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

Chapter 231 Ian: I am the Amazing Master Paru!

Earth.

The mother of humankind, the home of life.

It had actually been "released" by Ian.

It has returned to its original cosmic coordinates.

"Having it inside is as uncomfortable as having a kidney stone, thankfully I know how to get it out," Ian complained as he waved his hand, dispelling the dark dimension that covered this star field. The distorted space returned to normal, and real cosmic background radiation and starlight once again shone down.

He first looked at the Earth that he had "returned" to its original position, then raised an eyebrow slightly—it seemed... the position had shifted a little? The orbit that should have been revolving around the sun seemed to have shifted outwards a tiny bit?

Unfortunately, this happens when you don't aim properly. Many people's toilets suffer because of this, and in Ian's case, it manifests as the Earth seeming to be a bit farther away from the sun.

And the distance from the moon... seems to have increased somewhat?
As a top student

At least as a self-proclaimed erudite scholar, he was quite aware of the trouble such a deviation would cause. The sun is Earth's primary energy source, determining almost all key conditions such as climate, temperature, and the evolution of life. If Earth's orbit shifts outward, even by only 5% to 10%, the consequences would be catastrophic.

The Earth's current average surface temperature is approximately 15°C.

If the Earth were 10% farther from the sun, it would receive about 19% less solar radiation, which would mean that the global average temperature could drop to -10°C or even lower.

Although the moon does not provide light and heat, its gravitational pull on Earth is extremely important. If the moon were to move away from Earth, the main impacts would be on tides, rotation, and climate stability.

"Fortunately, it only deviated by two percent!" Ian was somewhat relieved that he had a heart that wanted to protect the best of Earth and hadn't gone too far.

“Perhaps I can put it back in the safe and then release it again with my amazing pistol… as they say, practice makes perfect.” Ian’s extraordinary wisdom guided his brain to come up with a brilliant idea.

And just then.

A familiar sense of being watched suddenly descended upon him, sending chills down his spine!
"Something's wrong! It's the echo from the Gucci belt!"

Ian suddenly looked up.

He immediately saw an alien not far away, silently floating in the vacuum, arms crossed, staring at him expressionlessly—yes, his old father.

Clark Kent, also known as Superman!
Those blue eyes no longer held their usual gentleness; instead, they held a scrutinizing gaze that mixed helplessness, headache, and a sense of "what kind of trouble are you up to now?"

His mind-reading ability didn't seem to be able to read Ian's mind.

Ian's heart skipped a beat, and almost reflexively, he immediately covered his...right hand with both hands. Don't ask him how he could cover his third hand with both hands.

As for the evil god, he can have as many hands as he wants.

"Dad! Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Have mercy!" Ian's face was filled with fear and "weakness," and his voice rose eight octaves as he shouted, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Don't disturb my unborn child! There's a baby inside the placenta in my palm! It's billions of years old! It's of great historical value! It's a nationally protected antique baby!"

Without waiting for Clark's reaction, he took off running... well, you can't take off running in a vacuum, so he raised his hands and flew out in a classic flying pose.

Energy surged throughout his body.

Ian shot into Earth's atmosphere with a "whoosh".

Disappeared in an instant.

He remained where he was, leaving Superman Clark alone, bewildered in the vacuum of space.

Clark listened to Ian's outrageous, galactic "plea for mercy," watched his exaggerated performance and his fleeing figure, and finally helplessly lowered his raised hand.

He didn't even have the slightest thought of chasing after him.

Clark knows Ian too well.

If he dares to chase after him, even if he only shows the slightest intention to pursue the matter, that little bastard Ian will definitely give him a "miscarriage on the spot" performance right there and then.

Then, the "Superhero Popularity Center" will suddenly be flooded with exaggerated and fabricated content. Before the next day even arrives, he'll be approached by all sorts of shady protection agencies whenever he goes out to be a hero. This is exactly what Ian is capable of; in the end, it'll be Clark himself who suffers the most.

