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

Chapter 160 New Skill! Cosmic Overlord!

In hell, the blood moon hangs high in the sky.

No one noticed Ian's departure.

Even in hell, Ian's heart remained with his family; that's the bond of family. After deciding on Jordan's birthday gift, he quietly embarked on his Marvel journey amidst the echoing chimes.

The process of time travel was no different from usual, except for a few extra steps. After all, Ian's system couldn't forget that he had a new profession to settle accounts for.

【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.

This is Ian's [Mutation Overlord] class talent skill, which is settled daily. Ian's consciousness was floating in the chaos of the journey when he suddenly heard the system's notification sound.

[Experience points for the Mutant Overlord have been calculated.]

Based on the current vitality of your allies, you gain +9 Mutant Overlord experience points.

[You have leveled up, gaining 1 job skill point and 1 more available companion.]

Strength: 622-638

[Physical fitness: 864-872]

Intelligence: 60.7-71.4

[Spirit: 333-350]

Half asleep and half awake.

Ian has received another small boost. Anyone who has ever cheated knows that this is how cheating works; you can become stronger than before without even realizing it.

Judging from the numbers alone, Ian is now roughly equivalent to 1.8 to 2 Wonder Women, and has already reached the level of charisma expected of a top-tier superhero on Earth.

Although not as powerful as some other superheroes, Ian's stats are still quite impressive, considering that superheroes his age usually focus on leveling up.

Speaking of development.

The [Mutation Overlord] class is really good. Although the increase in other attributes is not much, the increase in the [Intelligence] attribute is highly favored by Ian.

"My mind works like lightning, allowing me to come up with even more classic stories in a second." Ian never forgets his original intention, even in situations like this.

He truly loves creating.

He also knew that his book, "Gotham: The Years Bruce Wayne's Dad Was a King in Hell," would be a huge hit in the world of Gotham, and the name alone would be worth the price of admission.

Not to mention, Ian also planted a profound mystery in the story about whether the four legs left in the alley can reunite after only two legs leave when six legs enter the alley.

Even if the box office doesn't explode, Wayne will still make the theaters explode. In any case, this masterpiece is bound to be a hit, and Ian's ass is firmly in the top spot among DC directors.

【Mutant Overlord lv2 [1/20]】

Ian leveled up in just one day with his new profession, and he felt he should consider bestowing new slots as well, but he hadn't yet thought of a suitable candidate.

It's not that Ian values ​​the character of his followers, but the only demanding condition for someone to become his follower is that they must first fall in love with him. If they don't love him, what right do they have to be his follower?

You can't only love your God when there are benefits to it!

“Let me see what new skills this profession offers.” Ever since Ian’s last journey through the Marvel Universe, his travels have involved a process of “crossing” the void.

He was a little bored.

So he also chose to check the skill tree for the new class. After all, Ian doesn't particularly like hoarding skill points; for other classes, hoarding skill points is mainly because he wants to upgrade some high-value skills.

[Life Reshaping: The Mutant Overlord contains a "Seed of Mutation" within its body, which can transform its own cell samples into "Mutant Seeds". After being implanted into the target life, the target will undergo a harmless "mutation" and gain temporary mutation abilities granted by the mutant seed before the mutant seed withers.]

Before you, other people's bodies are merely vessels for cultivating your genes.

[Apocalypse: Releases accumulated "mutated energy" within the body, creating a gene-level collapse storm that devastates all non-mutated life forms within range, forcing their genetic structure to collapse, plunging them into excruciating pain, loss of control, and death. For mutants, it causes a "mutation backlash," causing their power to spiral out of control and ultimately explode.]

The old world must be destroyed so that new life can be born.

【Reverse Evolution Ray: The Mutant Overlord can release a "Reverse Evolution Ray" from its eyes. After irradiating the target, it forces the target's gene sequence to degenerate into a "primitive form" or "young form", causing the target's strength, intelligence, senses, and even appearance to degenerate. The degree of degeneration depends on the target's mutation level and the duration of the ray.

This skill is highly effective against mutants, superhumans, demons, angels, and artificial life forms. However, it may cause ordinary humans to regress to more primitive biological forms, such as beasts or reptiles—evolution is the glory you bestow, regression is the punishment you inflict.

