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

Chapter 250 Mythical Forms! And a New Class!
Thinking back to not long ago.

At the Devil's Manor, that kid Ian Kent stared at his legs, excitedly discussing the terrifying idea of ​​taking them apart to use as parts for a "Christmas reindeer."

At the time, Reverse Flash thought it was just the nonsense of a teenager, but now he felt a chill from the depths of his soul, as if it was not a joke but a pre-announcement of the "material".

"I might really be going to die..." Reverse Flash's consciousness fluctuated. He felt that dying once was nothing special, but dying so thoroughly was truly rare in the world.

The soul can certainly die.

Otherwise, why would my whole body feel so cold?

"I shouldn't have become a speedster in the first place."

Reverse-Flash Elberd Swann's remaining soul trembled amidst the raging torrent of the Speed ​​Force, and he even harbored a bittersweet wish that his soul would be scattered and destroyed.

Under his blank, numb "gaze".

The Speed ​​Force space is undergoing a revolutionary transformation.

The golden energy that was originally pure, vast, and represented the cornerstone of cosmic time was now being frantically corrupted and assimilated by the chaotic gray-white arcs of electricity emanating from Ian. It was no longer Ian connecting with the Speed ​​Force, but rather the Speed ​​Force seemed to be being forced to become a part of Ian!

The entire dimension was trembling violently, and on the barriers of space, strange rune phantoms, incomprehensible even to Reverse Lightning and bearing Ian's personal style, began to vaguely appear.

In short, they can only be described as bizarre and grotesque.

It was as if the entire Speed ​​Force space was about to be forcibly branded with Ian's unique mark.

"what is that!"

Against the backdrop of the swirling Speed ​​Force energy vortex in space, Reverse Flash, as if illiterate, watched in utter horror and disbelief as Ian's body projected a colossal, indistinct shadow that blotted out the sky.

The shadow was not a physical entity, yet it exuded an aura of majesty and indifference that transcended time, as if a single thought of its could determine the birth and death of countless timelines.

At this suffocating moment, a clear yet chilling notification sounded in Ian's ear. The system, as always, preferred to maintain its aloof persona. [You have acquired the universal skill: Mythical Form: Monarch of Time.]

Mythical Form: Monarch of Time: When the truth of time is discovered and the chains of cause and effect are broken, you will no longer be a traveler in the mortal world—but a monarch who transcends time!

Your will is the law of time, and your very existence is a challenge to the "eternal flow".

In this state, you are both the observer and the master of time; the fate of all living beings and the sequence of all events are entirely within your control.

Even if all the threads of time break.

That being that shatters the laws of cause and effect will also descend upon the world.

The supreme ruler who controls the power of time will reign over all things in the cracks of space and time, revealing his form and rewriting the course of reality with absolute temporal power!

Ian checked his suddenly acquired mythical form almost immediately.

It contains the word "myth".

Of course, it won't be ordinary.

Meanwhile, not only in Ian's original point in time, but also across countless timelines and parallel universes—as long as their rules were connected to the Speed ​​Force—all beings gazing at the sky witnessed terrifying phenomena that would haunt them for life, phenomena capable of shattering their worldviews. The sky was no longer the familiar blue or night; the clouds were dispersed by an invisible force, replaced by countless violent, gray-white, and gold lightning bolts silently surging through the depths of space.

Galloping!

That was not a natural celestial phenomenon, but rather the background of the entire universe seemed to have transformed into a churning nebula, and at the center of that nebula, a blurry figure composed of lightning and fragments of time, whose size and majesty could not be described in words, was appearing and disappearing, as if it would soon rule over every node on the timeline!
One certificate, forever!
His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, sweeping indifferently across the myriad worlds.

In the past, present, and future, countless beings tremble, shake, fear, and unease, bringing with them a sense of awe and fear of higher-dimensional existence, stemming from their life instincts.

Anomalies in the universe.

It appears at every point in time.

such as.

London at the end of the 18th century, during the First Industrial Revolution.

In London's East End, on the narrow, muddy streets near Whitechapel, the thick fog, not yet fully dispelled by the smoke of the Industrial Revolution, was now mixed with a deeper sense of dread.

Beneath the billowing smoke of the factory chimneys, workers have just finished a long day's work.

The citizens were dressed in rags.

Even the nobles riding in magnificent carriages stopped in their tracks, looked up at the sky, and were stunned by the terrifying sight reflected in the cosmos.

The sky, which was originally shrouded in fog and coal dust, now seemed to have become a huge, transparent curtain, behind which lay the vast and boundless deep space of the universe.

But this deep space was not peaceful; countless gray-white and gold hues intertwined, and silent lightning surged and roared like wildly dancing serpents. And at the center of that lightning storm, a blurry yet immense figure stood majestically, its outline composed of flowing time and shattered stars.

