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

Chapter 200 The Struggle for Heir Apparent and Wholesaling Loki

The explosion of Apokolips.

In any parallel universe, this would be an epic event. The explosive light that originated from the depths of the universe and destroyed a planet traveled across countless light-years. Its residual radiance still powerfully penetrated the Earth's atmosphere, instantly enveloping the entire planet in intense light.

In an instant, the entire Earth became indistinguishable between day and night.

Regardless of whether it's the Eastern or Western Hemisphere, all living beings were forcibly dragged into the blinding "daylight." In the cities, the neon lights, streetlights, and the lights of countless homes were instantly swallowed up and annihilated like candlelight meeting the sun in the face of this pure, destructive light from the depths of the universe.

Earth in the dead of night.

That's something that's hard not to care about.

Human society fell into a brief period of silence, which was then engulfed by immense panic.

Countless people were awakened from their sleep by the blinding light outside their windows, gazing at the sky in bewilderment and fear—there was no sun, yet the light was unsettling. Children cried in terror, while adults rushed to the windows in a panic, grabbing their phones to try and figure out what was happening.

"God... what's wrong now?"

"Did the sun rise early? No, it's only three in the morning!"

"Is it a nuclear explosion?! Is it the end of the world?!"

"Alien invasion! They're wiping out Earth with beam weapons!"

"God's judgment! The prophecy has come true!"

"Quick! Get to the basement!"

"I knew my doomsday food reserves would finally come in handy!"

"Yes, we raised our neighbor to be plump and healthy, all for this day!"

……

It's obvious without even realizing it that the following dialogue comes from Gotham.

Worry, surprise, fear, disbelief… a host of negative emotions spread like a plague across the globe. Humanity, long burdened by countless disasters, has developed incredibly resilient nerves, tempered by alien invasions, superpowered battles, and dimensional overlaps, yet also incredibly sensitive. Every unusual celestial phenomenon signifies trouble.

And it's a huge problem.

It is impossible for human society to be harmonious even at one point.

The specter of the "doomsday party" resurfaced at this moment. Those extremists who had been hoarding canned goods and studying survival manuals for years trembled with excitement, like sharks smelling blood. They sprang from their beds, grabbed their pre-prepared backpacks, their eyes gleaming with a morbid light mixed with fear and ecstasy, and frantically rushed to their garages, ready to drive their modified doomsday vehicles to "meet" the end they had predicted countless times.

However, before they could even touch their car keys, the garage door lock clicked open automatically. At the door, a police tactical squad, already on high alert, appeared like ghosts.

Riot shields reflected a cold glint in the stark white light, and stun guns crackled. The lead officer was expressionless, his voice booming through a megaphone, his calmness bordering on cruel.

"Stop all activity! Put down your backpacks immediately! All non-essential outings and gatherings are prohibited! Your actions are suspected of creating panic and endangering public safety!"

Without any hesitation, the well-trained police officers swarmed forward, their movements clean and swift, as if they had practiced a thousand times. The so-called "doomsday warriors" didn't even have time to think of resisting before they were pinned to the ground, their wrists locked in cold handcuffs, giving a live performance of an America-style "dying before even starting."

The riots haven't even started yet.

He was quickly arrested by the experienced police officers.

Police forces worldwide have long had well-established emergency plans and arrest procedures to deal with these "doomsday prophet" groups. In a sense, these police officers may not have done nothing when the disaster struck; they at least efficiently maintained social order and prevented the panic stemming from within humanity from escalating further.

It can be considered as providing support for the superheroes.

of course.

The police officers were also worried.

Ordinary citizens, governments around the world, and even the various organizations operating behind the scenes are all on edge. There is a general consensus at this moment: based on extensive past experience, regardless of the origin of this sudden light, it undoubtedly signifies another major crisis is about to unfold.

People have developed a true "sixth sense" from various crises. The Justice League's alarm system is already lit up like a Christmas tree, and even those minor superheroes who usually only fight petty thieves on the streets are subconsciously looking up at the sky and gripping their weapons tightly.

They were only thinking about which direction to run in this time.

It's fair to say that every superhero who has survived to this day knows their own limitations and what level of disaster they are capable of participating in.

