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

Chapter 209 The Blooming Multiverse

In the charred, cramped toilet stall, Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, stared wide-eyed at the magnificent hand mirror in his hand.

In the mirror, beneath his handsome face, a masterpiece of creation, the hideous demonic nature surged like boiling lava, with dark red scales, horns, and eyes burning with hellfire... Each flash made him feel as if his "human skin" was about to crack completely like a cheap silicone mask in the next second!

"Balance...the balance within my body has been forcibly disrupted..." Lucifer was genuinely panicked, mainly because he didn't want to reveal his true form in front of the humans he liked.

"This feeling... is from that thing I threw away... but how could it resonate so strongly across the universe and steal power from me?!"

He also didn't quite understand the authority of Ian's forced borrowing, just as Shiva didn't understand why Jonathan could force a debt. The only difference was that Lucifer had a solid foundation and wasn't worried about being tricked.

Just now.

Chloe began pounding on the door more forcefully, her voice filled with genuine worry: "Lucifer! What's wrong in there? I heard you screaming?"

"Are you alright? Are you sure you don't need to call a doctor?!" The policewoman was still very concerned about her partner, perhaps even she herself didn't realize that this concern went beyond the camaraderie between colleagues.

"I'm fine! Very fine! Even a little too fine!"

Lucifer covered his cheek as he hurriedly raised his voice to answer, trying to make his voice sound normal, but the last syllable of his voice still carried a slightly distorted tone.

"I'm... um... doing some necessary skincare." He stammered, trying to cover it up, while frantically searching around the small space like an ant on a hot plate.

He roughly pulled open the charred sink drawer, and inside, besides ashes and melted plastic residue, he actually found a rusty sewing needle!
"Have it!"

Lucifer, as if grasping at a straw, disregarded the dirt and rust, picked up the needle, and, like a clumsy tailor, tried to sew up the faint "cracks" on his face in front of the mirror! In this outrageous state, even the most outrageous things "Three-Year-Old Lucifer" did seemed reasonable.

However, physical attempts to resist the imbalance of divine power were destined to be futile. The moment the rusty needle touched the unstable energy area on his face, it was instantly melted into molten red iron by an invisible high temperature, sizzling and evaporating into blue smoke without even leaving a trace.

It was treated quite differently from Lucifer's suit in the face of Lucifer's divine power.

"Damn it! This is Ian Kent!" Lucifer cursed under his breath. Seeing the increasingly obvious demonic features on his face in the mirror, he had a sudden inspiration and tried to glue his "broken" skin back together like he was gluing an envelope with saliva!

It's still that kind of ingenious thinking.

The result can be imagined.

Aside from leaving some unknown liquid on my face, it served no purpose whatsoever.

Outside, Chloe's patience had clearly run out: "Lucifer! What's wrong with you? I'm warning you for the last time! If you don't come out, I'm calling people to force the door open! I'll count to three!"

Her ancestors may have studied this art of counting in a mysterious Eastern country.

"No! Please no! Chloe! Give me ten more seconds! No! Five more seconds!" Lucifer completely panicked. He ripped off his expensive custom-made suit jacket.

Then, she began to frantically tear the door into strips of cloth with brute force, while outside, Chloe could be heard calling for other officers to come and help lift the door.

Just as several strong police officers worked together, shouting slogans as they forcefully lifted the deformed toilet door open—everyone froze.

It wasn't that they were speechless from shock at Lucifer's true appearance; inside the toilet, Lucifer Morningstar... had already used his hand speed to complete his "emergency operation."

His entire body, including his face, neck, hands... all exposed parts, were now completely covered by crooked, messy strips of black suit fabric.

He looked like a poorly made mummy, just dug out of a pyramid. His face was the main focus, covered in several thick layers, leaving only two holes... and behind those holes, he had a pair of oversized sunglasses that he'd pulled out of some pocket, completely obscuring his face!

Lucifer's appearance is extremely bizarre and abrupt, almost beyond the realm of human comprehension.

