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

Chapter 152 Dimensional Awakening! Saving Bruce!

A distant bell tolled slowly.

It's like waking up from a dream.

Ian's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes. What came into view was a snow-white ceiling, gray-white, cold, and with a metallic feel. This was the medical room of the Justice League's underground base, and also the place where he had been forced to sleep anywhere.

Returning from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ian was still pondering the conflict between Morgan Stark and reality, while inside the room, the Flash, who had been anxiously waiting for over half an hour and was practically bursting with prostate problems, exclaimed, "Thank God! Ian! You're finally alive!"

"You're still Ian, right? Not some other person's soul in Ian's body?" The Flash, Barry Allen, was still circling around Ian rapidly.

His speed was so fast that he almost left a blur in the air. His face was filled with worry and tension, as if he were on guard at any moment in case Ian, who had been possessed by the mysterious dream boy, suddenly attacked.

"No, no... I need to confirm whether his consciousness has been damaged... whether his brain has been contaminated or eroded... I need the assistance of Dr. Wells and Star Labs."

talking.

While maintaining his speed, The Flash also grabbed the communication equipment from the Batcave. He kept running, and Ian's eyes could barely keep up with his movements.

Without the pressure of outer space, the Flash not only regained his speed, but also became much faster than before due to the weighted training he had undergone in recent days.

"Uncle Barry, can't you control your legs?" Ian was having a hard time keeping up with the Flash's movements; a red afterimage was spinning wildly in front of him.

The speed was so fast that it almost felt like Superman.

“If you can’t control them, you can tie them up. Trust me, free-range animals won’t run faster than captive animals.” Ian’s tone was as sincere as if he were discussing pet ownership.

He does indeed have two super-fast legs.

"Such a foul mouth! Fine, fine, great, you're still you." Barry Allen's expression froze for a moment, and his spinning afterimage suddenly came to a stop.

It stopped directly in front of Ian.

His face revealed a deep anxiety.

"Ian... do you... have any bad feelings?" Barry Allen waved his hands in front of Ian, his voice extremely low as if afraid of being overheard. He remained cautious, glancing every now and then at Superman, who stood motionless like an ancient Greek statue by the hospital bed not far away.

"A few."

Ian looked at Barry, who seemed off, with some suspicion. He suspected that Barry might think he had some rare and strange disease, like being a "sleeping beauty," because of his habit of sleeping anywhere.

"W-What do you feel?!"

The Flash's pupils contracted sharply, and he tensed up like a taut string. He stared intently at the boy in front of him, his expression tense and worried, only to see the boy painfully touching his stomach.

"I dreamt I ordered a pizza using my friend's credit card, and it hasn't arrived yet. Then I woke up, and now I'm starving. Do you think there are still any wild burritos out in Gotham at this hour?"

"Perhaps I could visit my die-hard fans; they'd surely be willing to treat me to a delicious, poisoned pasta dish. Hopefully, they'll be generous with the amount of super-chemical seasonings they add."

Ian swallowed hard.

His tone revealed a longing for food.

After all, he's still at an age where he needs to grow.

Including his time in the Marvel universe, Ian has gone more than ten hours without eating. He even vomited a few times during his fight with Cthulhu, so describing his current state as being starving is no exaggeration.

"..."

Barry Allen had developed the good habit of not asking Ian how outrageous his recipes were; he simply watched as Ian began rummaging through Batman's Batcave.

"Cuckoo~"

Ian's stomach let out a loud protest. He rubbed his rumbling belly as he rummaged through the bat cave like a starving ghost crawling out of hell.

"Has my dad still not woken up?" Ian was also concerned about Superman and Batman's situation. An hour had passed since Superman started touching Batman's pectoral muscles and wouldn't let go.

He guessed that his idealistic father had awakened some kind of idealistic ability again.

"He woke up once, but to save Bruce, he took the tools and transformed back into his current form." The Flash's response confirmed Ian's guess.

Barry Allen didn't want to say much about what tools Superman brought to rescue Bruce, as he felt Ian would be resistant and panicked by the fact that Batman had collected a lot of young boys' blood.

