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

Chapter 255 Special Forces Style: Event Completed!

The Flash has discovered the truth about time.

Meanwhile, at an earlier point in the timeline, inside the bat cave, which had just experienced the descent of a "god" and was therefore in a state of disrepair.

"Is this energy the Speed ​​Force...?"

Bruce Wayne stood amidst the chaos, having just completed a preliminary scan of his brain. The flickering images of the Speed ​​Force arcs on the screen, like the whispers of a demon, instilled unease in his mind. He forced down the turmoil within him and gave instructions to Alfred, who stood beside him with a worried expression.

"Ah Fu, immediately use all available funds and channels of Wayne Enterprises to secretly acquire or control these biotechnology and neuroscience research institutes."

He quickly rattled off several names, all of which were at the forefront of the field and among the top-tier institutions. "We need to act quickly and avoid attracting any attention."

Alfred didn't ask why, he just nodded calmly.

"Understood, sir. I'll take care of it immediately." He gave Bruce a deep look, especially at those brand-new eyes, then turned and strode out of the Batcave to carry out his mission.

"Damn it! I knew it!" Bruce was the only one left in the empty hall. He stood there, his body slightly tense, as if he was trying his best to control something. His fingers unconsciously curled and relaxed, his gaze sometimes sharp as an eagle, sometimes flashing with a subtle wisdom that was completely different from his usual calm and rational demeanor.

The tiny golden arcs of electricity in Batman's mind seemed to become even more active.

It brought forth some extremely mysterious whispers.

Ultimately, Bruce couldn't withstand the energy's assault on his brain. His steps seemed to move uncontrollably, slowly making his way to a corner of the room—the hibernation pod where the Kryptonian teenager Jordan Kent was imprisoned. Jordan remained in forced hibernation, his expression calm, completely unaware of his surroundings.

"What's here?"

Bruce's gaze did not fall on Jordan.

He followed his instincts and his gaze fell on a metal tray next to the hibernation pod. Inside were personal belongings he had looted from Jordan.

Some gadgets that are incomprehensible in this era, a few energy candies, and a notebook that looks perfectly normal with no markings on the cover.

The notebook seemed to hold a strange attraction for Bruce. His reason only made him hesitate for a moment before he still reached out and touched the notebook.

And right now.

The moment Batman's fingertips touched the rough cover of the notebook—"Sizzle!"

A barely perceptible yet real golden arc of electricity suddenly shot out from his mind, traveling along his nerves to his fingertips.

The Speed ​​Force formed a deep, almost resonant connection with the notebook! The notebook seemed to come alive and was directly attached to Bruce's hand.

"No! This is something from that mentally unstable ancient god!" Batman realized the situation, but his fingers trembled slightly and he couldn't let go.

Instinct drove him to grip it even tighter.

The chaotic fragments of information from the Speed ​​Force in Batman's mind seemed to find some kind of anchor in this notebook, and began to slowly and spontaneously organize and arrange themselves... An enlightenment, mixed with a deeper obsession and a sense of... control, began to grow in his heart.

"Ian's Diary... All rights reserved. Piracy will be prosecuted."

Bruce turned to the first page and seemed immediately drawn to its contents, like a saint encountering the Bible for the first time, experiencing an irresistible yearning. His new eyes, in the dim light of the bat cave, gleamed with an unprecedented and unsettling light.

The threads of the past and the future intertwine at this moment.

At this moment, the Flash's horrifying discovery in the future, combined with Batman's encounter with the unknown notebook in the past, seems to form a deadly closed loop—the restless arcs of the Speed ​​Force in Bruce's mind foreshadow a path leading to an even more unknown and dangerous future.

That might be a landscape even the Batman Who Laughs had never reached. And at the same time, young Bruce Wayne, in the Batcave, was experiencing a dangerous resonance with the black notebook from the future, eroded by the Speed ​​Force.

On the other side, Ian, who has just mastered the [Speedster] form and has begun to call himself the "God of Speed," is applying his "power" to what he considers the "right path."

run.

run.

The Speed ​​Force surged around him, and gray-white arcs of electricity tore through the air.

His perception was like an invisible radar wave, scanning every corner of the entire metropolis and its surrounding satellite cities in an instant, centered on himself. Architectural structures, life signals, energy flows... a massive amount of information flooded into his consciousness, and was processed instantly by his mind, enhanced by the Speed ​​Force.

"found it!"

Ian's three heads simultaneously showed an "I knew it" expression. He locked onto an inconspicuous abandoned building located in an industrial area on the outskirts of the metropolis.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Luther certainly knows how to pick a location.

