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

Chapter 227 Who is the smartest in the Kent family?

have to say.

San Gongmo may not be good at other things, but he does have a certain level of insight. He did indeed guess the characteristics of the [Entropy Annihilation Lord].

【Survival of All Beings: Your existence is the pause for entropy increase. As the embodiment of order and chaos in the universe, the Entropy Annihilation Lord is born with the instinct to absorb the energy of all things.

Whether it's a star or those great beings... you can perceive and devour anything that possesses "energy," and everything in the world is nourishment to help you grow endlessly.

When you are hungry, your sanity will decrease by 30%, while when you are full, all your attributes will receive a 50% boost.

This is the most core talent skill of the [Entropy Annihilation Lord], and it also represents the [Entropy Annihilation Lord]'s ability to devour essence. San Gongmo has indeed guessed most of it.

Of course, even if Sangu Demon were given ten thousand more chances, he would never have imagined that the existence of the [Entropy Annihilation Lord] would actually be a beneficial help to the universe and this world.

This isn't just true in the Marvel Universe; it's also true in the DC Universe. Galactus primarily devours aging, entropy-increasing, and decaying planets and galaxies. By destroying old stars, Galactus creates conditions for the birth of new stars, galaxies, and life.

This prevents the universe from becoming static and unchanging.

The actions of planet devourers, on a macroscopic level, serve to "prune" and "renew" the universe, preventing it from falling into complete chaos or stagnation.

Moreover, it alleviates the burden on the universe, which is perpetually increasing in entropy, and can be considered as extending the lifespan of the universe. No universe would refuse such a "beneficial insect".

This can be seen from the fact that Ian's current human incarnation Galactus in the DC universe is still not suppressed in any way. However, because Sangu Mako does not understand the properties of Galactus, he is unable to realize this. He even regards Ian as a monstrous flood that will eventually poison the entire universe.

"As expected! You are the scourge of the outer universe! How greedy... how terrifying your abilities!!!" Sangu Demon's voice trembled slightly.

That stems from the fear of the unknown and absolute predation.

However, his roar, filled with terror and a sense of revealing the truth, sounded completely different to the countless people watching the "live broadcast" around the world.

"Beep—beep beep beep—beep—!!!"

A series of extremely piercing, rhythmic silencing sounds perfectly covered up all of San Gongmo's "lines".

in front of the TV.

The parents who had been watching the game with bated breathed a sigh of relief.

He spoke to the child beside him.

"Look, darling, that big bad guy is swearing again! Luckily, our God of Light is so kind and blocked out all the bad words, otherwise you wouldn't be able to learn them!"

The gentle mother beside her nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with emotion: "Lord En-yi is so thoughtful and kind; she even considered such details for us."

"A great hero, he was still a child himself, and he faced such a terrible monster alone, yet he still protected our children from contamination... I'm so moved, no one can understand!"

talking.

This mother also started posting on Ian's Little Green Book.

online.

The related discussions were even more heated.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! The censored sound is so vivid! That demon's mouth is full of profanities, is he some kind of Gotham demon?"

"The God of Light is mighty! Not only is he powerful, but he is also of noble character! I love him!"

"Brothers! Justice will prevail! The God of Light has taken one down! There's one left! Keep going!"

"I bet all my allowance this month on the God of Light! Charge! Charge! Charge!" When the crowd saw that Ian had defeated a powerful enemy and "thoughtfully" shielded them from the demon's foul language, their excitement grew even stronger, and prayers, cheers, and donations surged in like a tsunami.

Yes.

Although Ian says he doesn't care about money, he hasn't turned off the tipping function in his live stream, a tactic that most Americana streamers still can't figure out.

Except money.

People also provided Ian with another huge wave of faith!

However, while people around the world were cheering for Ian's "victory" and "thoughtfulness," the scene in the Dark Dimension was quite different.

Despite his surging internal energy almost overflowing and his body swelling to an unprecedented size, Ian's performance on the "live broadcast" was a completely different story.

The golden giant, who had just "struggled" to defeat his powerful enemy, did not press his advantage. Instead, he suddenly clutched his chest with his huge, golden hand. His heart was pounding, and his massive body even hunched over slightly, as if he were enduring immense pain.

“What a formidable opponent.” The “resolute” expression on Ian’s face was instantly replaced by a look that was a mixture of exhaustion, pain, and weakness.

He even started talking to himself, his voice not loud, but it was clear enough to be heard by every viewer through the live streaming equipment, full of tragic and sacrificial colors.

"Uh... to deal with that guy, my power... was consumed too much... my source... was severely damaged..." He panted heavily, acting very realistically.

The golden light seemed to have dimmed somewhat.

