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

Chapter 150 Quantum Spider-Man! The Daily Life of an Evil God!

I heard Ian's inexplicably confident statement.

Gwen was somewhat stunned.

"The universe wants my era to end? You won't allow it?" Gwen looked at Ian, somewhat bewildered. She slowly raised her hand, clenched her fist, and felt the surging power within her.
That was a power even greater than her peak strength.

The weakness, the emptiness, the feeling of being on the verge of collapse vanished. In its place came an unprecedented sense of power—as if someone had implanted a nuclear reactor inside her body.

"What exactly did you do? You've misled the universe?" This was the only possibility Gwen could think of; she never doubted Ian's ability to manipulate and deceive others.

Scammers use persuasive tactics to deceive and mislead others.

Ian, on the other hand, would use forceful brainwashing to deceive people.

Can't be prevented.

No one can stop it.

"Look at what you're saying, how hurtful! I don't like to fool people, I just used my rules to override the rules of the universe." Ian corrected Gwen while looking at his personal panel.

Name: Ian Kent

【普通职业：学生lv8〔441/1280〕作家LV4〔75/80〕领袖LV7〔112/640〕】

【超凡职业：狂战士LV8〔1100/1280〕，野蛮暴君lv10〔4751/5120〕【熵灭领主Lv11〔1450/10240〕】【异变主宰lv1〔1/10〕】】

[Global Recognition: Key NPC]

[Innate Skills: Reverse Blood Forge, Perfect Divinity, Feeding All Beings, Eternal Grace.]

[Professional Skills: Genetic Oracle, Wrath of the Undead, Blasphemy Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Eternal Day's Eye Level 3, Absolute Leap, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger Level 3...]

Compared to his previous profile panel, Ian's current profile panel includes a new class, a new talent, and a new skill he learned to save Gwen.

He has indeed become a tiny bit stronger than before. Since the [Mutation Overlord] is, for some reason, an ultimate class, the attribute boost it provides to Ian is quite significant.

Strength: 384-401

[Physical fitness: 401-419]

Intelligence: 26.1-40.7

[Spirit: 136-155]

You can tell.

This is a seemingly balanced profession, but it is actually more focused on intelligence. The improvement in both [intelligence] and [spirit] is far greater than that of Ian's other professions.

Ian's thinking speed has increased, so he now appears unusually "lively," but he still can't figure out why he awakened the [Mutant Overlord].

This profession not only offers unique attribute boosts, but its leveling method is also completely different from other professions, giving it a "more children, more blessings" feel to it.

【Eternal Gift: The Creator’s authority is firmly in your hands. Mortals look up at the stars, but the stars will eventually look up at you. Life will undergo eternal evolution under your gaze.】

You are no longer merely a caster of spells, but an agent of the laws of life, capable of bestowing extraordinary blessings upon life. Those beings that are mutated because of you will become extensions of your will.

This skill allows the user to acquire a maximum number of followers not exceeding their own class level. When your level reaches a multiple of ten, the number of followers you can have will be increased.

The stronger the target's companion who has been granted a blessing, the more experience points you will gain at the end of each day.

Yes, this is a passive talent that is based on a settlement. The entire upgrade method for the [Mutant Overlord] class is to spread so-called blessings, and Gwen is the first target to receive Ian's initial class blessing.

[Gene Oracle: You can issue an oracle to the target's genes, causing the target to awaken a variant gene that is more compatible with its own, rather than a disordered awakening. This skill can help you find a companion for targeted breeding.]

—If he reaches the pinnacle, you will live forever!

Ian has always been a relatively kind-hearted evil god. Because he captured more than a dozen abnormal beings, he did this to prevent the beautiful Gwen from becoming the kind of Gwen that the abnormal beings only found beautiful in.

He specifically learned this skill to heal Gwen. Yes, the reason Ian was able to save Gwen was because he used his own genes to cover the missing part of Gwen's genes. Because of this, Gwen is no longer Spider-Woman, but a mutant Spider-Woman, with a Y gene in her body that has been pirated using the X gene naming convention.

