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

Chapter 264 An Unexpected Event! The Ultimate Life Form in the Universe!
The night is slightly cooler.

The wind swept up the withered leaves on the ground.

On the bench.

Faced with Lucifer's labor, God neither acknowledged nor denied Lucifer's astonishing deduction, but merely commented on it in a slightly joking tone.

"Your brain has definitely been touched by that brat Ian." When cursing his rebellious son, God was very tactful and didn't use a single swear word.

However, his evasive reaction only made Lucifer seem to have grasped irrefutable evidence, letting out a long, all-knowing sound.

"Ha~".

Lucifer took a step back, raised his hand and pointed repeatedly at the supreme being in front of him. His expression became more and more certain, even with a hint of smugness.

"Stop trying to deceive me, Father!" Lucifer stood up, looking down at God on the bench, and declared in an agitated tone, "I have seen through everything! Admit it, my Father, you are a psychologically twisted creator who finds eternal life too boring!"

“You crave challenges, crave variables, even crave… failure! It’s because I’m so much like you, with the same blood flowing in my veins, that I have such obvious masochistic tendencies, and that’s why my therapist says I’m like a pervert…” He began to skillfully attribute his “problems” to God’s genetics.

"..."

God listened to his impassioned speech and rolled his eyes in a remarkably human manner.

“You should go back and look after your mother, Lucifer. I hope you won’t make the same mistake again.” He raised his hand to interrupt Lucifer’s self-analysis and his analysis of him.

"I'm not done yet!"

Lucifer, however, had no intention of leaving.

"But I've already listened to the whole thing."

God's tone was irrefutable. He didn't even bother to say anything more, simply raising his hand casually and waving it lightly at Lucifer as if brushing away something dirty.

"boom!"

A faint, almost inaudible thud.

Subsequently.

Lucifer's handsome yet indignant figure vanished without a trace from the quiet streets of New York as if erased by an eraser.

The space didn't even ripple, as if he had never been there.

……

In a future timeline, in Los Angeles, at Lucifer's "Bar of Light," the noisy, mesmerizing music continues, and various extraordinary beings and bewildered souls wander in the dim light. No matter how chaotic and distorted the timeline outside may be, the Bar of Light remains an absolutely solid anchor point in spacetime, completely unaffected.

It even became a final resting place for many wandering, homeless souls who owed Lucifer a debt of gratitude but should have been erased due to changes in the timeline.

Because these souls were too noisy, the bartender confined them all to one area. As the bartender, Mai Zi, finished scolding one soul, she noticed that the space began to fluctuate.

Beside the bar, the space slightly distorted, and Lucifer's figure reformed.

"Damn it! That old man must be furious!" His face still held a trace of anger from being forcibly deported, but more so a sense of excitement at having glimpsed the truth.

"Good, good, good! The more he acts like this, the more certain I am that I have indeed discovered his secret!" Lucifer snapped his fingers, and a carefully prepared glass of tequila appeared in his hand.

He leaned against the bar, looking at Mai Zi, who stood beside him like a shadow.

"With the outside timeline changing so drastically and becoming so chaotic, those 'crying angels' who live by absorbing time energy must be stuffed by now, right?"

Lucifer didn't want Mai to ask him what happened in the past, so he simply chose a topic to avoid Mai's possible questions.

Also normal.

After all, being sent back by his father was something Lu Sansui found hard to talk about. Didn't he, the Lord of Hell, have any pride? He at least had a reputation for being able to defy God!
"Forehead……"

Wheat didn't think much of it, but when she heard Lucifer's question, a very strange look appeared on her usually expressionless beautiful face.

The female demon hesitated for a moment, and after Lucifer cast a questioning and confused look at her, she answered in her hoarse but calm voice.

"Lucifer... the Crying Angels race has been completely wiped out." After all, she was Lucifer's close follower, and few people knew that she was also a powerful demon.

"Huh?" Lucifer paused, his hand still swirling the wine glass. "Disappeared? What do you mean? Which time rift did you hide in?"

“No,” Wheat shook his head, his tone filled with a rare disbelief, “It’s complete disappearance. Erased from all timelines, from all parallel universes. Their past, present, future, all traces of their existence have vanished. As if… they never existed in the universe at all.”

A similar situation.

It seems this is the first time we've encountered an ancient demon.

"Is that so?" Lucifer paused again, holding his wine glass, and blinked. Then, as if he understood something, a complex expression appeared on his handsome face—surprise, amusement, and a hint of understanding. He whispered a name, almost like a sigh.

"Ian Kent."

Clearly, Lucifer was certain that this change was related to Ian, though it was unclear whether this was a deduction based on his wisdom or a direct reading of the truth using his omniscience.

Mai frowned slightly: "That boy? What did he do?"