However, this didn't escape Lord Ian's eyes... the Speed ​​Force eyes. No plan, no infiltration; Ian's modus operandi was always direct.

He slightly adjusted the black battle robe he had taken from his father Clark's wardrobe—this robe seemed to be a product of Kryptonian technology, with an adaptive shrinking function, and now it fit perfectly on his strange body with three heads and six arms, although the style was a bit out of place.

But at least it covered the vital parts.

It also made him feel like he was a "superhero".

"Awesome! I'm Superman!" The next moment, Ian activated his power. It wasn't a simple crash into the wall; he used the Speed ​​Force to trigger a specific frequency resonance between his atoms and the wall material!

Anyway, that's how Ian saw it, but the result was still unsatisfactory.

"Boom——!!!"

With a loud bang, the thick concrete wall on the side of the building was torn open as if by a giant can opener, leaving a large hole with relatively "regular" edges.

Dust from bricks, stones, and metal filled the air.

Ian transformed into a streak of gray-white lightning, rushing in amidst smoke and dust.

Inside, several heavily armed elite bodyguards, clearly hired by Luther, were oblivious to the damage to the walls, let alone raising their guns to deal with the crisis.

While everyone was still chatting and joking, the next moment, they felt a blur before their eyes, and an irresistible force came over them, causing their bodies to collide and entangle uncontrollably.

As the smoke cleared, the mercenaries were seen hanging precariously from the steel beams of the ceiling, their mouths stuffed with their own socks, their bodies twisted and linked together in an extremely contorted, centipede-like posture.

"!!!???"

All that could be heard was a terrified "whoosh".

“You’re welcome. This is art. Art is centipede.” One of Ian’s heads turned around and smiled, even thoughtfully posing them in a symmetrical way.

After dealing with the smaller fry.

Ian's gaze instantly locked onto the center of the room, where an old woman, Martha Kent, was tied to a chair, her face kind yet filled with fear and confusion.

That is, his grandmother.

"Don't be afraid, Grandma Martha!"

Ian immediately suppressed the violent lightning around him, and the middle head forced out what he considered the most reliable, the most "good grandson" smile.

Although it looks somewhat terrifying given his current appearance, there's nothing he can do about it. When using the Speed ​​Force, the Dharma form manifests, so the blame lies entirely with the Speed ​​Force.

“I am Clark Kent, your invincible son of Superman. The reason you look at me strangely is because evil villains fed you a lot of poisonous mushrooms.”

"Don't panic, I'll get you out of here right now!"

He strode forward, simultaneously vibrating his head and vocal cords rapidly, trying to blur his face and make his voice sound more mature and reliable.

Martha Kent: "??????"

She widened her eyes.

Looking at the boy in front of her, dressed in a strange black bodysuit, his original bizarre appearance removed, but still using a distorted voice to claim that he was her tall, handsome, and sunny son, Clark... the old lady felt that her worldview and hearing might have both seriously deteriorated.

Did Luther inject her with hallucinogens?

Or is it that people really experience such absurd hallucinations as they get older?
Ian didn't give her much time to think. He believed he had completed the "identity verification" and "appeasement process," and the Speed ​​Force surged through him once more. His Dharma Armor also reappeared.

Two arms on her right side stretched out and, with a seemingly gentle yet incredibly fast speed, embraced Martha, while the Speed ​​Force surged into her legs once more.

"I'm using my super speed as Superman right now."

Information dissemination is that direct.

"boom--!!!"

There was another loud noise.

A hole was made in the wall on the other side of the building in the same way. Ian, carrying Martha who was still in a daze, transformed into lightning and rushed out, disappearing into the rain and the city's neon lights. In the place, only the human-shaped gap in the wall, which was smaller than before, and the "human centipede ornament" swaying on the ceiling remained.

"Hmm, the humanoid gap left this time is much smaller, and the energy control is more precise. This is a big improvement! I'm definitely not far from achieving seamless travel!"

Ian knew perfectly well what he had smashed, but he never fretted over it; he was genuinely happy for every little bit of progress he made.

Even if this "progress" appears to others as a more precise form of destruction.

"Crackling, crackling~"

at the same time.

In the city center of a metropolis.

Another decisive standoff is underway amid torrential rain.

Clark Kent, the young Superman, hovered atop a skyscraper, his vibrant suit and dark hair soaked by the cold rain. He had just survived a fierce battle with Batman, failing to subdue him, and now found himself in a precarious position due to Martha's kidnapping.