"Your rules can supersede the rules of the universe?" Gwen couldn't quite process what Ian was saying, mainly because Ian sometimes used metaphors that were incomprehensible to ordinary people.

“Yes, yes, the genes I gave you flow in your veins, so I am now your second parent…” Ian expressed his desire, somewhat shyly, to hear Gwen call him “father.” Only “father” was the right word, because he wanted “dad” to be reserved for the Dream God.

The evil god's gentleness and thoughtfulness are revealed in these details.

"Is that the truth? Or you might as well lie to me, tell me you just went through countless hardships and defeated some evil being to obtain Aladdin's lamp."

Gwen had listened to Ian's boasts the most, and because of this, as the fragments of memories from the old era gradually merged, she was somewhat alarmed to find that Ian hadn't actually been boasting this time.

My body is truly filled with the genes Ian gave me!

"Aladdin's lamp is nowhere near as powerful as me. I am now Ian, the man of many children and many blessings. My newly awakened abilities are so satisfying that I can openly and legitimately have others call me Daddy."

“And the stronger you are, the stronger I will be. Everyone benefits, which is the foundation for building a harmonious family.” Ian raised his arm, palm up. In an instant, countless fine dark red energies appeared above his palm, faintly resonating with some of the energies within Gwen’s body.

"..."

Gwen could also clearly feel this connection.

“You mean…you turned me into a mutant, so I’m no longer the original Spider-Man, right?” Gwen looked down at her hand and tried to gently squeeze it.

Click!

She squeezed the air and made it explode with a loud bang.

Putting aside Ian's desire for her to call him "father," Gwen has to admit that the power granted by the "evil god" is indeed formidable; no wonder countless people in movies and novels succumb to the evil god's allure.

"Isn't it amazing?"

Ian rubbed his hands excitedly, dragged the "Imam Mental Illness Relief Center" sign he had made to Gwen's bedside, and simply lifted Gwen off the bed onto his shoulders.

"You're a Y-gene mutant now, with a bright future ahead of you. Stop worrying about Spider-Man and let's go test your new abilities!"

With the plaque held aloft on one shoulder and Gwen on the other, Ian ran quickly outside, his voice filled with anticipation. He was curious about what kind of extraordinary genes he had bestowed upon Gwen.

"Wait, I'm still a patient—" Before Gwen could finish speaking, Ian had already pulled out a pillow from somewhere and stuffed it onto the shoulder he was carrying Gwen on.

Patients will certainly receive the treatment due to patients.

What is this called?
The Evil God's thoughtfulness!
"..."

Gwen, caught between silence and screams, resigned herself to her fate. She didn't even dare to suggest that her father arrest Ian anymore; after all, asking a sheriff to capture an evil god was a bit too much to ask.

of course.

Gwen had no doubt that her father would not be killed by the evil god. Based on the information in the fused memory fragments, she had no doubt that if she went to find her father, this bizarre evil god would definitely go somewhere, capture her great-grandparents who had immigrated to America during the War of Independence, and then have them scold her father, their grandson.

“He’s too strong, I can’t resist him at all.” Gwen didn’t struggle. She was always good at assessing the situation, so she found a reasonable reason for not resisting in her mind.

I saw.

that's it.

Gwen, utterly despondent, quietly perched on Ian's right shoulder, then followed him into the air, where she hung the sign for the "Immam Mental Illness Relief Center" below the "New Justice League."

Does this name have any meaning?

Gwen didn't quite understand Ian's actions.

"Imam has a profound meaning. It means that the most shrewd Ian in the world will use his identity as a dimensional demon to open a branch of Arkham Academy here."

Ian explained the meaning behind the name he had carefully chosen.

"What is Arkham Asylum?" Gwen could understand the first two explanations, but she couldn't understand something that didn't exist in the Marvel Universe at all.

