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

Chapter 251 Batman! I am the God of Speed!
to be frank.

Ian was somewhat surprised by the sudden notification from the system.

He knows very well how difficult it is to awaken a new profession in the DC Universe; all the professions he has awakened are either related to outer space or the Marvel Universe.

Ian truly didn't possess a single profession imbued with the native essence of the DC universe. Because of this, he once believed that the power and laws of the DC universe might not offer him any professions.

Unexpectedly, his hard-won victory over his autism and his courageous act of single-handedly venturing into the Speed ​​Force to seek justice for his two older brothers and an unimportant cousin turned out to be a reward for his good deeds, as the Speed ​​Force gave him a brand new career.

Paradox Knight!

Although the name of this profession doesn't sound very imposing, the job description is quite impressive, perhaps because it belongs to the more reserved and unassuming type of profession.

It perfectly matches the professional qualities that can be awakened in the DC universe.

The actual meaning it represents.

It is no weaker than other ultimate professions. It combines the ultimate kinetic energy of the Speed ​​Force with the profound laws of the [Flashpoint] paradox, and can be said to be both the embodiment of speed and a rift in logic.

【Paradox Knight: You are the eternal arbiter who holds the balance of time and space, the guardian who forges eternal oaths in the paradox of time, and the battlefield meat grinder who can manipulate paradox energy to create logically collapsed battlefields and crush conventional combat power with "causal pollution". You are the final knight who does not want to see you walk towards them.

All beings drift along in the torrent of time, but only the Paradox Knight can transcend the timeline, using divine power as a pen and paradox as ink to freely add and delete on the scroll of history—your will can bring a thousand-year civilization into existence in an instant, or cause an eternal divine kingdom to be annihilated in a moment.

As the Paradox Knight, you will control the "right to revise the timeline" and the "right to be exempt from the law of causality," becoming the only "exceptional existence" in the river of time and space that is not bound by the rules. When all things in the world follow the eternal iron law of "cause must produce effect, and effect must have cause," the Paradox Knight is the god-slaying blade that cuts through the chains of logic.

Built on the foundation of "impossibility" and nourished by "contradiction," it gives birth to an "absolutely impossible victory" from an "absolutely unattainable destiny."

Anyway, it's still that kind of mysterious description, giving people a feeling of being impressed but not understanding. Ian doesn't know if he was able to awaken a new class because his system gave him special treatment, or if the DC universe really has a power that can awaken a new class. Perhaps it's related to the fact that the Speed ​​Force is a pillar-level power.

Ian seemed to be deep in thought.

Besides.

Actually, the Speed ​​Force had unknowingly been tainted by the outer universe, so it was through this outer universe aura that he was able to awaken the possibility of wanting a new profession.

However, Ian didn't intend to delve into the details here. The reason was unknown, but the new profession he'd acquired was something he genuinely needed to investigate.

"I wonder how difficult it is to achieve this professional awakening?"

Ian looked curiously at the career system interface that appeared in his consciousness.

The class icon for the Paradox Knight is a chaotic lightning bolt that constantly coils itself into a Möbius strip, radiating an alluring yet dangerous light.

The description of the job change quest below is concise yet bizarre.

[Job Change Quest: Quest: On the timeline, complete a fooling act, creating a paradox.]

As the saying goes, the fewer the words, the more concise and complicated the task. This seemingly simple job change task is exactly the kind of complex task that may take a long time to complete.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ian tilted his now enormous head, unable to fully grasp the specific requirements of the task for the moment.

Who are we fooling?
Fooling time?

Or is it about fooling a specific person or event? The achievement paradox... does it mean creating a logical dead loop, or completing some kind of causal reversal?
Despite feeling somewhat confused about the task.

But Ian could clearly sense that although the Paradox Knight class had not yet officially awakened, that was merely a matter between him and the mysterious system within him. In the DC Universe, the Speed ​​Force… had already become an extension of his body, as easily as an arm.

An unprecedented feeling of being in control of the flow of time welled up inside me.