The only place that remained relatively calm was probably Ian's new, new home. The television, which was turned on immediately, was broadcasting emergency news from various TV stations.

Almost all mainstream channels, from serious news channels to reality TV channels that are entertaining to the death, are broadcasting the same carefully orchestrated "appeasement" show.

A female news anchor with impeccable makeup and a perfectly standard smile stands against a backdrop of constantly scrolling "scientific analysis charts" filled with complex mathematical formulas.

"Dear viewers, the unusual light phenomenon you are seeing is a rare high-energy ice crystal resonance event that occurred in the Kuiper Belt at the outer edge of the solar system!"

"Yes, you heard right! A distant, tiny celestial body composed of methane and ammonia ice, under the stimulation of specific gravitational tides and cosmic rays, experienced a chain reaction of mirror-like collective reflections!"

The news anchor delivered her "scientific" explanation in her cloyingly sweet, emotionless voice. Louise rolled her eyes, grabbed the remote, and was about to change the channel.

Switching to another channel, an "expert" wearing a white lab coat and a "NASA Special Advisor" badge is pointing at a star map that is clearly at the level of a child's doodle, and is analyzing it with great seriousness: "...Preliminary research shows that this is related to the periodic 'sneezing' of the Earth's magnetic field!"

"Yes, our Mother Earth, the magnetic field strength experienced a tiny, harmless 'sneeze spike' tonight! This 'sneeze' disturbed the ionosphere in the upper atmosphere, causing it to amplify the background cosmic microwave radiation by a million times!"

"So what you see as 'daylight' is essentially an amplified echo of the 'baby's cry' from the Big Bang! What poetic science!"

“I’m a genius… I mean, our scientists are all geniuses.”

……

Almost every television station had experts on-site to provide scientific explanations, reassuring the public and easing panic. Although the experts' explanations varied slightly from channel to channel, this did not prevent the program from being effective. After all, very few people actually absorbed the information from the books.

There are all sorts of different interpretations.

Believe whichever one you want to believe.

There's even the ancient Mayan prophecy about the "baptism of light" during the "Fifth Sun Age," which many young people on the internet still believe in.

"Enough!" Louise, who had truly read books, finally lost her temper and slammed down the mute button. The living room instantly fell silent, leaving only the deathly, unsettling white light from outside the window.

“Oh no, why do it again?” Louise Lane had just returned home less than two hours after a reporting mission in the Arctic, and hadn’t even fully unpacked her suitcase.

She was trying to hang a coat that was frozen stiff in the Arctic and not yet fully thawed on the hanger when she was blinded by the eerie light coming from the window.

“For God’s sake… well, it’s probably unlikely that our family’s prayers to God will do any good now.” Louise sighed and grabbed her still-frozen coat again.

She rubbed her temples, her face etched with exhaustion. However, given what had happened, she didn't even need to think; her body acted instinctively.

I have to go work overtime.

"Being a journalist is no job for humans..." Poor Ian's mother grabbed her handbag and car keys from the table, complaining as she walked out the door.

Sure enough, the moment she stepped out of her room, her phone rang like a death knell. The caller ID showed Perry White, editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet.

Louise took a deep breath, answered the phone, and said without even waiting for the other person to speak, "I understand, Perry. Abnormal celestial phenomena, global panic, unknown cause, it's big news, a major breaking news story. We all have to work until the earth is destroyed, right? I'm going to the newspaper office to work overtime to finish the article."

She had no choice but to take the initiative.

Perry on the other end of the phone seemed taken aback by her preemptive strike, pausing for a few seconds before yelling, "That's right! Lois! I need to see the first draft in half an hour! I need to know what the hell is going on! Is some alien bastard trying to cause trouble again?! Go interview Superman!"

Leaders become leaders not just because of good luck, but also because they know how to use the right people in the right places. Louise's superiors had fully learned how to manage their subordinates.

“Okay, I’ll go check if Superman is out and about.” Louise replied curtly and hung up. Looking at her buzzing phone, she couldn’t help but complain to the empty yard, “From now on, if anyone writes any propaganda articles about ‘Americans refusing to work overtime’ or ‘Americans have complete private time after get off work, and nobody dares to intrude,’ I’m going to dump that cactus on my balcony on their head!”

