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

Chapter 262 Kryptonians! A peerless divine weapon since time immemorial!

Putting aside the fact that Superman did indeed have a big bump on his head.

Ian's behavior was indeed one of the reasons why he couldn't help but feel guilty. This mysterious oddball not only possessed the ability to fly against gravity, just like him.

Even his eyes could emit heat rays, though the color was slightly different from his own, but Superman could indeed feel the sun's heat from the rays emitted from Ian's eyes.

If this person is truly an Old God of Krypton, then it's perfectly reasonable for his eyes to glow gold instead of red. Superman himself seems to think that Ian does indeed possess the abilities that a Kryptonian should have.

“Your fighting style is very similar to mine…” Superman’s eyes flickered. This was another problem he had discovered: the other person’s fighting habits were almost identical to his own!
"What do you mean I'm similar to you! We're practically the opposite of each other! The reason you feel this way is clearly because my fighting instinct is imprinted deep within the genes of every Kryptonian!"

"You and I are very similar! It is because of this deep-seated genetic imprint that you have such strong combat skills, which is also irrefutable proof that I am an Old God of Krypton!"

Ian doesn't want to say much about who is turning against Tian Gang, and no one in this era can expose him. The key point is that his reckless fighting style is very similar to Superman's, which is quite normal.

"Is that right?"

Superman thought Ian's explanation made sense, but he still felt something was off, especially since Ian's eyes kept darting away when he tried to look him in the eye.

"Of course it is!"

Ian pretended to stare at the Doomsday that he had repeatedly knocked to the ground.

His mouth is the hardest thing about him.

I personally tested it during previous battles.

"Hmm?" Superman tried to find some clues about what was wrong on Ian's three heads covered by armor, but Ian's three heads started shaking rapidly, preventing him from observing them.

"wrong!"

Fortunately, Superman Clark quickly seized on the loophole: "But I remember you called yourself the 'God of Speed' before? Oh, and the Knight of the End!"

"How do you explain that?"

He could hardly remember how many titles Ian had used.

"What do you mean, how do I explain this! Do I need to explain it to you?!"

Ian's argument was exposed once again, and he became furious, waving his six arms wildly: "Who says that the Kryptonian Old Gods can't be gods of speed?!"

"Do you understand the concept of diversified power development?! If you don't believe me... I'll summon the Sun God of Krypton! You can ask him yourself whether I am an Old God of Krypton!"

As he spoke, Ian began rummaging through his battle robe, which seemed to connect to another dimension.

"Krypton...had gods?" Superman was even more confused.

Having grown up on Earth, his knowledge of Krypton mostly came from the spaceship's database, which contained no records of Kryptonian gods. Seeing Ian's actions, he assumed he was about to pull out some ancient artifact or summoning array, and his thoughts began to drift towards magic, leading him to speculate.

"Hmph, that's why people who have lived abroad for years can't be patriotic. You, a purebred Kryptonian, really know nothing about Krypton's history!"

"shameful!"

Ian understands the importance of avoiding the self-justification trap. After all, he is the founder of America Little Red Potato and knows that making the other party in a conversation fall into the self-justification trap is a life hack.

"Forehead……"

Superman did feel ashamed because of this. There was nothing he could do; Ian's version was decades ahead of his thinking, and the current Superman hadn't experienced the "baptism of fire" yet, so he certainly couldn't withstand it.

"what is this?"

While Superman remained somewhat guilty in silence, what Ian pulled out completely surprised Superman: it was... an ordinary stainless steel thermos?!
"This is my Demon Sealing Wave artifact!"

Ian responded with a show of bravado, and under Superman's somewhat dazed gaze, he unscrewed the lid of the thermos and poked at the contents of the cup with his fingertip.

"Wake up!!"

Ian's voice was like thunder.

Inside the thermos, a wilted-looking, palm-sized humanoid luminous object emitting a faint golden-red glow slumped up its "head" in a daze.

"You're using me like a tonic... Do you think I'll ever wake up..." A faint voice, as if the child's body had been hollowed out, came from the little one's mouth.

He was none other than the Kryptonian Sun God's soul, who hadn't had a single day of peace since being captured by Ian. Ian wasn't lying about this; he truly could pull out the Kryptonian Sun God anytime, anywhere.

"Enough nonsense! Although I treat you like a tonic, I'm far more merciful than the demons!" Ian pointed at Superman and commanded the little figure in the thermos, "Quickly, prove to this young Kryptonian descendant that I am indeed the noble and genuine Kryptonian Ancient God!"

His voice was full of threat.

The little figure known as the "Kryptonian Sun God" glanced at Ian, then at the bewildered and much younger-looking Clark, hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, and ultimately chose to yield. It dared not disobey; no matter how aggrieved it felt, it could only clear its throat and speak in a solemn tone to testify for Ian.

