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

Chapter 165 Bruce: Superman, don't contact me again!

"Bang~"

Lucifer smashed the crystal wine glass in his hand on the marble bar, splashing amber-colored liquor onto his custom-made suit worth tens of thousands of dollars, but he remained completely unaware of it.

One can imagine how unsettled he must have felt inside.

"Some people are going to have another dad!"

The female bartender spoke softly.

However, it still made Lucifer feel as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

This was absolutely the greatest injury he had ever suffered since birth.

"No, absolutely not, Mom would never do such a thing!" Lucifer's words were more like self-comfort; he hadn't been this panicked when he was expelled from Heaven.

"Oh, Lucifer, you still don't understand women, do you?"

"Your mother is really eager to get revenge on God, and on you..."

"And this is a truly two-birds-with-one-stone solution. When your mom gives birth to a little brother or sister and leaves you to take care of her, I hope you can still stay optimistic."

After filming her footage, the bartender, Mai Zi, began slowly wiping the glasses again, her face full of anticipation for the show, her eyes gleaming with a devilish schadenfreude.

This wave.

Lucifer could no longer sit still.

Just like a hot chair and a swallow.

He sat bolt upright in shock, completely frozen in place.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Lucifer suddenly stood up, knocking over the leather bar stool with a dull thud. If the demons of Hell saw him like this, it would be a source of amusement for the next thousand years—the mighty Satan, panicking and at a loss because he might have another stepfather.

"Fine, keep deceiving yourself. I bet five hundred pure souls that it will definitely be a little sister." Mai Zi shrugged and tossed the rag over her shoulder.

Every word she uttered was a devastating blow to Lucifer. The King of Hell, Lucifer, froze on the spot, his handsome face contorted into an expression that no human could possibly make.

"I have to find her! I have to send her back! At least stop her from going crazy!" Lucifer grabbed his suit jacket, the movement so forceful it almost overturned the bar.

He rushed straight outside.

"Remember to take a family photo!"

Mai raised her glass and laughed at his flustered back. It was one thing for her to be extremely loyal to Lucifer, but it was quite another for her to be so happy to see Lucifer so frightened.

ten minutes later.

On the streets of Los Angeles.

A black convertible sports car sped off at a speed exceeding the speedometer's limit.

“Metropolis, Metropolis…” Lucifer gripped the steering wheel with one hand while frantically swiping his phone screen with the other, as news feeds from all over America scrolled before his eyes like a waterfall.

A bizarre female corpse was found at the scene of a gang shootout in the Eastern District.

St. Mary's Hospital admits special vegetative state patients.

Suspected paranormal phenomena have been observed in the city center.

"Damn it!"

Lucifer slammed his fist on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator, as if racing against time—this physical body could hardly bear such power, which was why Sam's body seemed so special.

Coincidentally.

At that moment, the car stereo suddenly started playing a song called "Before He Cheats".

Guess what? I'm fine.

I'll make sure he never sees me cry.

I made up my mind.

I'm going to show him tonight.

It's a revenge, plain and simple.

I'm sure I'll do it right.

……

"The person who sings this song deserves to go to hell!"

The song had a very upbeat rhythm, but the lyrics were like drumbeats pounding on Lucifer's heart. He angrily turned off the stereo and almost ripped the radio off.

He floored the accelerator again, and the car shot off like a bullet.

And right now.

"squeak--"

Amidst the screeching sound of brakes.

A police motorcycle blocked the road in front of the sports car.

A traffic police officer on a bicycle stopped the King of Hell because of his traffic violation.

"Sir, you are speeding."

The mounted police officer chewed gum, seemingly uninterested in achieving his performance targets.

“Officer, you have no idea what you’re doing.” Lucifer suppressed his agitation, his fingers almost sparking as he tapped the steering wheel, his tone filled with hostility.

"Every minute you take up with me here, my mom might give birth to another litter of brothers." I wonder what kind of creature Lucifer thinks his mom is.

The traffic police officer was taken aback.

I've managed to sort out my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, please accept my condolences. I've seen similar stories on TV about rich kids fighting over their inheritance. I must say, the TV show 'Succession' documented a similar case."

The traffic police officer clearly misunderstood.

"This isn't some melodramatic soap opera!" Lucifer frantically ripped off his tie. "This is a cosmic crisis! A catastrophe of creation! A million times worse than your human world war!"