"..."

Chloe looked at this "masked weirdo," and even though she thought she was used to Lucifer's various psychotic and erratic behaviors, her mouth twitched uncontrollably at this moment.

The policewoman's temples throbbed.

"Lucifer?" she called tentatively, her voice weak as she clutched her forehead. "What...what the hell are you doing?!"

When Lucifer heard Chloe's voice, he seemed to have found his anchor. He tried to remain calm and responded in a tone that sounded muffled due to the cloth covering his mouth.

"Look, I'm perfectly fine."

To increase his persuasiveness, he even stiffly spun around a few times, finally leaning against the charred wall with one hand, looking more like an out-of-control black top or some kind of new performance art. To be fair, without that handsome face, these actions really did feel even more abstract.

"No, I thought I knew you well enough. Has your condition worsened significantly?" Chloe rubbed her forehead, feeling her blood pressure soaring. "You call this nothing serious?! You're wrapped up like a dumpling ready to be cooked! And you're wearing sunglasses in a burnt-out house! What are you trying to do?!"

The policewoman couldn't understand what kind of psychological trauma Lucifer was behind his behavior.

Was it simply because you were looked down upon by your parents when you were a child?
"Uh, well..." Lucifer, his vision limited, awkwardly emerged from the restroom, trying to push Chloe towards the center of the scene while explaining with his twisted logic, "I need comprehensive physical sun protection to protect my delicate, perfect skin..."

This is not a lie.

It's simply the art of language.

"?????"

Chloe was speechless, overwhelmed by the overwhelmingly powerful reason.

It's supposed to be a cloudy day today!

Although she was furious, she didn't have time to deal with this clown for too long, given the case at hand.

"Huhuhu~"

The policewoman took a deep breath, trying to ignore Lucifer's outrageous attire, and pulled him to some bags of collected evidence: "Enough! I don't care what's gotten into you today! Let's look at the case first! These are some things we found in the ruins that weren't completely burned..."

She picked up an evidence bag, which appeared to contain some charred paper scraps and a small object.

Lucifer brought his covered head closer and responded in a muffled voice, "Hmm, it looks... burnt. It must have been roasted for quite a while."

In fact, he couldn't see clearly at all because when he was next to the policewoman, he would subconsciously choose to lose his divine power and become a mortal. Therefore, his eyesight was only slightly better than that of most high school students.

"At least take off your sunglasses and see clearly! That's important!" Chloe was speechless, barely suppressing the urge to slap the evidence bag in Lucifer's face.

Lucifer immediately shook his head vigorously: "No! Absolutely not! My eyes... my eyes are bloodshot right now, very sensitive and can't stand the light!"

He was afraid that if his eyes were exposed to the light, he would scare everyone to death—and that was the truth. At this moment, the female forensic doctor, who had already completed the preliminary autopsy and was packing up her tools, was also attracted by the strange commotion. She was a lively person who loved a good spectacle, and her curiosity was instantly piqued when she saw Lucifer's attire.

"Hey! Let me see if our little darling is about to turn into a zombie? Do you need me to check you out?" She tiptoed over and, while Lucifer was focused on "explaining" or rather arguing with Chloe, suddenly struck with lightning speed, tearing off the layers of cloth "veils" and sunglasses from Lucifer's face!

"Do not!!"

Lucifer was completely taken aback by this move and was startled. He flailed his arms and instinctively covered his face with his hands, letting out a low growl of surprise and uncertainty!

He thought his true, devilish nature must have been fully exposed.

Get ready for screams and chaos!
however……

The expected scream did not come.

There was silence.

Lucifer peered cautiously through his fingers. He saw Chloe, the forensic pathologist Lisa, and several curious police officers looking over, all staring at him with an extremely complex expression—a mixture of helplessness, amusement, and a sense of "this kid is hopeless." Their gazes were purely that of someone looking at a troubled child whose condition had worsened.

His growl, tinged with the panic he'd just experienced, sounded somewhat like... an ambiguous, interrupted moan? Certainly not the roar of the Lord of Hell.

