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

Chapter 256 The curtain slowly rises on the stage!

Clark Kent.

The young superhero held his mother Martha, whom he had lost and found, tightly, feeling her warm body temperature and slight trembling. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt half relieved.

"Mom, are you alright? Did he hurt you?" he asked anxiously in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the large hole that had been smashed open.

And the hidden situation of the basement revealed below the opening.

The three-headed, six-armed monster was still grinning foolishly.

The other, even more ferocious monster had its eyes tightly closed.

“I’m fine, Clark. It’s just… that boy… who is he?” Martha shook her head, her face pale but her eyes still calm. She patted her son’s arm to comfort him, then looked at the hole, her voice filled with disbelief, confusion, and lingering fear.

"Other superheroes?"

This was the explanation Martha had come up with after exhausting all her efforts.

"A boy?" Superman was stunned. He couldn't reconcile that image with the word "boy." It was clearly an unknown being exuding an ancient, chaotic, and powerful aura.

His mouth moved slightly.

Superman ultimately didn't correct anything.

He glanced again, almost subconsciously, at the jagged hole with falling debris at the edge, and at the faint energy fluctuations emanating from below, belonging to that three-headed, six-armed monster. “I don’t know what that is… but, Earth has never seen such a superhuman before today.”

Superman's eyesight was already able to see the global situation during this period.

and so.

His voice was resolute. Of course, although Ian's appearance confused Superman, at this moment, what he cared about most was not Ian, who had saved Martha.

Instead, it was the thing opposite the "three-headed, six-armed" monster, emanating an aura that instilled extreme unease and disgust. His superhuman vision pierced through the pervasive dust, revealing the scene in the basement—the being who had saved his mother was standing before an even larger, more monstrous monster.

The monster appeared to be haphazardly pieced together from jagged bone spurs, twisted muscles, and dark keratin layers, exuding a primal ferocity and destructive desire.

Just looking at that monster.

It made Superman's Kryptonian cells instinctively sound an alarm.

“Lex Luthor!” Superman turned his head sharply and looked at Lex Luthor, who had just collapsed on the edge of the hole due to the unexpected turn of events and was still roaring down as he nearly fell in.

Superman's voice was as cold as ice.

"What it is?!"

He knew Luther definitely knew the answer, because this place was Luther's territory, and anything found inside could be considered Luther's secret experiment.

"Ah."

Luther recovered from his initial shock.

He braced himself against the ground with his hands, steadied himself, and looked back at Superman. Instead of fear, a crazy and twisted smile spread across his face.

"Want to guess? I can give you three, no, five chances, how about it?" Rain mixed with sweat slid down his head, which wasn't completely bald yet.

"You are no longer a threat to me."

Superman's eyes lit up red again.

"Oh, the furious little darling has finally found his mother. Congratulations! However, you can kill me, but you can't kill the masterpiece I've created."

"You ask me what it is?" Luther's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "It's a gift I'm giving you, Kal-El! A 'greeting' from your home planet Krypton!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his wrist, where there was a small controller, and pressed the only red button on it without hesitation with his thumb!
"Roar--!!!"

Deep underground, the monstrous creature seemed to be infused with its last breath, letting out a deafening roar filled with pure destructive intent! The sound waves, mixed with the violent energy impact, once again ripped up the remains of the basement, and even Superman above could feel the chilling power.

“Feel it!” Luther spread his arms wide, as if displaying a perfect work of art, his face filled with a morbid fanaticism. “Feel how weak your so-called divine body is in the face of a true ‘evolved’ creation, Superman! Hahahaha!”

This arrogant declaration and the monster's roar completely enraged Superman, who was already burning with anger at Luthor's kidnapping of his mother. A blurry blue and red figure flashed by, and Superman appeared in front of Luthor as if by teleportation. A huge hand, with irresistible force, suddenly gripped Luthor's entire skull!
"Ugh!"

Luther's laughter abruptly stopped as excruciating pain and a feeling of suffocation washed over him; he felt as if his skull was about to shatter at any moment! The shadow of death instantly loomed over him.

Superman is indeed full of murderous intent.

He doesn't have Batman's unwavering principle of not killing.

only.