“Young Kal-El, I am Rao, the embodiment of the will of the Kryptonian star. I swear on my reputation on Krypton that the one before you… uh, the unique being, is indeed an ancient Kryptonian… Old God.” The last two words were spoken with a slight reluctance by this true Kryptonian Old God.

however.

There was no way around it; once you're in the cup, you have to bow your head. After all, having been Ian's "self-moving ginseng fruit" for so many days, he had a good understanding of Ian's temperament.

If I fail to satisfy this terrifying brat, he might actually stuff him into the Holy Grail as a vessel spirit and then give him to another, even more terrifying, hybrid Kryptonian!

As a being who has lived for many years, Raoh, the Kryptonian sun god, knows that Ian is definitely not in his original timeline, and he doesn't want to know why Ian would deceive Kal-El.

Rao wouldn't be surprised if the Peerless Demon Orb wanted to do something—to be honest, he really wanted to show those Kryptonians who used to despise him who the real demon god was.

"Uh... another so-called Kryptonian god, the embodiment of the will of a star?" Clark looked at the "sun god" trapped in a thermos and seemingly powerless, then at Ian, who had a "see, I didn't lie to you" look on his face, and felt his scientific worldview and Kryptonian knowledge system, which he had accumulated over the years, were all in disarray.

Should he believe the testimony of a mysterious creature trapped inside a thermos? Or rather, why would anyone believe the testimony of a little person inside a thermos?
"See! I told you that apart from occasionally telling a few harmless little lies, I always tell the truth! Especially in serious situations like this, I'm as honest as my dad when he tells my mom he doesn't have any secret stash of money!" Ian was very proud, but he didn't see the expression on the face of the Superman he was holding in front of him.

"????"

Clark's expression became even more complicated. He really wanted to ask the guy who had captured him how he could have parents, and how his parents could have such an absurd question as a salary.

however.

Opened his mouth.

Clark ultimately chose to give up.

It's pointless.

He realized that even if he asked, the response he would get would only make him feel bad.

"Oh, by the way, do you need me to prove to you that Kryptonians were actually created in this world from the very beginning as your weapons, self-propelled divine weapons?"

The Kryptonian sun god truly deserves the title of "Kryptonian trash." There's a reason he's called a piece of trash in the DC universe. He actually went so far as to fawn over Ian for his own future.

"Hiss, I didn't expect you to be such a little genius!" Ian was initially surprised, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately still had a moral bottom line, so he did not agree to the Kryptonian sun god's act of altering Kryptonian history.

of course.

“Once I find my cousin, all you need to do is explain this to her.” Ian still couldn’t forget the ease he felt when he first lifted Supergirl Kara.

He only said that he has a moral bottom line, but he didn't reveal how high that moral bottom line actually is. When asked, he said that his goal is simply to become the person with the highest moral bottom line in the world.

"???" Superman was completely speechless. He had overheard the conspiracy between the two mysterious beings. He wanted to ask Ian about the cousin he mentioned, but he wanted the two of them to keep their conspiracy a secret from him.

otherwise.

It would really make him seem dull.

"you……"

Clark sighed, utterly dejected.

All he wanted to know now was what this strange man ultimately wanted to achieve on Earth—whether it was revenge for ancient Krypton or some other conspiracy.

However, he was unable to say it.

At that very moment, the volcano below erupted completely due to the impact and energy surge of Doomsday!

Fiery lava shot skyward, turning half the sky red. And from within the churning lava, an even larger figure, covered in dark red lava armor and exuding an aura like a demon from hell, slowly rose—Doomsday had completed its second evolution!

"Hoohoho!"

Yes, Doomsday is like an unkillable cockroach. It roars to the sky, announcing its return, and dark red destructive energy gathers in its mouth, aiming directly at Ian!
"That monster isn't dead yet?"

In the distance, on that high ground, watching the Doomsday erupt from the volcano with an even greater momentum than before, both the Flash and Wonder Woman felt a sense of despair.

“How…how is it still alive?! And even stronger!” Barry’s voice was hoarse.

Diana gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes grave: "This relentless, ever-growing characteristic... is truly terrifying. Ares is probably not even as powerful as this monster."

She still talks about her uncle all the time.

"Well done!"

Under the watchful eyes of the two superheroes who seemed to be just bystanders, Ian, still sporting a bruised head and a blank expression, once again engaged in fierce combat with Doomsday, a creature as large as a small mountain, using only one hand! Gray-white lightning and dark red energy collided wildly, each clash causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

The scene was both dazzling and terrifying.