His godlike figure and indifferent gaze seemed to pierce through the brickwork and mist of the Victorian era, leaving an indelible mark on the souls of everyone.

"My God... what... what is that?!" A man wearing a tattered top hat dropped his tools on the ground with a crisp sound.

But he was completely unaware.

"Is this the end of the world? Is it God's judgment day?!" An old woman made the sign of the cross on her chest in terror, her voice trembling.

"No...it doesn't look like...that looks...like the shadow of a 'person'?"

A young man with some education, pale-faced, muttered to himself, his worldview crumbling. This era had not even begun its exploration of the stars and the universe.

Even scholars would be terrified if they saw such a sight in the sky.

“It’s…it’s a demon! It must be related to the Ripper…it’s a demon from hell summoned by the Ripper!” Some people are linking this to the serial murders that are currently causing panic in London.

This immediately triggered an even more violent commotion.

"A demon! It must be a demon!" someone screamed hysterically. Panic spread through the crowd like a plague, and whispers of confusion, fear, and despair merged into a noisy sea.

"Oh no!" People crossed themselves in terror, knelt in prayer, or fled in all directions like headless flies, searching for cellars that were far too few to take refuge in.

A detective investigating a lead dropped his pipe into the muddy water.

He stared blankly at the sky, muttering to himself, "This...this transcends any natural phenomenon...and also transcends any scientific explanation..."

His worldview, along with all his reasoning about the case, seemed so insignificant and laughable at this moment. Not only the detectives, but even some detectives were completely unaware of what had happened.

Behind the window at 221B Baker Street.

A tall, slender man in a bathrobe, pipe in hand, stared intently at the strange phenomenon in the sky, his brow furrowed. His partner, a slightly overweight doctor, asked in alarm.

"Holmes, what...what is this?"

The doctor was also terrified.

Sherlock Holmes's gaze was sharp as an eagle's, trying to analyze the logic and patterns in the chaotic light and shadow, but in the end, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity: "Watson, I'm afraid... we are facing a 'power' far beyond our comprehension."

Even the greatest detectives seem unable to glean useful information, perhaps because in this era, the extraordinary is rarely seen, and he has little opportunity to come into contact with extraordinary things.

“You have to tell me that this is at least not some kind of crime.”

Dr. Watson sought psychological comfort, or at least a little bit of deception that would put him at ease.

however.

Holmes was not keen on him getting his way.

"Who knows? It's hard to say. Maybe it's a crime, but we just can't understand it or touch upon it... You'd better hurry up and think about how we're going to pay next month's rent."

Holmes shrugged.

Although they were still looking outside with curiosity, they did not show the same fear and anxiety as the others.

When he raised his hand and looked at his trembling hands, which were instinctively filled with fear, his expression was one of excited amazement, as if he had found some new unknown to explore.

"We don't have rent, and isn't that all because of you?"

"It does not matter!"

"What's important!"

"You should think carefully about how we should pay the rent."

"Shouldn't you be the one using your brain?"

……

The argument continued in the room on the second floor.

And below this small building.

Outside an elegantly decorated café, a woman with extraordinary poise, dressed in a beautiful long dress that was in keeping with the times, slowly put down her coffee cup.

She looked up, calmly gazing at the strange phenomenon in the sky that was shaking the universe. Her face showed none of the panic of the surrounding crowd, but rather an all-knowing composure. "I came to see Sherlock Holmes, not this guy. What bad luck."

The woman sighed, then gracefully picked up the parasol leaning against the table, snapped it open, and held it above her head to block out the unsettling "light" that wasn't from the sun.

Just as the parasol was raised above her head, briefly obscuring her view—the edge of the parasol swept across, and as if by magic, a woman shrouded in a black gauze dress silently appeared on the previously empty seat opposite her.

Her face was blurred, and she exuded a chilling aura of the end of all things and eternal slumber. This person was the personification of death itself—Miss Death.

"so."

Miss Death spoke, her voice ethereal and otherworldly, seemingly very aloof.

"It seems you knew before me that the reason why the speedsters could no longer truly travel through time freely was actually because, at a macroscopic level above the timeline, a new controller had emerged." Her gaze seemed to pierce through the roof of the café, landing directly on the enormous figure in the cosmic nebula.

"Oh?"

The woman holding the umbrella had a subtle smile playing on her lips, neither confirming nor denying.

"Then who are you, Lady Paradox?"

Miss Death withdrew her gaze and landed on the woman opposite her, a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "The Lord of Time... shouldn't he be an enemy of the wielder of time?"

Her words seemed to be testing some kind of boundary.

The woman known as Lady Paradox maintained her enigmatic smile and did not directly answer Miss Death's question. She simply picked up her now slightly cold coffee.

He took a sip, his movements unhurried and relaxed.

“At the end of time.” The Paradoxical Lady put down her teacup, her voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable power, “You promised me that you would give Ian Kent the death he was destined to have.”