This is resentment towards colleagues.

"Meow~"

A lazy meow came from her handbag. The Super Cat poked its little head out of the warm bag, its bright green eyes narrowed into slits in the bright light. It yawned, seemingly unconcerned about its owner's anger and the apocalyptic scene outside. It rolled over and buried its head back into its fur, continuing its sweet dream.

Louise looked at the carefree little one in the bag, then at her own dripping coat on her shoulder and the buzzing phone in her pocket, and a deep sense of envy welled up in her heart.

"These days, I really want to be a cat... No need to write articles, no need to work overtime, even if the sky falls, the owner will hold it up, and someone will feed me dried fish when I wake up..."

She glanced around the courtyard but couldn't find Ian's illegally modified "Hellcat" muscle car, whose engine sounded like Cerberus roaring.

Staying out all night wasn't considered bad behavior by Ian, but this scene made Louise worry about something else.

"Could this be another one of Ian's crazy antics?" She wasn't afraid that Ian would get a girl pregnant; she was afraid that Ian would want to cause trouble again when he had nothing better to do.

At the same time, the second-floor window was flung open with a bang, and the eldest son, Jonathan Kent, peeked out with his sleepy head. Rubbing his eyes, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, he mumbled towards the next room, "Ian! Ian! Did you blow something up again?! This time it was way too loud!"

Indeed, it's not just Mom who thinks this way; the whole family thinks so. So it's definitely not prejudice, but rather Ian's reputation is something everyone in the family knows.

Ian Kent, the explosives genius, has an unshakeable reputation within his family and is considered quite "reliable".

"Be a good boy and guard the house! I have to go to the newspaper office! Just don't let the house explode again!" Louise opened the car door and got into her Mercedes, which wasn't very nice anymore.

As the engine started, she noticed Jonathan was still staring at her, so she could only stick her head out again to explain, "At least Ian knows to go outside and blow things up."

“She’s not blowing up the house anymore, that’s a kind of growth, right?” Louise paused, trying to defend her youngest son, though the explanation sounded incredibly weak.

After saying that, without waiting for Jonathan's reaction, she stepped on the gas, and the Mercedes drove off the road, leaving the taillights shining into the still exceptionally bright night.

"?????"

Jonathan stood dumbfounded at the window, his mouth agape for a long time. Aside from a few unusual traits, he was arguably the most normal member of the family.

"Is this... growing up?" he muttered to himself, deeply shocked. "Expanding the scope of destruction from home to the whole world and even outer space, is that what it means to have learned to grow up? God, now I finally understand why my classmates all say that parents favor the youngest child the most!"

Jonathan could easily imagine that if he or his brother Jordan had caused such a commotion today, even just once, their backsides would probably have been spanked by their parents long ago.

It's not just ordinary blooming; under my father's iron fist, countless of the most magnificent butt flowers in the universe will definitely bloom, the kind that split into hundreds of petals when they open.

“Sigh, Ian is still young.”

Jonathan sighed, shook his head, and decided to stop thinking about this sad family hierarchy issue. He prepared to close the window and go back to check if Ian was hiding somewhere, planning to blow up the house.

So-called growth.

It's not impossible to learn how to use feints to attack from the east while striking from the west.

However, just as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of something unusual on the horizon out of the corner of his eye.

A... something flaming, crooked, and resembling two bowls stacked together, was falling from the sky, trailing black smoke. Was it a flying saucer?

Even more bizarrely, there seemed to be several figures standing or sitting on the UFO? Amidst the wind, the sounds of a heated argument could be faintly heard.

A little boy's voice shrieked, "Just because you couldn't buy the ice cream you wanted?! You're going to blow up that damn planet full of bastards?!"

"I haven't even had a chance to take my toys yet! You're a lunatic!!" This little boy is quite eccentric; he cares more about his reserve adult toys than a planet.

Another aged voice roared back, louder and louder, filled with frustration and a panicked attempt to cover it up: "Motty! Motty! Shut up! You have to forget about today, you hear me! Yes, completely forget it! We didn't buy insurance! We can't afford to pay for an entire planet! Damn it, this piece of junk is going to crash!"