"Trust my dad, he can save anything." Ian decided to give his dad another boost of faith, unaware that the Flash was simultaneously feeling offended.

"..."

The Flash felt Ian was dissing him, as he often couldn't save everything in time. Under his watchful eye, Ian had already opened Batman's doomsday food storage warehouse.

There's absolutely no need to try the password.

Because you can just bite the door off and eat it.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +11]

Metallic substances in the physical world do not provide Ian with experience points for the [Savage Tyrant] class, but a small amount of experience points for the [Entropy Lord] class can be drawn from them.

Because the alloy devices here are quite special, although it's only an eleven-point increase in experience points, it's actually a very high experience point gain efficiency for metallic materials.

This is also why Ian doesn't usually like to chew on door panels. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't chew on the Heaven's Gate before, Ian felt that the experience points from that thing would definitely be plentiful.

Upon seeing the iron gate, they immediately gnawed a large hole in it.

The Flash genuinely believed Ian was hungry.

“I’m not worried about your father, I’m only worried about you… To be honest, Ian, is there any voice in your head talking to you?” Barry Allen watched Ian disappear into the food warehouse and begin to eat heartily, and he continued to ask cautiously.

Ian picked up a few boxes of compressed biscuits from the warehouse.

"I don't have a split personality, it's just that my super brain sometimes doesn't like to obey me," he mumbled as he stuffed a cookie into his mouth.

"That's actually normal. After all, I'm almost fifteen, and my brain is going through a rebellious phase." He continued to plunder Batman's food supplies.

[Detected and absorbed a deadly toxin; Barbarian Tyrant experience points +12]

From time to time.

Ian would then hear a system notification. Clearly, Batman's food supplies were sourced from Schrödinger; no one knew whether Batman had poisoned them until they consumed them.

This is typical of the man with the most severe persecution complex in Gotham. Ian doesn't care about toxins; he even actively seeks out chemical substances.

Inside the dangerous goods warehouse that "I don't know" was broken into, Ian scavenged a large quantity of various dangerous chemicals, but he used them all as a beverage to help him swallow compressed biscuits.

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +260]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +39]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +230]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +39]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +185]

……

【Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv11 [1750/10240]】

Ian took a sip of Sun Soup and a sip of Chemical Potion, and not only was he full and satisfied, but his experience points were also increasing rapidly. However, the digestion and absorption of Sun Soup were clearly not as good as that of Chemical Enhancement Potion.

He quickly reached his daily dose of sun soup saturation. Ian glanced at the unchanging sleeping ancient god in the cup, confident that this bowl of soup would be enough for him to drink until he grew up.

“There are so many chemicals, I have to take them whether I can or not.” Ian found quite a few Superman drugs, as well as other medications. He already knew that his cunning Uncle Bruce was lying when he said the powerful drugs were gone. Yes, Ian knew that Uncle Bruce had never told the truth before; it’s so easy to spot liars like him.

"If there's so much stock in just one Batcave, I can't even imagine what's in ten, a hundred, or a thousand Batcaves." Ian couldn't help but speculate and make connections while helping Uncle Bruce clear out the old stock—there must be a lot more stock elsewhere, and Batman's stuff is much more advanced than Luthor's.

You have upgraded.

【Savage Tyrant lv11 [1321/10240]】

Strength: 401-406

[Physical fitness: 419-422]

Intelligence: 40.7-40.8

[Spirit: 155-156]

As a beginner-level profession, the improvement it brings is not significant, but it's better than nothing. Ian knows that it won't be long before he can upgrade [Savage Tyrant] to [Merciless Conqueror].

Not in a hurry.

Take it easy.

Compared to other classes that become the ultimate class from the start, the advancement modes of [Savage Tyrant] and [Berserker] are not bad either, because they will receive a wave of extra benefits that the ultimate class does not have when they advance.

"I can't finish it, I simply can't finish it." Ian had overestimated his appetite and underestimated Batman's "fear of insufficient firepower" in various forms.

