on the ground. He shook his shoulders, and seventy-two wings of light unfolded with a "whoosh," illuminating the entire church as if it were daytime.

"Alright, alright, don't treat my dad like that. He's still my dearest family member." Ian waved his hand, feigning seriousness; he genuinely suppressed his curiosity for the sake of family harmony.

Of course. Through the angels' few words.

Ian probably realized that the "dirty words" Jordan often said in his dorm room were also a kind of bloodline inheritance, and that he had wronged his second brother too much in the past.

It seems that Kryptonians all have heat cycles.

Just as Ian changed his opinion of Jordan.

"What a tolerant adult!"

"That's the demeanor of an archangel!"

"Lord Ian is so kind!"

……

The angels also took the opportunity to flatter him—you see, while the angels may not have learned much else in Heaven, they were masters at flattering the archangels.

There are indeed other archangels in Heaven who enjoy being flattered.

Clark stood to the side, his face contorted with an almost tangible black line that seemed to stretch all the way to the surface of the moon. He opened his mouth, only to find himself completely unable to get a word in edgewise.

The old father could only begin to convince himself that this was perhaps what God wanted Ian to do, even though it was absurd, at least it would allow him to get a good night's sleep.

Even the invincible Superman is no match for his youngest son's courage.

Deceiving the angel?

Sending angels to a factory to tighten screws and then livestreaming it? Even demons wouldn't dare do something like that.

"Um, excuse me, I have something very important to say." Just as the farce was escalating, the Flash, standing at the church entrance, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

No one cares about him.

The angels are asking Ian when he can begin his atonement.

"The earliest is tonight, the latest is tomorrow morning. Don't worry, they're all very simple jobs. By the way, little punk, you need to find a few dance teachers so the angels can learn some modern hot dances."

"I'll also have my pet bull teach you how to listen to the troubles of citizens late at night through telephone chat services. You need to use the gentlest and most considerate tone to comfort those who are most prone to suicide." After all, the fees will be very high, so the service must be excellent. Ian likes to treat his paying customers like gods.

He actually has the desire to get things done.

Quite a few people jump off buildings late at night.

Ian hoped that the angels would make money for him while also accumulating merit for him. If the angels could win once, he could probably win three, four, five, six, seven, or eight times.

"Oh, by the way, don't let me catch any fallen angels among you using my live stream or chat platform to engage in unhealthy transactions, that would damage my merits."

Ian was still talking at length.

This new way of accumulating merit in the new era could not be understood by the old-fashioned father. Seeing this, Clark could only sigh heavily and even covered his ears like an ostrich.

"..."

Seeing himself seemingly invisible, the Flash felt utterly helpless. He took a deep breath and shouted with all his might, "Batman is going to die!"

With so many angels present, and Madison in attendance, the Flash refrained from calling Batman by his full name. That one sentence, however, was enough to grab attention, and the church instantly fell silent.

"Batman won't die."

An angel spoke with certainty.

Superman looked at the angel, seemingly lost in thought.

"I haven't even seen Batman turn evil yet, and that guy's already going to kill himself?" Superman's expression and tone were complicated, and it was hard to tell whether it was astonishment or regret.

He didn't even care about Batman as much as Ian did.

“My biggest connection in America can’t be ruined! Mom hasn’t even started her presidential campaign yet!” Ian couldn’t quite figure out what had happened.

How could Batman, who was so lively during the day, be declared critically ill just a few hours later?
He was racking his brains.

But the young delinquent already had a guess in her mind.

"Could it be that Batwoman poisoned him in his... you know?" she whispered, reciting a scene straight out of a movie. Clearly, this girl had always believed that Batman and Batwoman were a couple.

Such unethical speculation is not entirely without merit.

"You're so clever! But it's probably not Batgirl, it's some seductive wildcat out there! Batman loves to go out and have late-night chats with those cunning cats!"

"This story is also mentioned in the upcoming book, 'Catwoman, Don't Look Back, I'm Batman!'" Ian praised Madison while also promoting his new book.

He doesn't think Batman will die out anytime soon.

That's Batman, after all.

There are no major events that can threaten DC's Big Daddy! This has been proven by Lady Death herself; Batman is extremely important to the DC Universe.

"If your new book is made into a movie, could I play the lead role?" Madison had heard of the book, in which the female lead was Wonder Woman, and she felt that she could portray the role very well.

"no problem!"

Ian has always treated his friends well.

He readily agreed.

"..."

Superman hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Or should we talk about what happened to Batman?"

He changed the subject, not wanting to discuss Ian's work, because when he recently did some good deeds, people had started asking him if he had really fallen in love with an older woman.

"I'll just take you there directly." The Flash was clearly a bit taken advantage of. He glanced at the angels gathered together but didn't mention the extraterrestrial pollution.

The main concern is that there might be fallen angels mixed in among the angels. Paranoia is a phase that every superhero goes through, especially Barry Allen, who is persecuted by other speedsters every year. He even worries that if he exposes his corruption, he and Iris will be eliminated by Heaven as a threat.

Angels in movies always do things like that, so it's no wonder that The Flash has such a stereotype.

"Alright, alright, take us to rescue my Uncle Batman, and then I can continue to take advantage of his kindness." Honest Ian revealed his simple and honest thoughts.

Superman glanced at him several times upon hearing this, but did not criticize or lecture him.

"Where is he?"

Clark looked around but couldn't find Bruce in Gotham—the guy was so well hidden that even if he mutated into Bat Doomsday, no one would find him.

"Um, it should be here."