"Now, shut up! Prepare for an emergency landing!"

Then, amidst the old man's incessant babbling of "Oh—oh oh oh oh—", the flaming flying saucer traced an extremely unstable trajectory and finally crashed with a "boom" a block away from where Jonathan's view was blocked by the roof of his neighbor's house.

"?????"

Jonathan froze completely at the window, rubbing his eyes hard, wondering if he was still half asleep or if he had gone crazy from worrying too much about his brother Ian's "explosive talent".

What was that? Humanoid aliens? Destroying a planet because of ice cream? Not having insurance? This series of absurdities almost caused his brain to shut down.

Before he could even sort out the slightest bit of his thoughts, the phone in his pajama pocket suddenly rang sharply, as if it had been timed perfectly.

The ringtone shattered the eerie silence of the early morning, startling Jonathan. He blankly pulled out his phone, the caller ID on the screen only adding to his confusion.

"Why is Jordan calling me? Shouldn't he be filming right now?"

The eerie white light in the early morning, coupled with witnessing what appeared to be an alien spacecraft crash, had already overloaded Jonathan's nerves. He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Jonathan?! Thank goodness you answered!"

Jordan's voice, low and filled with panic and urgency, came through the phone immediately. The background noise was unusually quiet, with even a hollow echo.

It was as if he were in a huge, enclosed space.

"Jordan? What's wrong? Something sounds off. Is the director trying to sexually harass you?" Jonathan's heart leaped. His brother's voice held a rare hint of embarrassment and...pain.
"Filming my ass! I'm in Seattle! Listen, Jonathan, I need help, right now! Come save me!" Jordan spoke very quickly.

He was almost rambling incoherently.

"Seattle?!" Jonathan was even more confused. "How did you end up in Seattle? And shouldn't Seattle be bright as day right now... in the middle of the night?"

He glanced subconsciously at the still unnaturally bright sky outside the window.

"I don't have time to explain!" Jordan's voice was filled with frustration and a hint of lingering fear. "I took on a side job... well, it was a commission Ian gave me."

"This place is indeed extraordinary, with many terrifying dark creatures, but I also displayed great power, eliminating many threats to this world in one fell swoop."

Jordan doesn't seem that dangerous, otherwise he wouldn't have time to boast about himself like this.

"And then?" Jonathan frowned. Although Jordan inherited his father's superpowers, he didn't have much experience handling this level of mission independently.

"Then I was hit on the head with a club, right when I let my guard down! It came from behind, and the force was ridiculously strong! I took more than twenty blows before I passed out."

Jordan's tone regained a hint of his former pride.

But it immediately went slump again.

"A knockout?" Jonathan almost thought he'd misheard. A Kryptonian with a body of steel, knocked out with a physical knockout?
"Yes! A sudden, fatal blow!"

Jordan confirmed with shame and indignation, "There was kryptonite on that stick. They said it wasn't originally meant to be a self-defense stick for me, and then I was dragged to a room in St. Caesar's Church and locked up!"

Jonathan's brow furrowed even deeper.

Kryptonite?

This is not something an ordinary criminal could obtain.

"Who grabbed you? What did she look like?" "I didn't see her face! She was too fast! And she was wearing a hood..." Jordan tried to recall, his tone becoming more excited and incredulous.

"But when I was dragged in, I vaguely saw it! On her forehead! There was another eye! Three eyes! Really! So actually, I didn't lose unjustly at all."

"Right? This is definitely not an ordinary person! He has an extra eye compared to me!" Jordan was still trying to make excuses for his disheveled appearance, which really showed that he couldn't distinguish between the important and the trivial.

Three eyes? Jonathan's brain raced, searching his memory bank for relevant information, but to no avail. The description sounded more like that of some mythical creature.

“She’s absolutely insane!” Jordan continued to complain. “She tied me up tightly with metal chains mixed with kryptonite powder! And then she just kept muttering things like I ‘don’t look like a good person,’ ‘smell of sulfur and hell,’ and suspected I was a demon in disguise! She insisted on performing some kind of exorcism on me!”

