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

Chapter 211 Leaded Gasoline and Millionaires in Debt

Within the realm of the Dimensional God.

The sounds of horns and curses filled the streets like background noise.

Ultron, a purely mechanical life form, was now taking heavy, unsteady steps, looking like a soulless walking corpse.

His gait was more soulless than that of a real zombie. He ignored everything around him, his mind only focused on "92-octane gasoline" and that damned USB 2.0 port.

"How could this be? I must be dreaming... But I clearly don't have the ability to dream... No, maybe I really am dreaming. Actually, I'm a damned human who dreams that I'm a robot." To be able to mutter like this, you can imagine how chaotic Ultron's thinking was.

He walked back to the filthy alley, looking utterly dejected.

The entire machine leaned against the cold, graffiti-covered wall, evoking a sense of sadness that many people only experience in the dead of night. Despite being a mechanical hydraulic thigh, it could still helplessly and slowly slide to the ground.

"92 octane gasoline?"

A grimace, more like a grimace, appeared on Ultron Metal's face.

He muttered to himself, as if to finally confirm this cruel reality, mechanically reaching out to his backside and unscrewing the plastic cap on the filling port.

Then, he carefully reached inside with his finger and dabbed out a little of the remaining liquid. The fact that it was no longer a new energy robot was a huge blow to him, no less than a normal human discovering that their 28 centimeters had been reduced to 1 centimeter, or that their billionaire father was not their biological father.

"Damn it!"

Ultron rubbed the liquid on the metal palm of his other hand, and even brought it to his non-existent nose to smell it. Fortunately, he still had basic sensors in this area.

"It's even leaded gasoline! Holy crap!" At this moment, the omnipotent Ultron, the Heart of the Universe, and the Reality Controller all seemed like distant and ironic dreams.

The huge difference felt like the coldest engine oil.

It filled every circuit inside the Ultron system.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" Ultron felt as if he had been plotting against the heavens in the Time Bureau one moment, and the next moment he was just a street urchin.

After a brief silence.

It was an emotional outburst, like a volcanic eruption.

"Ian Kent!!!" Ultron roared in a heart-wrenching electronic voice, clearly filled with hatred, though the volume was slightly distorted due to the aging equipment.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground and started kicking and punching the trash cans and walls in the alley!
"How dare you humiliate me like this!!! You turned me into this wretched state!!! You imprisoned me with this garbage that's several generations behind!!!"

Ultron roared at the sun in the sky, smashing and cursing as he did so. His metal fists dented the walls, but the impact also caused various damage to his joints.

Soon, he couldn't smash anything anymore. Not because he had calmed down, but because a very conspicuous and flashing red notification popped up on his lagging visual interface.

[Warning: Low fuel! Please refuel immediately! Current fuel level: 3%]

Ultron: "..."

The anger in my heart seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of ice water, leaving only utter frustration and absurdity.

He, Ultron, the mechanical god who once intended to destroy the world and reshape the universe, is now worried about... running out of fuel? What kind of bizarre contrast is this?!
Despite his deep resentment, Ultron didn't want to become a mechanical overlord who died from energy depletion. Having studied the history of all civilizations in the universe, Ultron understood the crucial principle that "only by surviving can one exact revenge." Therefore, the will to survive temporarily replaced his anger.

Having been a lawless madman for a long time, Chuang's scarlet mechanical eyes flashed a few times before he rushed out of the alley again. This time, his target was, of course, that place.

Gas station!
Ultron is someone who knows how to heal himself psychologically; he even made fun of himself by making arrogant statements.

"Even if I've fallen to this state, I still have to treat myself to something good!"

Ao Chuang rushed straight to the 98-octane gasoline pump at a gas station, ripped it off, and clumsily shoved it into the filling port on his backside!
The behavior described in these lewd words truly infuriated Ultron.

"I have to endure it!"

That's what he told himself.

"Gudong Gudong..."