……

There are still quite a few skills that can be learned.

【Mutation Overlord】is, after all, an ultimate class. Among its class skills, it also possesses the ultimate skill that allows one to transform into the mythical form of 【Mutation God】.

The description states that it allows one to extract all the perfect genes within their own body, becoming the most perfect life form in the world; it is a skill that can only be learned at a high level.

Ian saw it and was envious, so he pretended that he hadn't seen it before, and his mood gradually calmed down. He had mastered the skill of "pretending".

Perhaps Ian will even include it in his personal profile after graduation.

"I've decided on you!" Ian didn't hesitate for long and immediately chose the [Reverse Evolution Ray] ability. He remembered that his professional skills were complementary, not incompatible.

This skill was practically tailor-made for him. After all, a qualified evil god should have the magical ability to turn someone back into a monkey with just a glare.

As Ian selected a skill, his body began to mutate, and ancient genetic patterns appeared on the surface of his eyeballs, like the imprints left when the first life was born millions of years ago.

The most astonishing change occurred in the power contained deep within his eyes. His eyes, which originally contained two miniature stars, were now infused with a new law that would not conflict with the laws of the sun.

In fact.

Just as Ian had predicted, the two laws were perfectly compatible. Once, that tiny star warmly illuminated all things, like the first ray of light at the origin of life. It had the power to nourish all things, and also the power to punish them. But now, the sun's power was no longer merely about bestowal and punishment.

It has a brand new power.

That was the power that judged whether all things were worthy of their level of life—in Ian's pupils, the stars burned even more intensely, and his golden eyes took on a sinister red hue.

Like clouds and mist.

It flows deep within the eyes.

Ian could clearly sense that any life form, once he gazed upon it, could be reverted to its original form and forced to relive the evolutionary journey that would take billions of years to complete.

Sunshine can bring warmth.

But from then on...

It can not only be excessively warm, but also release the "winter" of life. This is by no means a simple synergy of one plus one equals two, but rather an intertwining that forms a brand new authority.

The true power to determine the fate of life.

"Uncle Bruce's wish to call me uncle has a greater chance of success again, after all, one glare from me and he will revert to his tadpole form!"

Ian always had a wise approach to using his skills. He didn't want to turn others into Yuanmou Man or Upper Cave Man. As a young evil god, he preferred to catch tadpoles to play with.

After all, no young boy can resist the game of catching tadpoles.

"Well, that's not all. If Jordan and Jonathan are willing to return to their eight-year-old selves, I will be the true eldest son of the Kent family!" Ian felt that his parents were already exhausted from raising their children, so they would definitely not agree with his idea. However, this did not stop him from revealing his huge ambition to the void.

Perhaps even nothingness was shaken by the ambition of the evil god.

next second.

Ian felt a warm tremor around him. He had crossed the void and returned to the Marvel Universe. His eyes felt the light, and Ian, still feeling excited, found himself standing in a huge alloy room.

"call--!"

Ian had been in Hell for too long, inhaling the sulfurous fumes for so long, that he longed for the odorless air and wanted to breathe the fresh air of another world.

however.

Between deep breaths through the nose.

He only smelled the scent of technology.

"Cough cough cough!!" Just as Mr. Ian's mouth could taste the Kowloon Elixir, his nose was also adept at tasting the air. He inhaled the air, which contained technological oxygen produced by an oxygen generator.

There's also the metallic smell unique to air conditioners with internal circulation cooling.

"Where have I been sent this time?" Ian rubbed his nose and looked around. The room was spacious, clean, and sterile. He was standing in a huge alloy room with smooth walls that could be used as mirrors, a ceiling that emitted a soft, cold light, and a floor made of some kind of shock-absorbing material.

"A laboratory? A prison? Or some evil organization's secret base?" Ian was still speculating, rubbing his hands together, when the alloy door of the room suddenly slid open with a "whoosh".

Gwen Stacy walked in, carrying a spray bottle. The room was freezing, and the floor was shaking, so she swayed as she wore a thick down jacket.

“Gwen, tell me quickly, am I the most taciturn one among this batch of newcomers?” Ian was clearly still not completely detached from the storyline of the “shooting”.