"Clark! No!"

Behind Superman, Martha's anxious and clear calls came. It was as if some unseen force always arranged for someone to awaken Superman's inner self before he lost control.

The mother's voice was like a bucket of cold water.

It extinguished the murderous intent that was almost tangible in Superman's eyes.

"Huhuhu~"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to crush that evil head, but he didn't loosen his grip, merely lifting Luther off the ground like a chick.

"Hahahaha!" Despite being in excruciating pain, Luther still managed to squeeze out a mocking laugh through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with disdain that said, "You wouldn't dare."

“Whatever you want to do, Luthor, whatever monsters you create,” Superman’s voice was cold and unwavering, “I will stop your evil plans. And you, you will spend the rest of your life in the darkest prison, repenting for everything you have done!”

Having said that, he stopped wasting words, grabbed Luther's skull, and with a swift movement, shot into the sky like a rocket, instantly disappearing into the clouds of the rainy night.

Clearly, Superman flew straight towards the secret facility where dangerous superhuman criminals were held. A few minutes later, Superman returned to the rooftop and carefully picked up his mother, who was still waiting there.

“Mom, let’s leave here.” His voice softened.

Martha looked at her son's tense profile with concern: "Clark, you..."

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Superman interrupted her, giving her a reassuring look. “I won’t do anything to disappoint you or anything I’ll regret. Luther will be brought to justice. But right now, I need to make sure you’re safe before I come back to deal with that… ‘gift’.”

talking.

He peered into the hole in the building.

The monster is roaring.

The strange man in front of the monster was extremely competitive and responded with a roar using his three heads, his mouth even wider than the roaring monster's.

The scene looked incredibly bizarre and absurd.

"..."

Superman found it hard to describe his feelings tonight, but he figured that since the three-headed, six-armed monster wasn't scared at all, it should be able to hold off the monster for a while.

"wait for me a while!"

He yelled at Ian, then, carrying Martha, soared into the sky and safely delivered her to his girlfriend Louise Lane's apartment.

This was one of the safest places Superman could think of. He gave a brief explanation. Martha squeezed Superman's hand tightly, her eyes filled with trust and support.

“I’m very uneasy, Clark. You mustn’t be stubborn.”

Louise wasn't there; perhaps she was working overtime. So now it was a precious moment of tender time just for mother and son.

"Don't worry, I'll be back." After settling his mother in, Superman didn't linger for a moment. He transformed into a streak of light and rushed back to the roof of the abandoned building.

He leaped directly through the hole, landing in a chaotic underground space. The sight before him made Superman's heart tighten—the three-headed, six-armed being was wrestling with a terrifying monster comparable to a small mountain! The monster's bone claws tore through the air, smashing down on the three-headed monster with devastating force.

The strange man, on the other hand, utilizes his bizarre multi-armed ability and extreme speed.

Dodging and parrying like a phantom, it can also counterattack with its fists wrapped in gray-white lightning, which smash into the monsters with a dull thud.

The fight was intense.

The collision of flesh against flesh actually sent sparks flying!

of course.

There were also fragments of monster bones.

The entire underground space was trembling.

"What is Doomsday!" Superman remembered that the three-headed, six-armed guy seemed to have muttered that name when he charged down earlier, and he shouted to Ian, trying to understand his opponent.

"Hehehe, Doomsday is... chicken flavor, crunchy, and has 500 million times the protein content of beef!" One of Ian's heads turned around and shouted amidst the chaos.

"Of course, it's currently just a hormone-injected chicken raised on a farm. I'm helping it exercise and become a free-range chicken." Ian's tone even carried a hint of...excitement?
"??????"

Superman was completely bewildered.

He understood every single word the other person spoke, but when put together, they were utterly chaotic. Coupled with the apocalyptic battle scene before him, even his super brain couldn't comprehend the logic behind it.

This eccentric man's thought process, just like his appearance, was full of inexplicable leaps in logic.

"what are you talking about?"

Superman sighed helplessly. The current Clark was not yet the father who would have weathered many storms and even be able to communicate with Ian "across channels".