Just like she couldn't understand why Ian was so fixated on the new Justice League.

In this regard.

Ian is also very patient.

"Once upon a time, there was a child who was very smart, but not strong. So he had a desire to improve and wanted to visit and learn at a place called Arkham Talent Center."

"However, the local tyrant smashed the child's dream with a gun butt and threatened to cut off the family's income. The child cried for three days and three nights but ultimately did not get his wish."

"From that day on, the boy secretly vowed that he would spend ten days in Marvel and ten days in DC, and that he would never underestimate a young man's potential. He would eventually build his own Arkham."

Ian's voice was full of emotion.

[Author Experience Points +1]

He elaborated on his sob story.

"That child is you, isn't it?" Gwen was taken aback by Ian's words, but she was much smarter than the little delinquent and knew that Ian must have used a few rhetorical devices in his words.

“The child can be me, or anyone else; I am just a reflection of everyone.” Ian said earnestly, still as fond of standing on the high ground of philosophy and morality as ever.

"A mental hospital in a superhero base? Are you serious?" Gwen glanced at the signboard, finally unable to hold back her inner rant.

“Because all the local superheroes here are mentally ill, I’m going to treat them,” Ian replied with a seemingly impeccable reason.

"..."

Gwen recalled Thor and Doctor Strange, who liked to take the appendix and pull out all sorts of weapons from it. As her expression changed, she had to admit that Ian's reasoning was hard to refute.

of course.

This argument is not as flawless as Ian believes.

“But you yourself… seem to need treatment too.” Gwen’s words were less harsh than before, and she spoke very tactfully. She truly understood that Ian was, after all, her savior.

"In fact, that's the advice my therapist gave me. He thinks I should use the skills I learned from him to heal my followers even better than my teacher."

Ian's serious speech was indeed quite informative.

"You actually have a psychiatrist???" Gwen was stunned. Having a mental patient treat other mental patients, what kind of genius did this psychiatrist graduate from!
“Yes, don’t make such a fuss. My psychologist is very capable. He’s an authoritative expert. You can’t go wrong trusting him.” Ian played to his strength of “easily trusting people.”

“Perhaps you should suggest that your therapist also go see a therapist.” Gwen was put down from Ian’s shoulder and straightened her clothes, which had been painted with paint to resemble a hospital gown by someone.

“No need, because Dr. Hannibal has been seeing a psychiatrist for longer than I have, and his psychiatrist charges more than he does.” Ian was still unaware of the truth about Dr. Hannibal.

He presented his "outdated" understanding based on his own stereotypes about Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

"???????"

These words truly left Gwen speechless. She suddenly felt that Ian's statement made much more sense. Sure enough, among the people this evil god knew, she was probably the only normal person.

“You’d better not see a psychologist, otherwise I’m worried your condition will only worsen.” Gwen expressed her concern, her gaze towards Ian quite strange.

“I’ve always been on high alert, don’t worry. Let’s not worry about the details. Come on, try out your new ability.” Ian pointed to the deserted streets around them.

Since the formation of the new Justice League, Doctor Strange has placed protective magic around the area, prohibiting anyone from actively contacting it unless absolutely necessary, to prevent anyone passing by from accidentally encountering the evil god who came to inspect the place.

Doctor Strange felt he had done something incredibly good.

"I feel like I'm still Spider-Man." Gwen was also quite concerned about her current situation, or rather, worried. Who knows if she'd shoot out a piece of her small intestine if she raised her hand.

She was incredibly anxious, taking deep breaths frantically, trying to recall the feeling of using spider silk before.

"Whoosh~"

Finally, Gwen raised her hand, and a crystalline thread shot out from her fingertip. But unlike the spider silk of the past, this thread shimmered with a faint silver-blue light.

And the moment it touched the wall—whoosh!—the thread actually merged directly into the wall. The next second, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the entire wall, as if it had been eroded by some kind of energy.