Lucifer wasn't exaggerating, but mortals obviously couldn't understand him. The mounted policeman blinked blankly, then finally pulled out his pen.

"I don't know much about the family feuds, but since your speed exceeded the speed limit by more than double, I still have to give you a ticket." Seeing that the traffic police officer was about to use complicated procedures...

Lucifer was so angry that he laughed.

“Okay, very good, I know what you want.” Lucifer grabbed a handful of banknotes and threw them into the air, slamming on the gas pedal as the mounted police scrambled to catch the money.

The sports car roared like a monster, instantly leaving the mounted police in the dust. Soon, the King of Hell arrived in the metropolis in a car enhanced by his power.

Inside St. Mary's Hospital.

Lucifer straightened his collar, instantly switching into a debonair mode. He walked straight to the nurses' station, revealing his signature smile—the kind of smile that could make a woman's heart race instantly.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. I need your help with something." The Demon King winked at the blonde nurse at the nurses' station, who immediately blushed and ran over.

"I heard a special vegetative patient was brought in this morning? The one brought in during the gang shootout? Sorry, I'm her family, so I'd like to meet her briefly."

Lucifer never lies, so everything he's saying now is the truth. The devil's eyes hold the power to draw out humanity's original sin, so the nurse's reason evaporates in an instant.

She stared at Lucifer like a lovesick fool, ignoring all the identity verification and procedures. All she felt was the urge and primal desire to sleep with Lucifer.

"She's... in the intensive care unit, but it's not a place you can just walk into." The nurse became incredibly insistent, her voice as sweet as could be.

"Just one look, sweetheart." Lucifer gently took her hand, and a diamond ring magically appeared on her ring finger. Then he obtained more useful information.

And access cards.

Five minutes later, when the nurse came to her senses in a daze, she couldn't remember anything, but she had an inexplicable feeling of anxiety and uncertainty.

The kind of underwear that needs changing too.

the other side.

Lucifer straightened his suit and strode into the intensive care unit.

"Sir! This is not allowed—" Several medical staff tried to stop Lucifer, who had appeared out of nowhere, but after Lucifer glanced at them, they were frozen in place.

Time seemed to be paused. The doctors' expressions froze in shock, and as Lucifer walked past them, they slid slowly to the ground like rag dolls whose bones had been removed.

Like a scarecrow blown over by the wind, it made a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Although the skin Lucifer was wearing didn't fit him perfectly, he could still use some of his power. At worst, if he used it too much, the skin would crack and he would turn into a bouncing bomb like Ian.

I'm sorry.

Lucifer casually stepped over the haphazardly lying bodies.

"I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you guys today." The electronic sounds of the monitoring equipment were particularly jarring in the silence, as Lucifer searched around the quiet intensive care unit.

"No, no, this person looks like they had a botched breast augmentation and are suffering from silicone poisoning. Get out of here!" Lucifer searched for his target.

They eventually found the vegetative patient who had been brought in that morning.

He stood before the hospital bed, his expression complex as he stared at the sleeping woman—the woman entangled in various tubes and wires. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and a gruesome scar from a healed bullet wound remained on one side of her cheek. The Demon King's slender fingers flicked across her forehead, but after a flash of golden light, there was no reaction.

This caught Lucifer off guard.

His pupils dilated slightly.

“Mom’s not in there.” Lucifer scratched his head in frustration. Although his omniscience couldn’t locate his mother, he could at least confirm that the body was empty.

The aura of omniscience and omnipotence was like a broken radar at this moment, only able to capture a blinding blank space—which was normal, after all, what he wanted to investigate was his own mother.

Something that existed before the concept of omniscience and omnipotence was even born.

"What on earth is she up to..." Lucifer's hands hung at his sides, and a conspiracy theory welled up in his mind. He knew all too well just how much trouble his mother could cause.

"What exactly is Mom trying to do?" Lucifer wasn't just worried about having a stepfather; he knew that every action his mother took was purposeful. As a former creator goddess, her wisdom and power were unparalleled. And this escape must be hiding a deeper plan.

this moment.

Lucifer thought of his mother's resentment towards God. In Heaven, she had been one of the most respected beings, but was ultimately imprisoned in Hell, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to her dignity.

"Revenge" is the first key word. The mother may want to take revenge on God in some way, perhaps by disrupting the balance of the universe or by directly challenging God's authority.

