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

Chapter 149 The Sovereign of Mutation! Old Soldiers Never Die!

In an empty alley.

The night in New York was deep and dark.

The air was filled with the smell of a mixture of engine oil and sesame oil.

"She's about to die."

Upon hearing Spider-Man Peter Parker's slightly worried words, Ian's expression clearly faltered for a moment, and after a brief silence, he asked in a strange tone.

"What's going on? Gwen is going to die again?" Ian frowned, feeling incredulous. It seemed that every time he met Gwen, she was in a precarious situation.

I was shocked.

However, I wasn't particularly shocked.

"again?"

Peter blinked, puzzled.

Why did you say "again"?

His focus was clearly very sharp. As an ordinary New Yorker who didn't understand the bond between Ian and Gwen, it's normal that Peter Parker wasn't aware of Gwen's "cool" nature.

"Uh……"

Ian reclaimed his patented blinking ability and blinked twice. "Never mind the details. Tell me, what happened to Gwen? The last time I saw her, she was hanging herself from Times Square on a web."

He felt that Gwen, as a remnant of the "old era" like himself, should not die even if she encountered some danger, and would more or less show some of the tough "veteran" qualities.

“Three days ago, we stopped a bank robbery. Those bastards weren’t very skilled and were in a panic when they drove away, almost hitting a child on the side of the road.”

"Gwen was teaching me how to be Spider-Man when she saw a child about to be hit by an out-of-control car, and she immediately put herself in front of the child to protect him."

"She is a true hero who saved a child from being hit by a car, but she herself suffered multiple fractures and has not yet been transferred out of the ICU."

Peter took a deep breath, his tone filled with respect for Gwen.

"Wait a minute, Gwen's physical abilities are enough to stop a subway car with her bare hands, how could she be seriously injured and on the verge of death after being hit by a car?" Ian's brows were furrowed like an eighteen-year-old boy.

He felt that this was neither logical nor scientific.

"This is what I find most incomprehensible. Doctor Strange said that her power was waning, which is why she wanted to train me to succeed her as the new Spider-Man."

Spider-Man, abandoning his previous carefree attitude, spoke in a serious tone.

"Power is dwindling?" Ian looked at the drone that had appeared above the alley with surprise. He knew that drones appearing in this place at this time of year would most likely come from Stark Industries.

After all, any normal drone enthusiast knows that if a drone leaves their sight, it will be shot back by others as if it were unclaimed property. In the modern city, you can also shoot down modern birds.

“Hey! New Tony! Can someone explain this to me?” Ian’s guess was right; a gold-red drone silently descended from above the alley.

It projects a holographic image onto the ground.

It was the new teacher, Tony.

He was dressed in a signature presidential campaign suit, and his character model looked like a skin that would sell for at least 2999, with every color scheme strongly suggestive of his campaign.

“You arrived a little late today,” the new teacher, Tony, first explained what he had observed before answering Ian’s perplexing question.

"Gwen's extraordinary DNA is degenerating, or to be more precise, those extraordinary substances in Gwen's body are being transferred out of thin air into the body of the second Spider-Man, Peter Parker." "Of course, Gwen's life can be saved. I have now transferred her to the Sanctum Sanctorum underground, where she is being treated by Dr. Helen Zhao's Cradle of Life device."

The new Tony teacher is as reliable as ever.

His words were packed with information.

This caused Ian's super brain to twitch slightly.

However, before the most intelligent person present could speak, Peter Parker, who thought his identity had only just been revealed, took off his mask and looked helpless.

"Wait, I want to keep my identity a little mysterious! It's amazing that a high school student can be a superhero." Behind the Spider-Man mask was a youthful face.

This is a face model destined by his ancestors to be the husband of a black woman and the son of Iron Man. Of course, the only consolation is that his black woman is a beautiful black woman.

“I’m still in middle school, and I became an evil god at the age of fifteen. I haven’t shown off at all, and you want to show off?” Ian was very contemptuous of Spider-Man’s vanity.

"..."

Spider-Man opened his mouth, but found himself speechless. If the information from the other superheroes was correct, the little boy in front of him really did seem to be some kind of evil god that only appeared in movies.