He doesn't need to run like Barry Allen to connect to the Speed ​​Force, nor does he need to steal power like Reverse-Flash. He is simply one of the rulers of this dimension.

"I am the God of Speed!"

When you're out and about.

The pseudonym was created by myself.

Although Ian didn't use the Savita armor he pulled out, it didn't stop him from successfully hacking the account. The fact that Savita didn't come out to refute him proves that Ian is the real deal.

Accompanied by the surge of speed force.

His enormous figure began to fade and blur in the vast power of divine speed. The next moment, he rushed directly into the passage leading to the past and the future.

It was a torrent of time like a rushing river.

"Run, boy! Run, I am the super running man!" Ian's self-encouragement is not awkward at all; on the contrary, it makes him seem quite serious.

Unlike other speedsters.

In fact, Ian's legs don't affect him at all. He uses his legs so fast just to satisfy the sense of ritual. In reality, he doesn't need to actually run with the flow of time.

The treatment of the ruler and the user is different.

Ian can walk through time as easily as taking a stroll. Wherever he goes, ripples of time spread out, and fragments of history make way for him.

The enormous projection belonging to the "Prime Minister of Time," which loomed over countless timelines, silently proclaimed the birth and manifestation of a new pillar-level power.

The ruler of time who ascended to godhood in an extremely tyrannical manner.

It has already been born.

Whether he brings order or deeper chaos, perhaps no one can answer—but the commotion resounding throughout the timeline may already be some kind of harbinger.

"Run, young man! Run, I'm a super running man!"

Perhaps he hasn't yet adapted to being a pillar-level entity, so Ian isn't actually aware that his voice isn't something he can hear, or that anyone else can hear it.

It resonates directly throughout the entire timeline, spanning the past, present, and future.

Yes, Ian, or rather, Ian who has just begun to master the Speed ​​Force and possesses the mythical form of the [Prime Minister of Time], is far from adapting to his identity as a pillar-level power entity of the universe.

He was just looking at the ever-flowing river of time beneath his feet, and feeling an itch to chatter, he couldn't resist chirping a few times while running around on it, using Flash's catchphrase as a joke.

Who would have thought.

This will have even more "viewers" than a global live stream.

His original intention may have been just talking to himself, or at most speaking to the "river" beneath his feet.

However, he forgot.

Or perhaps he simply hasn't realized it yet.

His presence at this moment.

It is inherently a state deeply bound to the entire dimension of time. His voice is no longer a simple sound wave vibration, but a commandment synchronously transmitted by his own [Dharma Form]!

Thus, this sentence, full of adolescent angst and inexplicable encouragement, was like a nuclear bomb thrown into a calm lake, instantly resounding throughout the entire timeline in a way that transcended cause and effect!

Its incongruity is beyond description.

"?????"

It could leave even the ancient dinosaurs stunned, staring up at Ian's image. Despite having more brain cells than an elephant, they couldn't escape their bewildered fate.

"what is that?"

"It looks like food."

"We're more like food."

This is a conversation between dinosaurs. Historians are a bunch of small-town dreamers. They don't know anything about dinosaurs. Anyway, in this universe's timeline, dinosaurs can talk.

And it has its own civilization.

They were no different from humans in later generations.

Victorian London.

Humans are clearly not as brave as dinosaurs.

In the sky, the enormous "Dharma Form," composed of cosmic nebulae and raging lightning, exuding an aura of endless majesty and indifference, suddenly opened its indistinct "mouth," which seemed to be composed of galactic vortexes, and emitted a voice that was exceptionally clear and carried the unique timbre of a young boy.

"Run, young man! Run!"

The crowd, who were about to kneel and pray, froze instantly, their half-drawn crosses hanging in mid-air.

"Young...young man?" A man who had just been shouting "demon" froze on his face, his expression filled with absurdity, his mind completely blank.

Also normal.

Even if dinosaurs had more brains than him, they still wouldn't have enough.

"It...it's encouraging someone to run?" Another woman looked around blankly, unable to understand why this terrifying being would make such a down-to-earth sound.

It's still in English.