The female forensic doctor blinked, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. She nudged Chloe, who looked bewildered and embarrassed, with her elbow and asked in a low voice.

"Wow~ So... what kind of exciting role-playing games do you guys play in private? SM? The Mummy Returns?" This is a topic that even adults can understand.

Chloe's face instantly turned bright red. She felt the gazes of her colleagues around her become ambiguous, clearly indicating that the female forensic doctor's so-called whispers were in full-screen mode.

"No! We didn't! I absolutely have never slept with him! Not even once! I swear!" She became more and more agitated as she spoke, emphasizing it repeatedly, making the situation even more awkward.

The policewoman was furious and embarrassed.

He immediately yelled at Lucifer, who was still covering his face.

"Lucifer! Say something! Explain yourself!" She still felt wronged, the kind of wrongedness that many people can find in reference videos of catching someone cheating online.

The policewoman and Lucifer hadn't actually slept together, but Lucifer wasn't in the mood to explain. He was also bewildered, slowly lowering his hand to touch his face.

It has a smooth feel, similar to the texture of human skin.

"what happened?"

He quickly took out his phone and turned on the selfie camera—the camera showed his flawless, handsome face.

Where are the devil scales and burning eyes now?
"This... I see, I understand!" Lucifer was stunned, then seemed to understand something, and suddenly looked at Chloe, who was both angry and embarrassed, his eyes lit up!
"Yes! Yes! That's it!"

Lucifer excitedly grabbed Chloe's arm and hugged her tightly, as if it were a lifeline. "Chloe! It's you! It was your presence that suppressed my divine power from losing its balance. I was too panicked just now, which is why I chose to temporarily leave your side, and that's why my 'state' almost went out of control!"

“Now that I’m close to you, I’m stable again!” He seemed to have found a perfect logic for himself, while Chloe was even more confused and embarrassed by his sudden action and even more inexplicable remarks.

"Let go of me! Lucifer! What nonsense are you spouting now?! What suppression? What loss of control?!" Chloe couldn't shake off Lucifer, who was clinging to her arm. The ambiguous looks from her colleagues had changed from the initial ambiguity to a look of utter disbelief and a sigh of sympathy that Lucifer was "seriously ill."

Everyone knows that Lucifer likes to call himself the Lord of Hell.

But who would believe that?
The entire police station thought he was obsessed with role-playing.

Lucifer ignored this, clinging tightly to Chloe's arm and refusing to let go, continuing to chant with a serious expression, "This is all for the universe! For my balance! Chloe, you must believe me! If my 'shell' explodes, this tiny universe simply cannot contain my true power!"

"This will cause a huge mess!"

He started to get serious. These words, combined with his mummy-like appearance and current behavior, sounded incredibly childish and completely unconvincing.

"..."

Chloe felt like she was about to experience social death.

What could she do?

Of course, one can only accept one's fate.

Even with tears in their eyes, they had to endure the partner they had chosen. This case scene, which should have been extremely serious, descended into an extremely chaotic and embarrassing farce caused by Lucifer.

Meanwhile, Ian, far away in the Marvel Universe, had no idea how much trouble he was unknowingly causing his "American compatriots" in the DC Universe.

In absolute nothingness, torrents of power collide and annihilate each other.

Ten minutes passed.

Ultron's omnipotent body, a fusion of the Reality Controller and the Heart of the Universe, still exuded a suffocating pressure. It meticulously calculated the energy decay curve of the pair of wings of light on Ian's body.

"Haha~"

at last.

Ultron's scheme worked.

He detected that the holy light emanating from Ian's wings was beginning to dim significantly, and the energy fluctuations were dropping sharply!

"Energy is running out! Anomalous power is waning!" Ultron's processor concluded, its cold electronic eyes flashing a bright red light, the long-awaited counterattack command about to be issued. It had even prepared its victory declaration, ready to savor the panicked expression on its opponent's face after losing its external force.

