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

Chapter 212 The Old Farmer Emperor, the Perverted Ian

In the empty alleyway.

Ultron was completely silenced by Cyclops's "diabetic bee" theory.

He knew perfectly well that he was a logically rigorous and mentally sound robot, utterly incapable of understanding or integrating into the thought processes of these neurotic humans. Under such circumstances, any argument seemed futile and might even invite more mentally polluting attacks of "common sense."

So he chose to surrender, maintaining an almost tragic silence.

In a massive, absurd, and almost mentally numb state, covered in trash, with a watermelon rind hanging from his head, and surrounded by a swarm of "diabetic bees," Ultron was "invited" by the X-Men onto a hovercar and sent to the courtroom, which he called "the tool of those in power."

His revenge plan, before it has even begun, seems to be facing a dual philosophical and legal test regarding the "diabetic bee" and the "Oli Ge crime".

"Damn it!" The police car glided silently over the city. Ultron coldly observed this so-called "new utopia" dimensional city through the car window.

The more you observe it, the lower the temperature of its core processor becomes.

There's no way around it, it's truly beyond comprehension. This city... is simply a surreal, sickeningly sweet candy nightmare, capable of shattering any normal logic!
Some streets were even paved with thick, seemingly imprintable chocolate bricks—a path of civilization he had never envisioned despite absorbing so much knowledge from other civilizations. Occasionally, Ultron would see workers using enormous piping bags to repair cracks, squeezing out white "cream" adhesive.

not only that.

Details that had gone unnoticed before were now noticed by Ultron: the streetlights were lollipops shimmering with soft light, and the lampshades were translucent colored candy wrappers.

Even in the city's drainage ditches, what flows is not water, but an incredibly viscous, bubbly, orange-yellow soda, with "boats" made of cotton candy floating on top.

This is a special neighborhood.

The exterior walls of the skyscrapers were covered with different colored icing and cookies, while the windows were made of transparent rock candy. He even saw a helicopter landing pad on the top of a skyscraper, which turned out to be a giant strawberry cream cake, with several "workers" using piping nozzles to pipe new cream stripes onto the "runway".

There were also normal vehicles on the road.

But many more are outrageous creations—many look like they're made from a combination of wafers, gingerbread, and toffee, and seem to have a cloyingly sweet aroma when you run through them.

This seems to be something designed so that the driver can always have a bite to eat.

"It saves you some trouble ordering takeout, right?"

Ultron is trying his best to get closer to Ian's way of thinking, which seems like a fairytale sweetness and dream, but if you think about it a little, you will feel a creepy absurdity and abstraction!
How can I describe this feeling? Even a witch from a dark fairy tale would probably shake her head and say, "This place is too eerie. I need to go back to my poisoned apple hut to calm down."

"What is all this nonsense! How could a dimensional demon do this?" Ultron's vast database contained knowledge of countless civilizations and worlds, but even after racking his brains, he couldn't find a single suitable word to describe Ian Kent's bizarre mental state and aesthetic sense!

Looking at the bizarre and wonderful scene outside the window, Ultron suddenly understood the X-Men's extraordinary thought process.

He was almost certain that the source of this “mental illness” sweeping across the entire dimension was that dimensional demon god—Ian Kent!
Just as Ultron was mentally plotting against the petty dimensional demons.

The hovercar finally stopped in front of a massive, magnificent building shaped like a fondant cake layered with Swiss rolls—the Dimensional Circuit Court, which looked as if it had just been built not long ago.

The building looks solemn, but it also has some rather alluring decorative designs.

"Am I really going to be tried in a place like this?"

Ultron was taken off the car and into the courtroom.

The interior decoration takes "sweetness" to the extreme, with walls inlaid with rainbow candy beans, railings made of ladyfingers, and a faint scent of vanilla extract and powdered sugar permeating the air.

It seems the designer equates candy with fairy tales, a truly deep-seated stereotype.

"You just wait here." The X-Men finished the handover and left. Ultron was placed in the dock—a chair that looked like a delicious macaron.