Regardless, having acted as a guardian, turning a blind eye to his mother's imprisonment and even gloating over it, he would definitely be the target of retaliation, just as Mai Zi said.

The more Lucifer thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Lucifer also suffered from paranoia; the DC universe was like a giant mental asylum, and Lucifer had even considered grander possibilities.

Was her mother carrying out some kind of plan on behalf of God or Michael? After all, her escape was too "coincidental," as if a higher force was behind it.

That's definitely not because of Ian. Ian can't release his mother... The only one besides him who can break the seal that God placed on his wife is God Himself.

This made Lucifer unable to help but overthink. Just as Lucifer felt he was about to be targeted again, a familiar chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.

That was a special kind of gaze.

"Samael~"

The same unique voice seemed to ring in Lucifer's ears; it was the voice that had existed in the world since the beginning of creation, and for the first time in many years, it initiated a conversation with Lucifer.

There was no information being communicated to a third person. The cacophony of the intensive care unit's equipment seemed to fade away at that moment, and the world seemed to consist only of that voice lingering in his ears.

"Heh, so you've remembered me now?"

Lucifer suddenly sneered at the air; he was indeed responding to some voices.

"No, I disagree! You can't control me any longer!"

"Damn it! No! You're lying!" Lucifer suddenly covered his ears, his face turned deathly pale, his pupils dilated, and his mouth twitched wildly.

"Yes! You're lying!"

The King of Hell's eyes were bloodshot, as if the voice had uttered a truth that deeply disturbed him. The temperature in the intensive care unit plummeted, and the white mist from his breath condensed before his eyes. A layer of ice crystals formed on the IV bags of the critically ill patients, and several unconscious medical staff curled up in their sleep.

suddenly.

Without warning, Lucifer's shirt ripped open—and a pair of pure white wings unfurled violently, each of the enormous and sacred wings shimmering with a faint glow.

The wings of the Lightbringer are the purest wings in Heaven.

It's not just a symbol of status.

Or is it the key to whether or not one can use certain powers in the human world?

next moment.

A fierce wind swept through the ward, toppling medical equipment. Lucifer vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his intrusion. When the medical staff slowly awoke, they only saw a few white feathers drifting down, turning into tiny golden fragments and disappearing without a trace upon touching the ground.

at the same time.

On the top floor of a skyscraper on the other side of the city, Ian's mother, Louise Kent, was receiving an unexpected visitor in her spacious yet unassuming office.

Lucifer hovered outside the glass curtain wall, his eyes piercing through the opaque glass, seeing everything clearly. Inside the conference room, Louise Lane was pouring tea for a blonde lawyer. The lawyer sat upright, almost rigidly, a perfect 45-degree smile playing on her lips—Charlotte Richards.

America was one of the most notorious devilish lawyers.

“Ms. Richards, are you really willing to hand over the evidence of the Jokers’ crimes to me?” Louise pushed the teacup towards me, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

When she received the mysterious call this morning, she thought it was some bored person's prank. Even now, she still can't quite believe that such a huge news story would come knocking on her door.

My home has been bombed several times.

Is God really about to send good luck?

“Yes, yes, evidence of the crime, of course no problem.” Charlotte’s smile widened, she smiled like a robot learning how to smile.

“It’s not just the Jokers, I have evidence of many other criminal organizations’ crimes… God knows why you humans can’t always clean up your messes when you do bad things.”

“Oh, I meant us humans, yes, us humans.” Charlotte Richards promptly corrected her misuse of the word, her tone strangely flat.

Fortunately, Louise didn't notice the strange way the other person used the phrase "you humans".

She was already dizzy from this unexpected exclusive.

Louise is a seasoned investigative journalist who has exposed countless scandals, but this is the first time she has encountered a top lawyer proactively offering evidence to her.

Was this a sudden awakening, a decision to turn over a new leaf? Despite her confusion, Louise didn't ask any questions. A journalist only needs to get the news; he doesn't need to know why others provide it.

This is an unspoken rule in the industry.

“Thank you, madam, thank you for your contributions to society, and thank you for your trust in me. I will definitely secure the best possible special protection for you.” This was absolutely the strongest and most powerful guarantee, even surpassing the guarantee from special forces. Just as Louise reached for the file folder…

"and many more."

Charlotte suddenly pressed down on the file.

"This is a deal."

A glint of gold flashed in the female lawyer's eyes.

"You need to promise me one thing."