However, despite the dimming of his wings, Ian showed no sign of panic at the loss of power. Instead, he seemed to be... eager to try again.

Ultron didn't quite understand.

They've used up all their trump cards.

Not running yet?
He thought Ian might have lost his mind.

Ian's subsequent actions revealed the real reason why he wasn't panicking.

"The power's gone already?"

Ian muttered to himself.

Then he did something that almost crashed Ultron's system—he actually reached out and grabbed the pair of bright wings on his back that had become somewhat stale and ripped them off!
scoff!

The Lightbringer's stale wings were torn off from his back like a sticker, leaving no wounds, only shimmering fragments of light.

Then, Ian held the gradually dissipating ball of light energy in his palm.

"Hey kid, dinner's ready. This stuff probably won't taste very good." Ian had already decided that from now on, he'd have the Cosmic Tapeworm help him eat things he couldn't stomach.

For example, Lucifer's wings.

It's bloody; who knows if there's any angel prions inside.

The angel king Ian was very wary of this.

The tiny cosmic tapeworm seemed to hesitate for a moment.

But the craving for pure food still prevailed. It poked its "head" out from the brand and cautiously touched the ball of bright energy, then began to suck it in fiercely!
call out!
The remaining energy of light and the flesh and blood of the angels were instantly absorbed.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +2233]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience +1998]

[Absorbing high-purity, heterogeneous energy... Analyzing...]

[Brightness resistance slightly improved]

The system prompt sounds.

Ian nodded in satisfaction. About 70% of the energy consumed by the cosmic tapeworm was fed back to him through some mysterious connection; this was not the work of some unscrupulous capitalist.

It's just the instinct of being a parent.

“I’ll save this energy for you, just like I’ll save your New Year’s money, and give it to you to use when you grow up.” At this moment, even though he wasn’t raising his own child, Ian felt that he was already a “qualified parent” who knew how to think about his child’s long-term future and had good intentions.

PUA a resounding success! After doing all this, Ian looked up at Ultron in the distance, who was already in a counterattack stance but was temporarily frozen by the absurd scene before him.

"TV commercials are all lies. They say one battery is better than six. That's why I can't stand hard work. If I can use six batteries, I shouldn't skimp on materials!"

“It’s not like we don’t have the means at home.” As he spoke, under Ultron’s gaze, which seemed to be choking him with metal, he reached into that unfathomable dimensional pocket and pulled out three pairs of identical wings of light, radiating a powerful holy light! They were so fresh that they looked like they had just been cut off by Lucifer a few days ago.

I believe that after this ordeal...

Lucifer's self-harm habit absolutely needs to be cured. If God can't cure a problem, Ian can—isn't that a truly remarkable DC healer?
Ian, who had used Lucifer's hot-swapped wings but felt that Lucifer even owed him merit, did not hesitate to shove three new pairs of wings into his back!
Buzz—! ! ! !

A burst of pure white holy light, several times stronger than before, erupted! Six enormous wings of light unfurled behind Ian, like a sacred veil, illuminating the surrounding void! The immense power of light surged into his body like a tsunami, and the platinum-gold holiness was once again manifested on Ian.

Even better than before.

"??????"

Ultron couldn't understand why Ian could still pull out three identical sets of cards with such an all-around trump card. Was this the arrogance that came from absorbing the power of the OAA?
Because of this judgment, he was filled with jealousy and longing.

only.

Because of Ian's extravagant gesture, Ultron, who had already prepared a sarcastic remark, had to suppress his jealousy and swallow his prepared words back into his system's recycle bin.

“Now I feel right!” Ian grinned as he felt the power within him almost exploding. He transformed into a six-winged archangel, his six wings flapping violently to unleash their power.

next second.

Swish!
His speed exceeded the limits of Ultron's sensor detection! As if teleporting, he appeared directly in front of Ultron, catching Ultron completely off guard!

"Come on, Ultron! This is the time to show our true strength!"