He was simply feeling the ground tremble when, on a whim, he quipped with humor and casually expressed his expectation. However, that one sentence immediately caused Gwen Stacy's originally delicate features to contort slightly.

"??????"

She really didn't want to know what Ian was talking about, but unfortunately, she hated herself for understanding so quickly. "I think you should have used a more normal opening line to greet me."

“For example, ‘Good afternoon,’ ‘Have you eaten?’ or ‘How have you been?’ or ‘How are you doing?’” Gwen remained silent for a long time before trying to teach Ian how to be more human-like.

Yes.

She often felt that Ian was a fake.

"I don't need to ask to know you've eaten, because your mouth smells of toothpaste and pizza. It's clear you still love pizza."

Ian showed off his super sense of smell.

It would have been better if he hadn't said that; as soon as he did, Gwen's expression immediately turned somewhat angry.

"You dare mention pizza? How dare you mention pizza! The pizza you ordered before you disappeared last time, we ate at the Sanctuary for half a month and still couldn't finish it!"

As she spoke, she pointed resentfully towards the door. Hundreds of pizza boxes were placed next to the trash cans in the metal corridor, showing that these superheroes were really trying their best to eat.

"Why didn't you save it for me?" Ian wasn't surprised by Gwen's mention of half a month. He had already noticed this before. Time in the Marvel universe was passing faster as he became stronger. From the previous one-to-one ratio between the Marvel Universe and the DC Universe, now 12 hours in the DC Universe would take 12 days in the Marvel Universe.

There are currently no clues to explain why this happened, but if something exists, it must have a reason. It would be too much of a burden on our super brains to try to figure out every problem.

Ian cherishes it, so he doesn't usually use it easily.

“There are still a few hundred boxes in the fridge. Go ahead, I’ll watch you eat.” Gwen said, trying to lead Ian the way, but Ian, who sometimes didn’t like eating leftovers, didn’t budge.

"Half a month, and it's already stretched to a stringy consistency. I'm not talking about cheese stretching, but rather the stretching caused by microbial fermentation." Ian felt that Gwen definitely had some stereotypes about him.

Evil gods and scavengers are completely different things.

"Ugh~"

Gwen gagged a few times after hearing Ian's description.

"Where is this place? Is this your new base?" Ian tried to change the subject. He had read parenting books and knew how to alleviate a girl's morning sickness.

“No, this is Rescuer One… Tony really is a prophet.” Gwen gave Ian a strange look and said something that left everyone puzzled.

"what's the situation?"

Ian blinked, his eyes slightly clear. Gwen didn't answer directly, but instead walked to the wall of the alloy room and pressed a hidden switch on the wall.

"Crack——!"

The previously sealed alloy wall suddenly cracked open, then slid open to both sides, revealing a huge viewing window. Outside the window was the vast and boundless universe.

A dazzling nebula slowly rotated in the darkness, distant stars emitted a cold and distant light, while closer by, many meteorites spun and flew past the window.

"We are on our way to rescue Odin, the king of the gods."

Gwen explained.

"What does this have to do with the new Tony being so prescient?" Ian walked out of the long window to admire the view, only to see Gwen spraying herself with a spray bottle.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Do you know this is paid content?" Ian was soaked from the spray, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but protest in a "coy" manner.

"Disinfecting, I'm disinfecting you. We can't afford to get sick in space." Gwen said seriously, spraying the entire large spray bottle, only to find that Ian seemed even more eager to continue than she was.

"It's okay, medical insurance won't cover it for you. If you get sick, I'll treat you. I'm the best at treating illnesses." Ian thought the disinfectant was alright; at least it removed a lot of the hellish sulfur smell from his body.

He was certainly not the kind of boy who liked getting wet, and Gwen still disinfected him, but only to use the disinfectant as perfume to cover up his hellish thug aura.

This is a white tradition, and it works well.

"You knew I'd be here all along?" Ian accepted Gwen's service and even slipped her a ten-dollar tip, leaving Gwen, who had been planning to play a prank on Ian, completely bewildered.

"..."

She found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to keep up with the other person's train of thought. After composing herself, the somewhat helpless girl finally answered Ian's question.