He didn't want to take everything with him, but if he missed this opportunity, who knew when he'd find another one? Packing up the unfinished potion, Ian walked out of Batman's warehouse.

"Do you want to take a few bites out of Bruce's vehicle too?" The Flash witnessed the whole thing from beginning to end, and his true Batman nature, the little black-hearted guy, might have been revealed once again here.

Unfortunately, Ian doesn't really like eating metal.

"I won't eat it. It's not nutritious, just pure junk food." Ian only ate the door earlier to save trouble. Who would eat a door if there were other high-value, high-nutrition foods available?
The boy looked at The Flash with the eyes one would give someone who's mentally ill.

"..."

The Flash eventually realized he couldn't keep up with Ian's train of thought. However, seeing Ian alive and well, and not possessed, the older, single hero breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I feel I have to confess that, due to my negligence, the contaminants on my body escaped from my body and entered yours when I wasn't paying attention."

The Flash isn't one to shy away from responsibility. He felt that although Ian seemed to be in good spirits, he still needed to be honest about the mess he had made.

The air was quiet for a second.

Ian did not show the anger or surprise he had expected.

"I knew it! It was Uncle Barry's gift!" The boy suddenly realized and patted Batman's forehead on the hospital bed.

He gradually figured out the situation and realized that his sudden awakening of a new profession was not a system benefit as he had previously thought, but rather a big gift from The Flash.

"grateful!"

Ian bowed deeply at a 36-degree angle.

"what?"

Barry was completely bewildered by Ian's reaction. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "So you're not only okay? You've also completely digested that source of contamination?"

The Flash couldn't help but recall the mysterious boy's plea for help in the dream. Now it seemed that the boy wasn't actually faking it. Superman and Batman's use of Ian's blood to fight the pollution was indeed a wise move.

This teenager is clearly more sinister than those sources of pollution.

"It's not completely digested, only 95 percent has been digested, and the remaining 5 percent is still being digested." Ian looked at the system panel in his mind.

[Additional Dimension] New data parsing progress: 95%.

This is much slower than the last time he digested the world fragments contained in the [Warcraft Titan], which is related to Ian not being strong enough, and also to the fact that the universe inside the Flash's body is probably quite large.

"That's just how we Kryptonians are." Seeing the Flash speechless, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, Ian preemptively sealed the deal, preventing the other from questioning his lineage.

"..."

What else could the Flash say? He glanced at Superman, who could hear other people's thoughts not far away, and could only convince himself that it was better to believe this explanation.

The Kent family is strange.

There's no way they might not be human at all.

The Flash decided to take this guess to his grave.

“Uncle Barry, we have to find a way to help my dad.” Ian, having eaten and drunk his fill and regained his strength, naturally wanted to find something to do. However, as he flipped through the skill list in his mind, he couldn't find any skills that could invade someone else's soul. The [Mutation Overlord] skill tree, though, did contain Professor X's abilities.

however.

This skill requires level 10 to learn.

"any solution?"

Looking at Ian's expression, Flash roughly guessed that Ian already had a plan in mind. He asked curiously, and the boy showed an eager expression.

"Perhaps you can take me into Batman's dream world, or you can become idealistic. Running anywhere is running, as long as you have a destination in your heart, you will definitely be able to reach it."

Ian attempts to modify The Flash.

Unfortunately, Barry Allen didn't seem to trust him much.

"Can the Speed ​​Force really do something like this?"

This guy actually looked suspicious and had no trust in Ian's "idealistic theory" whatsoever.

“Of course it can!” Ian began his earnest ploy, “The Speed ​​Force is one of the strongest forces in the universe! As long as you believe in it enough, it will never let the speedster down!”

His words carried an inspiring tone.

The Flash was deeply moved by Ian's words.

My blood is boiling.

I could even feel the Speed ​​Force surging within me.

“Then I’ll give it a try.” Barry Allen took a deep breath, assumed a starting position—then suddenly froze, his entire movement as if it had been paused.

"what happened?"

Ian tilted his head.