"what is this?"

Gwen's eyes widened. While she breathed a sigh of relief, she was also incredibly surprised. She felt that the spider silk she had shot out, although not from the small intestine, was still quite strange.

It seems to exist, yet it also seems not to exist, plunging into reality.

"It seems that the ability I bestowed upon you will still be influenced by your original traits. That makes sense, after all, Spider-Man is the most suitable path for you, and my gift will unearth that path."

Ian stroked his chin thoughtfully. He pulled out a small notebook and quickly wrote down, "This is so boring. I can't even create a mutant out of thin air with abilities that satisfy me."

The boy's disappointed sigh terrified Gwen.

Gwen was very fortunate that her ability wasn't one that Ian had "customized." She tried shooting out another thread, this time deliberately controlling her strength—the thread split into dozens of thin strands in the air, each one moving autonomously as if it were alive, even able to float in mid-air; it had indeed taken root in reality.

"This is no longer a capability that a spider should possess."

Gwen muttered to herself, somewhat amazed. She saw a fly land on the spider web, and then she seemed to be able to read the fly's thoughts and physical condition.

"No, no, this is no ordinary Spider-Man, you are now—Quantum Spider-Man!" Ian knew the great principle that when in doubt, one should turn to quantum mechanics.

"Quantum Spider-Man?"

Gwen glanced back at Ian several times.

"Did you make this up on the spot?"

She ruthlessly exposed Ian's lies.

"Name doesn't matter, as long as you're handsome!"

Ian was also incredibly skilled at sophistry, and it wasn't the first or second time his lies had been exposed. A person whose lies are frequently exposed is naturally good at sophistry.

"Take me on the swing quickly."

talking.

Ian jumped right into Gwen's arms.

"..."

Gwen instinctively caught Ian and noticed that Ian "adaptively" adjusted his lying position, the way he carried her in a princess carry could even be used as a Hollywood example.

"Is it possible that I need to hold onto the spider silk with both hands?" Gwen couldn't very well throw away her savior; she had come to a profound understanding of how the evil god could take advantage of her kindness.

I saw.

The words of tact had barely left her lips when Ian, like an eel, slipped from Gwen's embrace, climbed up her shoulder, and clung to her back.

“Don’t say ‘Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up’…” Gwen gave Ian a heads-up. In her merged memories of the old era, there were stories about Supergirl that Ian had told her.

"Okay, okay."

Eager to experience the extraordinary sense of accomplishment, Ian urged Gwen to press her hands against the wall and slowly climb upwards.

Extremely skilled.

The suction on her palms didn't come from tiny hairs, but from a special force within her body; Gwen could feel that energy flowing through her blood.

Climbing up the wall to the top, Gwen stood on the rooftop, looked around the city one last time, felt the wind on her face, and felt a lot of information carried to her by the wind.

That was information about what had happened in the city, in the places the wind blew through—Gwen was astonished to find that she could perceive every corner of the city it passed through simply by touching the wind with her skin.

"My spider sense... has it really turned into some kind of quantum sense?" Gwen glanced at the hand that was circling around her from behind, gripping her neck like a hanged ghost.

Her feelings were very complicated. She was also somewhat excited.

"Shh!"

As Gwen reached out her hand again, her figure blurred for a moment, and the next second, she appeared on another building ten meters away.

This kind of migration is like instantaneous teleportation.

"Space jump?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

As the [Ian Mother], he cannot clearly understand what abilities the "seeds" bestowed upon others will nurture, nor is the [Mutation Overlord] a profession that enslaves others.

It's not necessarily a bad thing.

And it's quite reasonable.

After all, just as parents don't necessarily need to control their children, that would be incredibly suffocating, and any form of enslavement will inevitably be met with resistance from the enslaved.

That's the main theme of the American comic book universe. In fact, as long as the "descendants" can bring Ian benefits, Ian is already quite satisfied.

The evil god's manipulation techniques are far more efficient than enslaving others.