The atmosphere of panic was temporarily replaced by extreme astonishment and bewilderment. It felt like a king suddenly grabbing a microphone and shouting, "Friends over there, raise your hands so I can see your glow sticks!" during a solemn coronation ceremony—full of subversive absurdity and unbelievable strangeness.

of course.

For some groups, London in this era was already absurd and bizarre, so the figure in the sky acting strangely was quite in line with the historical context.

“Sherlock Holmes! Did you hear that? That…that ‘god’ is speaking! It says…run!” Inside 221B Baker Street, Dr. Watson’s medical bag fell to the ground with a “thud.” His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg or something else.

And Sherlock Holmes was standing by the window.

The pipe in his hand was trembling slightly.

“A young man…” His usual calmness and confidence derived from reasoning shattered completely, replaced by a shock that his understanding had been utterly overturned.

Heaven knows how much this great detective has deduced from this information, and what traces this incident will leave behind that will affect the future.

modern world.

Justice League lobby.

The heroes, who were on high alert, also heard this resounding voice in their minds.

“This sound…” Cyborg tried to analyze the sound wave frequency, but found the data to be a mess. He really wasn’t very good at using the technological equipment left behind by Batman.

"I cannot resolve the source..."

Steelbone sighed.

"A boy?" Wonder Woman Diana frowned, her bulky body tensing with alertness. "Which boy? What does it want?"

Aquaman Arthur looked at his glowing scales on his arm, then at the sky: "I feel like... this tone sounds familiar... it must be because Ian has become a speedster."

An ominous premonition rose in his heart.

In a metropolitan apartment, Supergirl Kara Danvers, who had just discovered her uniform transformed into a rebellious crop top and ripped jeans, with her hair dyed in highlights, was staring at the mirror, questioning her existence. Suddenly, Ian's voice, echoing across the entire timeline, exploded in her mind.

"Run, young man! Run!"

Kara froze, that voice… it was so familiar! Wasn't it Ian Kent, the one who still texted her every day, asking if she was interested in joining the new Justice League as a legendary beast? Her cousin Clark Kent's child, her little nephew who longed to ride on her back again!
"Ian?!"

Kara stared in shock at the terrifyingly huge projection in the sky outside the window, then looked down at her "bad girl" outfit, and an absurd yet seemingly the only reasonable guess came to mind.

"Could it be... that thing in the sky... was created by Ian?! He... he turned into that thing?! And this outfit of mine... is it because of him?!"

"Clark must be insane! Letting that little lunatic do all this... Oh, or maybe Ian kidnapped the Flash and turned him into a time-traveling vehicle!?"

She felt like her Kryptonian brain was about to overload and burn out.

In low Earth orbit.

The lonely Superman sneezed because of Supergirl's chatter. Actually, Superman Clark, who was desperately flying backwards, trying to drag the Earth, was the one most affected. The Kryptonian genes within him were already in a highly unstable and chaotic state due to the drastic change in the timeline.

The Codex of Life seemed to be activated.

Countless unfamiliar forces were generating and clashing within him, causing him immense pain.

Just as he was concentrating all his energy to fight against the spacetime distortion, Ian's all-too-familiar voice, like a resounding bell, struck directly into the depths of his soul.

Who can stand this!

"Ian—!!!"

Clark was shaken to his core, his flight path momentarily disrupted, and the immense energy gathered around him nearly spiraled out of control! The genetic chaos within him was detonated to its extreme at this moment, as if countless voices were screaming within his cells, and his power surged like a wild horse, completely out of control!

"What on earth did they do in the past!" Clark roared in pain and rage. He was almost certain that the strange phenomena in the sky and the sound that resounded throughout the world were definitely related to Ian! Was it his youngest son who had become that colossal figure that enveloped the entire universe?!
This distraction.

The already extremely difficult reverse flight could no longer be maintained.

The spacetime torque exerted on Earth suddenly weakened, and he felt that not only had he failed to reverse time, but he had also crashed into a spacetime barrier that was getting thicker and thicker!
"Ugh—!"