This is a question.

Miss Death's face, shrouded in black veil, seemed to twitch slightly.

"I always keep my word."

No one could read her expression or discern her emotions from her tone of voice.

“If that’s the case,” Ms. Paradox nodded in satisfaction. “That’s good.”

She stood up, still holding the seemingly ordinary parasol in her hand, and walked lightly towards a blue police phone booth that suddenly appeared on the street corner and looked very old.

“You’re even worse than Ian Kent.”

Watching the paradoxical woman walk into the phone booth, the phone booth then emitted a strange noise, as if space was being compressed and then released, before disappearing into thin air.

The figure of Miss Death vanished silently into the air, like a sand painting scattered by the wind. Amidst the surrounding clamor and terror, no one noticed the brief encounter between these two transcendent beings.

Their attention remained firmly drawn to the terrifying spectacle in the sky, immersed in a profound fear of the unknown. Such shocking events had occurred in other eras as well.

The present that Ian lives in.

And the future he will eventually arrive at, but one that will certainly be utterly changed.

21st century.

Inside the Justice League's satellite headquarters, piercing alarms blared in every corner. However, no one paid any attention, as the superheroes were all too busy dealing with their own problems.

Moreover, the reality around us is also being distorted and changed.

What other anomalies occur?

It's nothing to be surprised about anymore.

"Destroy it!"

Cyborg's Apokolips technology has severely degenerated, and he is now more like a human being. He finds himself "degenerating" into a mortal, but not a normal one.

How should I describe it?

Cyborg finds himself transforming from a technological warrior into a kind of "Pinduoduo" warrior, with various parts on his body seemingly collected from different creatures.

"Damn! This burger is so delicious!!" The chubby heroine was oblivious to everything else. She knew this was wrong, but her body clearly had its own thoughts.

The same goes for Aquaman.

"Good news, I still have Binzhou; bad news, my Binzhou is emitting a rainbow of colors."

His only concern is his own health.

"The Speedster is finished!"

The Flash also lay on the ground looking utterly dejected.

What Reverse Lightning can perceive.

He could sense it too.

"What should we do, friends!"

Even as the chubby female warrior ate, her rationality was still fighting against her appetite.

"What kind of crisis is lurking in the sky again! It's terrifying!"

As a demigod, her perception was more direct; it was not the power of the Olympian pantheon she was familiar with, but a more primal and fundamental manifestation of authority.

"Besides relying on Superman, what else can we do? This is not something we can get involved in. It's not like making a movie; we can't be involved in every event."

Aquaman's intelligence seems to have greatly improved.

"Yes."

Green Lantern arrived late, but he's now known as "Cuckold."

They seemed to have given up, or perhaps they had become disillusioned with the world. Meanwhile, in low Earth orbit, Clark Kent and Superman were still striving.

He was flying wildly in the opposite direction of Earth's rotation at a speed exceeding the limits of physics. A long energy trail trailed behind Clark, his body enduring unimaginable spacetime torque, every muscle groaning in pain, as if trying to forcibly drag the planet off its predetermined timeline.

He saw it too.

He saw it reflected against the backdrop of the entire universe.

An indescribably enormous figure. Although the figure was blurry, a deep-seated, chilling familiarity pierced his heart like an ice pick.

"Just how many more changes will emerge!"

Shock, confusion, worry, and a complex mix of emotions overwhelmed Clark instantly. But his flight speed didn't decrease at all; instead, he increased it even more desperately!

He didn't know what had happened to Ian, nor what this cosmic phenomenon meant. All he knew was that if it was all related to Ian being sent into the Speed ​​Force...

Then he must be faster!

Before everything becomes irreversible, time must be reversed to prevent the timeline from freezing! He transformed into a blue-red meteor that tore through space, stubbornly and alone against the seemingly accelerating and solidifying flow of time in the entire universe, bearing the heavy burden of saving the world firmly on his already overburdened shoulders.

The surrounding stars seemed to dim because of the huge projection in the sky.

Only Superman's figure, who went against the tide at all costs, became a faint but inextinguishable ray of hope in this collapsing space-time.

however.

Perhaps he has the chance to save the world.

But in the end.

The effects of the timeline will still affect him.

“What’s going on!!!”

Superman suddenly sensed something dormant, unknown, and seemingly hidden deep within his genes within him, as if it had been awakened by the influence of the past.

That is.

Code of Life.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Speed ​​Force space, Ian, filled with endless Speed ​​Force that had already taken on his personal characteristics, hadn't had time to carefully study the power of his newly acquired [Mythical Form: Phase Monarch] when the cold system notification sounded in his ears again.

[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. A new job template has been unlocked. You can obtain a modified extraordinary job by fulfilling the necessary requirements for job acquisition.]

The new class [Paradox Knight] is now unlocked in the class selection screen.

(End of this chapter)