This is not.

If Gwen agrees to carry Ian today, she'll definitely agree to let Ian ride on her shoulders tomorrow. Sooner or later, Ian will be able to grab Gwen's pigtails and shout that exciting syllable.

"Xu~"

The thoughtful Ian remembered that Gwen disliked the "driving" sound. And just as Ian was harboring his own wicked thoughts, Gwen had already made several more leaps between buildings.

“I feel like this way of moving is more like ‘gliding along the threads of space,’” Gwen said, expressing her feelings as if she could clearly sense the fabric of the world.

Then, they "weave" their own web within the fabric of the world.

And on this web.

Gwen could do more than just move quickly. She tried again, this time splitting her body into three afterimages in mid-air, attacking three targets from different angles simultaneously.

There's a trash can that hasn't bothered anyone, a little electric scooter that looks like Doctor Strange's, and a giant axe that Thor left outside the Sanctum Sanctorum to chop fruitwood for barbecue.

They were affected at almost the same time.

"Schrödinger's Gwent? A Gwent of quantum superposition?" Ian rattled off a few marketing terms he could think of. "I told you you're Quantum Spider-Man now!"

His voice was full of joy.

After all, the stronger Gwen is, the more experience points he can accumulate each day. Now that Ian can only rely on one familiar to level up, he naturally hopes that Gwen will be as strong as possible.

“I…I’m not quite sure, but I feel like I can do more.” Gwen herself was a little surprised. She took a deep breath and suddenly placed her hands on the ground.

boom!
Centered around her.

Countless silver-blue threads spread like waves, covering the entire block. Each thread was like an extension of her nerves, allowing her to perceive everything within its range.

Stray cats hiding in alleys, rats in underground pipes, even the movement of dust in the air. It's like a special realm where Spider-Man weaves his own information web.

"Is the Y-gene mutation really that strong?"

Gwen withdrew her power, slightly out of breath, but her eyes were bright, filled with incredible shock. She had never imagined that the power Ian had granted her would be so legitimate.

"Anyway, it's definitely stronger than the X-gene. You probably don't know what the X-gene is because the copyright for the X-gene has been sold." Ian has never found a real mutant in this world.

Even Tony, the teacher from the old days, had never learned about it, so he speculated that the mutant stories related to the X gene did not exist in the Marvel universe he possessed.

“Your speech is still so obscure and hard to understand.” Gwen led Ian back to the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctum, and then put Ian down, who had somehow ended up riding on her shoulders.

"Thank you."

She didn't criticize Ian for pushing his luck, but after calming down, she spoke sincerely, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.

After absorbing the fragmented memories, Gwen also came to understand the concepts of bonds and friendship that Ian always liked to talk about. She felt that the evil god boy in front of her did have some shining points—they teamed up with each other several times, and most people might not have thought of this as friendship or bond.

however.

The boy in front of her was absolutely certain of this. Even though everything from the old era had vanished, he still remembered it and had saved her life several times.

A young evil god who values ​​loyalty and righteousness?

Perhaps that's the case.

"Thank you for saving my life and giving me new power." Gwen's voice was soft, but earnest. Ian waved his hand dismissively, pretending not to care.

“It’s nothing, no need to be so formal. Just remember my kindness.” Ian’s words were still full of emphasis, as always, he wanted to spread his gratitude.

Gwen smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll remember."

She responded with a helpless expression.

“Good that you remember. Now I’ll have to test you.” Ian stared at Gwen for two seconds, then suddenly grinned and pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.

He solemnly handed the paper, which he had prepared long ago, to Gwen.

"what is this?"

Gwen took the paper with a puzzled look, unfolded it, and her expression froze instantly.

I saw.

The paper clearly contained a composition assignment.

"On My Gratitude for the Kindness of the Great Being Ian—A Letter of Thanksgiving." At this moment, Gwen suspects that Ian has studied in some small country.

Further detailed requirements are below.