"She's serious! She looks at me like I'm a bug!" Jordan panicked again, stemming from his distrust of the unknown exorcism ritual.

He felt that the other person was the devil.

Upon hearing this, Jonathan fell silent for a moment.

"Uh... Jordan, you certainly don't have the air of a good person."

He told his second brother the truth.

There was a dead silence on the other end of the line.

Five seconds later, Jordan erupted in a suppressed, extremely angry growl: "Jonathan Kent!!! This is no time for jokes!!! I'm your brother! Come save me! Please! I feel like she's about to come in with holy water and a cross and pour it down my throat!"

So that's what he was afraid of.

Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but chuckle.

Jonathan could almost picture his brother blushing and looking utterly helpless.

At the same time, his thinking logic is exceptionally clear.

“Jordan, listen to me.” Jonathan’s tone became very cautious, even with a calmness as if he were analyzing a case. “Look at this plot, does it seem familiar to you?”

"What plot?" Jordan asked, puzzled.

"It was you who got captured and then asked me for help. So, out of brotherhood, I went to rescue you all by myself. But probably because we weren't prepared or the enemy was too cunning, I got captured too. Then we were both locked up, and we had no choice but to ask Ian for help again."

"In the end, Ian came to save us, but he was also captured." Jonathan paused, letting the hypothesis settle in Jordan's mind, before continuing his calm analysis.

"In the end, the villains used the three of us as hostages to threaten my dad. Don't question me, that's how it's portrayed on TV and in comics. So, based on the principles of risk control and maximizing efficiency, I think the most important thing I should do right now is not to get carried away and rush to Seattle."

“I should call Dad right now. I should ask him to come and rescue you. That way, even if that three-eyed mysterious man really wants to use you to threaten Dad, at least Dad still has me and Ian, his two sons, to be safe, and he won't be so constrained. Strategically speaking, this would maximize Dad's freedom of action and reduce overall risk. What do you think?”

Jonathan's words were clear, logical, and well-organized, unlike what one would expect from a high school student who had just been woken up from a dream. However, behind his absolute rationality, there was clearly a lack of familial affection.

Jordan fell silent again on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, so long that Jonathan thought the signal had been lost, Jordan's voice finally came through, faint and filled with disbelief and deep doubt:
"Jonathan Kent... are you really my brother? Is this the time to plot the 'battle for the crown prince' and figure out how to keep Dad's forces alive?! You weren't picked up from some trash can by Mom and Dad, were you?! Or are you the devil! The devil who came here specifically to annoy me!"

He was roaring.

Jonathan was unfazed by his brother's accusations. "This is the best and most rational thing I can think of right now. Trust me, Jordan. I'm calling Dad right now."

"No! No! Please don't!" Jordan screamed immediately, his voice filled with fear. "We can't let Dad find out! He'll beat our asses to a pulp! I secretly took on side jobs and got smacked with kryptonite and locked up to be exorcised! It's so shameful! I'll become a disgrace to the family!"

Jonathan calmly retorted, "Calm down, Jordan. Think about it, you're the one who's going to get a spanking. I'm just an innocent, powerless older brother who calmly analyzed the situation and chose the most effective way to get help after receiving my brother's distress call. I've done my best."

After saying that, without waiting for Jordan to protest again, Jonathan decisively hung up the phone. Without any hesitation, he immediately found the number labeled "Dad" in his contacts and dialed it.

at the same time.

Superman, who was originally discussing with Batman how to deal with Darkseid's possible retaliation, had already sensed Jordan's situation as he descended over Seattle.

He sensed the situation below.

The phone rang.

However, he did not answer the call. Instead, he just watched as Jordan was placed into an exorcism array by a girl dressed in purple and roasted like a pig.

He can read people's minds, so he's not in a hurry.

This is what mature fatherly love is like.

Children should always be given room to grow, so that they can realize that not everything in this world can be solved by brute force. As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes.

Without an external brain of his own, Jordan's actions were incredibly reckless.

……

Meanwhile, in another dimension.

[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.]