The intense backlash sent Clark spitting out a mouthful of golden blood, and he was flung away like a meteor, becoming a tumbling superhero in space.

of course.

This doesn't stop him from getting stronger.

The injury almost healed instantly.

not only that.

He continues to draw terrifying power from his past self.

The Codex of Life was activated.

It was something that happened in the past that triggered its activation. The power that Superman is receiving now is the gift it received from the time it was targeted in the past.

[Past Time - Bat Cave.]

Young Bruce Wayne was also panicked.

He had just activated the machine that used samples of the Speed ​​Force to peer into the future, trying to find out the truth about the three teenagers who claimed to be from the future and his "son".

However, the moment the machine started operating, everything was completely different from what he had imagined.

Things took an unexpected turn, one that Batman had never anticipated. A vast and chaotic flow of time information, far beyond his comprehension and capacity to bear, surged into his consciousness like a flood bursting its banks!
"Uh!"

Bruce only had time to let out a muffled groan before his incredibly sharp blue eyes, like the most precise detectors, were bombarded with an overload of information in a fraction of a second.

There was also a direct view of Ian's image standing on the timeline.

The next moment, an unbearable price was paid for Batman. He let out a muffled groan as the crystal and blood vessels inside his eyeballs were like glass thrown into a steel furnace.

It was instantly covered with cracks.

Then——

"Pfft!"

A faint cracking sound rang out, followed by excruciating pain, plunging his world into utter, hopeless darkness. His eyeballs, like cracked lava, were burning and evaporating.

Completely scrapped.

"Damn it! What is that?!" True to his Batman name, even after suffering such a severe injury, he swallowed back his cry of pain, his clenched teeth almost breaking.

Rolling around on the ground?

That's not Batman's style.

With astonishing willpower and familiarity with every inch of the bat cave, he endured the excruciating pain and the panic of blindness, and groped his way to his feet in a frantic manner.

'The machine! The machine must be stopped!' His mind raced. Compared to his blind eyes, the machine that was still running wildly and drawing unstable speed forces was a greater threat!

God knows what kind of disaster it will cause if it continues to operate!
Just a glimpse.

Batman knew he had discovered something he shouldn't have.

Relying on his memory and sense of touch, he staggered toward the control panel, his hands frantically but determinedly groping on the cold instrument surface, finally finding the emergency physical power-off switch.

then.

"Oh!"

Batman pressed down hard with all his might!

"Crack!"

The machine's main power source was cut off, and the roaring sound gradually subsided.

However, Bruce's heart sank. Because he could "feel" it—not with his eyes, but with his honed, almost instinctive intuition for danger.

Although the machine stopped, the super speed force sealed within it did not subside; instead, it seemed to be enraged, surging even more wildly!
These speed forces even began to converge on their own!
"No! This won't work!"

The blind Batman cursed under his breath as he fumbled for a specially made walkie-talkie in his belt, pressed the communication button, and his voice was hoarse from the pain and anxiety.

"Batman! I've messed up! Quickly contact that damned Superman..." Batman seemed completely unaware that he had just beaten up and schemed against Superman.

His primary reaction was that the only hero capable of countering the being he had glimpsed was Superman, whom he had originally considered an alien scourge.

perhaps.

The existence of Superman.

It's not just a super threat to Earth?

It seems like only Superman can help with this kind of mess.

"I actually had to ask that guy to clean up my mess... Ha, I want to despise myself."

Batman's mindset actually changed under the circumstances of his company being destroyed and witnessing countless people die in front of him.

"Yes, tell Superman he can lock me up as a dangerous individual, but..."

Batman is holding a walkie-talkie.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Boom!!!"

A powerful energy surge erupted in the center of the Bat Cave! The gathered speed force suddenly collapsed and stretched, forming a dazzling golden energy gate that rotated continuously!
Followed by.

A figure with an extremely peculiar appearance stepped out of the door. He was covered in magnificent armor woven from the Speed ​​Force, crackling with gray and golden arcs of electricity. He was tall, and even more terrifying was that three heads grew from his shoulders, and six arms made of pure energy stretched out from his back!