"Forehead……"

Barry's expression gradually became strange.

It was as if I had heard some incredible sound.

"I... am hallucinating again."

He hesitated for a moment before responding to Ian.

"Have you been contaminated again?" Ian asked, somewhat surprised. If it were anyone else who had been contaminated repeatedly, he would think that person was unlucky, but if it was The Flash, there was no need to be alarmed.

The fact that the Justice League members who are constantly getting banned is a testament to their high level of expertise.

“No, I haven’t been contaminated. I haven’t been invaded or contaminated by the outer universe.” Barry Allen didn’t want to be locked in the cage again, so he quickly denied it.

"It's the Speed ​​Force... it's talking to me."

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

His expression became even more complicated.

"what?"

This was somewhat unexpected by Ian.

"It said it couldn't do that kind of thing, and told me not to try it blindly, and not to be led astray by your influence..." The Flash looked at Ian with a look of shock.

In the hallucination he experienced after using the Speed ​​Force, he clearly felt the Speed ​​Force's fear of Ian. The youngest son of the Kent family even thought the Speed ​​Force was a strange thing!
"You believe in the Speed ​​Force but not me? The Speed ​​Force is such a morbid concept! Uncle Barry is really not that close to me!" Ian sighed, feeling quite frustrated.

Barry was taken aback by what he said.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

He is a speedster.

Of course we should believe in the Speed ​​Force.

"Perhaps we can try another approach."

Seeing that Ian seemed unwilling to give up, Barry Allen, who had been scolded by the Speed ​​Force, quickly looked into the distance. The dream detector that Batman had tried to use earlier gave him a sudden inspiration.

"Actually... Batman has already created a new dream-detecting machine. We can modify this machine slightly so that it can observe Bruce's dreams through Superman!"

This is the solution the Flash came up with after his Speed ​​Force flowed through his brain.

"Can it be done?"

Ian had some doubts about the Flash's practical skills. He remembered the inventions that the Flash and his team had made, and how each first attempt was as effective as Iron Man's initial inventions.

It's almost impossible to succeed at all.

"Of course!"

Barry Allen, seemingly brimming with confidence, declared, "Now that we have Superman as a 'converter,' all we need to do is get the machine to capture Superman's sensory signals!"

“Bruce’s previous failure stemmed from his desire to observe directly, while we only need to observe indirectly, and we’re sure to succeed.” The Flash felt he had come up with a method that Batman hadn’t considered before.

"I actually have a solution too."

Ian thought the Flash's idea was indeed correct, but he really didn't want to sit in the lab watching the movie. He wanted to participate personally so that he wouldn't lose the MVP honor.

Extraterrestrial invasion is his story!
"Let's try out my method first."

The Flash was a little worried that Ian would pull some kind of trick this time.

As he spoke, he used Batman's communication device to dial Star Labs' number and began gathering his scientist friends to brainstorm ideas.

For the next ten minutes, Barry Allen entered a dual mode of "speedster + scientist." He sped through the laboratory, modifying the dream-device.

This was the very instrument he had helped Bruce recreate, so he certainly knew it well. For this reason, Barry Allen listened to Cisco's vibrational wave theory while adjusting the energy frequency according to Caitlin's advice, and even took the time to call Dr. Wells to inquire about the possibility of using the Speed ​​Force as a "bridge."

Dr. Wells certainly knew, after all, he was Reverse-Flash disguised as the wheelchair-bound man, and he also possessed knowledge from the future, so his explanation made the Flash understand.

"So, Barry, what exactly happened on your end?" Dr. Wells asked casually, trying to get the specifics out of the Flash.

"There are some problems. Batman and Superman are..." Without any warning, the Flash, who trusted Dr. Wells a lot, was about to respond.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Ian snatched the communicator from the Flash's hand, and before Barry could react, the $3000 brand-new phone was casually stuffed into the Teen Evil God's mouth.

It wasn't eaten.

Instead, he moved to an extra dimension through his mouth, thus preventing Reverse-Flash from tracking him—he didn't expose Reverse-Flash mainly because he was afraid Reverse-Flash would escape.