She began to reveal her true intentions.

The female lawyer spoke with a condescending sense of superiority, as if she were not talking to a mortal, but looking down at a group of ants.

Louise frowned slightly.

But he still maintained a professional smile.

"Do you still have any concerns? Don't worry, retaliation from the gang won't be a problem. Perhaps you've already investigated; I've never failed in protecting witnesses."

Louise's hand hovered in mid-air; she was eager to receive the evidence. However, due to the other party's sudden stop, she assumed she had guessed their hesitation.

however.

“No, I’m not worried about that, I just want you…” Charlotte was about to speak when the conference room door was suddenly violently pushed open, and Lucifer, panting heavily, charged at Charlotte.

His suit was disheveled, his tie was crooked, and he rushed to Charlotte in a few strides, grabbed her wrist, and without saying a word, began to drag and pull her.

"Excuse me, we have something to discuss."

Lucifer tried his best to maintain his composure and understanding, but he couldn't reveal his family's unspeakable secrets. Louise stared in disbelief as the stranger dragged his interviewee into the bathroom.

Before the door closed.

She vaguely heard the female lawyer say something.

"Hi, long time no see, my son."

Charlotte was also surprised by Lucifer's appearance. She watched as Lucifer locked the door, then went to the sink and turned on all the faucets.

"Stop your hypocrisy, Mom."

Lucifer looked at the goddess of creation who occupied the human body with distrust.

He could certainly see the other person's true nature, so his voice was low and dangerous, and the shadow behind him twisted into the shape of a demon on the wall.

"Oh? Hypocrisy?" Charlotte, or rather the creator goddess who possessed this body, tilted her head. This overly girlish gesture seemed particularly horrifying on the elite lawyer.

At least that's how Lucifer saw it. Charlotte looked at him, a familiar smile playing on her lips, her tone so gentle it sent chills down Lucifer's spine.

"You approached Superman's wife because you wanted to kill Lois, turn Superman to the dark side, and destroy the world, right?" Lucifer's gaze swept over Charlotte.

His eyes held a mixture of wariness, anger, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

“It seems you still don’t understand me.” Charlotte sighed softly, her tone tinged with grievance. “That’s right, all these years, you haven’t come to see me once, and you’ve even sent your little tagalong to torment me.”

There was no anger in her voice, but rather a hint of resentment, like an old mother who had been neglected by her son for many years, finally seeing her child, only to be met with indifference and suspicion.

This made Lucifer increasingly uneasy.

"No! Don't be so friendly!" he almost shouted. "You're definitely up to something!"

“Yes, of course I have a scheme.” Charlotte admitted frankly, even with a hint of pride. “I am the world’s first goddess, and your intelligence comes from me.”

Lucifer was delighted to hear this.

"Very well, so what exactly do you want to do? What are you going to do with all that evidence of crime that you provided to Louise? Don't tell me the Goddess of Creation suddenly wants to be a champion of justice."

He rubbed his hands together, his mind filled with images of the grand scheme his mother might be planning. The other person's response made him feel that things were back under his control and within his expectations.

Lucifer remained convinced of his conspiracy theory.

The air in the bathroom is a subtle game.

Lucifer's back was pressed against the tiled wall, the cool touch seeping through his shirt, but it couldn't extinguish the throbbing veins on his forehead. Charlotte—or rather, his creator goddess mother—was standing in front of the sink, adjusting the collar of his human body in front of the mirror, her fingers lingering suggestively over his collarbone.

“My plan is flawless.” Charlotte’s lips curled into a chilling smile, while her reflection in the mirror maintained the “perfect” smile befitting an elite lawyer.

However, the deliberate imitation made her smile somewhat similar to [Weibo Xiaoting562], the kind of eerie smile that most normal people wouldn't dare to search for.

“I am the first goddess in the world, my messenger of light, and your intelligence comes from me.” Charlotte admitted frankly, even with a hint of pride, making Lucifer’s eyelids twitch.

"Very well, so what exactly do you want to do?" Lucifer asked through gritted teeth. He was even worried that his relationship with the detective lady would be affected by his mother's appearance.

“Son, don’t you understand? My goal is simple.” Charlotte gave a mysterious smile. “I need to become good friends with that human woman outside, and then…”

She paused deliberately, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"And then you'll use this to carry out your grand plan to destroy the multiverse," Lucifer immediately interjected, his tone full of sarcasm.