It was the "three-headed, six-armed" version of the Zi-O armor that Ian had just created. However, it was rather awkward to run in, so he abandoned the idea of ​​having eight legs.

"Damn it! What are you!" Although he had lost his sight, Bruce's superhuman perception still made him clearly aware that something terrifying had emerged.

Moreover, the figure radiating terrifying energy fluctuations and possessing the characteristics of a speedster appeared and stopped right in front of him as if by teleportation.

His entire body was tense, and he was in a state of maximum alert.

"Huh, so you're the first one I've run into... Um, Uncle Bruce... I'm doomed! I am the God of Speed!! I am the future you can't defeat!"

Ian deliberately pinched his throat, imitating the deep, dignified, and slightly sinister tone of Savita from his memory, trying to create an ancient and powerful aura.

Plagiarism.

He means it.

"The God of Speed?"

Bruce's mind went blank, and he instantly considered countless possibilities. Of course, the only thing he was certain of was that he had indeed gotten himself into a terrible mess.

Due to carelessness, he unleashed an ancient and powerful being.

This was undoubtedly a huge crisis... Just as Bruce was rapidly thinking of a strategy to deal with it, and even began to conceive his last words, he just wanted to buy time until Superman arrived.

The "God of Speed" suddenly changed the subject. The three heads spoke again simultaneously in different voices, in a deliberately controlled, low and "gentle" tone.

"Alright, let's get back to the point, young Bruce Wayne... Thank you for freeing me from eternal imprisonment. Now, I want to repay you."

“I am good at repaying kindness, so tell me, because you looked directly at me, this indescribable ancient god, did you blow up this golden eyeball or this silver eyeball?”

Ian held up a pair of pure gold eyeballs in one hand and a pair of pure silver eyeballs in the other. It's a pity Batman is blind and can't see how handsome he is.

The main reason he's doing this is because he discovered Batman has become blind. To prevent Batman from becoming a bootleg Daredevil, he has to think of a solution quickly.

"It's okay, go ahead and say it. I also have mercury liquid eyeballs. I have many hot-swappable models here, so you can just plug and play with them."

“Oh, right,” the third head suddenly added in a salesman-like enthusiasm, “how about some Cthulhu-style big eyeballs?”

"It can be inserted directly into the back of your head. This style is popular now. It provides a 360-degree field of vision with no blind spots! It also has a back view and active radar function."

The Speed ​​God's eager voice, brimming with anticipation, echoed through the empty Batcave. Each word was in English, but when put together, it was completely incomprehensible to the young Batman.

"????"

Even the middle-aged Batman couldn't handle Ian, let alone the young Batman. Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight and the protector of Gotham, was in complete darkness, but his mind was as clear as a mirror. Cold sweat instantly soaked through the lining of his suit.

A chill ran down my spine.

"This is truly the end..."

Releasing an ancient being is not scary.

At most, this ancient and mysterious being might plot some grand schemes, such as being determined to destroy the world at the expense of others, or stubbornly wanting to become the emperor of the universe.

but.

Batman has already determined that the current situation is completely different from the traditional ones. Ancient beings are not scary, but what if this ancient being is a madman?

That would be a very serious problem!

This is extremely serious!

This means that the other party's behavior will be completely unpredictable and incomprehensible by normal logic, and the destructive power and danger will immediately increase exponentially!

"Damn it... what did I release..." For the first time, Batman felt that things might be... completely out of control to a level that even his most insane nightmares couldn't reach.

"Actually, if you just say thank you, I might as well give you 800 free with a buy-one-get-one-free offer. Even a swallow skin can have an eyeball stuck in it. I'm just that generous, that's how ancient gods are."

Ian was still enthusiastically promoting it.

He knew that too.

Batman's situation involves a change in the timeline, so in order not to affect the future, he really needs to restore Batman's sight.

Regardless of the form of light.

Isn’t there a saying that goes well?

Time will automatically smooth out those minor fluctuations and deviations.

(End of this chapter)