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

Chapter 213 Raven vs. Ian
Inside the empty and gloomy church.

Ian thought he landed very cool.

however.

A heavy, suppressed breathing sound, comparable to Batman's when he discovers Robin has secretly driven the Batmobile again, came up from the soles of his feet—or more precisely, from where his knees were pressing down.

"You know that even if you really like to act like a thug, you're only pinching my knee right now, aren't you?"

A cold, clear female voice broke the deathly silence in the church. The voice was like ice, yet shrouded in a layer of volcanic lava about to erupt. The tone was calm, but every word carried a burning rage. Ian then realized his hand was still on the other woman's knee.

He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and leaned back so hard he almost fell to the ground.

"What! There's murderous intent!"

Ian suddenly looked down.

He saw that his feet were firmly planted on a young girl.

The other person was wearing a dark purple hooded robe, with long silver-white hair hanging down from the brim of the hood. His facial features were as cold and stern as an ice sculpture; to put it bluntly, he had a poker face.

The girl's purple eyes gazed silently at Ian.

There was no fluctuation at all.

It was as if what was being trampled was not flesh and blood, but a roadside stone tablet. This person was none other than Raven, one of the most mysterious and dangerous demigods in the DC Universe, a member of the House of Mercy, the Daughter of the Underworld, an Emotion Suppressor, and a potential host of the Soul Eater—this long list of titles already accounts for one-tenth of Ian's aliases.

The air froze for a second.

The raven didn't intervene, entirely because it was good-natured. Of course, it also knew how evil the opponent was, and that they even treated hellish demons like food.

"It's you? Miss Raven!"

Ian's eyes widened as he recognized the poker-faced girl before him. She was the mysterious girl from the Sannomiya Demon Claws incident, the one who could summon shadows and tear space apart with a flick of her wrist.

The confusion on Ian's face was instantly replaced by the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

However, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

The raven's beak twitched visibly, and a crack finally appeared in its otherwise emotionless eyes—a prelude to an imminent outburst of rage.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady.

"Please... get off me right now." Before she finished speaking, pale purple energy began to gather in her raised hands.

Like two flickering ghostly flames, they gleamed eerily in the dim light of the church.

This was her usual threatening tactic. In the past, as long as she used this move, even demons from hell would have to back down. She was certain that this strange middle school student would know better than to move away.

however.

Ian's reaction was completely beyond her expectations.

"Slurp~" Under the raven's dumbfounded gaze, Ian suddenly leaned forward and bit into the purple energy in her palm. His movement was as fast as a small animal pouncing on its prey; his teeth didn't even touch her skin before he swallowed the condensed energy whole.

"Gulu."

A soft sound.

The raging purple energy flowed like a gentle stream, and Ian inhaled it all in one gulp, leaving not a drop!

[Ding! High-level energy intake detected. Entropy Annihilation Lord experience points +1399]

A cold system notification sounded in Ian's mind.

He smacked his lips, a satisfied expression on his face, and muttered to himself.

"Sure enough, sweet-talking little boys get candy."

"Hiccup~"

Ian smacked his lips in satisfaction, and some kind of power within him seemed to have increased exhilaratingly.
These words made Raven want to hit someone, but fortunately Ian wasn't the kind of person who liked riding on other people's backs; he had his own mounts, and more than one.

Therefore.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Ian seemed to remember something, lightly jumped back a step, stood still, and looked at the raven lying on the ground as if questioning its existence.

"????"

The raven was indeed questioning its existence.

She lay on the ground, her mind almost blank for a second or two. Her magic… had been eaten? Eaten like a jelly by a human middle school student? This was completely beyond her comprehension of reality. Even she needed to carefully guide that power!
So, he was just... digested by the other party? Although Raven knew Ian had pica from their first meeting, this level of pica still overturned her worldview.

"Why isn't she moving? Should we perform CPR?"

Ian pulled out a large hammer.

"!!!"

The raven shuddered.

He quickly sat up from the ground and brushed the dust off his body.

"What's in your stomach?" Raven stared as Ian put away his hammer before daring to pat the wrinkles on his cloak, his face showing lingering fear.

Of course, there was also confusion. In all her years, this was the first time someone had ever treated her shadow energy as "candy," which was beyond just being considered strange.

Simply outrageous.