"of course not."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, glanced suspiciously at her mentally ill son, and then said, "I just want her to order Ian Kent to sleep with me."

The goddess of creation's high heels tapped crisply on the floor tiles. She stretched out her fingers, painted with nude nail polish, and drew a glowing flowchart in the air.

“First, I need to become good friends with that human woman outside… that way she’ll help me order Ian Kent around. Besides you, no normal little boy can refuse his mother’s orders.” Charlotte thought her plan was brilliant, and she seemed to have an excessive honesty about it.

“This woman has a really nice figure. Maybe I can try sleeping with Ian Kent’s mother first—I’ve already heard that human women control the world by sleeping with others.” The goddess puffed out her chest smugly, the buttons of her lawyer’s suit groaning under the strain.

Lucifer's expression was like that of someone who had shoved a lemon soaked in Michael's saliva into his mouth. He stood there, utterly terrified, pressed against the wall, watching his creator goddess mother begin to touch the buttocks of this human body.

The other person even pinched her breasts on the spot, making Lucifer wish he would never touch a human's thing again in his life, and he immediately covered his eyes.

"Stop! Stop! The last thing I want to see is you discussing this kind of topic with me! It's a nightmare! It's hell! It's like I've gone back to hell!"

Lucifer's voice was very, very loud.

He really didn't expect it.

That damn old man was right.

My mom's evil scheme was actually quite absurd!
This was even harder for Lu Sansui to accept than when she said she wanted to destroy the universe!

An eerie silence filled the air. Shattered fragments of the mirror floated in mid-air, each reflecting Charlotte's expression as she examined her new body with great interest.

Sudden.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Three hesitant knocks came from outside the door.

"Well... the first goddess, and the messenger of light and stuff... you guys are so powerful, you should know I'm still outside with my ear pressed against the door, right?"

Louise's voice came through the door.

The eerie tone was even more eerie than the eerie atmosphere in the bathroom.

.........

On the stubborn site of the Kent family home.

The cabin, which had been cozy for another day, was now nothing but a pile of charred wooden beams emitting wisps of smoke. Clark Kent stood before the ruins, his temples throbbing no less than Lucifer's.

"So let me sort this out. You mean that while I wasn't looking, you took a trip to hell, not only increasing your seniority in Bruce's eyes, but also having a bad romantic encounter?" Clark's temples throbbed wildly on both sides of his head.

His expression was indescribably strange.

He stared intently at the boy in front of him. "You originally just wanted to be a friendly fellow patient with a super goddess, but that super goddess seems to want to be your bed partner?"

Superman is actually very mentally strong; he already had a strong mental fortitude. However, after listening to Ian's "Adventures in Hell," he still felt that his mental fortitude was not enough.

"Yes, that's how it is. I didn't want this to happen either, but that super goddess seems to think that she can find the taste of first love again with me."

"It's all my damn charm's fault." Ian was extremely annoyed. Of course, he had sensed something was wrong and that's why he ran away. The Dark Lady had said before that he had the feeling of a young god, which was probably the key issue.

“So the situation is…” Clark repeated mechanically, “this goddess is searching the world for you, and you suspect it’s a warning from her ex-husband?”

It's hard to imagine such a dramatic ethical drama plot appearing in real life.

Clark has faced countless crises in his life—General Zod, Doomsday, Darkseid—but none have made the Iron Man, Superman, feel as eerie as he does now.

"That's probably the case?"

Ian nervously kicked at the charred remains at his feet. A normal gas leak explosion couldn't create such perfect ruins, especially since their new house hadn't even had gas connected yet. A gust of wind blew by, scattering a few charred pages from the Daily Planet—Louise's treasured Pulitzer Prize feature article.

No one knows whether this is another kind of omen.

"Is this super goddess's husband also a super god?" Superman's signature gentle voice sounded as if it had been irradiated by kryptonite, and as if it had been subjected to some kind of weak and powerless negative influence.

no way.

He could tell from Ian's reaction that Ian was actually panicking, an emotion that had never appeared before when Ian had caused so much trouble.

Clark wanted to know exactly how big of a mess Ian had made, but Ian hesitated and didn't dare to be too direct, so he used a more subtle way of expressing himself.

"Let me put it this way, Dad, have you ever heard of Catholicism or Christianity?" Ian's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked down at the tips of his shoes, his voice barely audible.

Clark suddenly realized that the Kryptonians' super hearing might be malfunctioning.