"Don't force me!"

At this moment, Superman's face was a mixture of anger, anxiety, and a hint of barely perceptible humiliation.

Standing opposite him was Lex Luthor.

This young billionaire genius wore only a thin shirt, letting the rain soak it through, yet his face wore a smug, repulsive smile that suggested he had everything under control.

"Hand it over!!"

Superman roared at Luthor, his voice echoing through the rain, filled with barely suppressed rage, "Hand over my mother! Otherwise, you don't want to see me out of my mind!"

He was making threats.

Logically speaking, no one on Earth should not feel terrified because of this.

However, Luther might be the exception. He was a madman. Upon hearing this, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he exaggeratedly spread his hands and showed a mocking expression that was almost pitying.

"Tsk tsk tsk... You failed, Superman. That's quite disappointing. I thought you'd be more... efficient. A godlike being like that can't even take down Batman?"

"It seems you are all talk and no action."

Luther's taunts were very direct.

"Hand it over!!" Superman's heat vision flashed intensely, and the surrounding rain was instantly evaporated into white mist, indicating that he was on the verge of exploding.

Instead of backing down, Luthor leaned forward slightly, staring directly at Superman with his deep, yet also mad, eyes.

His voice was soft, yet as sharp as a venomous snake's tongue.

“Do you remember our promise, Karl-El? If anything happens to me—anything, even just a fall or a bad mood—your dear, fragile mother, Martha Kent, who belongs only to our human race… will die. Immediately, right away.”

This sentence is like the most effective tranquilizer.

It instantly extinguished the red heat vision that was about to burst forth from Superman's eyes.

That destructive power struggled and flickered in his pupils, before finally and unwillingly extinguishing itself, leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness and burning rage.

He can't gamble.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Seeing Superman successfully suppressed, Luthor's smile grew even more smug. He spoke in a hypocritical tone, like a king bestowing a handout.

“See, I’m still kind. I can give you another chance. That masked vigilante from Gotham, that bat… he has to die.”

“As long as you kill him, I guarantee your mother will return to the farm unharmed and continue baking her apple pies—you definitely held back before.”

"Now, throw away your saintly heart and go kill Batman. It's actually quite fair; it's exchanging a life destined for darkness for a life of light and kindness..."

Luther continued to expound on his twisted theory of "benevolence and kindness," enjoying the thrill of manipulating the gods.

However, at this moment——

"Whoosh!!!"

A grayish-white lightning bolt that could not be seen with the naked eye.

Like an otherworldly thunderbolt tearing through the night sky, it suddenly bursts in from the distant city skyline at a speed exceeding the limits of superhuman dynamic vision!

It did not fly in a straight line, but rather refracted in an incredible way along the glass curtain wall of the skyscrapers, leaving a winding trajectory like a lightning bolt scar with each turn!
"Ok?"

Superman's superhuman senses captured this sudden change.

He turned his head sharply, and his Kryptonian super vision allowed him to barely make out that the core of the lightning seemed to be a strange, multi-armed figure, and a familiar humanoid figure being held in the figure's arms!

But he didn't have time to react at all!
Even thinking!
The lightning bolt had already refracted along the last glass curtain wall, violating the laws of physics, and appeared in front of the two people facing each other on the rooftop as if by teleportation!
Subsequently.

Chao suddenly felt a weight in his arms.

A warm and familiar body was gently placed in his arms—it was his mother, Martha Kent! The woman looked somewhat flustered.

But it seems that he was not hurt.

"The Flash?!"

Followed by.

Before Clark and Luthor could recover from the lightning-fast turn of events, the gray-white lightning bolt, after being handed to Superman Martha, changed direction in a fraction of a second!
When he stopped.

Superman only saw a figure smash through the building, crashing through all the floors below, and appearing underground where the walls blocked his view.

on the roof.

All that remained was the pounding of the rain against the ground, the hoarse sounds emanating from Luther's throat, and the chilling buzzing of the grayish-white arcs of electricity left behind by the "God of Speed" as he passed.

"That is……"

When the mysterious figure finally stopped moving, Superman, whose pupils suddenly dilated, saw that the three-headed, six-armed monster had actually stopped in front of another monster!

"Doomsday, hehe..."

The three-headed, six-armed monster seemed to be staring at another sleeping creature, laughing strangely.

Superman felt like he was drooling.

He wasn't sure.

"Damn it!!! Who is he?!"

Luther finally had a chance to react when Ian stopped.

(End of this chapter)