He felt utterly speechless and bewildered. Of course, his combat instincts and the fact that the other party had just saved his mother clearly told him that this three-headed, six-armed "boy" was probably a friend, not an enemy.

Therefore.

Even though he couldn't figure it out, Superman didn't hesitate any longer. A red light flashed in his eyes, his heat vision was ready to be unleashed, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

He brought a sonic boom.

He brazenly joined the battle.

He punched the monster known as "Doomsday"!

……

Central City.

The detention center was temporarily converted from the Star Labs.

A golden lightning bolt flashed by, accompanied by a gust of wind. "Magnetic Bro," who had just been swaggering around in a bank on the other side of the city, able to manipulate metal, had his ridiculous, homemade uniform covered in magnets stripped off. He was replaced in an orange prison uniform and, looking completely bewildered, locked in a specially made non-metallic cell.

"It's done!"

Barry Allen.

The young Flash clapped his hands casually, a hint of pleasure on his face. For some reason, he felt faster than ever before today; the Speed ​​Force surged within him, seemingly without limit. He even had a fleeting feeling that he might be able to challenge himself to see how long it would take him to run around the world once.

"What a wonderful feeling."

He did so through headphones.

He excitedly shared his joy with his colleagues who remained in the Star Labs control center, as well as with Dr. Harrison Wells, whom he deeply respected and considered his mentor: "Cisco, Caitlin, Doctor! Did you see that? The speed I was going! I feel like I could run eight laps around the Earth without even getting out of breath!"

"Oh, I'm in such great shape today!" Why mention that he's the young Flash? Because the future Flash would be terrified in this situation.

Young people just don't understand that there's no such thing as a free lunch.

"Barry, this is incredible, you actually..." Teammates also offered emotional support, but the teasing or congratulations coming through the headset didn't last long.

Sudden.

A piercing, high-frequency buzzing sound disrupted the communication!

"Hello? Hello? Cisco? Are you messing up some new equipment again, interfering with the communications?" Barry frowned and patted his ear.

Just as he was wondering, something unexpected happened!

The space in front of him began to distort and rotate without warning!
A vortex of golden lightning and blurry images appeared out of thin air in the detention center's corridor! That familiar yet unsettling energy fluctuation—it was the Speed ​​Field!
"It's happening again?!" Barry instantly tensed, instinctively lowering his body and assuming a fighting stance, golden arcs of electricity crackling around him. He had been tricked too many times by the speedsters from the future, and the shadow of Reverse-Flash had not yet dissipated; any unusual Speed ​​Force phenomenon made him tense.

"What will it be?"

The Flash stared intently at the vortex, fearing another nemesis in a yellow suit might emerge. However, the figure that gradually appeared in the vortex completely stunned him.

Unexpected?

It was more than unexpected!
That was clearly a direction that the Flash couldn't have predicted at all!

Within the vortex of the Speed ​​Force, there stood a figure... wearing the exact same red battle suit as him! It even had a face, though it appeared to have aged considerably!

It's another Barry Allen!
"My future self!"

At that moment, only one thought flashed through Flash's mind. The "he" looked even more exhausted, his face filled with anxiety and even... terror? The other person seemed to be in an extremely unstable passage, his body sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, desperately shouting something to him from a great distance.

The sound was intermittent, mixed with loud noise, like a radio with a poor signal.

“Ian will die in the past…Bat…Man…Arkham…Find…The Joker…Stop…Everything…Only you…can…It’s not too late…”

This is a classic line that The Flash often hears others say to him.

now.

Hearing the same words from another version of himself was a strange feeling for young Barry. He scratched his head, frowned, and prepared to ask for details.

"What are you talking about? The signal seems a bit weak!"

Unfortunately, the other person couldn't hear him.

Then, before Barry could react, the speed field flickered violently a few times as if it had run out of energy, then suddenly collapsed, contracted, and finally disappeared into the air.

It's like it never happened.

Barry Allen was left standing there alone, his face filled with shock, confusion, and bewilderment.

"Who is Ian? Does 'he will die in the past' mean... that he didn't belong to the past? Does this person's life or death really matter to the future?"

A series of thoughts arose in The Flash's mind.

He was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)