If it weren't for the fact that her temper had been honed to a high level through years of battling her inner demons and suppressing her own feelings, one of Ian and she would probably have been blown to bits by now.

"I have a stomach inside my belly."

Ian shared a piece of medical knowledge, then stared intently at Raven's forehead.

"You don't look well. Are you sick? Have you been feeling dizzy, weak, or emotionally unstable lately?" Ian seemed completely oblivious to Raven's displeasure.

He showed his warm and caring side.

of course.

He's the kind of warm-hearted guy who has an ulterior motive.

In the center of Raven's forehead—there was a faint purple line, like a closed eye, containing an abundance of energy that Ian could not even imagine.

"Let me see, maybe I can cure it." He said, reaching out to touch the raven's third "eye" on its forehead. He had already made up his mind: that bite just now added nearly 1,400 experience points, and the energy hidden in this forehead must be even purer. It would be wonderful if he could "pluck" a few more bites.

Maybe it can be upgraded directly.

Pretending to be stupid in order to achieve one's goal is not considered shameful.

"Don't come here!"

Raven's eyes narrowed.

His body slid backward half a meter in an instant.

He barely avoided Ian's groping.

She never expected that this middle school student would not only be bold, but also so audacious.

"I am not sick."

Raven emphasized it.

“That’s even more dangerous!” Ian shook his head seriously. “The fact that you can’t perceive the changes in yourself means that there’s something wrong with your internal balance mechanism.”

"I recommend immediate entropy annihilation therapy." Ian reached out his other hand directly towards the third "eye" on Raven's forehead—the core mark that sealed the power of her demon father, Sangokuma.

It was also the source of all her abilities. "Don't come any closer!"

The raven darted away and retreated to the corner of the wall.

Between her raised hands, a deep, ominous purple energy began to rapidly converge, like two miniature dark stars, radiating a chilling energy fluctuation.

Very intimidating.

Thinking of the consequences of the energy she had just gathered, Raven deflated again, only pleading earnestly. However, Ian persisted, like a persistent salesman: "Don't be shy, I'm a legitimately licensed doctor! I found a master forger, and it cost me a full three thousand dollars! It's as professional as you can get, with a medical license, a psychotherapy license, and even an interstellar medical license! All of them!"

Ian had no intention of giving up and stuck to it like a piece of chewing gum.

One chased, the other dodged.

Ian followed closely, his movements comical yet precise, sometimes rolling, sometimes teleporting, while Raven constantly shifted and moved, creating barriers and distorting space amidst flashes of purple light, even briefly opening a rift in the underworld in an attempt to shake him off.

"Just once! Just one touch!! Even one breath will do!" To the uninitiated, Ian might have thought he was spouting lewd words, but in reality, he simply had a pure desire to level up.

"you……"

Raven was nearly driven mad by Ian's ramblings and dodged again.

Ian desperately tried to touch Raven's third eye, a scene so intense it resembled a battle of wits between gods. No one would guess that this was a "doctor" eager to improve his skills caring for a "patient."

Just now.

A suppressed cough suddenly broke the eerie chase in the church—Jonathan, Jordan, and Damian were tightly bound, yet it didn't hinder their communication. They had been hanging there for some time, and hadn't dared to make a sound until now.

"No, could they slow down a bit?" Damian was dizzy from being shaken around, his gaze shifting between Ian and Raven. Finally, he leaned close to Jonathan and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My idol... does he know this crazy woman?"

Damian frowned, a brow he inherited from his father. In his opinion, anyone who could casually grab the three of them and hang them here was definitely not a normal person.

“This…” Jonathan frowned and shook his head, his face full of confusion. He had known Ian for fifteen years and had never heard Ian talk about Miss Purple.

To know.

Ian would tell his older brother about whoever caused his high blood pressure when he got home.

“I don’t know…Ian never mentioned it…but they do seem to know each other?” He tried to recall, and there seemed to be a vague impression, but he couldn’t remember clearly.

“Ask me, you all ask me.” Jordan was the only one who showed an “aha” moment. His eyes flashed with enlightenment, and he spoke with an expression that said he had seen through everything.

"Ah... everything makes sense now."

He imagined a complete story and then recounted it.

"This woman! She grabbed us without any reason, intimidated us, and interrogated us with all sorts of nonsensical questions! It turns out her ultimate goal wasn't for our sake!"