"Come on! Fight to the edge of the universe! Shatter stars! Annihilate the Great Dao!" Ian enjoyed the feeling of spouting wild words. He grabbed Superman, whose expression had become numb, as if he were holding the second most powerful weapon in the world, and clashed fiercely with Doomsday, who had transformed into a lava giant. A violent explosion occurred near space.

"Boom!"

A large portion of the ozone layer was shattered by the blast wave.

Doomsday's giant claw, wreathed in dark red energy, tore through space and slammed down with an aura of annihilation!

"A mere trick! How dare you show off your skills before an expert?" Ian neither dodged nor avoided, a golden light flashed in the eyes of his middle head, and a golden ray of extreme concentration struck first.

The light struck the giant claw's wrist precisely!
There was no explosion, only the absolute power brought by the rules. Doomsday's lava armor, which was strong enough to withstand a hydrogen bomb, was instantly reversed by the rules brought by the [Reverse Evolution Ray].

The lava armor is deteriorating.

Dark red energy spurted out like fresh blood.

Doomsday roared in pain, but its other claw had already silently reached for Ian's waist from below. Ian casually swung Superman's arm, and Superman felt dizzy as his feet slammed into Doomsday's elbow with a loud thud.

"A self-propelled divine weapon..."

Superman instinctively kicked repeatedly, but after he finished, the words of the little man in the cup kept popping into his mind, and he began to doubt his life.

"I'm sorry, I do lack a suitable weapon..." Ian didn't necessarily need to use Superman in the fight; it was mainly because only a Kryptonian's body could withstand his current divine power. The Kryptonians' exceptional ability to conduct divine power made them truly more like divine weapons than most other divine weapons.

"Hoohoho!"

Doomsday was killed one after another, but this did not subdue it. After being resurrected once again, Doomsday's massive body transformed into a dark golden streak of light, crashing into Ian with the purest and most savage physical impact, like a starship out of control! This was the ultimate combination of power and speed!
It's the day of destruction, the day of evolution reaching its current limit, a charge where everything is at stake!

"They've gone into space!"

on the ground.

Barry Allen, the Flash, looked utterly horrified.

Before today, he had never imagined he would witness such a massive battle, as if those two mysterious creatures could destroy a city with a mere ripple.

"This is not the kind of combat power that Earth creatures should have!" Ian exclaimed, watching his fighting style as he wielded Superman as a weapon and occasionally fired terrifying golden rays from his eyes.

Diana couldn't help but sigh, her pupils darting wildly. Even though the ray was gold rather than red, doubts still arose in Diana's heart once again.

"That guy with three heads, his fighting style... and the feeling of his energy... although different, it doesn't seem to be that different from Superman."

She clearly saw through Superman's observation. There was no way around it; Ian was, after all, Superman's most closely related child. Whether it was his Homelander career model or his combat training, everything came from Superman Clark. It would be strange if Wonder Woman didn't see that.

Of course, there are also people who can't see through it, such as a certain man who can only run the fastest. When Barry next to him heard Diana's confusion, he also frowned in bewilderment.

"You mean, that was also a Kryptonian?"

The Flash is making guesses.

Wonder Woman nodded, then shook her head.

"What do you mean?"

The Flash was increasingly bewildered.

How can I describe it to you?

Diana hesitated for a moment, then her Amazonian-trained, but sometimes rather direct, "savage mind" kicked in again. She frowned, struggling to rationalize the illogical information, and finally came up with what she considered a "reasonable" explanation.

“Perhaps… after Ares was killed by me, his soul was not completely annihilated. He found the most powerful and promising race in the world—the Kryptonians—and chose to reincarnate as this… monstrous Kryptonian.” Wonder Woman once again harbored doubts about Ian.

Ian's behavior reminded her of when Ares was preparing for war. Perhaps, at this very moment, that man was personally nurturing the most powerful cosmic war monster.

"Why are you feeding me again?"

The Flash wanted to check if Wonder Woman had a fever, even after he told her she was from the future. Why was Wonder Woman still so hung up on Ares?

"Did that ancient Greek god of war kill your whole family or something?" The Flash and Diana started arguing. Neither of the superheroes noticed that in the ruins, not far from where they were, there was a public bench that stood out conspicuously intact.

It stood there where nothing was left, not even a speck of paint had chipped off. This eerie scene went unnoticed perhaps because of the person sitting on it.

He was an old man with a white beard, wearing a white suit.

No living being could perceive him.

"Trying to use drama to avoid the death of Superman that's happening tonight? Good script design, but young writers are always too confident."

"In this way, it's easy to suffer losses."

The old man looked at the sky.

His gaze reflected Ian and the Superman figure he held in his hand. He seemed to exist in this place, yet also seemed to be on a completely different level from his surroundings.

(End of this chapter)