Seeing that Spider-Man remained silent, Ian scrutinized the man's face again. "Oh, by the way, didn't you know Superman has X-ray vision?"

"Superman can see what you look like under your mask anytime." Ian switched his identity information so smoothly that there wasn't a trace of incongruity.

Hear the words.

Spider-Man's expression instantly turned to one of surprise and uncertainty.

"Can this still happen?"

He instinctively tried to cover his sensitive areas, his expression filled with shock.

“That’s what Superman looks like. Don’t block me. You don’t have twelve arms like me,” Ian replied calmly. He didn’t actually have X-ray vision.

However, his original words were that Superman has it.

This will definitely take up one of today's quota for telling the truth.

"Where do you have twelve hands?" Spider-Man circled around, looking at Ian's back and buttocks, as if wondering if Ian had hidden the other ten hands inside his clothes.

at this time.

Spider-Man suddenly heard a chilling sound of bones grinding together. Then, eight dark red, metallic spider legs burst forth from Ian's back.

The ends of each spider leg were strangely twisted and deformed.

The ability to condense into a lifelike hand with all five fingers in the air is thanks to the [Senro Manifestations], which even allows Ian to mimic his own feet into a hand.

It's just a pity that the ground in the alley is dirty.

Ian was unwilling to take off his shoes to show Spider-Man his hands and feet. With his control, one of the large hands suddenly turned towards Spider-Man, its fingertips gently pinching Spider-Man's face.

The movements were as gentle as if stroking a cat.

but.

Spider-Man's actions triggered Peter's senses, making him feel like his head might be crushed at any moment.

"My God!" Peter Parker was startled by Ian's ruthless and taciturn demeanor, and subconsciously took a few steps back, bumping into the dirty trash can behind him.

Even a Jerry was so frightened by him that it quickly scurried into the sewer.

"You...you were bitten by the Spider-Man too?! And it must have been a really bad bite!" Spider-Man couldn't help but touch his back, feeling very fortunate that he hadn't suffered such a mutation.

"fart!"

Ian was very indignant.

The spider hand behind him simultaneously raised its middle finger.

"I'm the one who gets to bite the Spider Monster, the Spider Monster can't even bite me! Do you even know what an evil god is? You definitely didn't watch the live broadcast that day."

To prove his point, one of his hands behind his back suddenly transformed into a ferocious maw, snapping into a fire hydrant that hadn't bothered anyone by the roadside.

The noise was frightening.

However, no water came out of the fire hydrant, showing that the new Marvel's Smiths were quick to realize the situation. Ian then used his real hand to squeeze the fire hydrant back into place.

It may be a little crooked, but it will not affect its use at all.

"See that? The Spider Monster is just a roadside nuisance in front of me!"

Ian's indignant remarks made Spider-Man swallow hard. The young Spider-Man, watching Ian gradually retract his back, realized that Doctor Strange and the others might actually be telling the truth.

This little boy is a real evil god. Peter suddenly realized that he had just been only 0.01 millimeters away from death—those hands could have crushed his skull much more easily than crushing an egg.

"So, you can play four game consoles at the same time with these hands?" He stammered, changing the subject, leaving Ian, who was trying to mimic his hideous evil god "face," stunned.

"Is that even possible? I can play 5v5 against myself? I don't have to get so frustrated by bad teammates and god-like opponents anymore?" Ian clearly felt enlightened.

He felt that Spider-Man Peter Parker must have the brains of someone at least Harvard, and the only reason he hadn't thought of that was because he was a little boy whose talents were wasted on various great endeavors.

Harvard's image is just so-so.

Ian knew he had the resources to acquire Harvard.

"Um, looks like you really can play four game consoles at the same time..." Spider-Man said with some envy. He was doubting Ian's super brain, so Ian didn't want to talk to him.

“This is the time to care about Gwen, but all you’re thinking about is playing games. What a terrible Spider-Man.” Ian looked at the new Tony and expressed that he was still number one on the list of people who cared about Gwen—he was the only reliable friend who managed to catch Gwen before she broke her spine when she was about to fall from a height.

Even though Gwen ended up smashing herself into a pulp, Ian still proved how reliable he was.

“New Tony, can Gwen get out of bed now and listen to me brag a bit before crawling back into bed?” Ian had developed a habit of telling Gwen how awesome he had become.