It's most reassuring to have the enemy right under your nose. Ian hasn't forgotten his grudge against Reverse-Flash. The main reason he doesn't expose Reverse-Flash is that he wants to capture him to build a power plant.

Thor can generate electricity.

Reverse lightning, of course, can also do that.

"What are you doing?!"

The Flash stared in astonishment at his empty hands.

"I'm suddenly hungry again. I want to eat something and play on my phone." Ian smacked his lips and rubbed his stomach as he said this, which didn't make the Flash feel anything was wrong.

He actually thought Ian's behavior was quite normal.

This may be the reason for the boy's growing reputation.

"Luckily, I already have a general idea of ​​what to do." So, in the following days, Barry, who had no doubts and just felt that Ian's insatiable appetite would be impossible to support without a side job, started getting busy. With each adjustment, he became more and more involved, and the expression on his face gradually became excited.

"I believe we will succeed this time!"

Barry Allen said excitedly as he tightened the screws.

Ian sat on the sofa, watching the countdown in his mind—[New Data Analysis of Extra Dimensions 99.9% Complete]—while enjoying the Flash's busy performance. "Uncle Barry is so energetic..."

He sighed.

"Life is about challenges, and maybe I can do what even Bruce couldn't." The Flash harbors a secret ambition to be the undisputed star of the Justice League. Finally, after countless tweaks, tests, and more tweaks, the Flash excitedly announced that he had successfully created a new version of the Dream Detector.

"It's done! I'm done!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face beaming with a sense of accomplishment.

"Now, as long as we activate this machine, we can use Superman's senses to peer into Bruce's dreams!" The Flash took a deep breath and solemnly pressed the activation button.

"Om-"

The machine emitted a deep rumble, the screen lit up, and then...

"【Unauthorized Intrusion Detection】"

"[Explosion countdown: 10:00]"

The Flash: "???"

Before he could react...

0.01 seconds later.

"BOOM!!!!"

The entire laboratory was engulfed in a blinding white light. Fortunately, Ian reacted quickly, seizing the opportunity to rush forward and swallow the energy generated by the explosion, thus stopping the damage in time.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +198]

Berserker Experience +34

The smoke cleared.

Ian waited with practiced ease for his ruptured esophagus to repair itself before emptying his diaphragm, which was filled with billowing black smoke and radiation. Today, he was finally getting to eat something truly good.

Berserker Experience +3

Berserker Experience +3

Berserker Experience +3

……

Even after he had repaired himself, he could still continue to reap the benefits. Ian calmly extinguished the last flame with one hand, holding the fire extinguisher.

The Flash stood there, stunned.

He was not injured.

However, it was a major setback.

"As expected, Uncle Barry, you still don't understand Batman enough. Before he asked you to help him build the machine, you should have realized that even sending Batman's stuff to be recycled is considered an indiscriminate terrorist attack."

Ian sighed.

The words are serious and the heart is deep.

"..."

Barry slowly lowered his head.

Looking at the charred remains of the machine on the ground.

He looked up at Ian again.

His lips trembled.

"That can't be right. I watched him assemble the machine, and I even participated in it. How could he have planted the bomb behind my back... And who... who would install a tactical nuclear weapon in their own equipment?!"

The Flash frantically tugged at his hair, knowing that this was far beyond what could be described as cautious; even the word "madness" seemed a bit too mild when applied to Bruce.

“Don’t be discouraged, at least we’ve proven your modification ideas were correct—it’s just that Batman’s defenses are too outrageous.” Ian earnestly comforted the Flash.

"..."

The Flash didn't respond; he just slumped to the ground in despair.

You can even eat nuclear bombs?

His gaze toward Ian grew increasingly strange.

“This is what Ian, the Devourer of the Universe, is like.” Ian looked at his [Extra Dimension]. The new data had been analyzed and he had also sensed the changes in the Extra Dimension.

【Ding! 】

[Additional dimension data analysis complete!]

[The shattered universe has been completely absorbed!]