The Flash pointed directly to the ground below the church, suspecting that Batman activated the base because there was a little boy above it proclaiming cult culture.

"An underground base, huh?" Superman immediately frowned and looked down into the ground. His X-ray vision penetrated through layers of soil, but he found nothing unusual. He had no idea what kind of isolation measures Bruce had strengthened.

"I'll take you there myself. Hopefully, the door hasn't automatically sealed shut." The Flash noticed Superman's confusion, sighed, and golden arcs of the Speed ​​Force crackled around him.

Superman is getting ready to catch up.

Ian quickly turned to his general manager, Madison, and instructed, "Take good care of these important assets of Ian's Greatest Tech Group! Buy them some takeout!"

"Buy more, we need to eat organic food, lest my assets get poisoned! Who knows if the angels who have lost their power can tolerate America's current pesticide technology."

Ian pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to Madison.

Indeed, the share is quite large.

"Lead the way." Superman glanced at the amount that seemed to be equivalent to several years of his salary, then looked back at it several more times before following the Flash.

Ian is the same.

The Flash has slowed down to a point where he can easily catch up with him.

"Uncle Flash, please don't die. If it really comes to it, let me beg my suitor to spare your life. If you die, what will you do about the more than nine million yuan you owe me?"

"After you die, you can't go to heaven or hell. You have to go to the Speed ​​Force to pay off your debts... I have a hard time contacting you." Ian's voice, growing increasingly distant, came from outside the church.

After Ian left.

Madison immediately pulled out her phone and opened the food delivery app, only to find that all the shops in Gotham at night were marked "closed." Without hesitation, she swiped her phone to switch to the Metropolitan area.

"Gotham has just experienced a major event and is a chaotic city, but it's different in Metropolis. We have people delivering takeout at midnight."

Madison has regional pride.

She spent a lot of money ordering a bunch of takeout from the metropolis, and because it involved many different shops, the bill was a bit messy. The math stuff really touched on this delinquent girl's blind spots.

She did a lot of calculations.

None of them were able to figure it out clearly.

"Um, Miss Madison?"

An angel cautiously approached and began to instruct Madison on how to keep accounts. Although the angels were illiterate, they had no problem with basic math.

"Not bad, not bad, your math is really good, you're half as good as Ian." This was Madison's usual way of praising people. The angel chuckled a few times, not daring to claim that he could sit down and discuss mathematics with several truly great mathematicians. Just as Madison, under the angel's guidance, was frantically starting to keep accurate accounts...

The church doors were suddenly flung open by a blinding white light.

"What are you doing here?" His voice made the temperature in the entire church drop sharply. Michael walked in with a gloomy face, his handsome features filled with displeasure.

"Your honor!"

The angels were immediately excited.

They finally saw the familiar archangel. So, while flattering Michael, the angels chattered on about how the archangel Ian had arranged their path of atonement.

They all started explaining Ian's "salvation plan," and the more they talked, the uglier Michael's face became. The archangel could hardly believe his ears.

He was delayed for a while because of other things.

who ever thought.

Heaven is being hollowed out!

"You fools! All of you, come here!" Michael roared, turning and heading towards the door. He wanted to hide the angels back in Heaven before the evil spirits discovered them.

Even if it goes against God's original will.

however.

It's certainly better than the angels being completely fooled. Michael doesn't want to see the angels working on Earth; that would be a disgrace to Heaven.

It made him feel angry.

They walked all the way to the place where the gates of heaven had fallen.

Not far from the church.

"Halt! This area is sealed off!" Wayne Technologies' security personnel immediately surrounded him, all sorts of high-tech weapons aimed at him. Michael merely glanced at them coldly, and all the security personnel collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Those protective devices were also reduced to ashes in an instant.

This is why the will of the archangel is enough to easily rewrite reality.

Even if one cannot exert all their power in the human world.

Michael easily broke through all the defenses, but when he arrived at the fallen gates of heaven, an unexpected event occurred—an unexpected event that was completely unexpected by Michael.

"Click~"

Michael reached out and pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge. The angels followed behind him, waiting anxiously. Michael, feeling a little embarrassed, pushed harder.

The door remained unresponsive.

"What's going on?" Michael began to radiate a dazzling glory, attempting to forcefully open the gates of Heaven. But something even more terrifying happened—the glory on his body was rapidly fading.

It vanished completely in the blink of an eye!

The angels were dumbfounded.

"Your Holiness Michael, do you also wish to atone for your sins?"

The angels stared in disbelief at the archangel before them. They could clearly feel the archangel's glory fading, just as their own glory had faded.

Hear the words.

Michael remained silent.

He looked utterly astonished.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"No! Impossible! I am an archangel! I am the Swordholder!"

He frantically pushed at the door, but still failed, and even his wings began to wither. Just as Michael roared to the sky, Madison squeezed out from the crowd and considerately handed him a document.

Michael, his eyes blazing with fury, looked down.

The document title clearly stated...

[Ian's Greatest Tech Group Angel Employment Contract]

This copy of "Ian's Labor Contract" was left by Ian for Madison, considering that angels might arrive after hearing the news. It is an extra ability that the magic book gained after consuming the Death Note.

now.

It has clearly found its place.

“I’ve read the Bible, I know you. Archangels are very powerful. I’ll make you the group leader, and you’ll get to spin the wheel of thanksgiving to Ian three more times a month than other angels.”

Madison began speaking to Michael in the same way Ian did, making empty promises.

The tone already contained three-tenths of the essence.

The air was rather quiet.

Countless other angels exclaimed with envy before the gates of Heaven.

(End of this chapter)