Jordan possessed some of the qualities of a true father, and confidence was one of them. He looked intently at Ian, who had begun his pursuit again, and his voice was firm and resolute.

“This woman is trying to lure Ian out! That must be it!” His voice echoed in the church, completely oblivious to Raven’s increasingly dark face and Ian’s intrigued expression.

Jordan continued his dramatic, speculative imaginings: "There's only one truth! Ian must have been cheating on his wife and gotten into trouble with his mistress! Now she's come knocking on his door! Judging by how flustered she is trying to 'check,' maybe... maybe she's even pregnant! She's here to confront the unfaithful man!"

"Oh! My super eyesight didn't see through this relationship sooner!" Jordan said, trying to focus his gaze, only to find that his eyes felt as if they had been hit by an invisible fist.

It was so dazzling that my swollen eyelids completely covered my eyeballs.

This was done by Ian.

“You evil Jordan! You’re definitely going to tell Mom that I got pregnant out of wedlock!” What Ian said was clearly not the same thing Jordan said.

But it's always better to be safe than sorry.

This is the kind of consideration that brothers should have.

"Okay, okay! I knew it!"

Jordan clearly misunderstood the reason why Ian "shot".

"Shut up!"

The raven's rage finally reached its breaking point. She abruptly stopped dodging, her eyes blazing with a brilliant purple light, like burning purple flames.

She instantly spotted Jordan, who was still rambling on and having wildly imaginative ideas.

The next moment, Jordan was horrified to find that he felt as if an invisible hand was choking him—no, more accurately, the space around his mouth distorted slightly, and then… his upper and lower lips seemed to have completely disappeared, as smooth as if no organs had ever grown there!
"Ugh?! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" Jordan could only let out a terrified groan, his eyes wide open, frantically trying to push with his tongue, but could only touch a smooth skin.

He was forced into silence.

And almost at the same time.

"Damn it! Jordan, you distracted me from checking on my baby!"

Ian, who jumped up again to avoid the raven's sudden burst of energy, found himself landing in a rotating purple miniature portal.

Suddenly, he cried out "Ouch!" and fell in. The next second, his head emerged from a stone carving on the high ceiling of the church.

The body below the neck was stuck on the other side.

Thus, a strange sight appeared in the church: Jordan had lost his mouth and was making horrified noises; Ian's head was hanging upside down from the ceiling while his body was stuck on the ground.

"But to be honest, this feeling is really strange."

Ian's head swayed like an ornament. After swaying it twice, instead of being alarmed, he looked at the raven in amazement and praised it.

"Wow! Spatial manipulation? Forced reality alteration? That's quite a fancy trick, miss! I knew our DC universe could also create its own Scarlet Witch... Purple Witch!"

This was genuine appreciation and admiration. Of course, Ian's attitude didn't last long. Soon, Ian changed his tone with a guarded air.

"Oh, right, to prevent you from overthinking what I just said and then openly trying to take responsibility for me, I need to explain a little."

"I have evolved to the point where I can go out and find embryos on my own, and conceive whatever kind of baby I want. I am incredibly independent."

"So, don't flatter yourself," Ian warned Raven, then turned his upside-down head with difficulty toward Jordan, who was panicking below after losing his mouth.

"See, Jordan? I told you to read less of those novels. He's practically terminally ill, hallucinating and talking nonsense now, isn't he? Now you have to choose between these two golden mouths and silver mouths."

Ian spoke in a serious tone.

He kept sobbing and complaining, unable to express himself verbally. He had only read novels written by Ian. Under Jordan's watchful gaze, who seemed to be jumping up and down in frustration, his body on the ground continued to move, pulling out a genuine gold and silver mouthpiece from his pocket.

Plug and play.

Out of brotherhood, Ian generously helped Jordan choose a golden mouth.

"Damn it! My mouth is full of static electricity!"

Jordan can finally speak.

"Nonsense! This is clearly pure gold!"

Ian felt a little guilty, so his voice automatically rose an octave.

This scene.

It's hard to give a proper evaluation.

"?????"

The raven was completely dumbfounded.

She doesn't understand.

It's only been two weeks since I last saw him, how come Ian has suddenly come up with so many new tricks?

(End of this chapter)