[World template loading!]

In Ian's mind.

The system notification tone sounded clearly.

next second.

He then felt the previously barren "extra dimension" within his body begin to vibrate violently—the earth undulated and stretched like ocean waves, and the sky seemed to be lifted upwards by an invisible hand.

The gray fog was torn away, revealing a brand new sky.

"Wow……"

Ian blinked.

Consciousness sinks into its own dimensional world.

"Why are you lying on the ground again! Did you eat too much?" The Flash noticed that Ian had suddenly leaned back and instinctively reached out to catch Ian as he landed on the back of his head.

"Bang~"

Strange things happened.

He couldn't touch Ian.

However, one could hear the sound of the back of Ian's head making intimate contact with the ground. This meant that Ian had already lost consciousness; otherwise, he would have been able to tell from that sound that he had a good brain.

"It's gotten so much bigger!"

Ian discovered that the world's scale had expanded from the size of Earth to the vastness of the solar system. Although the Earth was still flat and the heavens were round, there were now many more stars in the sky that could be landed on.

of course.

The changes to the earth are most noticeable; everything has changed. The once barren and cramped world is undergoing dramatic transformations at a visible pace.

The earth began to expand.

The sky is also rising.

What's most breathtaking is that modern cities are springing up across the expanded land! Skyscrapers of steel and concrete appear like a miracle on the horizon.

Neon lights flash, streets crisscross, and traffic tracks shuttle through the air. The high-tech buildings look like they were moved directly from another universe.

It stands in stark contrast to the surrounding forests, swamps, and ruins that have not yet fully integrated with the landscape. The original primeval jungle still exists, and a few trolls can still be seen wandering among the towering ancient trees. But now, a neat dividing line has suddenly appeared at the edge of this wild land, beyond which lies the steel jungle of a modern metropolis.

On one side is a primeval forest, entwined with vines and teeming with wild animals; on the other side is a steel jungle, brightly lit and bustling with traffic. The boundary appears unusually divisive.

It was as if two worlds had been forcibly stitched together, with distorted ripples from the spatial anomaly still lingering in the air. This scene truly terrified the trolls who were active on the edge of their original world.

"We've entered the secret realm!"

"That place must be a secret realm!"

"No! There are so many humans inside! It's terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"

The troll frantically burrowed back into the jungle. The newly loaded urban area was indeed bustling with people: office workers crammed onto the subway, baristas frothed milk, and couples kissed on park benches—everyone lived as usual, completely unaware that the land beneath their feet had been seamlessly integrated with the primeval jungle of another dimension.

Cognitive filtering.

This is a characteristic of dimensional compatibility.

Of course, not everyone was kept in the dark.

"Snapped!"

A cell phone that Ian had previously "eaten" fell from the sky and landed squarely on the head of Franklin Richards, who was looking around in a daze.

"hiss--"

The Omega-sized mutant kid covered his forehead, picked up his phone, and looked up at the sky with a twitching eye—where the sun was hanging, displaying a comical smile.

“How could there be such a dimensional demon in the DC Universe…” Franklin Richards stared at the sky, his eyes twitching. He could feel Ian’s gaze but could not see Ian.

After waking up.

The original maintainer of the mutant universe has discovered that his abilities have been suppressed. This is the effect of dimensional compatibility; he and his universe have become subservient to others.

"What exactly are you going to do to us?!" Franklin Richards was filled with fear and unease. He looked up at the sky and questioned the heavens, but those around him were unaware of him due to the influence of his power.

"Do you want to enslave us, or turn us into nourishment?"

Franklin Richards persisted in speaking.

There was no response from the sky.

at this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something rapidly approaching from the direction of the primeval forest—two separate legs, nothing above the knees, yet rushing toward the city at an astonishing speed.

"???"

Franklin Richards instinctively teleported to the boundary, raised his hand and released an invisible barrier to block the running legs. He used his own power to bind the two legs.

However, they were unable to completely suppress their power.

"No, what the hell is this?!" After being exposed to the Smiling Sun, Franklin Richards had become somewhat more accepting of the idea of ​​running legs.