Not seeing Gwen on this Marvel trip was a bit of a shock for the nostalgic Ian.

"I'm afraid not."

The new Tony teacher shook his head regretfully.

“Gwen remains in a coma. Since the Cradle of Life is only a half-finished project, her injuries have only been brought under control, and it will take some time before she can wake up.”

“In fact, Dr. Helen Zhao believes that the loss of extraordinary DNA is a more serious problem for Gwen.” The new teacher, Tony, looked at Ian.

"You should already know why her extraordinary DNA disappeared, right?" New Tony's smile faded, and his expression became one of certainty.

He may be becoming more and more anthropomorphic.

"The new Tony is still so good at reading people." Ian nodded without denying it; he had indeed roughly realized the reason for Gwen's problem.

"Human facial expressions and pupil reactions are easy to interpret, especially for someone like you who never hides their emotions. For an AI like me, it's an even simple task."

While answering questions, the new Tony teacher also took the opportunity to boast a bit.

Ian thought he was praising his own innocence.

"Um, I'd like to know the reason too."

Spider-Man then interjected, "Can someone explain this to me? I need to ease my guilt, because right now it looks like I'm stealing Gwen's power!"

His concerns are not without merit.

however.

That's certainly not the case.

“Relax, little Peter, no, big Peter. You’re several years older than me. I can’t let you get the chance to call me uncle and then take advantage of me…”

Ian patted the other man on the shoulder, displaying the caution befitting a wealthy person, having read several books on how to be rich, even though none of the authors were wealthy themselves.

"It has nothing to do with you. It's more like some kind of cosmic law at work, possibly related to some ancient thing that is reviving, so there's only one Spider-Man spot in a universe."

Ian's guess was not just wild speculation; he knew that Spider-Man's power did not actually come from genetic mutation, but rather from a way of establishing a connection with some mysterious entity.

That mysterious object was the spider totem.

It belongs to a mysterious and ancient supernatural concept in the Marvel Universe. It is not simply a religious belief or cultural symbol, but a spiritual power that transcends dimensions and species.

"What do you mean by 'one Spider-Man'? Can't it be 'one' or 'one person'?" Spider-Man was a little bothered by the quantifier Ian used and couldn't help but correct him.

"We're all the same, talking about spider totems."

Ian performed a series of inverted sentences before explaining the situation to Spider-Man and the new Tony. The spider totem belongs to a multidimensional cosmic consciousness network that identifies and activates individuals possessing the "spider gene," linking them to the entire "spider family's" mental network.

In some cases.

The Spider-Totem even allows Spider-Men from different universes to share abilities or consciousness. It is the bond between Spider-Men and the most resilient and indomitable spiritual force in the multiverse.

That's why.

In most cases, there will only be one Spider-Man chosen by the Spider-Totem in a universe. This is actually quite easy to understand; it's like Ian and Jordan playing games on the same home network. One of them will inevitably steal the other's bandwidth, so the best scenario would be to lock Jordan's computer and only let Ian play.

The same principle applies to spider totems.

"Is it because of the ancient existence?" The new Tony Stark was processing Ian's information and using it to calculate more details, while Spider-Man was somewhat confused and didn't quite understand.

He might not actually be that Harvard-like.

“Yes, as for the specifics, I feel we need to go see Gwen first.” Ian put his hands in the pockets of his red and black hoodie and tilted his head to look at the drone projection floating in mid-air.

"Right below the Holy of Holies."

The virtual image of New Tony nodded.

“I also want to see my teacher Gwen.” Upon hearing this, Spider-Man Peter Parker immediately came over, his expression concerned, but there was no hint of ill intent.

but.

Ian looked him up and down, then pointed disdainfully to the stains on the back of his battle suit—sticky cobwebs, dust, and a few suspicious scorch marks.

"Then you need to take a shower first."

talking.

Ian even pinched his nose.

"Um, it does seem a bit dirty."

Peter looked down at himself, then at Ian's spotless uniform, and couldn't help but ask, "Why is your battle uniform still so clean after the battle?"

He suspected that Ian had added cutting-edge technology to his combat suit.