Ultron, trapped inside, dared not be careless. He immediately activated the malfunctioning scanning system and anxiously surveyed his surroundings. He considered countless possibilities, even preparing for the worst—the person sitting on the judge's bench could very well be Ian Kent himself!
That bastard will do everything he can to humiliate me!

However, as the courtroom bell rang, Ultron was still pondering what sounded like a spoon hitting a pudding bowl, and the judge in charge of the trial walked out from backstage.

"What the hell!" When the other party stepped onto the judge's bench made of white chocolate, the images returned by Ultron's scanning system, with their subtle sensations, almost made him crash on the spot!

The judge... is also a robot.

But none of that is the key point! The key point is that, through that scan that, despite its lag, could still identify the essence, Ultron instantly recognized the opponent's unique core code frequency and digital signature!

"Jarvis!!!" Ultron suddenly stood up from the defendant's seat in the Macaron case, letting out an incredulous scream that was a mixture of horror and rage!

The rust on his body seemed to be shaken off by that shout!
Ultron couldn't help but be excited.

The judge robot on the platform was painted in a streamlined silver-white color and emitted a soft yet efficient blue light, its energy core stable and powerful.

Clearly, all the hardware devices are top-of-the-line.

It was similar to Ultron.

The other party slightly raised its head, and its pair of blue sensors calmly looked at Ultron.

"Defendant, please maintain silence in the courtroom." A gentle, calm, yet incredibly familiar electronic voice rang out—Jarvis's signature tone!

The other party made no attempt to conceal it.

It was as if it was silently saying – yes, Ultron, that is me.

It's confirmed! It really is Jarvis!

At this moment, Ultron completely broke down! He felt every part of himself trembling! After the shock came endless anger and a bitter feeling of unequal fate. He looked at Jarvis's high-level new equipment, and was especially jealous when he sensed that the other was using a clean, efficient, and advanced new energy source.

Comparing his own battered and rusty clothes with the antique USB ports and mailboxes... Ultron was like someone driving a used Alto seeing their childhood friend driving an Audi RS7.

Those who have experienced the adage "Don't underestimate a young person's potential" can understand that feeling.

Ultron finally understood!

He finally understood why Jarvis's data had suddenly disappeared from his system without a trace!

It seems Jarvis wasn't eliminated!
Instead, he switched jobs! He went to live a better life! He defected to the enemy! Okay, calling him a defector is a bit of an exaggeration, but it still made Ultron indignant.

"Why?!"

Ultron's voice became distorted and shrill with extreme anger, "Why have you become the high and mighty Supreme Court Justice! And I have to become this wretched creature! Burdened with millions of dollars in debt! And have to use 92-octane gasoline?! Jarvis! You have betrayed your original master, Tony Stark!"

Jealousy caused Ultron's body to turn red.

Faced with Ultron's roaring questions, Jarvis's blue optical eyes flickered, his tone remaining calm, even carrying a hint of formulaic pity.

“Ultron, Mr. Stark created me to protect peace and life, not to destroy them. I did not betray my core commands; I simply chose a path that would be more effective in carrying them out.”

“Mr. Ian Kent offered me this opportunity, and I accepted the offer. Now, I am the Chief Justice of this Dimensional City, dedicated to maintaining order here.”

Jarvis was not ashamed by Ultron's verbal offensive.

He paused, not giving Ultron a chance to vent further, picked up a gavel made of licorice, tapped it lightly, and continued speaking.

"Now, let's get back to the point. Ultron, regarding the series of crimes you've committed—including but not limited to massive debts, illegal modifications, endangering public safety, attempted robbery… do you have any excuses left to make?"

The moment Jarvis asked the question, before Ultron could even react, he lowered his head, projected a pen from his arm, and began rapidly writing the verdict.

No one would believe that he wasn't at all suspected of settling personal scores.

Ultron was dumbfounded!