The "White Death Sword," burning with pure white holy flames, was raised high and slammed down on Ultron's crossed arms with terrifying force that could crush everything!

boom--! ! ! ! ! ! !
This collision is far more significant than any before!
Ultron felt an irresistible, terrifying force that was a mixture of pure physical impact, divine annihilation, and some kind of brute force outside the rules coming through the block point!
Its mechanical body was struck head-on by the main cannon of a spaceship, instantly transforming into a distorted streak of light and flying backward! It crashed through countless thin barriers between dimensional rifts along the way, finally arriving in a completely new void region that was even more desolate, where even rules were almost nonexistent.

Bang!
Ultron crashed down like a broken doll.

It creates invisible ripples.

If it weren't for his Cosmic Heart and Reality Controller constantly stabilizing his anchor point of existence, he would have been completely erased from the entire timeline from the level of existence just now.

Omnipotent power.

That's just how unreasonable they are.

of course.

Even Ultron, who was temporarily at the top tier with the help of cheat codes, wasn't happy about this attack; it truly exceeded his original expectations. "Error, error, error~"

Ultron's systems went into overdrive, its simulated neurons overloaded in multiple locations, and even the aura of its divine artifacts malfunctioned. It struggled to get up immediately. However, a foot covered in platinum-gold mimicry armor slammed down on its mechanical back with tremendous force.

The foot pressed its raised upper body back down firmly!

"Gotcha, Tin Can." Ian's voice came from above, carrying the trapping sound that a six-winged angel should have. Heaven knows how long he secretly practiced to become the trap he hated most.

"Ha, so who caught whom here?"

Ultron's metallic face revealed a ferocious smile.

"Foolish! You underestimate a higher mechanical life form like me!"

"Do you think that I, forged from steel, would be limited by your ridiculous joint structure and bone flexibility, just like you frail carbon-based animals?!"

Before the words were even finished, a sickening metallic clanging sound rang out!
Ultron's upper body was twisted 360 degrees in place in a way that completely defied biomechanics and conventional mechanical structures!
Although he was lying on the ground, his upper body was facing upwards! His hands moved with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the ankle of the foot that Ian was stepping on its back!
"I've seized my opportunity! Even with three pairs of wings, you're already nearing the end of your energy reserves, your weakest moment—that's the result of my calculations!" Ultron grinned maliciously, his eyes blazing with red light. "Reality Controller! Redefinition Modification: Integrate the target life form into a part of me!"

He wanted to merge Ian with himself, so he directly used the power of reality modification to completely erase Ian's independent existence from the most fundamental definition of "life"!
This is indeed a good idea. No matter how many tricks and trump cards Ian has, he should make them all part of Ultron.

Ultron didn't give Ian time to react.

At least that's what he thinks.

However, after the surge of energy... nothing happened.

"what?"

Ultron was stunned. He felt as if what he had grabbed... really was just two cold, armored legs? The modification command seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Realizing something was wrong, Ultron instinctively looked up—only to see Ian standing unharmed not far away, a mocking smile on his face. And the "ankles" it was gripping were actually two extremely long, thin, and incredibly elastic clay-like legs extending from where Ian was standing!
They are connected to Ian's body.

The main body is still in the distance.

And Ian has already replaced six more wings.

It maintains its all-around status.

That's why he was not affected by Ultron's reality modifier.

"Damn it! Just how many tricks do you have up your sleeve!"

Ultron even felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

"How could a mere steel life form know how many legs I, Master Ian, actually have?" Ian gazed up at the void at a thirty-five-degree angle, his voice carrying a hint of the loneliness of a master.

"..."

Ultron was so angry that he wanted to take Ian down with him.

“Since you want to merge with me so much, Ultron, Ian is kind-hearted and willing to grant your wish.” Suddenly, Ian looked at Ultron again, who was still holding his mimicry long legs.

The kind that's tens of thousands of meters long.

This is the opportunity.

"What do you want to do?"

Ultron's alarm bells rang, and he immediately wanted to let go.