"This is called a biofield. You can't learn it, so don't be envious." Bio-armor and biofield differ by only one word, and En was equally confident when lying and telling the truth. He didn't explain the mimicry armor, but instead soared into the sky towards the Sanctum Sanctorum, the location of the New Justice League.

"I'm an outsider, I don't know where the base is, and Doctor Strange hasn't even bought me medical insurance yet!" Spider-Man shouted at the sky.

While he was speaking, Ian had already arrived at his destination.

After all, New York isn't that big.

The Holy of Holies.

New Justice League Headquarters.

Ian pushed open the door and entered, looking around to find the hall empty except for a few floating magic lamps emitting a soft glow. He put his hands on his hips and called out loudly to Doctor Strange.

"Where is my church's third-in-command? Come out and greet your evil god!" Ian's deliberately high-pitched voice echoed throughout every area of ​​the Sanctuary.

only.

No response.

Ian dragged the unconscious lizardman Kurt Connors by his hind legs through the layers of corridors of the Sanctum Sanctum, and casually threw the lizardman into the Sanctum Sanctum's prison.

This is the place where the villain was imprisoned in the normal timeline of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Ian had no trouble moving around here; he treated it like home.

"Not a single person greeted me. This evil god has no prestige at all."

Just as Ian was about to smash a few worthless things to express his wrath as a god of evil, the projection of the new Tony reappeared in the hall.

"Stephen Strange isn't here. He went to another planet to help Thor find his missing father." Who knew Marvel had its own "Where Are We Going, Dad?" show.

"What happened to Odin? How come he's like me, going wherever he wants?" Ian raised an eyebrow in surprise, quite astonished by what had happened while he was away.

"Who knows?" The new Marvel Universe's presidential candidate, Senator Tony, shrugged. "I don't have any information gathering methods on an alien planet."

"It is said that Odin and the Frost Giant King disappeared together." The new Tony teacher had no curiosity about such things; he was created solely to save the past.

“Alright, then Odin might have eloped with the Frost Giant King.” Upon hearing this, Ian understood, making a judgment reminiscent of historical fiction. Since Odin hadn't triggered the [Sixth Amendment Clause for Traitors], Ian concluded that Odin was definitely not dead. He was now more concerned about Gwen's DNA breakage.

“New Tony, what did you mean by the disappearance of the extraordinary DNA, which is a more serious condition for Gwen?” Ian’s gaze was fixed on the secret passage that Nick Fury had entered and exited earlier.

As expected. "Let Dr. Helen Zhao explain this to you." The new Tony teacher remotely opened the floor of the secret passage.

A staircase leading downwards was visible beneath the floor. Ian believed that the new Tony Stark wasn't Batman and wouldn't have filled the tunnel with Kryptonite-like "Istanbul."

He jumped down with peace of mind. At the end of the steps was a metal door, which slowly opened as Ian approached, revealing a high-tech laboratory.

"It's still the same familiar taste." Ian walked in with some surprise and the first thing he saw was that "stingy woman" who wouldn't even let him eat snacks back in the old days.

Dr. Zhao Hailun.

Ian can remember this until the end of the universe.

"Papa papa ~"

Dr. Helen Zhao was standing in front of a complex instrument, intently observing the data stream on the holographic projection. Hearing footsteps, she looked up at Ian, her brow furrowing slightly.

However, they did not recognize the boy with the strange look in his eyes.

"Hey, Doctor, it's been a long time."

Ian waved and greeted her with a grin, deliberately creating a mysterious and confusing atmosphere for Zhao Hailun. Zhao Hailun sized him up, tried hard to recall, but ultimately gave up trying.

"So you're the founder of that alliance who came to see Gwen Stacy?" Helen Zhao was well aware of which group she was serving; she was a scientist hired by the new Tony teacher.

His salary is probably dozens of times that of Nick Fury.

“Yes, I’ve come to rescue my friend.” Ian looked at the instrument in the center, where a familiar figure lay quietly—it was Gwen Stacy.

Her face was pale, her breathing steady but weak, as if she were lost in a long dream. Gwen lay quietly inside, connected to various tubes and sensors.

However, their clothes were not completely removed.

"The new Tony teacher said that Gwen's extraordinary DNA is disappearing?" Ian leaned closer to observe, his brows furrowing. Everything here was so high-tech that it truly touched upon his weakness.