She couldn't imagine how an individual could erase a race that permeated the timeline like a malignant tumor; the Weeping Angels were like cockroaches in human society.

“There’s no need to be so curious.” Lucifer shook his head and downed his drink in one gulp. “I have no interest in the specific details of this matter.”

"Just a bunch of disgusting things I found for the angels."

"Whether they were completely annihilated, banished outside of time, or 'covered' into something else... it doesn't matter."

He put down his glass, his long, slender fingers tapping unconsciously on the smooth surface of the bar. "Right now, I only want to think about one question."

Mai looked at the devil in front of her suspiciously, and habitually began to speculate, her tone disdainful, "Are you thinking about which new girl you'll spend the night with?"

"Excuse my bluntness, Lucifer, but the situation outside is too chaotic, and spacetime is extremely unstable. You might be flirting with a beautiful lady one moment, and the next moment she might be transformed into... a fat, greasy middle-aged man due to a timeline shift." This was clearly meant to disgust Lucifer.

but.

Lucifer, however, didn't care at all.

"In your mind, is this the kind of shallow and meaningless life I lead every day?" He was only more concerned with his reputation and his image in Mai Zi's eyes.

Fat men and the like.

Who knows if he's even tried it?

"Heh." Mai Zi said expressionlessly, her tone flat. "Isn't that right? Do you need someone else to tell you what kind of person you are?"

Lucifer was taken aback, but decided not to stoop to the level of this lackey. He took a deep breath, and a rare, almost serious, thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, you're wrong. I'm not interested in any woman except Chloe Decker right now. Actually, what I'm thinking about... is an ultimate question. A question that all life, from the humblest insects to the most ancient gods, subconsciously yearns for an answer to."

He spoke softly.

This successfully piqued Mai Zi's curiosity.

As one of Hell's top assassins and Lucifer's most loyal follower, she rarely saw him show such an expression.

"What ultimate question? Don't be a riddle-maker, Lucifer."

Wheat stared intently at Lucifer.

Lucifer smiled slightly, without answering directly. He took the glass of whiskey that Mai Zi handed him again, swirling it gently, the amber liquid leaving beautiful streaks on the glass.

His gaze pierced through the wine glass, as if he could see the end of the universe, the supreme being. He lowered his voice, his tone filled with an indescribable excitement.

"I think I've... found a way to kill God."

An extremely filial son. Absolutely an extremely filial son.

That's why they say he's the first Satan when it comes to filial piety.

……

Just as Lucifer was talking about wanting to be a filial son...

Past time and space.

Outer space has become a brutal battlefield. Ian, carrying Superman, has been battling Doomsday, who has evolved to its ultimate form, for quite some time now.

There was no sound traveling through the air, only the silent flashes of energy colliding and the violent ripples of gravity. Doomsday's massive, dark golden body was like a mobile war fortress. It swung its arms covered in bone blades, each strike tearing through space and creating jet-black void rifts.

Ian transformed into a streak of gray-white lightning, weaving through the cracks and wielding Superman as if he were a living weapon. Sometimes he used Superman to parry deadly bone blades, producing deafening metallic clangs, and other times he hurled Superman like a meteor hammer, smashing him into the core of Doomsday's energy convergence to interrupt the condensation of its destructive power.

It's not that I'm afraid of being attacked.

His main concern is protecting the Earth he loves.

"Ugh~"

Superman had long since given up thinking; he was just a little dizzy. He felt like an old object that had been polished to a patina, being forged and refined in Ian's hands.

The invincible Kryptonian's battle suit was tattered and torn.

The bio-force field is also no longer effective.

His face and body were covered with bumps and bruises of all sizes, and his eyes were empty and numb. He would only groan reflexively when hit on particularly hard parts of his body.

"Hoohoho!"

Doomsday opened its massive maw, no longer spewing energy, but instead creating a terrifying gravitational vortex, attempting to devour Ian and Superman!
This vortex seems to be so strong that even light cannot escape!

"The Piracy Black Hole!"

Ian's three heads simultaneously uttered a low growl.

With six arms forming a hand seal, divine power surged, creating a repulsive force field around them, fiercely resisting the gravitational vortex. The two forces pulled out distorted folds of spacetime in the vacuum!
"Evolve into an even fiercer monster, my little sweetie!"

Seize the moment when Doomsday is desperately trying to maintain the gravitational vortex.

Golden light flashed in Ian's eyes once more! This time, the golden light was not a ray, but rather spread outwards from him like ripples—the skill [World-Burning Pulse] was activated!