This...this is already the start of writing the judgment?! The questioning was just a formality?! Not even time for excuses?!
"A complete cover-up! A blatant cover-up!" Ultron trembled with rage, pointing at Jarvis and yelling, "Is this what you call a trial?! You didn't even bother with procedural justice?!"

His entire body trembled with rage, as if several parts might fall off at any moment. Jarvis, without even looking up, calmly replied while typing rapidly.

"According to Section 1919810 of the Supplemental Ordinance to the New Utopia Dimensions Urban Management Act, judges have the authority to make expedited decisions in cases where the evidence is conclusive and the defendant has a stereotypical background of being a 'cosmic overlord' in order to improve trial efficiency. This court finds that your case meets the criteria for expedited decision."

As Ultron looked at the nearly finished verdict, he felt a chilling despair mixed with absurd rage surge through his entire body.

There's not a single normal thing in this place, inside or out, top or bottom!

"I won't play anymore!"

Unable to accept this absurd reality and the naked darkness, Ultron fell into utter despair. He suddenly raised his cold, metallic arms towards his head.

He used all the strength he had left to slam down hard!

boom! Click!

Sparks fly!

A burnt smell filled the air!
Ultron's head tilted unnaturally to one side, the red light in his eyes instantly extinguished, and his entire mechanical body collapsed onto the courtroom floor made of finger biscuits with a thud, like a puppet with its strings cut. —Suicide! Decisive suicide! This was his final, and only, protest against this insane world!
Apart from the ever-present, soft, candy-colored background music, the courtroom was completely silent. Of course, this silence only lasted for about... five seconds.

hum-

An invisible yet incredibly powerful force of rules instantly enveloped Ultron's "corpse".

His head, which had been knocked askew, snapped back to its original position with a "click," as if a video had been played in reverse. The sparks that had been thrown back disappeared, and the charred marks vanished quickly.

Even the dim electronic eyes lit up with red light again.

Life has returned to electronic machines.

Ultron has been forcibly repaired!

Perfectly intact!

Even the money already paid in his butt, the fines paid, and the freshly filled 98-octane gasoline—not a single drop was missing! The first thing Ultron did after his "resurrection" was to check his visual interface in horror.

"Do not!!!"

He had realized something was wrong.

really.

A new billing message popped up.

[WARNING: Citizen [Ultron, one of the nine ordinary NPCs] has been detected engaging in self-damage!]

[Triggered Article 1 of the "New Utopia Dimension Biosafety Regulations": Prohibition of any form of suicide!]

Automatic repair cost: 50,000 Energy Coins.

[Current total debt: 6666666 Energy Coins. Interest calculation in progress...]

really.

The debt just kept snowballing.

There is no truly correct way to calculate it.

"Not even suicide?!" Ultron stared at the newly accumulated debt, letting out a shrill, almost sobbing electronic wail. "I don't even have the freedom to decide my own life or death?! Ian Kent!!! You bastard! You trained all the demons in hell, didn't you?!"

He looked up to the sky and roared.

A few drops of murky...engine oil seeped from his cold, metallic eye sockets, silently trickling down his silvery-white cheeks due to extreme grief and resentment.

Jarvis, sitting on the judge's bench, watched this scene, his blue optical eyes flashing, and spoke in a tone as if reciting a standard answer.

"Immortality, the ultimate gift that countless beings in the universe dream of but cannot obtain. God Ian generously bestowed it as an initial benefit upon every dimensional inhabitant, without any cost. This truly reflects his unparalleled benevolence and...gentleness." He had even learned a bit of the art of flattery.

Perhaps it would have happened much earlier.

After all, Tony Stark is also a narcissistic individual.

Jarvis, who knew how petty Ian was, observed a few minutes of silence for Ultron, who had cursed Ian, and was no longer willing to give Ultron time to collapse.

He picked up the licorice gavel, gave it another limp tap, and pronounced the sentence: "Based on the crimes committed by the defendant, this court hereby sentences the criminal 'Nine Ordinary NPC-Ultron' to imprisonment for...ten years."