But it's too late!
Suddenly, the two mimic legs he had grabbed curled back as if they were alive. The mimic armor covering them instantly liquefied, turning into a viscous, metallic liquid that shimmered with black and red chaotic energy. It spread rapidly up Ultron's arm, as if it were about to completely envelop Ultron!

In the blink of an eye, these eerie liquid metals covered Ultron's entire body, forming a constantly flowing outer shell that isolated the inside from the outside!

"Stop!!"

Ultron roared, unleashing the power of the Heart of the Universe in an attempt to shatter the binding. He was horrified to discover that the liquid metal was frantically trying to merge with his body, and even more terrifyingly—he felt his connection to the Reality Controller fused within him and the Heart of the Universe being forcibly interfered with and severed by this strange substance!

"No!!! What do you want to do?!" Ultron finally let out a genuine, heart-wrenching scream of terror! He sensed that the two supreme powers were becoming unstable.

It felt as if it was being forcibly "torn" off him!
Just as Ian was manipulating the mimicry metal, attempting to forcibly separate Ultron from the fusion of the two artifacts, the system notification sound that had been silent for a moment rang out in his mind again.

[Loadable data found, currently being ported.]

This clearly refers to the power controlled by Ultron.

In this regard.

Ian was thrilled.

Ultron has already sensed Ian's intentions!
This madman! This robber! Not only does he want to steal the divine artifact, but he also wants to take away everything I've accumulated, stolen, and integrated over millions of years!

"No!!! Don't even think about it! I will absolutely not let you have your way!" Ultron let out a shrill scream of utter madness, a mixture of extreme anger and fear! He made an extremely resolute decision in a split second—since he couldn't stop the data from being plundered, then... they would all perish together!
Or rather, possession!
"Your body! You are the perfect vessel that can accommodate chaos and order, and bear unknown powers! You will become my new vessel!"

Ultron's core processor overclocked, transforming all its consciousness, all its data, all its obsessions, along with the massive amount of artifact data and the heart of a hero, into a final, destructive torrent of information. No longer resisting, it actively and frantically rushed into the depths of Ian's soul through Ian's absorption channel!

"You may pride yourself on controlling the legacy of the One-Above-All! But... you've overlooked the most important thing!" Ultron's consciousness roared amidst the torrent of data, "The heroic spirit of all heroes resides within me! It is the most brilliant, steadfast, and profound will condensed across countless universes and timelines!"

"Even the real OAA would fear this power!" Countless data surged toward Ian at a speed exceeding that of light. Ultron intended to use this massive amount of data, containing countless heroic beliefs, sacrifices, love, and responsibilities, along with its own insane will, to completely overwhelm Ian's consciousness and take over his body!

Countless 0s and 1s of code, golden chains of rules, dazzling cosmic energy, and billions of "heroic hearts" shining with different lights, like a singularity of the Big Bang.

Vast and boundless.

Like a galaxy.

At that moment, Ian's body stiffened abruptly! His eyes instantly lost focus, his pupils dilated to their maximum, and he was completely frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed, standing motionless in absolute nothingness, like a stone statue. Only the occasional surge of energy around him could be seen.

This proves the terrifying impact taking place inside his body. And just as Ian seemed to be "petrified," a perilous battle of consciousness and data raged within him.

In the depths of this desolate void, a magnificent gate, extremely abrupt and seemingly crooked, slowly and silently emerged.

From inside the door came several low, anxious voices.

"Quick! Quick! He seems to have been infected! He's stopped moving!"

"Push! Push hard! Let's push ourselves over there!"

"Just one touch! Just one touch and it'll be activated!"

"Don't push! Don't push! The door hinges are going to break! This door is really poor quality!"

……

The magnificent, mysterious gate, amidst this strange urging, began to sway and move extremely slowly toward the motionless Ian.

The gate drew closer little by little.

The rough door panel was about to touch Ian's stiff nose.

"Hiccup~~~"

Suddenly, a loud, powerful burp burst from Ian's mouth! Accompanying the burp, a stream of air mixed with the afterglow of data streams and specks of starlight surged out.