"This answers your previous question. Yes, we knew you would be here because Tony is incredibly prescient. He used the Stark supercomputing array to calculate the pattern of your appearances and then pinpointed the 36 possible locations where you would appear this time."

"and then?"

“Then, he cut out all the space on Earth for those thirty-six locations and stuffed it into this room,” Gwen answered Ian’s follow-up question.

"????"

This time it was Ian's turn to be stunned.

"Can this still happen?"

He hadn't expected Earth's technology to have evolved to such an extent. However, after touching his pocket and feeling the black box, Ian thought that having such technological means wasn't entirely unacceptable.

Marvel, you know.

Earth's technology fluctuates wildly.

Everyone understands.

This is also a Marvel tradition.

"I don't really understand the principles either, but it's related to the Kamar-Taj Library opened by Doctor Strange, and the Asgardian rune technology that Thor opened up in his eagerness to save his father." As a high school girl who hasn't gone to college yet, Gwen, even with fragments of memories from the apocalypse, is still a tech novice like Ian.

She pointed around and said, "This room is actually made up of thirty-six 'space blocks,' and each block represents a possible location for you to appear."

Although the explanation was not detailed, it was easy to understand, which left Ian, whose scientific knowledge was on par with Gwen's, speechless. After wiping the disinfectant off his face, he couldn't help but complain.

"Using a bunch of stacked blocks to block my respawn, what kind of Marvel version of 'Minecraft' is this? I'm not a villager or a zombie that drops materials."

Ian didn't feel nervous about having his weakness exposed; he was just indignant. "Even in my world, I should be the protagonist, Steve!"

The boy still cares a lot about things like world recognition and social standing.

“Steve? Steve’s outside piloting the spaceship.” Gwen pointed outside the room upon hearing this, and seeing Ian walk out, she immediately followed in his footsteps. After passing through a long, technologically advanced corridor, the automatic sensor doors slid open with a “whoosh,” and they arrived at the cockpit at the front of the spaceship.

Inside the cabin, Tony Stark's ghostly image hovered in the center. Upon seeing Ian, a familiar, slightly gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, Sleeping Beauty has woken up?"

This is true anthropomorphism; the new Tony teacher has actually learned to joke and make fun of people. Ian glanced at him thoughtfully, then looked around.

Thor was sprawled out on the chair next to him, fast asleep, an empty beer can clutched in his hand, and several pizza boxes piled at his feet. Meanwhile, in the pilot's seat, Captain America, Steve Rogers, gripped the control stick, his face serious and focused as he piloted the spaceship.

"Let me drive it. I've wanted to drive a spaceship for ages."

Ian's hands are itching.

Steve Rogers, however, remained unmoved.

"No way, how dare you let this guy pilot the spaceship? He's a complete noob! Let me do it! I'm the expert!" Ian's request was not met, so he turned into a tattletale.

That's what top students are like.

Ian immediately started complaining to the new Tony teacher.

"Flying a spaceship is the same as flying a plane. I've flown planes, so of course I'm good at flying spaceships. I'm a veteran pilot. Who remembers how many Nazis I shot down during World War II?"

Steve didn't turn his head, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

"You didn't mention a single word about the time you crashed your plane into a ditch and slept for decades?" Ian, who was good at finding tricky angles, immediately retorted.

As soon as these words came out.

The cockpit fell silent instantly.

Steve's body visibly stiffened, then his ears turned bright red at a visible speed, and his neck flushed crimson. He abruptly turned his head to look at Ian.

His guilty look was exactly like someone whose dark past had been exposed.

"That, that's all Red Skull's fault! Mr. Ian Kent, how can you slander me like this! ...Can a plane crash be considered a technical problem?"

"That could only be considered a strategic forced landing at best!"

Steve's voice was deliberately emphasized. As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, until finally he simply lowered his head and muttered, "You guys just don't understand what tactics and contingencies are."

Then came a series of incomprehensible phrases, such as "Hydra plot," "harsh Arctic climate," and "the super soldier serum does not prevent freezing."

Ian burst into laughter, almost rolling around on the floor of the cabin. His laughter filled the cabin with a cheerful atmosphere, like adding a touch of lightheartedness to this interstellar journey.