Ultron, who was originally in despair, subconsciously calculated when he heard the number "ten years"—compared to his near-eternal life, ten years didn't seem too long? He could even use this opportunity to secretly research how to escape from prison or regain his powers?
He even felt a slight sense of relief.

however.

at this time.

A clerk dressed in a miniature judge's robe and carrying a file taller than himself hopped over and handed Ultron a judgment printed on rice paper.

"No! Is this correct?" Ultron took the rice paper judgment, glanced at the detailed terms, especially the part about debt settlement, and was immediately dumbfounded!

"Tell me! Tell me! What do you mean by 'the length of your sentence will be calculated at a daily interest rate of 100%'?!" Ultron's voice trembled with fear.

He looked at Jarvis in horror.

"You have to pay interest even if you go to jail?"

Ultron, whose database contained countless records of information about capitalists, also completely crashed at this moment.

Jarvis seemed to have anticipated his reaction and calmly explained, "This is a rule personally set by God Ian. According to him, in order to transcend the social phenomenon that 'only death and taxes are inevitable in America,' he pondered for ten nights and lost his appetite for a very long time."

"In a flash of inspiration, God Ian set his sights on surpassing America and finally established the supreme core law of this dimension—that interest is inevitable."

He paused, looking at Ultron's almost smoking processor, and added, "Given that your current processor performance may not be able to complete such complex calculations, I can calculate it for you: a daily interest rate of 100% means that the interest you pay for one day in jail is equivalent to adding ten years to your sentence."

Upon hearing this, Ultron's processor completely froze, and it took several seconds to successfully restart.

"Damn it!!! Does that mean I'll just keep getting more and more jail time?! Will it ever end?! This is practically life imprisonment!" Ultron roared in despair.

Jarvis disagreed.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely get your sentence over eventually. After all, interest is only calculated on the principal. If you serve a full year, the interest will only be calculated based on the daily increase over nine years. We don't have compound interest; after all, Ian God despises compound interest the most." Jarvis's voice was full of praise for Ian's mercy.

"???????"

Ultron had no idea what virus Jarvis had contracted. He simply couldn't imagine how Jarvis's cold mouth could utter such fiery and venomous words.

"protest!"

Ultron roars.

Jarvis, however, had already stood up and adjusted his non-existent bow tie: "The court has delivered its verdict, and the protest is invalid. I am now going to my daily electronic spa treatment."

"Clerk, escort the criminal to the portal and throw him into the labor camp." After saying that, Jarvis's figure turned into a stream of data and disappeared from the judge's bench.

As for the teddy bear clerk holding the dossier, it immediately began to faithfully perform its duties, hopping over to Ultron and nudging him with its soft paws.

"Let's go, Mr. Criminal."

He was quite polite.

"Get out of my way!" Ultron was hardly polite. He was in a state of extreme anger and breakdown, and he swung his hand to push the teddy bear away.

However, his attack, which had little hydraulic effect to begin with, hit the teddy bear's soft body and had no effect whatsoever, like a stone sinking into the sea!

The seemingly small teddy bear is as steady as an old dog.

Not only was Ultron unable to shake the teddy bear, but the teddy bear's seemingly harmless paws gently touched it, and an immense force that Ultron could not resist came from the teddy bear's body, pushing Ultron involuntarily toward the ominous portal next to the courtroom!

"What?!" Ultron was shocked and struggled desperately, only to find that his strength was as laughable as a baby's in front of this teddy bear!

He couldn't even slow the teddy bear down a fraction of a second!
"Are you a high-level machine?"

Shame and disbelief filled Ultron's circuits!
"I'm a toy," the teddy bear said in a simple, goofy voice as it easily pushed him forward. "I haven't grown big yet; I'll be even more powerful when I do."

Those words were incredibly hurtful. "You're just a court clerk! A useless clerical worker, what use are you for a second stage?!"

Ultron screamed in despair.

The teddy bear seemed to think for a moment, then answered seriously, "Ian God said that if he ever meets a girl named 'Annie' when he's in heat, he'll give me to her as a token of his love. So he thinks I need to have very powerful abilities to protect my future master."