Hear the words.

Zhao Hailun nodded.

"Her extraordinary DNA is degenerating, but the problem is that the missing parts are not being filled by ordinary DNA, but are simply left blank, which results in a break in her gene chain."

She pulled up a set of holographic data. Ian could only see the simulated fractured image, and he only recognized the letters of the technical terms.

no way.

It's because Ian's self-study has not yet reached this level.

"I'm a mysterious high school student who plays with fel magic, magic, and is a superhero. It's normal for me to have some shortcomings in science. Doctor, just tell me directly what the consequences will be?"

Ian touched his chin, utterly ignorant yet self-righteous.

Helen Zhao was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to describe her like that, but she continued to explain: "Simply put, Gwen Stacy is not going to die right now."

“But it’s very likely he’ll never wake up. Unless… there’s a major breakthrough in my life cradle device.” Zhao Hailun’s tone was somewhat pessimistic as she reached out and touched the masterpiece she had created in the last half of her life.

The instruments that Gwen had placed there now looked very familiar to Ian.

"For example, being able to directly 3D print a body with a complete genetic chain, and then transplant a soul into it?" Ian realized something and reached out to pat the machine.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Hailun's eyes. She didn't know that the reason Ian was so familiar with the Cradle of Life was because he had seen the apocalyptic version of the Cradle of Life that she had created.

That machine that prints human bodies like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"A good idea, theoretically feasible, but current technology can't do that yet." Zhao Hailun thought this was a research direction that Ian had come up with himself.

She thought that Ian might have been being modest when he said he didn't know anything about the field.

Is it technically very difficult?

Ian regretted not asking the real Tony for the scientific blueprints earlier.

“We haven’t even verified whether the soul actually exists.” As a scientist, Zhao Hailun insists on evidence for everything, even after witnessing many supernatural phenomena recently.

Ian nodded upon hearing this, grinned, and said with a hint of eagerness in his voice, "Once I learn how to astral projection, I'll show you what a vengeful ghost looks like."

"????"

Dr. Zhao Hailun was speechless for a moment; it was the first time she had ever heard someone call themselves a "vengeful ghost." The female doctor rubbed her temples and then looked again at the girl in the cradle of life.

"Can you help her? Through mystical means?" Zhao Hailun wasn't particularly clear about Ian's identity; her new teacher, Tony, had only told her that Ian was the world's first superhero.

The main concern is that using the name of an evil god to recruit people might scare away these talented individuals.

“No, no, no, I relied on begging to make a living.” Ian shook his finger, his tone still showing no embarrassment, but rather a confident pride.

"What?" Zhao Hailun asked, her face full of questions.

Ian didn't offer much explanation, but instead pulled his "lollipop" from his pocket—a pure white feather that emitted a faint, holy glow.

"what is this?"

Zhao Hailun's brows furrowed even more.

“It’s the food I ordered yesterday,” Ian replied casually, walking up to the life support pod and opening the hatch without hesitation.

"Wait! You can't—" Just as Helen Zhao was about to stop him, Ian gently brushed his wings across Gwen's pale cheek. In an instant, the light on his wings suddenly brightened, and a soft halo enveloped Gwen's entire body. Her complexion visibly regained its color, and her breathing became steady.

It seems Lucifer's power is quite effective.

Even if they leave the original universe.

His strength is still still capable of being exerted.

"This works?! How can this possibly work?"

Zhao Hailun looked at the monitoring screen in shock and discovered that the originally broken gene chain had been filled by unknown genes, and the missing parts had been temporarily repaired by some mysterious substance!

Yes.

Temporary repair.

Just as Ian was about to retract his wings.

The newly filled gene sequences suddenly began to disintegrate, disappearing without a trace as if erased by an eraser. Gwen's face turned pale again, and her breathing became weak once more.

"What's going on?!" Zhao Hailun looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty. As Ian put the feather back, her fingers flew across the control panel.

This is an attempt to analyze those suddenly appearing gene sequences. However, these genes do not belong to any known biological structures, and do not even conform to the DNA coding logic of Earth's organisms.

"Strange... Logically speaking, Lucifer's power should be able to directly reshape her genes. Could it be the universe's self-purification? Rejecting foreign things?"