"I definitely won't crash this time!" Captain America Steve was incredibly excited. Fortunately, Ian didn't torture him any further. The unpredictable young man no longer wanted to fly the spaceship.

He wanted to save his first time for the Kryptonian spaceship his father owned.

“Space…the final frontier…” After laughing enough, Ian looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, then suddenly cleared his throat and put on a serious expression.

As he spoke, Ian even raised his hand and spread his fingers apart. After finishing, he looked around expectantly, waiting for everyone's reaction, but no one understood his humor.

Tony: "?"

Gwen: "??"

Steve: "Are you chanting some kind of spell?"

Thor rolled over in his sleep and mumbled, "Another one..."

In this regard.

What other reaction could Ian possibly have?

Ian: "..."

He felt that he must be the least prestigious evil god, because when he tried to be funny, no one listened, which made him feel that he had lost face as an evil god.

“Don’t you guys have a childhood?!” Star Trek! The classic opening line! Ian shouted indignantly, plopping down in the comfortable co-pilot’s seat of the spaceship.

Everyone looked at each other.

"I am not human, so I probably did not have a childhood."

The new Tony teacher's tone was very sincere.

"Did you know that 80% of the guys who like this movie won't find a girlfriend before college?" Gwen reminded Ian in a fact-based manner.

"When I was a kid, I watched movies like 'Grand Illusion,' 'The Rules of the Game,' 'All Quiet on the Western Front,' and 'Top Gun.' Oh, and my favorite movies were 'Gone with the Wind' and 'The Wizard of Oz.'"

The issue between Captain America and Ian wasn't just a generation gap; they were from two different centuries. Ian gave up completely, rolling his eyes resentfully in his seat.

"Call me when you get there."

He closed his eyes.

Gwen looked at him.

"You want to sleep?"

She didn't know why she secretly took out the crayons.

“No.” Ian crossed his hands behind his head, his eyes peering through his eyelids at the restless Gwen. “I’m going to build my mind palace.”

He is truly building a mental palace.

"Mind palace? Like Sherlock Holmes?" Gwen blinked, finally finding common ground with Ian. Like Doctor Strange, she loved reading Sherlock Holmes stories.

"Hmm, don't underestimate me, I really have this ability." Ian's consciousness sank into his own mental world, and he began to build his mental palace like he was playing SimCity.

In this grand city of thought, the buildings on both sides of the street are composed of various fragments of memory—on the left is the "Protein Powder Formula Museum," and on the right is the "How to Cook Instant Noodles with Holy Water Laboratory."

In the distance, there is also a "Hell Economics Data Center" under construction.

This is Ian's world of contribution thinking.

Useful information can be stored everywhere. If he hadn't been unable to find a way, Ian would have even wanted to bring in the library of heaven. Just as he was immersed in the construction of his mind palace...

“Master Ian also wants his own library.” Ian pushed open the door of a Baroque-style library, inside which countless bookshelves were neatly arranged.

“Now it’s time to store the knowledge we’ve brought from Google.” He snapped his fingers, and countless points of light flew out of his mind, transforming into gold-embossed books that landed on the bookshelf.

Postpartum care for sows

How to Tame an Elephant with a Toothpick

200 Possible Reasons Why Mosquitoes Burp

How Humans Play the Piano with Their Toes: From Basics to Mastery

Why Humans Can't Live Slowly Like Sloths

An Introduction to Quantum Mechanics for Dogs: Understanding Schrödinger's Dog

How to Train Your Nose Hairs for Artistic Creation

……

These are all pieces of knowledge that Ian recently memorized from Google. Now that they're stored in his mental palace, he can selectively forget them and then use his brain capacity to transfer new knowledge.

He's really getting into the world of ideas.

Sudden.

The real-life Thor suddenly woke up.

What are you doing in my head?!

Thor sprang up from his seat, his blond hair standing on end, making him look like a ruffled lion cat. He pointed tremblingly at Ian, who was still resting with his eyes closed.

"This evil god is corrupting my mind!"

Thor's voice was trembling with tears.

"I'm building a mental palace."

Ian slowly opened his eyes, looking at Thor with a puzzled expression.

"Then why don't you build it in your own head?!"

Thor was trembling, not only from fear, but also because he discovered that his brain had been filled with a lot of profound and useless knowledge out of thin air.