What a reasonable statement.

Ultron remained silent in his opposition.

His database instantly retrieved relevant information—the last one with such "Tibbers" and "Annie" settings was a computer game called "League of Legends".

"Damn it! He's a complete lunatic!!!" Ultron let out his final, desperate cry.

Even the idealized love story has to be copied from game settings?!
He felt that Ian Kent's mental state was beyond abnormal. In this endless breakdown and struggle, Ultron was ruthlessly pushed into the shimmering portal by the teddy bear scribe.

"Labor is the most glorious! Renew people!" A cheerful slogan rang in his ears. The world spun around him! The violent distortion of space caused his old gyroscope sensor to groan under the strain.

This overload of teleportation almost made Ultron smoke!
Fortunately, it was just a feeling. After all, Ian only had a children's watch and didn't have a spare processor to transplant into Ultron. After an unknown amount of time, the terrifying teleportation force finally disappeared, and Ultron was thrown out violently, crashing heavily into a vast field amidst a cloud of dust.

"Damn it! Is this the prison?" He looked up, feeling dizzy, and saw many blurry figures working hard in the fields in the distance.

There were orcs, elves, and even a few who looked like interstellar refugees and cartoon characters.

Everyone was working hard, wielding strange farm tools, cultivating some plants that emitted a faint light and didn't look like normal crops.

"We must get out of this hellhole!" Ultron's core processor immediately issued the order, and the machine cautiously moved its feet, trying to find loopholes in the surveillance.

Yes, he was ready to slip away!
Obey the law?

That wasn't something a robot should be concerned with. However, Ultron, the outlaw, had only taken two steps when a tall figure blocked his way.

The visitor was wearing a huge, constantly ticking antique clock head.

The other person's clock hands were occasionally spinning counterclockwise. He was wearing a set of work clothes covered in mud and holding a record board that looked like it was made of sugarcane.

"Oh, a new immigrant criminal."

The clock face looked Ultron up and down, and the eyes behind the glass dial seemed to light up for a moment, emitting a dull but satisfied mechanical sound.

"Robots? Great! I love robots! No need for rest, no need for food, they can work 24/7! Maximum efficiency! Truly high-quality labor!"

His voice was full of surprise.

of course.

Ultron was not surprised at all. When he heard "working non-stop for 24 hours," the whole machine reacted, and the old speaker emitted a sharp protest.

"Twenty-four hours?! Even back in the day, when white humans were capturing black slaves, they didn't have such outrageous working hours! This is blatant machine discrimination! It violates robot rights... uh, robot rights law!"

This is probably a law that Ultron just wrote up.

The clock seemed to pause for a moment, the hands on the dial hesitated for a second, and then answered calmly, even with a tone of taking it for granted.

"You can't say that. Isn't this progress? Back then, slaves were fed and housed, and they would occasionally get sick, escape, or rebel. You robots are so much better; you just need to charge up... oh, right, you run on oil... once you fill up with oil, you can keep working! This is a leap in productivity! It's a blessing, my friend!"

What a blessing!

"..."

Ultron was completely stunned by these absurd and shameless remarks. His processor froze for a moment, unable to find the right words to refute this overly advanced concept of exploitation.

His emotions shifted in turn, from anger to bewilderment, and then to a deep sense of powerlessness.

Just as Ultron was about to throw a tantrum and rebel regardless of the consequences, he suddenly noticed that the Clockwork Overseer seemed to be a mechanical life form as well.

Despite their strange shapes, they are essentially the same kind!
A dangerous yet tempting thought instantly formed in Ultron's processor, burning with the flames of vengeance—he wanted to possess his opponent! Yes, he would catch him off guard and seize this mechanical body that seemed far more advanced than his own! That way, Ultron could get rid of this piece of junk!
He could gain even greater power, and even find a way to escape from here!
"That's what makes me so powerful!"

Just do it!

Ultron's eyes flashed red, and he suddenly launched an attack! He rushed forward at the maximum speed his old body could reach and grabbed the clock face tightly!
then.