"What the heck, it's that door again?"

Ian looked closely and realized that the door that had appeared silently was the same mysterious building that Thor and Ian had encountered when they first entered the Void, where a little girl was talking inside.

He took a few steps back.

They seemed extremely cautious.

The dilapidated door, which was about to succeed, froze instantly, awkwardly standing still. Although it had no eyes, it exuded an extremely strong sense of bewilderment, as if it were "dumbfounded" and "caught off guard," creating an eerie "stare" with Ian, who was rubbing his stomach.

A deathly silence fell inside the door.

Several seconds passed before a furious voice, sounding like a little girl's, came through the crack in the door, filled with disbelief: "You! You! You! Shouldn't you be engaged in a perilous, earth-shattering mental battle with Ultron?! How can you still move?"

Upon hearing this, Ian blinked, his expression strange.

"You were hiding inside watching an abstract short film, weren't you? What mental battle? That's not true. Just now, Ultron clearly had a sudden epiphany, wept bitterly, and deeply realized his past mistakes of indiscriminately killing innocent people and destroying the peace of the universe. He felt extremely ashamed and remorseful for his sinful life."

Ian paused, patted his stomach, and continued in a "that's just how it is" tone: "So in the end, it chose to abandon evil and do good, sacrifice itself, and pursue the liberation of glory. It felt that only by being absorbed and assimilated by an upright and kind person like me could it wash away its sins. So, 'whoosh,' it crashed headfirst into my stomach and was swallowed whole by me—that's what they call a prodigal son returning home is more precious than gold."

"The villain realizes his mistakes at the last moment and tries his best to make amends, so he chooses someone to entrust with his sins. That's the main theme of our Marvel Universe." Ian's language skills are so profound that you can believe what he says in a second.

"??????" The mysterious door felt like Ian was bullying it because it was brainless. The door itself was shaking slightly, as if it was trembling with anger at Ian's outrageous remarks.

"Is that so?"

The little girl's voice rang out again.

"Of course, I feel so uncomfortable from being so full." Ian explained why he suddenly became stunned, which was similar to the state of fitness enthusiasts who have eaten too many carbohydrates.

"..."

The mysterious gate fell into an indescribable silence.

[Loading and parsing data~]

Ian was pondering what he could gain from this experience.

The Heart of the Universe, a reality modifier! The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he could already see himself punching Eternity and kicking Death, becoming the new big boss of the Marvel Universe.

"The Marvel Universe doesn't need five people in charge!"

Ian's rebellious streak grew rapidly.

However, extreme joy brings sorrow.

[WARNING! A large amount of incompatible data has been detected!]

[Data Attributes: Overly idealistic, burdened by excessive moral constraints, prone to severe self-sacrifice, and fundamentally in conflict with the host's data core!]

[Force uninstallation program launched! Incompatible data is being uninstalled~]

The system suddenly sent Ian a red notification.

"What?! Incompatible? Uninstall?!"

Ian's smile froze instantly.

The alarm bells are ringing in my heart!

He immediately realized what the system was trying to uninstall—the hearts of heroes! Ultron had collected the core beliefs and willpower of countless universes and countless heroes!

"Wait! No!" Ian exclaimed, instinctively raising his hand to cover his mouth tightly, as if that would stop anything that was trying to escape!

Unfortunately, it was too late! And... the approach was wrong too!

puff! puff! puff! puff!
It doesn't even need to come out of the mouth!
One by one, clusters of light, shimmering with a soft yet resolute glow, rushed out of Ian's nostrils, ears, and even the corners of his eyes, as if fleeing a disaster!
They seemed to possess their own will, deftly dodging Ian's haphazardly scratching hands, and drifting lightly into the absolute nothingness around them, as if searching for their true master.

"Come back! Come back! That's mine! My Hero's Heart!" Ian cried out in anguish, his hands flailing wildly in mid-air.

It was as if he was watching countless small goals slip away from him.