That must be the case!
I saw.

Under Clark's increasingly wide gaze.

Ian continued speaking to the ground, “If I fail to preserve my chastity, Dad, your seniority in these religions will really become… very, very high.”

He tried his best to make his voice sound calm and optimistic. However, even though his meaning was not clearly expressed, Clark's super brain was unusually active.

An eerie silence followed.

The crickets in the green belt seemed to suddenly fall silent. In the distance, on the highway, a pickup truck suddenly had a tire blowout, and the driver's cursing was particularly clear in the silence.

"??????"

A bead of cold sweat slid down Clark's temple.

Then came the second drop.

The third drop.

One drop after another.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Clark swallowed hard.

He silently took out his phone.

The dialing speed is so fast that it cannot be detected by the human eye.

"Clark, what's up?"

Gotham's signature bubbly voice came through the phone. Bruce Wayne was in the Batcave adjusting his new wheelchair, while in the background, Alfred exclaimed in amazement that Bruce's wheelchair was faster than a sports car.
"Bruce, I've run into a little problem."

Clark was too preoccupied to care about Batman's wheelchair's 0-100 km/h acceleration time.

"This is a very problematic issue. Just in case, I'd like to ask you, with your extraordinary abilities, if you could create something special."

His voice had a cool, serene quality.

“Take your time, don’t rush. What’s wrong?” Bruce Wayne’s voice was somewhat surprised; he had never seen Clark’s voice tremble like this before. On the other end of the phone, Bruce Wayne’s breathing came through the Batcave’s sophisticated communication equipment, so clear it was as if he were right next to him.

"Bruce, do you think you could..." Clark took a deep breath, and then, as if speaking out of turn, "Could you invent a new universe? So our whole family could move in?"

He also knew how absurd his request was.

But what can Superman do?

He's just an ordinary superhero!
There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds.

“Clark.” Bruce’s voice carried a rare hint of hesitation, along with a sense of sudden realization. “So, you’ve finally fallen ill too?”

Batman clearly has a very special opinion about the Kent family.

“Here’s what happened…” Superman smiled wryly as he looked at Ian, who was squatting on the charred door frame drawing circles. His youngest son was doing some kind of graffiti in the ruins with charcoal.

At first glance, it looks like an apology letter.

Clark tried to describe Ian's current situation in the most concise language possible, and he didn't dare tell Bruce Wayne about Ian's encounter with the King of Hell in Hell.

After all, Bruce Wayne's wisdom was still needed. How could Superman dare to let Bruce Wayne know who Ian had fooled? He only mentioned Ian's "crazy suitors".

A "click" sound came through the communication channel, which likely indicated that Batman had made a mistake.

“If you weren’t calling me, I would have thought it was April Fool’s Day.” Bruce was also stunned, and he remained silent for a long time before offering his suggestion.

“The best course of action right now is,” Bruce paused for a full five seconds before finally stating his thoughts, “Clark, I think we should stop contacting each other.”

Clark's blue eyes widened slightly.

"Bruce, to be honest, I don't think this was something Ian deliberately provoked." His tone became increasingly helpless, and he still chose to defend his youngest son.

In fact, this was not Ian's intention to cause trouble.

“I’m being very serious right now.” Batman’s voice regained its composure. “Based on your description, keeping your distance from the Kent family is the most rational choice at the moment.”

“I will rearrange the schedule with the league. Of course, the fact that you are still alive means that the other side does not want to take extreme measures. So the most feasible solution is to have Ian perform a ‘never-mistake’ surgery. His own company has the latest medical equipment.” Bruce’s voice carried the cold rationality characteristic of Batman.

“It’s no use.” Ian squeezed his head in front of the communicator, a hint of regret in his voice. “I’m too strong. Your kind of surgery will probably only make my body adapt to the environment.”

“My thing will only get longer the more I cut it, because my body is always very understanding of me. It thinks I’m not satisfied with the original length.” Ian’s words made Bruce fall silent again.

at this time.

Clark's phone suddenly rang with an unfamiliar ringtone, clearly indicating a new number was calling. Journalists usually choose dual-SIM phones.

Ian returned the phone to his dad.

"The work schedule for the second half of the year should have already been arranged." Superman looked at the call from his boss, hesitated for a moment, but still decided to continue working even at this time.

He answered the phone.