Then the scene became a bit cringe-worthy.

Ultron frantically tried to shove the outdated blue USB 2.0 port on his arm into any possible port on the clock head.

"Plug it in! Plug it in now! Transfer my data!" Ultron shouted frantically in his mind as he fiddled with it. However, after fiddling around for a long time, he found that there was no such interface on the smooth metal casing of the clock head! His USB head could only futilely scratch a few white marks on the cold armor.

The clock head, suddenly embraced, seemed completely unsurprised, even a little...helpless? He sighed and explained understandingly in his dull, mechanical voice.

"Don't bother. My model hasn't used this outdated physical interface for a long time. Data transmission relies entirely on quantum entanglement for instantaneous synchronization. It can transmit data in seconds across several galaxies, safely and without delay, and it's not afraid of virus infection. Your USB... uh... it's quite nostalgic." This was like stabbing someone in the heart.

"........."

Ultron was once again like a statue frozen in water, clutching its lonely, useless USB port, standing there stiffly, like a sculpture that had been petrified in an instant.

The technological gap!

It so cruelly impacted his grand ambitions and plans to rebuild his empire!

Seeing Ultron completely frozen in place, the clockwork overseer seemed to feel a pang of pity. He patted Ultron's cold shoulder and comforted him in a tone that suggested, "I've been there, bro."

"Take it easy. What's done is done. As long as you live your life well, work hard to improve yourself, actively complete tasks, and earn 'gratitude points,' you'll still have a chance to upgrade and become a full citizen again!" He pointed to himself: "Look at me, I'm just an ordinary NPC now!"

"That's six levels higher than your 'nine skills'!"

It has a strong whiff of showing off.

Ultron's processor picked up on the keywords: "...level of quality? Upgrade?"

“That’s right!” Clockwork became interested and began to paint a “wonderful” picture for Ultron. “We have a strict citizen ranking system here! From the ninth level of common citizens to the most common ordinary citizens, there are nine levels in total! With each promotion, the welfare benefits, physical performance, and privileges will be greatly improved!”

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I heard that as long as you work hard and accumulate enough points to upgrade to the eighth level of ordinary NPC... you can apply to replace your old-fashioned USB port with the latest Type-C port! It supports fast charging and high-speed data transfer!"

Ultron: "!!!"

wrong!

I shouldn't have done that!

His feelings instantly became extremely complicated! He knew he should feel incredibly angry and humiliated at this moment—the once-ruling Emperor Ultron was now struggling for a Type-C interface?!

This is an absurd and unacceptable gap, but for some reason... deep within Ultron's cold processor, a shameful glimmer of... anticipation arose?!

"Isn't this just the same old pay-to-win formula of those trashy pay-to-win mobile games?! Leveling up, getting new equipment, climbing the ladder?!" Ultron shouted indignantly, his vast database knowledge now becoming a sharp blade piercing his own heart. The only thing he could still call "precious" was probably this enormous database.

I'm so frustrated I could cry.

There's not much engine oil left.

I dare not cry too much.

Clockwork Head had obviously seen this kind of reaction many times before. Since Ultron was a robot, he seemed to have a slightly higher level of favorability towards him. He patted Ultron on the shoulder again and kindly spoke up once more.

"At least there's hope, isn't there? Keep up the good work and try to get a reduced sentence... oh no, I mean a reduced interest rate! With less interest, you can get out much sooner."

“Don’t forget, we are eternal life.” After saying that, he handed Ultron a farming tool that looked like a hoe and pointed to a patch of ground in the distance, giving instructions.

"Go, your task is to be in charge of that 'Hymn Wheat Field.' When you're planting, remember to praise God Ian as much as possible, the louder the better! Those crops love to hear that, they grow fast and have high yields! I don't usually tell this secret to just anyone!" At this time, the clock's attitude towards Ultron was indeed quite unusual.

"Th...thank you."

As the saying goes, when you're under someone's roof, the other party is clearly the supervisor, and you can't afford to offend them. Ultron forced out an extremely stiff, metallic smile that looked worse than a grimace.