Ian was also somewhat unable to understand this situation.

"What did you just say, Xifa???" Zhao Hailun was just focused on her analysis, which didn't mean she was deaf. She turned around in shock to look at Ian, who was staring at the feather in deep thought.

"It does not matter."

Ian then turned to look at the new teacher, Tony.

“I have another way, which might require you to find ten mutants for me.” As someone with a super brain, and the only undesignated successor to Batman, he naturally had more than one strategy in mind. In Ian’s view, if Lucifer’s feathers didn’t work, he could try his new profession.

【Mutant Overlord: All that exists and mutates will become your subjects; all that possesses potential will be blessed. In the rhapsody of evolution, you will become the endless king who transcends multiple realities.】

You are the emperor of genes, the final stage of life's evolution!

"I need a crackdown on organized crime." If the system doesn't exaggerate too much in this new profession, Ian feels he might be able to solve Gwen's lack of genes.

In this regard.

The new Tony didn't ask for the specific reason.

"no problem."

He readily agreed to Ian's request.

As an extremely efficient form of artificial intelligence, the virtual image of the new Tony teacher unfolds a holographic map in the air, with ten red dots flashing across various locations in New York.

“Recently, labs in New York have been frantically researching bio-enhancement technology; they’re envious of Spider-Man’s success.” He briefly explained the reason for the emergence of these mutants.

Most of them were homeless people, or destitute people, or bankrupt individuals who, due to economic hardship, participated in the drug trials of a biotech group and then became monsters that were neither weak nor strong.

Ian leaned closer to the screen, looking at the marked targets—some looked like half-human, half-scorpion, some had bat wings, and one was even covered in fish scales, looking like a deep-sea fish that had come to life.

"New York City updates its rules so fast. No wonder it has a higher crime rate than my hometown, a small place called Gotham," Ian grumbled as he walked toward the door.

New York City’s underground drainage system.

In the dark and damp tunnel.

A hunched figure crawled quickly, its six arthropod legs tapping on the ground, its scorpion tail raised high, its venomous stinger dripping viscous liquid.

"Hey, scorpion demon!" Ian's voice came from the darkness.

The mutant whirled around, its crimson compound eyes locking onto the source of the sound, only to see a lollipop glowing faintly in the darkness, someone playing with it.

"I heard you've been poisoning the drinking water lately? Although New York tap water is already undrinkable, this is still incredibly unethical," Ian stepped out of the shadows and criticized.

The scorpion-tailed madman roared and pounced! Ian dodged to the side, the scorpion's tail grazing his cheek, splattering venom onto the wall and instantly corroding a large hole.

"Wow, if even a little bit of this gets on me, won't my handsome face be ruined?" Ian touched his mask with lingering fear, then kicked the other person in the stomach.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party bent over in pain, Marvel Superman grabbed the scorpion's tail and snapped it off—crack! The scorpion's tail broke off, and the mutant let out a shrill scream.

Ian casually pulled a roll of duct tape from his pocket and quickly bound him up like a mummy.

"Get one."

The boy clapped his hands.

The madman dragged along the motionless scorpion tail.

Humming a song, I walked towards the exit. Among the skyscrapers of Manhattan, a dark shadow swept across the night sky, its large bat wings flapping and emitting a chilling whistling sound.

suddenly.

He heard someone taking pictures.

“Keep flying, don’t worry about me. I just need to prove to a bat imposter that bat spirits really do exist.” Ian flew alongside the bat monster.

The bat-like monster turned sideways and roared, its claws aimed straight for Ian's throat!

"too slow."

Ian leaned back, bracing himself with one hand in the air, and kicked the man in the chin. The bat-like monster was sent flying, crashing through a glass wall and landing in a company conference room. When Ian jumped in, he found the man struggling to get up, while the employees in the conference room were already cowering in a corner in fear.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm Superman, leveling up and fighting monsters." Ian smiled and took out a sack, used duct tape to tie up the bat monster's entire body, and then put it into the sack.

Marvel's Superman is here.

Marvel's Superman is gone again.

Wave your sleeves.

They left behind money to compensate for the broken glass.

"Okay, next one."

At the Brooklyn docks, a burly man covered in bluish-gray fish scales was tossing shipping containers around like toys, making gurgling noises as he did so.