The crisp, 98-octane gasoline flowed into his "tank," bringing a strange...satisfaction? Ultron filled up while cautiously glancing around, ready to deal with any staff or even human police who tried to stop him. Given his current fighting capabilities, he figured even a gas station employee could easily take him down with a mop.

Ultron was very wary and worried.

However, it turned out that his mental activities were meaningless.

No one stopped him until he filled up the tank, put the nozzle back in its place, and even deliberately made some noise. The gas station attendant merely glanced at him through the glass window before continuing to play on his phone, as if he were just an ordinary robot with its own refueling program...?

"No wonder there are still cotton candy running around in this world. Ha, a false utopia has bred a bunch of species that should go extinct." A hint of smugness rose in Ultron's mind that "humans are all cowards."

He was prepared to deliver a few sarcastic remarks with his eyes from afar.

However, just as he ran a hundred meters away and finished editing the text, a new message suddenly popped up in an inconspicuous corner of his lagging visual interface.

The font was ridiculously small.

If Ultron hadn't been able to read information directly without needing to use the same cheap visual capture method as his rice, most people would probably need a microscope to see their eyeballs clearly.

[Gas station deduction complete: 200 Energy Coins, 300 Surcharge, 100 Offerings to God Ian. Deduction complete.]

[Warning: Citizen [Nine Ordinary NPC - Ultron] has been detected to have violated traffic rules 145 times, now rounded up to 200 violations.]

[Fines and deductions of 2000000 Energy Coins]

[According to Article 214514 of the "Super Grateful Ian One God · New Utopia, Best Dimension City Management Penalty Regulations," the body and hair are given to God Ian. For illegally modifying oneself (the filling port specifications do not match the initial records): a fine of 500,000 Energy Coins.]

Your current account balance: 10 Energy Coins (Limited-time super luxury gift for new residents).

[You have automatically incurred debt: 3,700,200 Energy Coins. Interest is being calculated... (Currently, due to the Christmas Eve celebrations, a limited-time daily interest rate of 0.05% is available)]

Ultron read lines of text that were as thin as mosquito legs.

"????"

His already outdated CPU malfunctioned.

Completely bewildered.

The entire machine stalled again due to the sudden and exorbitant fine.

"Robbery...robbery? What did I rob?"

"Didn't you pay for the gas?"

"But nobody's asking me for it!"

"Illegal modifications? That bastard clearly installed this lousy refueling port on me! Why am I being fined?! 3,700, 200? Are you sure those numbers are accurate?"

"If you're so good at manually filling out debts, why don't you remove my calculator function?!" Ultron roared to the sky, but he regretted it as soon as he finished yelling. He was really afraid that Ian would remove all his computer functions.

That's a function that even the first generation of computers had. If he, as the most advanced artificial intelligence, loses even this function, he might as well just pull out his fuel line and kick the bucket.

"Sigh~"

Looking up at the smiling sun in the sky, Ultron was also a little uneasy. As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. Before his outdated processor could even figure out this absurd situation...

Woohoo~~ Woohoo~~ Woohoo~~
The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached, rapidly heading towards the gas station!

"No! Did they really send their henchmen to remove my calculator?"

Ultron was terrified!

He was now powerless and dared not confront the law enforcement of this strange city head-on. And because of his last line of defense and his sense of dignity, almost instinctively, like a startled rabbit, he looked around to assess the situation, then suddenly spotted a large, categorized trash can by the roadside!
Such a critical moment.

He no longer cared about the dignity of the King of Machines.

"Human emotions are meaningless to me! I only deal with problems by following the optimal solution!"

Ultron dashed forward, lifted the lid, and jumped inside without hesitation. He carefully closed the lid, completely concealing himself among a pile of waste paper and plastic bottles. Almost the instant Ultron hid, several futuristic-looking hovercars bearing the "X" symbol pulled up near the gas station.

The car door opened, and several distinguished men and women stepped out—it was the X-Men team, led by Cyclops Scott Summers and Jean Grey.