"Sigh..." Clark sighed deeply, feeling that raising Ian into a person of value to society was more mentally taxing than dealing with ten Brainiacs at the same time.

He turned his gaze to the Earth, which Ian had "returned" to its original position, but which was clearly off course and much farther from the moon than it should have been.

Superman's superhuman vision was at work; his eyes were able to see clearly that, due to this sudden change in orbit, a chain of natural reactions had begun to occur on Earth.

Tidal forces are undergoing subtle and chaotic changes globally, and crustal activity appears to be affected, with signs of instability emerging in some regions' climate systems.

The Earth's temperature is also dropping rapidly.

"That brat..." Clark rubbed his temples, knowing that now was not the time to dwell on Ian; the most urgent task was to clean up the mess his youngest son had made.

Without further hesitation, he took a deep breath of "qi" that did not exist in the universe, and a powerful bio-field instantly expanded outward, like an invisible yet gentle and strong giant hand, slowly and steadily covering the entire Earth! Then, this god on earth adjusted his posture and flew to the side of the Earth.

Clark stretched out his hands and, like an athlete pushing a giant exercise ball, began to exert force from a distance, "pushing" the Earth back into its proper orbit. If this scene had been captured by a telescope, it would likely have become one of the most shocking and bizarre sights in human history.

It is clear.

Superman unlocked a new way to use biofields, which is why he was able to perform this amazing operation of pushing the Earth to move without touching it.

Just as Superman was busy pushing the ball...

On the other side, Ian plunged into the Earth's atmosphere as if being chased by wasps, leaving a long trail of hot ions behind him from the friction.

As he flew at high speed, he kept looking back in fear, afraid that his father, lacking any sense of martial ethics, would suddenly appear behind him and give him a "righteous backstab".

Fortunately, after flying for half a day, Clark didn't catch up, and Ian breathed a slight sigh of relief. But he still didn't dare to be careless, knowing his father's unpredictable speed and perception.

"Even Dad can be unpredictable sometimes."

Ian knew the stakes he was playing, and even seemed a little paranoid, worried that Clark had anticipated his prediction and was waiting for him at his likely destination.

With that in mind, Ian began his extremely cautious "stealth" mode. He first flew around the Earth several times, using the urban heat island effect, large magnetic field interference zones, and even some erupting volcanic plumes as cover, constantly changing direction and altitude, carrying out what he considered to be "counter-tracking" operations.

of course.

The reality is that Ian is probably fighting a battle of wits with himself, and he knows it. However, knowing is one thing, but if he doesn't do it, who knows if he will regret it after he gets caught.

Moreover, he still needed to show his guilty conscience so that he could "correct his mistakes" if his father caught him. Ian was already calculating a lot of things in his mind.

Finally, after confirming that his father didn't seem to be trying to catch him, he quietly and stealthily landed at the Devil's Manor in the heart of the city, like a thief.

Instead of going straight through the main entrance, Ian stealthily dug a tunnel deep underground, until he reached the underground area near the core defensive array of the manor. He even pulled out a thick lead plate printed with nude photos of Hollywood actresses from somewhere and held it above his head.

Only then did they carefully break through the soil and crawl into the most hidden secret room underground in the manor.

He firmly believed that, given his father's character and love for his mother, he would never use his X-ray vision to look at nude photos of beautiful women. If his father's character was questionable, he would complain to his mother. Yes, these photos could effectively prevent Superman from remotely spying on them; Ian wouldn't normally teach such a secret that even Batman hadn't figured out.

"Where's the Kryptonite I mined in Uncle Bruce's living room?" Only with more than a ton of Kryptonite in hand did Ian feel a little more at ease in the secret room.

Back in his absolutely safe haven, Ian finally relaxed completely. He dusted off imaginary dirt and sat cross-legged on the rune array eye in the center of the secret chamber, which emitted a faint magical glow.

It's time to take stock of the most important spoils.

Money and gold are not what Ian cares about most right now.

He closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into his body and arrived at that extra dimension specifically used to "contain" and "study" extraterrestrial life—a small world completely under his control with peculiar rules.