【Mutant Overlord lv3 [1/40]】

Strength: 1458-1474

[Physical fitness: 1666-1680]

Intelligence: 73.4-88.8

[Spirit: 618-624]

……

Having gained another significant boost in intelligence, Ian was unaware of the chaotic situation on Earth. After a half-dream, half-awake state, Ian Kent suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt his body and mind become stronger again, especially his mind. His already brilliant super brain became even more brilliant after advancing to the [Mutant Overlord] profession.

"I still have two more family member slots, and I need to find a way to use them to maximize their benefits." He even remembered that he hadn't continued to develop his family members before.

Well, to be honest, the main problem is that I haven't met the right person yet.

“Perhaps there are many frustrated young people in the Marvel Universe who yearn for my help.” Ian propped himself up and began to look around.

He had assumed he would appear in the Marvel Zombie Universe he had left before, and even thought that Tony's daughter, Morgan Stark, would be a very good candidate.

however.

Everything around him was so unfamiliar. Although it also had that decadent vibe, it was much more decadent than the zombie universe, and it was clear at a glance that this was not a place Ian was familiar with.

"What have you done to me this time?"

Ian was somewhat bewildered; he found himself in an incredibly vast and desolate wasteland. As far as the eye could see, there were endless, mountain-like piles of… garbage?
Besides the spaceship he had launched from Earth, there were other things here that looked like scrap metal, various kinds of wreckage piled on top of each other, covered in rust, stretching to the horizon. He saw broken spaceship hulls, their styles quite different, some resembling cyberpunk creations.

Some of them have a texture resembling biological slime, and a few even look like jet planes from Earth, only their models are so old they look like exhibits in a museum.

Mixed among these mountains of metal debris were countless other things: broken Greek columns, half of the Statue of Liberty's torch, huge, unidentified white skulls of creatures, and even an entire... ship? Ian squinted, looking closely at a particularly conspicuous, enormous wreckage in the distance.

"Titanic?"

Ian read out the name of the massive, wrecked ship. The legendary behemoth now lay crookedly in a mountain of junk, resembling a toy carelessly discarded by a giant, its broken hull clearly visible.

In addition, the air was filled with a metallic rust, dust, and some indescribable sense of emptiness. The sky was an eerie, ever-changing dark purple and orange-red, with no stars or sun in sight, only some distorted bands of light slowly writhing like dying worms.

"So, this is a cosmic junkyard." My mind was itching to remember something when, just then, from behind a small mountain made up of countless shattered television screens in the distance, a low and terrifying roar came. That sound was something no known life form on Earth could produce.

It was filled with primal, brutal, and a chilling sense of emptiness.

"Sure enough! There's a monster!" Ian immediately became alert, crouched down, and carefully climbed onto a pile of wreckage that looked like a refrigerator and microwave oven, looking toward the source of the sound.

In the far distance, on a relatively open "garbage plain," a gigantic, indescribable creature was slowly moving.

It has no fixed shape, as if it was temporarily formed by the exhaust gas, distorted light and some kind of dark matter in the surrounding environment, and its size is as large as a mountain.

The monster sometimes resembled a giant, wriggling worm, and at other times it stretched out, transforming into a terrifying, translucent, ever-changing face that covered half the sky. Wherever it passed, even the distorted bands of light were sucked into its body, making the space around it appear even darker and more empty.

"Ellios".

Ian confirmed from the suddenly appearing creature that he was indeed in the place he had thought of: the Time Management Bureau's junkyard at the end of Marvel time.

Elios is a monster that devours everything.

Its creation predates the "Big Bang" of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

In the void where time was still a chaotic void, it condensed from the "primordial cloud"—a cloud that had no temperature, no form, only endless hunger.

Elios instinctively devoured everything around it: tiny particles, distorted energy, even fragments of time. Gradually, it developed its own consciousness and understood its mission.

Devour everything, and become the only eternity.

Helios is not merely a monster, but a symbol of the terror of time itself. It represents "the end"—the end of timelines, the end of civilization, the end of existence itself.

This thing is a unique life form in the Marvel Universe, possessing terrifying power.

"Why did I have to work until the end of the time limit?"

Because Ian lacks experience outside the Marvel Cinematic Universe, he was momentarily confused but couldn't understand why he was in this situation.

Ian Kent's brain was still frantically processing the two very disjointed pieces of information: "the time-end junkyard" and "the atmospheric creature Arios".