“Every inch of space in the Evil God’s brain is precious, his scalp is even more valuable than Manhattan land. We’ll use yours first, we’ll use yours first, it’s a blessing for you.”

Ian's grand principles were brought up again. Hearing this, Steve and Gwen shrank back in unison, secretly relieved that they hadn't been targeted by the evil god.

"No! That won't do!"

Thor was so anxious he kept pacing around in circles.

"Doctor Strange has a good brain! You can use Doctor Strange's brain! You can just stuff some aphrodisiacs into my brain, or you can stuff more recipes into it."

Thor is clearly dreaming.

"Don't worry." Ian smiled kindly. The attractive erotic images were worth having in his super brain, so he didn't agree to Thor's request.

“I will bestow my blessings equally upon all of you, and you will all become part of the ‘learned’ community.” To be honest, Ian really coveted the Library of Heaven, so he planned to link the brains of all believers to build a library of evil gods.

"I'm warning you!" Thor swung his hammer, crackling with electricity. He clearly didn't understand Ian's grand ambitions, so he threatened him in an extremely annoyed tone.

"If you dare to defile my brain again, I'll smash it!" He pointed Thor's hammer at his temple, a threat that was truly unprecedented and unparalleled.

"????"

Ian glanced at Thor several times. Sure enough, he still had to save Dr. Hannibal. Even a psychiatrist like himself was somewhat powerless against a mental patient of this caliber.

It was in this delicate atmosphere.

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from outside, and a piercing alarm sounded in the cockpit.

"There is a situation!"

Steve, who had intended to take a sip of water to calm his nerves, suddenly turned around and rushed to the cockpit.

"Aliens!" Steve exclaimed, staring at the radar. "There's an alien spaceship outside!"

"You're not smart enough, no wonder the evil god doesn't like your brain."

Thor stormed to the window.

"Is it possible that I am an alien, and this isn't the first time you've done this? Wait!"

His expression suddenly froze.

He immediately flew into a rage.

"That's it! This is the ship that hit me!"

Thor was furious when he found the "culprit ship." Before anyone could react, Thor had already slammed through the corridor, arrived at the hatch, and burst out of the hatch.

Seeing this, Ian quickly followed.

"You want to help me?"

Thor, floating in space, asked unexpectedly.

“No.” Ian pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds. They hadn’t been flash-frozen in space. Don’t ask why; it’s because Ian’s biofield appears during flight.

"I just love watching plays."

The honest evil god lightly munches on sunflower seeds.

"As expected, I knew you weren't so kind. But I can get my revenge myself. Watch me crack this walnut!" Thor angrily swung his hammer and summoned lightning.

"Crack walnuts, crack walnuts, crack walnuts."

Using his chef-style aiming technique, a thick bolt of lightning struck the strangely shaped spaceship, hitting it squarely. The lightning he summoned slammed into the spaceship.

"Boom~"

After the spaceship was hit.

It went out of control in an instant.

It crashed into the planet below.

Just as it was about to crash, a masked person poked their head out of the spaceship and fired two guns at Ian and Thor.

Bullets whistled through the air.

Feeling inferior, Thor once again covered his head and ran away.

Ian immediately reached out his hand.

He began practicing catching bullets.

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. [Student] Job Experience +1]

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. [Student] Job Experience +1]

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. [Student] Job Experience +1]

……

This round of practice was bound to result in a perfect catch, after all, Ian can mimic 368 hands, and his attribute values ​​are no longer what they used to be.

Actually.

If the opponent hadn't fired super laser bullets, which were somewhat challenging, Ian might not have been able to gain experience points. Just as Ian was about to shout in the silent space, "Who else is there?"

“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”

A burst of intense artillery fire erupted. A massive rocket-powered brown bear leaped from the crashing spaceship, carrying a mortar, and unleashed a volley of three hundred shots in Ian's direction!
Three hundred shells roared in.

"Damn it! These are Kree Empire cannonballs!"

Thor was terrified.

"It's alright, Master Ian will take care of it!"

Ian was not flustered at all. The enemy only had three hundred shells. He had mimicked three hundred and sixty-eight hands and was able to handle them with ease. His advantage was that he could not only grab at the same time.