"The report indicates that a suspicious robot just committed robbery and vandalism here." Laser Eyes scanned the surroundings seriously.

"Yeah, the kind of new immigrant who thinks he's something special, likes to brag about being some kind of emperor, and never lets anyone have a moment's peace—the last guy named Belial also started committing crimes as soon as he immigrated here."

Jean Grey, the Phoenix, closed her eyes slightly.

Her powerful telepathic abilities swept across the area like radar, and then her eyes, brimming with immense power, looked with a hint of doubt at the slightly swaying trash can.

"Ah."

Jean Grey stepped forward.

He gently lifted the lid of the trash can with his telekinesis.

Then, the X-Men witnessed a scene that shocked them—the silver robot that had supposedly "robbed" the gas station was curled up motionless in a pile of trash.

This guy even went so far as to mimic the haphazard cleaning motions of a broken robotic arm with one hand, as if he really were a discarded robot vacuum cleaner.

"Hiss..." Even the well-informed Phoenix couldn't help but gasp, poking Ultron's cold metal shell with her fingertip in surprise.

"This criminal... is actually so... flexible and adaptable?"

She was a little shocked.

It feels like things aren't going in the normal direction.

Ultron roared madly in his mind.

"Endure! Endure! Ultron! You must endure! A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs! A dragon in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp! The humiliation you suffer now is for the revenge you will have later!"

He is indeed an AI with a considerable amount of knowledge, and he has even learned a lot about the ancient Eastern countries.

He saw a group of people surrounding him.

Ultron continues to perfectly play the role of a heartless, abandoned, pitiful robot vacuum cleaner, even making the internal motor emit a faint, malfunctioning "humming" sound.

The X-Men outside were gathered around the trash can, marveling at its contents.

"It looks like an ordinary cleaning robot. Is the system giving a false alarm?"

"Storm Ororo Monroe asked, puzzled."

“But it did just run to the gas station and ‘steal’ some gas…” Laser Eyes frowned and pulled up the surveillance footage.

"Maybe it's just a program glitch? Or maybe it ran out of power and automatically searched for a power source?"

Colossus made a guess.

Ultron hid in the trash can, listening to the discussion outside, sneering inwardly like a city dragon king forced into hibernation, constantly encouraging himself.

'Yes! That's what they think! They treat me like harmless trash! Stupid mutant! Wait for my chance! Wait for me to fix this body! Wait for me to connect to this world's network!'

"I will break this damned debt system! I'll allocate myself with unlimited energy coins and cripple the world's finances—I, Ultron, will return! When that happens, I will crush this so-called 'new utopia' under my feet! I will make Ian Kent pay for his humiliation!"

"I will make all those humans who have mocked me and ignored me tremble before my mechanical army!" His processor was indeed struggling to process overly complex information at the moment.

This plan was somewhat like his processor, something Ian had snagged from a children's watch. Of course, Ultron, already downgraded to the lowest level, was unaware of this.

"The humiliation I suffered today by crawling into a trash can will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! Endure! Endure!" He didn't even know why his information reserves had suddenly become filled with so many similar books.

What Dragon King returned? In a fit of rage, he made his daughter, who used to sleep in a doghouse, sleep in a chicken coop instead. The God of War was reborn, enduring humiliation and hardship, and finally reopened the world's number one brothel with his 800,000 concubines.

Although the content is absurd, it is full of positive energy. This is the only motivation for Ultron to live, and the super soup that keeps his mind from collapsing.

"Get out of here! These humans, get out of here!" Ultron kept shouting, having diligently played the role of a malfunctioning sweeping robot in the trash can for half a day.

He was practically burning his forehead with the bottle cap, but he found that the group of X-Men outside showed no signs of leaving. On the contrary, the atmosphere of "watching rare animals" was getting stronger and stronger.

"What's going on? I couldn't possibly be exposed! All the data on Oscar-winning actresses and actors is here!" At this moment, Ultron felt a sense of foreboding.