"I feel... completely drained... I'm... about to die..."

That's why there are so many mediocre actors in Hollywood who can thrive. The public really can't distinguish between good and bad, or rather, under certain atmospheres and emotional projections, they are willing to choose to believe.

Ian's exaggerated and almost clumsy sob act, coupled with the "visual evidence" that he had just "pyrrhically defeated" Darkseid and was covered in flickering golden light, instantly gripped the hearts of audiences around the world!

Countless people watching the "live broadcast" on various screens instinctively covered their mouths, gasped, and their eyes were filled with genuine worry and heartache.

It was as if the golden giant on the screen, which was even larger than a mountain, had truly reached the brink of exhaustion.

"Hero... hang in there!"

"Please make sure nothing happens to you!"

"God bless Lord Enyi!"

Similar prayers and whispers echoed in countless homes.

However, amid this global atmosphere of shared concern, two individuals reacted in starkly different ways.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Perhaps only the elderly father and mother, watching Ian's performance on television, were not worried; instead, they both slapped their foreheads in different places.

In a relatively intact neighborhood amidst the ruins.

Clark Kent, watching the live broadcast on a public television, couldn't help but slap his forehead, making a sharp sound. His usual gentle smile had vanished, replaced by a complex expression that mixed helplessness, embarrassment, and "I can't bear to watch" sentiment.

As a father who knew his youngest son all too well, he knew all too well that the surging power within Ian was probably about to overflow.

The so-called "being hollowed out" was purely a performance for the "family members".

"Ian's acting skills aren't even good enough for a school drama," Wonder Woman Princess Diana commented expressionlessly, a statement that was unanimously agreed upon by the other Justice League members.

"The child is still young...the child is still young...at least he hasn't grown up to be a bad person."

Superman kept muttering to himself.

It was as if he was brainwashing himself. "If it weren't for his abstract behavior, many people might have died tonight."

This is not.

Superman quickly convinced himself.

The other members of the Justice League all know what kind of person Ian is, so Superman no longer feels ashamed about it—the invincible Superman must also develop an invincible thick skin.

The person who was most miserable inside was actually Louise, who worked at the newspaper office.

"Snapped!"

Almost simultaneously, in the lively, rushed office of The Daily Planet, Louise Lane did the same thing.

She rubbed her aching temples, feeling a fierce conflict between her journalistic instincts and her maternal instincts. Looking at her youngest son's "weak" appearance on the screen, and sensing the fervent enthusiasm of her colleagues around her, who were practically swayed to the point of idolizing Ian, she felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

sometimes.

Louise really wanted to be just an ordinary reporter. She knew her colleagues weren't swayed by Ian's acting skills, but rather by the news value of the story he'd created.

Yes, the reporters' emotions and enthusiasm were all acting. Anyone familiar with America knows that truly first-rate actors become wrestlers and fighters, second-rate actors become reporters, politicians, lawyers, and doctors, and only third-rate actors end up in Hollywood, that movie factory.

But Louise was different.

After all, she and Ian had known each other since childhood, meaning she had known Ian since he was a child and knew exactly what kind of farts he was about to fart.

Now, standing on the front lines of public opinion, in the newsroom of the Daily Planet, watching Ian on the screen, Louise's feelings are more complicated than seeing an acquaintance acting.

"What kind of suffering have I endured? Even going to hell might not be as bad as this... Ugh, if I go to hell in the future, will I keep reliving this scene over and over again?"

Louise also knew a little about Hell, mainly from the bragging son of her family member, Ian, who had been talking about his trip to Hell for days.

Therefore.

Louis felt that the "circle of darkness" in hell was probably nothing more than this.

She sat among a group of excited, furiously writing journalist colleagues, watching her youngest son not only forcefully dominate global screens, staging an abstract drama that made everyone dig their toes in disbelief, but also her boss, the newspaper's editor-in-chief Perry White, pacing back and forth in the office, spitting as he demanded that they seize the initiative in publishing the news.

"Quick! Write it! Front page headline!"

"Tone! Pay attention to the tone! It must be absolutely positive!"

"Praise them to the fullest extent! We must write about the sacrifice, dedication, and greatness of this 'God of Light' in a way that moves heaven and earth!"

"Even if it's fabricated, it has to be tear-jerking, something that will bring tears to the readers' eyes! We, the Planet Daily, must become the most authoritative recorder of this 'miracle'!"

"Especially when they fabricate some inside stories about this new hero, audiences love to see that. Based on past experience, superheroes will not come forward to clarify anything."