His consciousness materialized into his image, appearing in the "sky" of this extra-dimensional space. Looking down, the scene reminded him of a famous children's anime.

Ian, mimicking Ash from Pokémon, swung his fist forward with great pride, then roared with laughter in the sky in the form of the sun. "Hahaha! I've captured—Golden Superman and Ultraman Tiga!"

Ian was indeed a bit smug. If he couldn't subdue Darkseid, that heavyweight cancer in the DC universe, couldn't he at least subdue Golden Superman and Ultraman Tiga?

Don't be fooled by how powerful Superman may be in his own universe; in the DC universe, his status and importance are not as great as that of Ian Kent, who was born and raised there.

The fact that Ian was able to take it into his dimension speaks volumes.

In his extra dimension, dragons must coil and tigers must lie low! Below, just like how protagonists in many transmigration novels wake up in a forest, in that alley that Ian mischievously set as the initial landing point for all "outsiders," two figures were getting up from the ground in a somewhat disheveled manner.

Yes, the two figures were none other than the shameless and incredibly wicked Golden Superman and Ultraman Tiga, who had merged into one in front of a child and were now forcibly separated by Ian.

At this moment, both extraordinary beings were in rather miserable condition. The once radiant Golden Superman's spirit had dimmed, and although his muscles, which once seemed capable of shattering a planet with a single punch, were still there, they looked like muscles created with protein powder, giving the impression of being "all show and no substance."

After getting up, Golden Superman immediately realized that something was wrong.

His expression changed drastically!

"What's going on... my power... my Kryptonian genes... why does it all seem to have gone dormant?!" He tried to mobilize the solar energy within his body, but found it was like throwing a stone into the sea, with no response whatsoever! This feeling was even more alarming than when he first came into contact with Kryptonite in his youth!
"utterly shocked" is not enough to describe his panic at that moment.

Ian would describe Golden Superman's current state as utterly pale.

Compared to the golden Ultraman with a normal human body, the situation of Ultraman Tiga next to him is even more bizarre. His huge body of light has shrunk to a near-human proportion, and his originally dazzling red, silver and purple color scheme has become dull, although the energy timer on his chest is still blue.

But the light was faint.

Ultraman Tiga raised his hands, turning his enormous silver palms over and over, his eyes filled with confusion. He felt that for some reason, his mouth was filled with the taste of leaded gasoline.

same.

Tiga didn't understand why he had gotten involved in such an inexplicable struggle. The current situation felt extremely strange even to a seasoned street urchin like himself.

He had died once before, and was practically used to dying, his consciousness returning to fragments of light, awaiting the possibility of revival. But this time, he was forcibly pulled out of that dormant state by an incomparably tyrannical force, not only being stuffed into this strange universe but also stripped of his power.

Who can take away my power?

Tiga's heart was in turmoil. He looked at Golden Transcendent, whose emotions were also fluctuating greatly like his own. However, he opened his mouth, trying to express something.

"Don't panic, I haven't lost my original abilities yet. Just give me some time to absorb the new light," Tiga said, but the voice that came out was only Ultraman's classic voice.

"TIGA!~TIGA!~TIGA!~"

Tiga kept repeating the same syllable over and over. There was no way around it; having lost his power, his ability to communicate telepathically with other beings had naturally ceased to function. Perhaps Belial, that black guy, could understand his language, but Tiga genuinely couldn't understand the language of Golden Superman.

Golden Superman was somewhat bewildered by Tiga's sudden statement.

He frowned, looking at the once enormous, now seemingly grotesque figure in a suit beside him, and spread his hands, his tone filled with confusion and a hint of helplessness.

"Can you... speak like a human being?" He couldn't understand a single word! The reason we don't use "one word" is because Tiga seemed to be repeating only one word over and over again.

Ultraman Tiga: "..."

He was also helpless.

After failing to communicate, Tiga paused for a moment and decided that he must first use the old method to recover some of his power, at least to regain telepathy or basic combat abilities.