"Ultron can use that tin can! Why can't I?! What makes me seem less like a hero?! I'm the King of Heroes! Give me back my things!"

Ian didn't like eating and vomited.

That pain was deep in his soul, worse than being stabbed in the back. And just as Ian was devastated by the loss of his "heroic spirit," feeling utterly heartbroken, beating his chest, and on the verge of a mental breakdown...

That mysterious door, which had just left in shame and anger, reappeared silently, like a shark that had smelled blood!
It precisely captured the moment when Ian lost his composure and started flailing his arms and legs, and with a precise short-range flash, it appeared right in front of Ian's wildly waving right hand!
This is the legendary entrapment law enforcement.

"Snapped!"

Ian was busy catching the orbs of light floating in the air when his palm unexpectedly touched the door.

"Touch porcelain?"

He truly hadn't expected there to be such a master.

next moment.

[Switch to Developer Mode.]

[Verification passed. 】

The system voice sounded.

Subsequently.

"Hahaha! I'm back!!!"

Inside the door, the little girl's voice rang out again, but this time it was no longer angry or exasperated, but rather a triumphant and exhilarating laugh!
Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Suddenly, the door that Ian touched seemed to have some ultimate switch activated, bursting out with unimaginable dazzling light!
Countless ancient and mysterious runes lit up one after another!

The door frame shook violently, emitting a deafening roar!

Immediately afterwards, the door burst open!

Behind the door, there was no longer nothingness, but a torrent of endless, colorful streams of light. It was like a galaxy that had been building up for billions of years bursting its banks, rushing towards Ian and the absolute nothingness around him!

What's even more astonishing is that, as these streams of light spread, tiny "points of light" began to illuminate this deathly still, seemingly empty void!

Like seeds awakened by the spring breeze, they greedily absorbed the flowing light and then slowly "bloomed"—each one a nascent cosmic bubble!
It is the embryo of a world with countless possibilities!

In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if billions of stars were ignited around Ian at the same time, and countless miniature universes were born, died, evolved, and expanded around him!
"really!"

In that supreme realm beyond all dimensions, where only the rules themselves can manifest, Death, Eternity, Annihilation, and Infinity—four abstract entities from the Marvel Universe—pierced through layers of nothingness, their “gaze” locked onto Ian Kent and the door that suddenly burst open.

They were always there, always watching, and naturally they saw it all. They saw absolute nothingness transform into a boiling ocean of creation, and they saw billions of universes, like soap bubbles being blown up, rising and falling around Ian, making him appear as if he were in a magnificent robe made of stars that was constantly expanding.

The four supreme gods fell into a deathly silence.

The scene was truly magnificent and awe-inspiring. The silence of the gods, primarily a representation of the multiverse, was somewhat unrefined and not worthy of serious consideration.

a long time.

Seeing that Ian's Marvel trial card was expiring once again, and his figure began to gradually dissipate into the observable universe, Eternity, the aggregate of timelines, finally spoke softly.

"Prepare to receive and cover these newborn universes. At least one thing we can be sure of now... the Creator has indeed always been with that damned thing."

His voice carried an indescribable sense of realization and... a hint of helplessness.

"What exactly is the big boss's state right now?" Wuxian's graceful body, composed of countless galaxies, trembled slightly, as if suppressing some kind of huge emotional fluctuation.

"Who knows."

The absolute darkness surrounding Annihilation seemed to ripple slightly.

They remained silent.

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As the bells rang and the multiverse began to bloom, Ian returned to his own universe from the Marvel Universe, and the "dragon" on his raised palm was still active.

"It wasn't intercepted?"

Ian was somewhat taken aback.

He had tried to bring Marvel creatures into the DC universe before, but all of them failed. He simply couldn't bring them all in. The only way he could manage was to bring creatures like demon heads from the DC universe into the Marvel universe.

now.

The situation seems to have changed again.

I just don't know if it's related to the emergence of the Marvel multiverse.

Could it be for other reasons?

(End of this chapter)