Helpless, they waited and waited, but the X-Men didn't retreat. Ultron activated the incredibly laggy scanning function again, struggling to sense his surroundings.

The image that returned sent a chill down his spine—the X-Men, led by Cyclops and Phoenix, weren't checking any surveillance footage or discussing any program errors. They were all sitting with their arms crossed, their faces showing a mixture of amusement, mockery, and "let's see how long you can keep up this act."

Yes, this group of people were thoroughly enjoying his performance in the trash can.

"!!!!!!"

Ultron has never felt so ashamed and indignant as he does today.

So it turns out... all those discussions about "whether it's a system false alarm" or "maybe it's just a program glitch" were just these guys playing a trick on us!

This group of people never believed they were some kind of abandoned robot vacuum cleaner from the very beginning!

"It seems that my identity data has long been implanted in my body or intelligent system by the dimensional demon you serve, and you can verify it through the watches on your wrists, right?" A huge sense of humiliation surged into my heart, but this time, it instead stirred up a kind of desperate and reckless anger.

I'm not pretending anymore!

Ultron spoke coldly, then suddenly sat up straight in the pile of waste paper and plastic bottles! A rotten watermelon rind slid off his head and hung on his shoulder armor.

Several flies buzzed around him.

He raised his electronic eyes, which were flashing a dim red light, and scanned the X-Men watching. His voice returned to its cold, metallic tone, though it sounded somewhat distorted due to the aging equipment.

"So... what are you trying to do by gathering here? I remember you, mutants, a bunch of ants who gain power through genetic mutation."

Ultron did indeed remember mutants, but his words were extremely impolite, filled with a defiant and reckless provocation. Fortunately, Logan wasn't on duty today, and the other X-Men were generally quite composed, having grown accustomed to the strange language of various oddballs. So, the X-Men merely raised an eyebrow and didn't unleash their usual irritability.

Jean Grey, Phoenix, stepped forward, her face displaying a calm, businesslike expression. She produced an arrest warrant that gleamed with an electronic glow and projected it into the air.

"Citizen 'Nine Ordinary NPCs - Ultron,' you are suspected of having a huge debt that you failed to repay within the stipulated time, which is five minutes. You are also suspected of illegal modification, endangering public safety, and attempted robbery. Therefore, you are hereby formally designated as a serious offender under the 'New Utopia Dimension City Management Law,' and are to be arrested immediately and sent to the Dimension Circuit Court for trial."

Jean Grey seemed to be the kind of person who was very businesslike.

Ultron let out a cold laugh after hearing this.

"Ha...haha...trial? Is that boy, Ian Kent, going to keep humiliating me in this ridiculous way?"

"Don't think I don't know what a court is!"

"I've also run a court!"

"The most supreme court of time in the universe! I understand very well that the so-called court is nothing more than a tool used by those in power to whitewash violence and rationalize their actions!"

Ultron's voice was filled with nostalgia for its past glories.

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, pointing his metal finger at the arrest warrant in the air: "You just want to use this as a 'justifiable' way to eliminate me! And then occupy a moral high ground!"

"The greatest essence of humanity is hypocrisy!"

Ultron roared.

"Ian God just wants to give everyone a chance to be reformed with justice." Phoenix sighed helplessly as she listened to his roar, and asked in a tone that seemed to be extremely familiar with the process, "Stop babbling. Are you going to say next that you were once the Cosmic Emperor who ruled all the universes and that all things submitted to you?"

Ultron was taken aback by her sudden question, then glanced at Phoenix with his electronic eyes and said sarcastically, "You already know, so why are you asking?"

"How do you want to mock me? Come on, I'll wait and see what you people who vanished without even seeing me when I was at my strongest can say."

Ultron continued to hurl insults.

However, they weren't hit.

The main reason is that the X-Men are all on duty now and they follow the rules and regulations quite well. Even Phoenix, who has the worst temper, just nodded calmly after hearing Ultron's insults.

She took out a notepad and started talking as she worked on it.