The freed-up 68 hands can still be used as an atmosphere-building group to clap enthusiastically.

"Emperor of All Laws! Super Evil God! You are truly amazing!"

Thor's attitude changed instantly. He frantically hid behind Ian, trying to conceal his large belly behind Ian's small body.

Artillery fire streaked across the vacuum of space.

Approaching in an instant.

Ian acted immediately, multitasking and not missing a single shell. He caught all the shells steadily, but that didn't mean the unexpected wouldn't happen.

"Damn it! I can't finish this! I simply can't finish it all!"

Only after belatedly realizing this did Ian grab the cannonball and realize that he might be able to mimic many hands, but unfortunately he still only had one mouth that could take in a maximum of two cannonballs at a time.

The speed of three hundred hands is far faster than the speed of his mouth.

The consequences of this awkward situation were obvious: before the eighteenth shell could be swallowed, the other shells exploded directly in his hand.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Ian has been trying very hard to consume the explosive energy.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +21]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +23]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +26]

……

Unfortunately, his mouth was still too small, and some remnants of the explosion still destroyed their spaceship's engine system, causing their spaceship to plummet towards the planet below, billowing smoke.

Thor was blown away by the blast wave.

Fortunately, Ian grabbed him by the top of his head, preventing him from getting lost in the turbulent waters.

"Gwen! Steve! New Tony! Don't panic! I'm a professional at saving spaceships! It's a family skill!" Ian risked his family's honor to begin the rescue.

He yelled and kicked off with both legs, creating a sonic boom in the vacuum, and plunged down with Thor and half of the spaceship toward the yellowish-brown planet below.

Flight plus teleportation.

high speed.

How to describe it—he could grab that bowl of spicy soup with lightning speed. Thor's skull was being squeezed so hard his eyes rolled back, and he protested incoherently.

"Let...let go of my head..."

The distorted face wasn't from pain, but from a genuine feeling of ascending to heaven.

"Stop messing around, we're in a hurry!" Ian relaxed a little, then pushed off with his legs again, suddenly increasing his speed and rushing into the planet's atmosphere.

The high temperature generated by the friction caused their figures to leave long trails of fire, looking from a distance like a falling meteor—except that part of this meteor would be cursing and swearing.

"This is the power of family-inherited craftsmanship!"

Ian had already caught his own spaceship in the atmosphere, leaving him with plenty of room for error, while the other offending spaceship had crashed somewhere on the planet, its location unknown.

This is not something Ian cares about.

He defended the Superman family's pick-up rate.

This deserves praise.

"I'm so awesome!"

Those who don't engage in self-destructive behavior know how to provide themselves with emotional value. Ian steadily landed the spaceship on the planet's surface, throwing it down when his feet were still a few centimeters from the ground. There was no other way; once his feet touched the ground, Ian would automatically lose his bio-field.

"We still crashed!"

Thor was also casually tossed to the ground by Ian. His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself, "My brain... I feel like you've squashed my brain..."

This is clearly just scaring yourself.

That's just how timid, cowardly, and insecure Thor is. Ian ignored him, turned around, and tore open the hatch. Gwen and Steve, covered in dust, crawled out.

"Welcome to the new world."

Ian tried to lighten the mood.

"No, what are you doing?"

Gwen's face was covered in dust, and her hair was a mess.

“It’s all Thor’s fault. Make him pay you back and get your hair done again when you get back.” Ian didn’t shirk responsibility; their stranding on this planet was indeed due to Thor’s recklessness.

"Here you go! Pay up, pay up!"

Thor knew he was in the wrong, so he pulled out a large bag of gold coins and threw it to Gwen. Gwen was about to yell at him, but her expression quickly softened.

no way.

The landlord's foolish son is really too generous.

"Are you OK?"

While Ian was concerned about Gwen, he also wanted to help her keep the gold coins, but Gwen dodged it. He didn't use his full strength; he was just testing Gwen's attitude.

"I am fine."

Gwen stared at Ian warily.

"Well... my head is still a little dizzy." She tucked the purse into her chest, a place Ian was most reluctant to reach for, as those who knew him well knew.

“Normal.” Ian nodded, his response clearly somewhat irrelevant. “After all, I admire my own skills in handling that move just now.”