Who says eyes can't be used to inflict additional damage with skills?
The ripples, as they passed, did not cause physical destruction, but rather directly affected the "concept" itself, bringing the most fundamental "real damage"!
"Aaaaaah!" Doomsday's dark gold armor, which was strong enough to withstand the explosion of a star, melted and disintegrated rapidly under the sweep of [World-Burning Pulse], just like ice and snow under the sun!
It let out a silent, painful roar, its massive body trembling and disintegrating violently in the golden light. In the end, only its hardest, most ferocious head, which carried its indestructible origin, remained, floating in the void, its surface light dimming—clearly, Ian had intentionally held back, giving the opponent a chance to evolve.

of course.

Clark, who knew nothing about Kryptonian history and was identified as a fake Kryptonian, was unaware of this.

"Is it... over?" Superman asked in a hoarse voice. He felt like his bones were about to fall apart and was already grateful that he was still alive.

God knows how many flashbacks have been going on in front of his eyes since just now.

"It's not that simple."

Ian's gaze remained deep as he assessed whether the progress of history had met its target. Under his watchful eye, Doomsday's solitary head frantically repaired its body.

The broken surface began to move.

The dark red energy grew wildly like living tentacles, drawing in all the energy dissipating from the surrounding space, even including the remaining fragments of the laws from the [World-Burning Pulse]!

Flesh, bones, and armor are being reconstructed at a visible speed, faster than ever before!
Between a few breaths.

A colossal, more distorted monster, wreathed in dark red and grayish-white energy and radiating an aura of despair, once again stands beneath the stars! Having absorbed some of the properties of the [World-Burning Pulse], its energy field even carries a hint of "annihilation damage"!

"This...how is this possible?!" Superman nearly collapsed upon witnessing this. Even an attack that touched the very essence of things couldn't completely destroy it?
This monster's immortality is a mockery of the laws of the entire universe!

Ian simply smiled, as if he had expected it. His three heads spoke at the same time, their tone carrying the solemnity of announcing a dramatic climax.

"Don't rush, just bear with it a little longer, the plot about the death of Superman will be coming soon."

Ian had his own plans.

However, his argument quite frightened the young father.

"What?!" Superman was shocked; the shadow of death instantly loomed over him. Could it be that this guy who claimed to be an ancient god of Krypton ultimately wanted to kill him?
Death was not frightening to Clark.

What's scary is that all that suffering he went through just now was for nothing!
No! Your clothes!

Clark, his head buzzing, turned around and saw that Ian, who had been swinging his weapon, had somehow changed his appearance and was now wearing a pure black battle suit.

Take a closer look.

Clark also felt that it resembled his own battle suit somewhat.

Where did he get this outfit? Is he really an Old God from Krypton? Or is he one of my family's ancestors? Clark's heart was churning as he looked at the large "S" on Ian's chest.

He must have suffered a concussion, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a connection. Of course, the fact that Ian's battle suit looked familiar was indeed a key factor in making that connection.

"What is your relationship with my family...?"

Superman was just about to ask further questions.

Right now.

Changes occur suddenly.

The Doomsday, which had just been reborn, reached its peak of power, and transformed into a super monster, suddenly let out a roar that was completely different from its previous violent roar and was filled with extreme pain!

Subsequently.

Its body stopped expanding and instead began to contract and collapse violently! Dark red and grayish-white energy burst out of its body uncontrollably!
It formed a dazzling cocoon of light!

Even more incredibly, its completely inhuman form, which resembled a patchwork of various terrifying cosmic creatures, began to change rapidly within the cocoon of light. Its bone spurs retracted, its exoskeleton softened, and the grotesque outline of its head transformed into a humanoid form... It seemed to be... undergoing reverse evolution?

Or is it a kind of fundamental, forced change?

"What's going on?!" Even Ian was completely bewildered.

This was completely outside of his script!
Ignoring Superman's questions about the black suit, he attempted to attack the rapidly changing cocoon of light, transforming into a condensed gray-white lightning bolt that hurtled towards Doomsday.

"Buzz!"

Ian, who had transformed into the Speed ​​Force, was repelled by an invisible yet immense force the moment he approached the cocoon of light, and the recoil even made Ian's arm go numb!

"Doomsday can be like this? Don't try to fool me, I'm not that naive!"

Ian was stunned. How could Doomsday have suddenly become so powerful? This level of energy barrier far exceeded any form it had ever shown before. He subconsciously pulled out the stainless steel thermos, unscrewed the lid, and poked the listless Kryptonian sun god Raoh inside.

"Hey! Look at that guy! What's wrong with him?!"

Ian gave the order.

The little figure inside the thermos cup groggily raised its head and looked at the bright cocoon of light that was flashing violently and whose energy level was rising wildly in the distance. Then its "eyes" widened instantly.

He let out a startled exclamation.

"No...impossible! How could this be?! This kind of ultimate life form should just be the delusion of those scientists, it's simply impossible to achieve!"

Even the real Kryptonian Old Gods were stunned.

(End of this chapter)