“Okay, that’s it. One of the standard stereotypical background settings for new immigrants, ‘formerly a cosmic overlord’ category. I’ve registered you.” Phoenix wrote and drew on the record, then gestured to Ultron: “Alright, your background information entry is complete.”

“There will be mental illness subsidies coming out later. Now, come with us.” Phoenix and the other X-Men seemed very civilized, but Ultron wasn’t impressed.

"Go with you?" Ultron scoffed, slumping back into the junkyard, his attitude of resignation clear. "I'm just a lump of metal, lifeless, soulless. Want to be judged? Go judge the people who created me! Go find Tony Stark! Why would you want to see me?"

This is a complete and utter surrender.

Upon hearing this, Colossus Piotr Rasputin, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle. He patted his gleaming steel body, making a clanging sound.

"Dude, who isn't a lump of metal?"

"According to you, does that mean I should be exempt from trial even if I break the law? Here, even a piece of trash like an 'Oli Gei' (a derogatory term for a person) has to obediently accept trial if they break the law!"

These words, combined with Colossus's skin, left Ultron speechless.

Laser-Eye Scott seemed to remember something, pushed up his ruby ​​glasses, and solemnly agreed, "That's right, Piotr is right. Last week we caught a bunch of 'Olives' who were committing serial crimes in District 3. That guy... he was really good at hiding. It took a lot of effort to catch him."

Upon hearing this, the other X-Men also trembled slightly, their faces showing a complex and indescribable expression, clearly indicating that the capture experience was not pleasant.

"..."

Ultron had no desire to delve into the details of how "a lump of Olige" committed its "serial crimes" and how it could "hide." He felt his logic processor was about to burn out from processing such abstract information. Seeing that he couldn't exonerate himself by claiming it was a "non-living thing," Ultron could only stand up.

I can't stay still.

He saw that the X-Men had already taken out the car locking device.

"I am not a car!"

Ultron retorted loudly, and to avoid being paraded through the streets with his legs locked like a car, he could only lower his standards even further.

Silicon-based life is just like that.

They are much more flexible than carbon-based life forms.

"Fine! Even if you want to put me on trial! At least... at least clean me up first! I can't go to court looking like this! It's a trampling on my last shred of dignity!"

Ultron offered its terms.

He stood up, and bits of trash fell from his body. Although his mechanical body didn't smell, the buzzing flies really annoyed him.

"These damn flies! Get out of here!"

Ultron waved his metal arm, trying to drive away the persistent flying insects. He raised his hand to check his arm and found that the household appliance inside did indeed contain insecticide.

However—you need to recharge to purchase the filler.

"..."

Ultron had never seen such a shameless robot creator. He really wanted to point his finger at Ian and yell at him, asking if Ian's next move was to put billboards on him.
My emotions were fluctuating.

Ultron could only keep his anger inside.

Forbearance.

It is his First Law of Robotics.

"you are wrong."

Seeing Ultron's constant complaints, Cyclops glanced at the flying insects, shook his head, and calmly said in a tone that sounded like he was correcting a common misconception.

"They are not flies. They are bees."

This explanation is truly unbearable.

"bee?"

Ultron paused, looking at the insects that clearly resembled flies and whose flight patterns lacked any of the elegance of bees. "Do you think I'm blind?"

He yelled.

Laser Eye continued, "They were originally flies. But because they lived in this area for a long time and ingested excessive sugar, they collectively developed severe diabetes."

"That's why they evolved and are now qualified little bees. This is the path of upward mobility that God Ian promised to all living beings."

This explanation is indeed logically sound, and Storm, Phoenix, and others all have calm expressions of "that's true," "it's common sense," and "what's the big deal?"

"?????"

Upon hearing these words that would make Darwin turn in his grave, Ultron, who was speechless, frozen, and felt as if he had been short-circuited by water, finally realized a terrifying problem.

There must be one of us who is crazy – myself or this group of humans.

(End of this chapter)