Under the passionate guidance of the editor-in-chief and inspired by her "role model," her colleagues around her were bursting with inspiration, their keyboards clattering, and they effortlessly produced all sorts of ornate language and emotionally charged paragraphs, striving to beautify and elevate every action and line of Ian's dialogue. The prowess of writers was on full display.

"Even on the verge of physical collapse, he was still thinking about the safety of the Earth and the survival of billions of lives! What selflessness and greatness this is!"

"That cry of 'For my family' fully expressed his deep affection for all humanity, a bond that transcends blood ties!"

"His brilliance may dim temporarily, but the flame of hope he ignited will never be extinguished!" Liberal arts students are among those who excel at reading comprehension.

Louise was originally one of the best among them.

Unfortunately, now she's digging so hard with her toenails that she could practically carve out a three-bedroom apartment from inside her shoes.

Listening to these sycophantic compliments that even she found nauseating, Louise held her pen, staring at the blank document, but felt an immense weight pressing down on it and couldn't bring herself to write a single word.

Is she going to write that this God of Light, at three years old, is still afraid to sleep alone and likes to sneak under their bed and pitch a tent when she and Clark aren't looking?
Does she have to write that, according to the other party's relatives, the other party still disliked broccoli until the age of fourteen and could hide broccoli in any corner of the house?

Louise picked up her pen, and these were the thoughts that filled her mind.

Ask her to fabricate some stories about Ian's selflessness and greatness? Sorry, all she could think of was how Ian learned to trick Jordan out of his allowance when he was six years old and sell expensive protein powder to Jonathan.

This old mother really can't do it!
Just then, editor-in-chief Perry White moved to her workstation, looked at Louise's blank screen and conflicted expression, and adjusted her glasses in surprise.

“Ryan? What’s wrong with you? This isn’t like you! Someone who won the Pulitzer Prize (the highest honor for journalists) shouldn’t be acting like this in the face of such an epic event! Where’s your inspiration? Where’s your passion?” Perry White looked Louise up and down, and didn’t think Louise seemed to have run out of ideas.

"Forehead……"

Louise's heart skipped a beat when the editor asked her the question. She quickly forced an extremely stiff and awkward smile, her brain racing as she came up with a lame excuse.

"I...I might have eaten too many sandwiches...I'm a little...a little dizzy. Yes, dizzy! My brain's a bit foggy, let me...let me catch my breath, I'll be fine soon! I'll be fine soon!" Louise's excuse was obviously clumsy, but her acting out dizziness completely outshone Ian's.

after all.

The prettier a woman is, the better she is at acting.

Perry White looked at Louise with some skepticism, but given Louise's past illustrious record and reputation, he didn't say much, only patting Louise on the shoulder.

"Make adjustments as soon as possible! This could be the biggest news we encounter in our careers!" After saying that, he turned around and pointed out the other reporters who were full of inspiration.

"It needs to be extravagant enough!"

"Yes! Yes! Write that this new hero grew up in an orphanage."

"Then I was raised by two male couples and two female wives... Write two versions, no, ten versions, and try not to offend any group."

"Add all the elements like new immigrants and the American Dream to it."

The editor-in-chief is giving his opinions.

Watching the editor-in-chief's departing figure, Louise sighed silently, feeling an even greater headache. The article still had to be written, and it had to be written in a "righteous and glorious" manner.

It was written in accordance with the expectations of the editor-in-chief and "public opinion".

She rubbed her throbbing temples, struggled for a moment, and finally, helplessly, pulled out her phone. The one who tied the knot must untie it, or rather, only magic can defeat magic.

Think of this.

Louise glanced furtively at her handbag.

"Cat, all-powerful cat, please help me write this article. Remember our duo? Reporter and cat... It's time we experienced each other's lives." The woman who raised Ian was clearly no pushover either; Louise was actually trying to use Super Cat as a fairy cat.

Supercat, who was fast asleep, was woken up by Louise shaking him. He first meowed a few times to express his inability to read, then realized that Louise didn't understand him. He skillfully opened Louise's phone, found a contact named "Madison (Ian's classmate)" and pressed the dial button.

"dududu~"

The call is being connected.

Perhaps the Kent family, the super cats, are the only ones with super intelligence.

“Yes, Ian’s friend must know best how to portray Ian as a virtuous and righteous figure without any sense of incongruity!” Louise recalled the few times she had met that girl.

A glimmer of hope immediately rose in her previously disheartened heart. Seeing that Louise accepted the suggestion, Super Cat skillfully opened Louise's shopping app.

It ordered several "premium" cat foods with ingredient lists maxed out. Perhaps this is just how picky the independent cats of the new era are; they won't eat well if there aren't enough additives.

What we're really craving is that flavor that's never gone bad!
(End of this chapter)