He had an almost instinctive process for restoring his strength. Since his body was temporarily severely depleted, he would use the most primitive and direct method—absorbing light!

Tiga slowly closed his large, eyelidless eyes, as if the two light bulbs were off, and began to adjust his nearly depleted energy core, constantly trying to establish a connection with the "light" in the surrounding environment, and carrying out the most basic action of absorbing the nutrients he needed.

For Tiga, the definition of "light" has always been broad. It includes not only visible sunlight and starlight, but also positive emotional energies such as the light of hope and courage in people's hearts, and even in some extreme cases, even just the conceptual "light", such as the word "light" written on the wall.

He can draw strength from all of them.

of course.

It doesn't matter if there's no light.

If Tiga feels there is light, then there is light. It is this ability that makes Tiga one of the Ultramen who comes back to life most often, accepting any form of light without hesitation.

Especially the sunlight in the sky.

It's so warm.

Ultraman Tiga welcomes all comers!
He activated the energy-absorbing method that had transcended countless times and helped him overcome numerous crises, like a dried-up sponge, greedily absorbing everything around him that could be defined as "light"!

The faint visible light was drawn in, like fireflies converging into his body; the sparse light energy permeating the air, originating from the distant city lights, was also extracted.

Even the "LIGHT" graffiti on the wall seemed to have an extremely faint, almost illusory energy fluctuation due to the concept of "light" it carried, which he could detect.

Throughout his life, which spans billions of years and exists in various forms, Tiga has gone through this process countless times. Each time he is severely injured and exhausted, he relies on this method, like a spark, to rekindle his own light.

However, this time—by sheer coincidence—the ever-changing Ultraman Tiga truly experienced the wonder of a new life for free. Everyone defines wonder differently.

Tiga had only absorbed the energy twice, and before the dormant energy core could even generate a trace of warmth, he subconsciously sensed something was wrong.

"hiss--!!!"

Ultraman Tiga suddenly opened his eyes.

Those milky white eyes were filled with extreme horror!

From the perspective of Golden Superman, the giant "suited man" next to him suddenly shuddered violently without warning, as if he had been electrocuted! Immediately afterwards, Tiga's massive body seemed to have had its bones removed, and he crashed straight backward to the ground with a thud.

What left the Golden Superman even more dumbfounded was that Tiga's iconic T-shaped mouth began to uncontrollably spew out white foam!
The foam also carried an indescribable, eerie smell, like a mixture of industrial cleaning agents and expired candy!
"no?!"

Golden Superman was startled and forgot all about studying the flashing icon. He quickly squatted down and looked at Tiga, who was lying on the ground convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

He was somewhat at a loss.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Are you having a seizure? Do you aliens in suits have epilepsy too?" Golden Superman tried to help him up, but froze when he saw Tiga's smooth body, which didn't even have any pockets. "Do you have any emergency medicine or anything from your alien world on you? Where did you put it?"

He had absolutely no understanding of Ultraman's physiological structure, and looking at the smooth "suit," he had no idea where to begin.

"You have to tell me, what's wrong with you?" Golden Superman was getting anxious. He was in a completely unfamiliar place, and his own powers had disappeared. If this guy, who seemed to be his only "comrade," were to die, he would be completely helpless. He kept patting Tiga's huge, hard face.

An attempt to awaken the man in the suit.

"Hey! Wake up! Hang in there!"

Tiga's entire body was trembling uncontrollably, the immense pain nearly causing him to lose consciousness. However, his powerful willpower allowed him to retain a sliver of clarity.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort.

With difficulty, he raised a trembling arm, dipped his index finger into a small puddle of murky water on the ground beside him, and used his last bit of strength to scribble a line of words on the ground, crooked but legible enough to be read.

"This light...the light here...is poisonous..."

When has Ultraman Tiga ever suffered like this?

The lights in his eyes were flashing wildly.

The more white foam he spit out, the more he spews out.

It's clear that it's quite toxic.

(End of this chapter)