As he spoke, Ian gave her a knowing look, hoping for praise, but Gwen was still focused on counting the coins in her chest pocket and completely missed his message. Then, Steve, who had climbed out and then back in, climbed out of the cabin again at that moment.

Captain America was also holding a computer tower that was smoking.

"Maybe I'm really not cut out to pilot spaceships..."

He looked dejected, his voice filled with frustration.

"It's alright! Isn't this one of your special qualities? Conceptual-level abilities are the most powerful, so you should know how to utilize that." Ian patted Captain America on the shoulder.

His tone was encouraging.

The evil god only likes to complain and belittle others when things are peaceful.

When something really happens.

He also knew that complaining was pointless.

“As long as the new Tony is still around, he can definitely teach us to develop from the Stone Age and build a new spaceship by hand!” Ian reached out and patted the main unit in Steve’s arms.

He wanted to boost everyone's morale.

however.

"Zi——!"

The main unit emitted a plume of black smoke, the screen flickered twice, and then it went completely out of commission. The projection of the new hairdresser, Tony, appeared with difficulty for a second, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, only a faint electronic sound was emitted.

"Zizzizi~"

Tony's screen went completely black.

……

On a planet with clear blue skies.

Thor wielded Mjolnir, digging a three-meter-deep crater in the ground like a human excavator. With each hammer blow, he couldn't help but mutter a curse.

"I'm Thor! You expect me to dig up graves here?"

His tone was full of reluctance, but he did not stop moving.

"Hurry up!" Ian, holding the smoking main unit, supervised the work, his face filled with sorrow. "We must ensure that the new Tony teacher is properly laid to rest!"

Gwen watched them give the computer mainframe a funeral, seemingly wanting to say something but holding her tongue.

As Thor planted the metal plaque inscribed with "Tomb of Tony Stark, the Second Mentor of the Cybertronians" on the mound, she finally couldn't help but say, "I think Tony's real body should still be 'alive' well on Earth."

“That’s not important! What’s important is the ritual!” Ian interrupted her seriously, taking three memory sticks out of his pocket and inserting them in front of the grave, then lighting two crossed data cables. The burning cables emitted a pungent plastic smell, making Steve sneeze. Ian, however, clasped his hands together with a devout expression.

"New Tony, may you become a cyber god in the electronic paradise, and then descend to earth to lend me a hand." Ian's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

No one knew what he was expecting.

"what should we do?"

Gwen crossed her arms, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

“This planet has oxygen, forests, and seawater, so there must be an indigenous civilization! We can ask for help!” Ian then used his super intelligence to make a judgment.

“How can you be sure the creatures here can communicate?” Gwen pointed to a six-eyed lizard gnawing on metal ore in the distance. “Maybe their ‘civilization’ is just a contest of who can spit out the most acid.”

She was very dejected.

“I don’t know, but we have to try, otherwise you’ll be stuck here forever after I go home.” Ian’s words made Steve glance at him several times.

In the end, it was Gwen who spoke up.

"Is it possible that you will return and reappear, or will you only appear in the spaceship wreckage? Don't forget, your random spawn location is pseudo-random; all thirty-six locations are included."

Her words made Ian's expression freeze.

Thor called upon Heimdall to open the Bifrost, but Heimdall did not respond. Silence. Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing across the dunes could be heard.

Just as Thor was puzzled, the reason why the Guardians did not respond was revealed.

I saw.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

A huge shadow loomed over them.

The roar of the engine shook the ground. The enormous silver flying saucer slowly landed on the sand dune, and the dust kicked up when the hatch opened made Steve cough.

The wind whipped up by the engines, stirring up fine sand that swirled low in the air. Then, from the shadows of the spaceship's hatch, emerged a giant, his entire body a deep purple. He was as tall as a mountain, his skin like metal, gleaming with a deep purple sheen. His eyes, like burning stars, radiated boundless majesty and tranquility.

"Welcome to Titan, humans of Earth."

The purple giant spoke softly, exuding an incredibly terrifying aura. Just by standing there, the entire planet's gravitational field seemed to bend and submit to him.

A deep and authoritative voice echoed in the air.

He is—the ruler of the universe, Thanos.

(End of this chapter)