"Dude, were you raised on nuclear wastewater?"

Ian crouched on the container, chin in hand, scrutinizing him. The fish-scale thug roared and charged, slamming his fist into the container Ian was on!
boom!
The container was dented from the impact, but Ian had already jumped behind him, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it hard on the back of his head.

"Boom!"

The fish-scale thug swayed, but instead of falling, he became even angrier.

"Tsk, that's thick-skinned." Ian scoffed, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and pulled a packet of salt from his pocket.

"I heard fish are afraid of this?" He grinned, revealing the evil god's mouth on his mask, and sprinkled salt on it.

The thug screamed in agony, white smoke billowing from his skin as he frantically scratched himself. Ian seized the opportunity, sweeping his leg to knock him down, then binding him like a dumpling with a fishing net.

"Third one, that's it!"

For these monsters, Ian was an invincible force; they were indeed too weak and had many flaws. In the end, all ten mutants were imprisoned in the Sanctuary.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!" The dark blue energy barrier of the dungeon reflected the reptilian face of the lizardman Kurt Connors. His golden vertical pupils narrowed as he stared at Ian as he roughly shoved the last mutant, a "porcupine man" covered in bone spurs, into the cell next to his.

“You’re so powerful that you don’t need to study our blood.” He growled, his claws scraping against the transparent barrier with a harsh scraping sound.

"I was just thinking that I shouldn't have killed the Spider-Man, otherwise I could have collected all twelve of America's Zodiac animals." Ian was drawing a Peppa Pig on the porcupine man's cell with a marker.

He sighed regretfully.

"??????" The lizardman doctor's pupils trembled violently. Even his proud scientific mind could not unravel the logical chain behind this statement.

“I know what he’s going to do, I know, I’m smart.” On the other side of the cell, a rat-man with rodent-like incisors suddenly pounced on the barrier, its sharp claws pounding against the transparent wall: “Are you going to build a private prison here and then swear your extraordinary regime? Like those ridiculous supervillains?”

He was questioning Ian.

"First of all, you are the ones who committed the crime. You should be grateful that I don't like killing and that I have a principle of not killing. Secondly, I am not a villain. I am just a superhero who wants to save people."

"At least today."

Ian, clutching twelve vials of blood, turned and left the Sanctuary dungeon. As the blood was analyzed and disappeared, he heard a notification from the system that a new class had been awakened.

as predicted.

The system never disappoints Ian.

……

Bright sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer curtains, dappling the floor with tiny, dancing spots of light. Gwen Stacy slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually focusing from blurry.

She lay on a soft, large bed, the bedding exuding a faint scent of lavender.

"Where am I...?"

Gwen instinctively tried to sit up, but found her movements unusually light, without any of the weakness she felt from being bedridden for so long. Her gaze swept to the window—a red and black figure was facing away from her, head down, intently carving something, wood shavings falling softly, shimmering golden in the sunlight.

"Awake?" The man spoke without looking up, his carving knife still steady and precise. "Congratulations, you are now a proper young man."

This sentence immediately shattered the warm atmosphere.

"What?!" Gwen abruptly threw back the covers, looked down to check, then let out a long sigh and glared angrily at the window. "Ian Kent!"

She saw the boy finally turn his head, but he only glanced at her before continuing to carve the plaque. The powerful strokes of the large characters were already faintly visible.

Imam Mental Illness Hero Rescue Center

"..."

Gwen rubbed her temples, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. "I remember... I was hit by a car, and I had multiple fractures all over my body. Then... in my dream, a voice told me that I could finally rest."

“Hmm.” Ian nodded and continued carving. “Perhaps the universe itself wants you to retire gracefully and pass on your popularity and power to the next generation.”

This statement carries a sense of certainty.

“But I feel… great right now, even better than before.” Gwen paused for a moment, looked down at her palm, suddenly clenched her fist, then relaxed it.

Ian finally put down his carving knife.

"You should thank me, the evil god, for this."

He turned around and spoke softly.

“The universe discards you after you’ve served your purpose, it wants you to take your final bow… but I won’t allow it.” There was a hint of self-righteousness in the boy’s eyes, the original sin that Lucifer once said he saw in Ian.

(End of this chapter)