He tried to turn his two dark legs into toys.

however.

The suppression of his abilities was too intense, and in the end, he could only watch as his dark legs broke free of their restraints and he ran off in the opposite direction into the primeval forest.

"Higher privileges than mine? A Speed ​​Force pet that Lord Ian has let run away?" Franklin Richards also obtained enough important information before the other party ran away.

Mr. Ian.

This is clearly the name of a dimensional demon god.

"What kind of demon would raise two legs and equip them with AJ sneakers?!" Just as Franklin Richards was wondering and trying to figure out what the dimensional demon was experimenting with.

“That’s a ‘wandering ghost’.” A soft female voice came from behind, and an elf emerged from the forest, picking glowing mushrooms around the area.

"Nobody knows where it came from, nobody knows what it wants to do."

"Some say they are lost souls from ancient legends, running forever because they can't stop until they exhaust their souls or find their lost backsides. Others say they are tools used by the Creator to measure the earth and monitor all living beings—in any case, they won't attack us, just don't touch them."

The elf, somewhat wary, gave Franklin a warning.

silence.

A long silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Franklin, who had been watching the elves picking mushrooms, finally found his voice and asked, "Excuse me, but why do you elves speak Chinese?"

His tone was strange, and there was an indescribable complex emotion in it.

"What do you mean by Chinese? That's the oldest Elvish language." The elf looked at Franklin with confusion and suspicion. "You're speaking Orcish now."

Her words made Franklin's expression even more interesting. Franklin looked into the distance and saw a group of orcs spying in the forest, speaking English with an Australian accent.

And on the other side.

Several trolls were huddled together for warmth.

He was speaking gibberish in Japanese.

Everything seemed so natural, yet incredibly incongruous. At that moment, the highly intelligent Franklin understood, and he looked once again at the smiling sun in the sky.

"The dimensional demon here must have limited knowledge! He must be semi-illiterate...that's why there's no language system of his own in his dimension!"

As soon as these words came out.

The voice just fell.

The sky suddenly changed color.

Thunder roared across the sky.

The sun's smiling face instantly turned into a scorching red. Thunderclouds surged, and lightning flashed like mad snakes through the clouds, making the air in the entire dimension scorched.

"Don't disturb the Creator! The language the Creator gave us is very useful! We can learn it automatically from birth!" The elf hurriedly grabbed Franklin. She was half a body taller than Franklin, but she couldn't force him to kneel down.

"Apologize quickly! Praise the Creator for ten minutes, and He will forgive you!" the elf began to persuade Franklin, who simply straightened his little back in defiance.

of course.

His back didn't stay straight for long.

"Ha, you want me to apologize? I'm Franklin Richards! Even if the Living Tribunal came!" He wanted to brag, but before he could finish his sentence, he saw the sun grow 108 hands.

Yes, one hundred and eight giant, golden hands emerged from the clouds, each holding a bolt of lightning powerful enough to shatter a planet, all aimed at his waist.

"..."

The air froze for a second.

Feeling that each bolt of lightning could seal away a portion of his power, Franklin instantly knelt down, raised his hands high, and offered the gold beneath his knees.

"Forgive me, I'm still a child."

He attempted to salvage the situation.

"The Creator also says that He is a child."

The elf reminded Franklin that magic could not destroy magic here.

"..."

Franklin was speechless. Seeing that the sun was about to unleash its thunder, he quickly had a flash of inspiration and began to praise, "Great Creator Ian! Your dimensional world is so exquisite! The art of piecing together your unique aesthetic! The diversity of languages ​​proves your wisdom of drawing on the best of everything!"

"Even those two legs that can run demonstrate your profound understanding of the multiverse!" So many years of wandering have also worn down Franklin's rebellious spirit.

He wasn't just saving himself.

It was still trying to save its own universe from being swallowed up. After a long, ten-minute monologue, the thunderclouds finally began to dissipate, and the sun's expression changed from anger to "barely satisfied." The sky finally returned to calm, the sun reverted to its comical grin, and its 108 hands retracted, even giving an "OK" sign before leaving.