Thank-you notes should contain at least 50,000 English words.

[The content must include a detailed description of Ian's many acts of kindness, including saving lives, empowering, guiding, enlightening, and inspiring.]

[It must be done with genuine feeling and sincerity; perfunctory work is not allowed. Failure to complete the task or cutting corners will be labeled as "a heartless and ungrateful wretch" and sent for rehabilitation.]

Gwen's lips twitched; she couldn't have been more depressed.

She had originally wanted to get a little sentimental, but now she had no emotion left to express. Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth, put away the paper, and looked up at Ian, who was scrutinizing her.

"I'm very good at writing thank-you notes." Even the best linguists and reading comprehension experts would probably have a hard time deciphering the full range of emotions contained in Gwen's statement.

She had already started calculating in her mind how long it would take to write 50,000 words.

"Alright, alright, I knew you were genuinely grateful to me." Ian's expression, which had been somewhat scrutinizing, instantly changed, and he patted Gwen on the shoulder with a broad smile.

He has a very good grasp of leadership qualities.

"Is it just a thank-you note? Is there anything about moral decay or anything like that?"

Gwen stared at the evil god opposite her with a strange expression. Just as she was carefully choosing her words and preparing to ask what the true price of this power was,

"dududu~"

A piercing horn blared, interrupting her. Both of them turned their heads simultaneously and saw a truck bearing the words "Cutting-Edge Medical Equipment" parked in front of the Sanctuary.

"Here, here."

Ian immediately waved excitedly at the truck.

"Is this the second-hand medical equipment you ordered at an extra cost?" A middle-aged man poked his head out from the driver's seat of the truck, seemingly puzzled as to why there was no doctor in a suit waiting for him at the destination.

"Yes, yes, this is it! Move it in!" Ian removed the somewhat obstructive door of the Sanctuary and put it aside, clearing a wide enough passage for the goods to be moved.

"okay!"

The driver repeatedly checked that the house number was correct.

Seven or eight porters jumped out of the passenger seat—the Indians have a deep-rooted presence in the freight industry—and began to open the truck doors and carry out the arduous task of unloading.

Workers carried the heavy CT scanner slowly through the gates of the Holy See, the metal base scraping against the marble floor with a harsh sound.

"Be careful! This thing is worth ten years' salary for you!" the foreman yelled, wiping his sweat, completely unaware that he was moving modern medical equipment inside a magic temple.

"No, you're really opening a hospital?"

Under Gwen's somewhat astonished gaze,
The outer casing of the MRI machine gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and two burly men pushed a cart loaded with an electrocardiogram monitor, the wheels creaking in protest.

“I could actually buy new equipment, but the worn-out look of secondhand equipment is what gives it the atmosphere a mental hospital should have,” Ian said, directing the workers as they arranged the equipment.

These items looked no different from standard equipment in any New York hospital—they were purchased from other hospitals, and if the price was high enough, America's hospitals could even unplug a patient's ventilator on the spot. Thanks to the financial support of his new teacher, Tony, Ian got what he wanted in a very short time.

America's trading efficiency depends on whether her financial power is fully utilized. Gwen stood by, arms crossed, watching the workers install ventilators, dialysis machines, and other standard equipment on the oak bookshelves that had once held magical tomes. The most incongruous element was the strange hospital bed placed in the center of the rune array.

After the movers left, Gwen's gaze fell on the strangely shaped hospital bed in the center of the hall—it looked less like a hospital bed and more like a modified version of some medieval torture device.

"What is this? Why are there belts, shackles, and... are those electric shock connectors on it?" She finally couldn't help but ask, something she hadn't been able to say in front of the movers.

They were afraid that if the movers left, they would call the police.

"This is a highly specialized, custom-made medical device! It's a bed specifically designed to scare patients so they can recover quickly. If Arkham has it, we need to have it too. This is called benchmarking the industry."

Ian patted the bed frame, and the hospital bed made a dull metallic sound.