In the distance, the enormous creature composed of abandoned spacetime and void energy—Arios—seemed to sense something. Its massive body, which was constantly changing shape, suddenly stopped, and countless "eyes" temporarily formed from waste gas and dark matter turned in unison towards Ian's direction.

A chilling sensation, as if targeted by a apex predator, instantly coursed through Ian's body!
"Roar--!!!"

A roar far clearer and more deafening than before tore through the deathly silence. The sound contained a primal greed and hunger for fresh time energy and for existence in another dimension!

Arios moved!

Its mountain-like body no longer moved slowly, but rushed towards Ian at a speed completely disproportionate to its size!

Wherever the monster went, mountains of garbage and debris were crushed into dust by an invisible force, distorted bands of light were devoured, and the color of the entire eerie sky became more chaotic and dim due to its violent actions!

A true transformation of heaven and earth!

"Can't escape!"

Ian, who had no intention of running away, found an excuse for himself. A set of black and red armor full of streamlined violent aesthetics instantly multiplied, extended and covered his whole body from under his skin like a living thing!
That's mimicry armor.

Grotesque horn-like structures pierced from the shoulders and the back of the helmet, and cold, scarlet compound eyes shone on the visor! Faced with this extraordinary monster, Ian seemed to have grown two extra arms for himself.

The Black Death Sword and the Eternal Spear were each firmly grasped in these two hands. As for Ian's own original small hands, they naturally held the icy treasure box that had belonged to him since ancient times.

"These things have all been reforged by Lord Ian's divine power!"

The wealthy warrior prepared to fight. However, just as Arios's terrifying, sky-covering body was about to crush him, and Ian was about to swing the Eternal Spear in a desperate last stand...

Whoosh!
A lithe, green figure darted out like a ghost from the ruins of a pile of dilapidated television sets behind him! The movement was so fast that it left only a blur!
The man gave Ian no time to react, grabbing his original small hand, which had just been freed up because he had used one hand to hold the Ice Box high and kill the Statue of Liberty.

Then, with astonishing brute force, he dragged Ian and turned to run away!

The speed was truly incredible. Ian, who didn't have time to resist, was almost dragged to the ground, his legs, which hadn't immediately started moving, scraping against the ground.

Rao is so.

Ian still didn't move his leg.

"What are you doing?! Let me go! I can fight! Don't let my low health fool you, I've always been low health, I can turn the tables! My gear is great!"

Ian was so angry that he yelled loudly.

"Damn it! Let me go! I haven't even gone to the bow of the Titanic to strike a pose and shout that I am the king of the universe yet. Do you know that you've made the universe miss its chance to climb up the ladder?"

"You actually held my hand, my hand! Even my mother has never held my hand this tightly... Holding hands costs fifty yuan! Kissing... wait, something's not right!"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The person dragging him seemed annoyed by his noise and suddenly yanked him. In that instant, Ian, through the distorted light reflected from a huge metal can on the side, saw the person dragging him away.

The other person wore a green cloak with slight gold patterns and a horned crown.

There was also a black, tight-fitting combat suit that outlined a slender yet powerful figure, and a profile that carried a hint of rebellion, cunning, and extreme impatience.

"Damn it! You're female Loki! Kissing service is closed!" Ian recognized the other person instantly, and the flirtatious words he was about to say were abruptly changed.

"Shut up!"

Without turning her head, Loki dragged him even harder, squeezing into a narrow crevice made of a wrecked spaceship hull, and growled irritably.

"Why did Loki make me come looking for you, you idiot? Do you think those things of yours can be picked up anywhere..." Female Loki's voice was crisp, full of rage.

So she wasn't able to finish her sentence.

"Zi La~"

Because he had studied with President Trump, Ian, who swore that only his mother could call him an idiot, immediately taped her little mouth shut.

"Whatever you want from me, find another sycophantic Loki. This Loki isn't sweet-talking enough." Ian, who had already realized that the Loki the other party was referring to was probably the strongest Loki, shouted at the air.

"?????"

Female Loki is completely red-hot.

They also directly included the red-skinned race.

His eyes were about to pop out.

(End of this chapter)