After a series of "Okay, okay, but... fine, I accept it" responses, Superman hung up the phone, though his expression and demeanor became somewhat unpleasant.

"what happened?"

Ian quickly asked.

"The editor-in-chief asked me to go to Africa to interview wild elephants..." Clark looked up at the sky, where a cloud that looked like an elephant was drifting by.

"I hope it really is just an interview with elephants."

Clark sighed, not daring to mention whether there was anything suspicious about it.

He suddenly missed the simple days when all he had to do was deal with Doomsday. At least back then, he didn't have to worry about absurd family issues like "his future daughter-in-law might be a divorced creation goddess."

"Damn it." Ian felt a little uncomfortable. He kicked away a piece of charred charcoal and was speechless. He was the victim. He was targeted by the old woman when he was only fourteen years old.

"Go to school first, and then we'll think of a solution."

Clark glanced at his watch.

He paused, then added, "Don't get too close to your female classmates. Based on your description of that super goddess's power, she could possess any girl you know."

This is definitely super intelligence at work.

Superman activates his super intelligence when he encounters danger.

"Do I still have to go to school... Fine, I've always been chaste. I've always wanted to save my first time for a girl who is only eighteen but is already gentle, beautiful and intelligent."

“I know that one day, she will definitely appear in front of everyone, wearing yoga pants, a tight-fitting top, and colorful stockings to marry me!” Ian drawled out his words. His voice was very loud and booming, as if he were expressing his orientation to God and hoping that God would not worry so much that he was indiscriminate in his desires.

God did not respond.

On the street, the only sound was the old man soaring into the sky to go to work. Ian burned several more handwritten apology letters and promises, which miraculously turned into golden light and flew into the sky.

but.

Neither God's voice nor any hints appeared. With no other option, Ian checked the time and decided to go to school temporarily, instructing his super-brain to come up with a solution while he was there.

in school.

The other students were full of energy.

Ian, on the other hand, was extremely depressed.

He rested his chin on the desk, staring blankly at the Christmas countdown on the blackboard—"12 days until Christmas," with a crooked Santa Claus drawn next to the chalk writing.

"Hey, Ian, why are you looking like a squirrel that's been struck by lightning today?" His deskmate, Madison, poked his arm with a pencil. "Didn't the explosion that happens at your house this morning wake you up?"

She seemed to know everything about the explosions that had been happening at Ian's house before dawn lately. The simple-minded witch girl just thought it might be a special alarm clock that Ian was addicted to.

"I wish I were dreaming."

Ian responded listlessly.

"By the way, a strange woman came looking for you this morning."

Madison suddenly leaned closer mysteriously.

Hear the words.

Ian's back stiffened instantly, and the desk creaked painfully.

"Wh-what kind of woman?" His voice suddenly rose eight octaves, causing the students in the front row to turn around.

Madison pulled out a strawberry-flavored lip balm and slowly applied it, deliberately drawing out her words: "It's a demon that's been brought back from the dead. Is that Ian, your lover in hell?"

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

Ian suddenly covered her mouth.

“Don’t talk nonsense! That’s my beloved aunt! My aunt for life!” His voice was very firm, and Madison rolled her eyes as he was covered.

The girl gasped for breath after breaking free.

"What happened to you?"

She noticed that Ian was not quite relaxed.

Ian didn't answer, but just propped his little face up and sighed. After a long while, under Madison's persistent questioning, he finally asked Madison a philosophical question.

“If a boy offends a petty creator, how can he salvage his image?” Ian stared at his panel.

Fortunately, the key NPC's position has not been revoked.

"I understand now, so that's how it is. The solution is very simple!"

Madison's blue eyes lit up instantly. She tore off a piece of homework paper with a "whoosh," scribbled a line of large characters in a flamboyant style, and then slapped it down in front of Ian.

"Do you have any idea?"

Ian looked over.

The next moment, he went numb.

He froze, like a frog struck by lightning.

I saw.

The words “God is dead, Ian shall rise” were written in bold on the paper.

“Ian, why don’t we turn against each other? Tonight I’ll go find the old stonemason who keeps his mouth shut and carve hundreds of these glowing stone tablets to hide in your factory for the angels to find.”

Madison was still talking at length.

perhaps.

Ian's audacity and superhuman intelligence are nothing but a myth.

Madison.

This is also a fourteen-year-old witch.

She is the real idea queen and daredevil in the world.

(End of this chapter)