"Scaring the patient..."

Gwen, with a strange expression, seemed about to say something. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her. Turning around, she saw Dr. Helen Zhao emerging from a hidden door, her hair slightly disheveled and her glasses askew, clearly having been woken from her afternoon nap by the noise of the moving.

“Gwen?” Zhao Hailun pushed up his glasses and looked at her in surprise. “You’ve recovered well… no, I should say, ridiculously well.”

talking.

The doctor's gaze then turned to Ian, his eyes filled with the curiosity of a scientist: "What methods did you use? Theoretically, her gene chain cannot repair itself."

“Your mystical methods have all failed.” Zhao Hailun thought of Lucifer that Ian had mentioned, and she dared not mention what that feather actually was.

"Mystical methods are nothing special. What I used was a much more powerful force—I brought her into my evil god family."

Ian spoke with pride.

He awakened Gwen with love.

"Forehead……"

Gwen's new Spider-Sense was triggered, and she immediately turned to stare at Ian, afraid that Ian's next words would be that he had given her fatherly love, which was definitely something Ian would say.

of course.

Zhao Hailun was unaware of this.

at this time.

The doctor's expression froze.

"What evil god?"

Her voice was tinged with fear. Recalling Lucifer that Ian had mentioned earlier, the intelligent doctor already had a very bad feeling.

"He is the evil god, and this is the evil god's church. When you were tricked into coming here, didn't anyone proudly announce this information to you?" Gwen looked at Zhao Hailun with some surprise.

She didn't know much about this PhD.

"!!!???"

Zhao Hailun's face turned deathly pale instantly. She stumbled back several steps, crashing into the large box behind her with a thud. The lid flipped open, revealing neatly stacked items inside.

Fifty batteries.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Zhao Hailun stiffly looked down at the battery, then looked up at the multi-functional "hospital bed," and finally slowly shifted her gaze back to Ian's face, which was indeed so handsome it seemed unreal.

"You...you're not planning to electrocute us, are you?"

Her voice trembled.

I don't know how many scenarios I imagined occurred to me.

"No, no, no! You've misunderstood! These batteries are for you to use when you go out! I see a lot of bicycles parked outside, but only Doctor Strange has a little electric scooter."

“That won’t do. If we go out, people will think that my followers, Lord Ian, can’t afford to ride electric bikes. For my sake, you all need to change your habit of riding bicycles.”

"Electric scooters are much more convenient than bicycles, and it's not the end of the world... Besides, we have Thor! With Thor, we don't need to pay for electricity at all!"

“We can even make the power company owe us an electricity bill!” Ian’s voice was passionate and full of wisdom, and his words silenced the room once again.

"????"

"????"

Both Gwen and Helen Zhao had expressions that were hard to describe. The absurd scene of everyone lining up to have their electric scooters charged by Thor couldn't help but flash through their minds.

"Did you ask Thor if he would do something like that...?"

Gwen thought the cook would probably fly into a rage—just then, a blinding bolt of lightning ripped open the dome of the Sanctuary. Amidst flying bricks and stones, a blond, burly man crashed face-first into the center of the hall, his body billowing smoke, his Mjolnir still crackling with electricity. This was probably what Thor looked like when he actually arrived.

It seems like someone is talking about me.

Thor staggered toward a pillar.

"Hello, I am Thor. May I ask where this place is?" He asked the pillar, his eyes sparkling. This scene made Helen Zhao and Gwen's expressions even more interesting.

“See, I told you superheroes need psychiatrists.” The voice rang out, and Gwen and Helen Zhao looked over, noticing that Ian had put on a white coat at some point.

It's not just about wearing a stethoscope around your neck.

He even took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on.

They act like humans but are actually dogs.

Why did you steal Thor's hammer?

"Because I need to test the patient's knee-jerk reflex first, that's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas."

One question and one answer.

It nearly brought Thor to his senses.

(End of this chapter)