"Whoo~"

Franklin wiped the sweat from his face with his little hands.

"As a newly born human race, you still need to figure out the Creator's preferences more. How about trying this? Chicken-flavored mushrooms are quite rare!"

"And that too—the red umbrella mushroom that smells like stewed meat! Only three gold coins." The elf enthusiastically promoted his find to Franklin.

"Three gold coins?"

Franklin's expression gradually shifted from shock to numbness. He saw that the other person had even opened a coconut and produced pork chop rice. It was hard to imagine what kind of bizarre world this was.

"Yes, gold coins are the currency used by all races. You need to pray to the Creator every day. You can get one gold coin by praying for half an hour, while fanatics can get two."

"The orcs have a lot of fanatics, and they're very rich," the elf said with a hint of envy. Her words silenced Franklin, who was full of conspiracy theories.

Can dimensional demons still extract faith in this way?

The Marvel creator felt he had stumbled upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

"Hey! You sucked us into your dimension, so you should come out and talk to me, right?!" Franklin looked up at the sky again, but he found that he could no longer sense the will of the dimensional demon.

The young evil god, who was also just a child, had indeed left. Ian had other things to do, and after sorting out his gains, he immediately sprang to his feet.

"No, you're only going to sleep for one minute this time?"

The Flash was so frightened that he stepped back.

The main problem was that Ian's sudden leap was too unexpected.

It hit the ceiling in one go.

“Although it was only for a minute, I’m different now. I’ve transitioned from infancy to adolescence, and I’m incredibly powerful.” Ian landed on the ground from the ceiling. Having received new dimensional data and unlocked many of the dimensional demons’ authority, he knew he had officially become a new dimensional demon.

“Now… no, my vocabulary isn’t that limited. I just used the word ‘now.’ I need to use ‘now now.’ Now I have a way to get into Uncle Bruce’s brain.” Ian’s tone was full of confidence, and his performance made the Flash’s pupils dilate slightly.

"How to get in?"

The Flash couldn't help but wonder if the boy in front of him was so strange that he could "evolve" any ability simply by lying on the ground and thinking about what ability he needed.

“Of course, we’ll use the most traditional method.” Ian looked at Bruce, and then a blurry and profound phantom began to appear, which was one of the most basic powers of the Dimensional Demon God.

[Dimensional Projection: Allows the projection of a portion of one's own dimension into the real world, automatically overriding dimensional rules within the projection area.] Almost all dimensional demons possess this ability. Ian summoned his own dimensional projection precisely because he intended to use it to perform what all dimensional demons do.

"Dimensional erosion!"

As he focused his mind, the phantom began to expand and extend, enveloping his body like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, Ian, enveloped by his own dimensional projection, transformed into a tide along with his physical body, surging into the universe contained within Batman's body.

"Is this the absurdity of idealism? Where is tradition?" The Flash stared in disbelief, and the next second, Ian's figure completely vanished from reality.

The dimensional demon launched an invasion and contamination against another dimension.

After Ian's successful intrusion.

Beneath his feet lay cracked, black earth, and the sky a sickly dark red. Dimensional phantoms swirled around him, like a flowing layer of black-gold light, slowly dispelling and reshaping the surrounding space. His presence was like a ray of light from a higher dimension, illuminating this dark and decaying world.

"Oh my god! Dad really couldn't resist attacking Batman! What is he doing!?"

Ian's gaze pierced through the desolate and ruined world, fixed on the edge of this shattered dimension, where he saw a strange space enveloped in golden light.

The story of a threesome is unfolding in this space.

However, Superman did not team up with Batman.

I saw.

Ian's pupils reflected a scene that was truly unexpected. In the golden space, Clark was working together with a man clad in golden armor.

"Don't move! Bruce! Don't struggle! Relax!" Clark and the armored man were scrambling to pin the frantically struggling Bruce Wayne down onto... a very flashy-looking golden toilet.

(End of this chapter)