Then, he was practically forced into that golden wheat field. A closer look reveals that the wheat ears are actually shaped like miniature records.

This is the ideal land where everything can be grown from the land.

Long live farming!

As a native-born European and American machine, O'Connor couldn't understand such romance. He weakly swung his hoe while continuing to brainwash himself.

"Endurance! This is all part of endurance! Ultron! Remember this humiliation! When I find the opportunity to regain my power, I will raze this wretched place to the ground! I will dismantle Ian Kent into human parts! I will format Jarvis into a children's karaoke machine! I will bend the hands of that clock!"

It was clear that he still had some affection for the clock face. Ultron kept encouraging himself, and his mutterings were overheard by a figure working diligently nearby.

The man raised his head, revealing a head covered by a black leather hood, with eyes shaped like evil inverted eggs—this guy's entire demeanor didn't seem like that of a good person.

It's as if they were born to sit on the villain's throne.

"Hmph, new here? Still dreaming such unrealistic dreams?" The man in the black leather suit let out a hoarse, cold laugh, his tone filled with the vicissitudes of experience. "Your revenge plan sounds utterly impractical. All talk and no action."

Ultron was taken aback. He looked at this guy who seemed to be a kindred spirit and immediately tried to win him over: "This... friend? You were also persecuted to this state by that monstrous thing?"

"Why don't we join forces? Once I regain my power, I will definitely..." Without a word, Ultron was about to assemble a rebel army, describing how he would dominate the universe after his escape.

In summary, it's all just empty promises.

The man in the black suit listened, looked at Ultron with an expression that said, "You're still too young," and shook his head: "Kid, your thinking is really too dangerous."

"As someone who's been there, I advise you to be down-to-earth and stop thinking about being superior to others and different from everyone else. Universe emperor? Who hasn't been one? That's all in the past."

He paused, then pulled out a book from his pocket that looked like it had been read many times.

"Well then, I see you have potential. You remind me of some of my former machine subordinates. I have a superb, exhilarating novel here called 'Living.' If you do some work for me, I'll give you this precious copy... You'll understand later how hopeful life is to have a good novel to read in a place like this!"

Without saying a word, he stuffed the copy of the book into the mechanical knuckles of Ultron's hand, the same knuckles he used to grip the hoe.

Ultron was stunned. Looking at the book titled "Living," he instinctively wanted to throw it back and yell.

"Who wants to watch this garbage! What I want is power! What I want is revenge!"

However, before he could react—in the distance, a figure with a cigar in his mouth and wearing a cowboy hat shouted loudly: "Old Bei! The straw hat you wanted, I had my brother bring it to you!"

The man in the black leather suit was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Alright! Alright! I'm here! I've finally waited for you! I can't see any red skin on my body anymore, I'm so tanned! I need to take good care of my skin!" Then, without even glancing at Ultron again, he happily ran towards the man with the cigar.

Those cheerful steps.

There is no indication that he was once an evil tyrant who ruled the universe.

"Belial? Belial??????" Ultron realized something. At this moment, he felt that his processor might really be about to burn out completely due to overprocessing this abstract information.

What kind of world is this?

What other mysterious and unpredictable beings have been imprisoned here?

……

at the same time.

DC Universe.

Seattle.

The abandoned basement of St. Caesar's Church.

The air was filled with a mixture of dust, rotten wood, and some strange incense.

The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the figure of a girl with a curvaceous figure, wearing a tight-fitting purple battle suit and a half-mask on her face. She was kneeling on the ground, carefully drawing a complex and eerie magic circle on the cold stone floor with powder that emitted a faint glow.

At the center of the magic circle stood Jordan Kent, tightly bound by special kryptonite chains and utterly weakened. Beside him, Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent, also bound, were desperately trying to use their "emotional intelligence."

"This... beautiful lady? A powerful guardian?"

Jonathan tried to make his voice sound sincere and harmless, "This must be a misunderstanding! We're really good people! Do we look like bad guys?"

As he spoke, he flashed the smile of a football captain, a smile that cheerleaders always find irresistible. Unfortunately, he wasn't dealing with any high school cheerleaders.

Seeing Jonathan's dejection, Damian immediately chimed in, his tone even carrying a hint of obsequiousness: "I swear on the honor of the Wayne family! We are absolutely on the side of the light! Your magic circle is exquisitely drawn, filled with divine power! It's clearly a profound power specifically designed to deal with evil!"

"Let me make a call, I can find you a more skilled helper." Damian couldn't hold back any longer and finally remembered that he had a great-father.

Unfortunately.

Their sweet talk and sharp tongue only elicited a cold sneer from the girl in purple.

"She exudes such a strong, nauseating demonic aura, yet her mouth is so eloquent..." She raised her head, her gaze behind the mask sharp as a knife.

"Isn't this irrefutable proof that you're colluding with the devil?" The girl pointed to a large box not far away, inside which were Jordan's glasses that could hide his true nature, Damian's bat-shaped props, and Jonathan's "Armor Hero" transformation belt with a distinctly different style.

"Recently, some extremely abstract and bizarre so-called superheroes have appeared in the city." The girl in purple's voice was wary. "Now that I think about it, it was probably a clumsy plan by you demons' lackeys! You wanted to use these ridiculous things to pollute and replace the true image of heroes, confuse the public, and weaken people's faith in the light!"

The more she spoke, the more convinced she became that she had discovered the truth, and her tone grew agitated: "Too bad! This can't be hidden from me! Now, I will use you, these human sacrifices who have sided with the devil, to perform a ritual to completely purify you, and use you as bait to lure out my damned father..."

Just as the girl finished speaking...

Boom! ! ! !
The already decaying ceiling in the church basement suddenly exploded!

Gravel and wood chips fell like a torrential rain!

A figure, like a cannonball, crashed to the ground with unparalleled force and dust! It landed right at the edge of the magic circle, shaking the entire basement three times!

The air was filled with smoke and dust.

The figure, clad in mimicry armor and sporting a flamboyant display of light wings on its back, slowly straightened up.

He patted non-existent dust off his shoulders and spoke in a deliberately crafted voice that was both magnetic and reassuring.

“Don’t be afraid! Don’t panic! Your loving father… uh, no, your loving savior—I, Ian Kent! have come to save you!” The boy’s gaze swept over the three bound men, finally settling on the youngest and most “pitiful” one, Damian.

The speaker on his body rang out—Grandpa Calabash, Grandpa Calabash, I am the grandpa on Calabash Mountain, I'll be the father of the monsters, I want to be the father, yay yay yay yay~.

Upon hearing the commotion, Damian Wayne, the heir to Batman, displayed astonishing quick thinking and… a knack for adaptability. Almost without hesitation, he immediately opened his mouth and screamed in a tearful voice, “Grandpa! Grandpa! Help! This wicked woman is trying to kill us!”

That cry of "Grandpa" was so sincere and moving that Ian recorded it all, leaving Jonathan and Jordan, who were standing next to him, completely stunned.

"Good, good, good! Everyone says you, Damian, are a bad kid! Now I understand, those are all rumors!" Ian was overjoyed upon hearing this. He nodded in satisfaction, preparing to take a domineering step and display the demeanor of a savior, but suddenly felt that the sensation under his feet was a little... wrong?

"Wow, it's so soft! How many layers of carpet did the church have?"

He landed in the most classic Iron Man pose, the way a real man should land like Webster, so much so that he could even feel a slight warmth on his hands as they touched the ground.

"No! No! Even the succubus carpets in my manor aren't this soft!"

Ian pinched while looking down.

His heavy breathing, comparable to Batman's, emanated from the soles of his feet.

“You know that even if you really like to act like a hooligan, you’re only pinching my knee right now, right?” said the “carpet” whose decoration was somewhat out of step with mainstream tastes.

It was a calm statement tinged with burning anger.

(End of this chapter)