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

Chapter 265 The Altered Script
Rao's voice was filled with unprecedented shock and fear.

"He is evolving... towards the ultimate life form described only in the wildest, most unrealistic fantasies of ancient Kryptonian scientists!"

"But... but this situation is 100% impossible! Doomsday is the product of genetic collapse, a complete failure, the embodiment of destruction!"

"How could it possibly touch the threshold of 'ultimate life'?!" Inside the thermos, Raoh, the Kryptonian sun god, seemed to have lost his faith, his faint light and shadow trembling violently.

He could only repeat incoherently, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! The ultimate life form... How could a mere biological weapon possibly achieve a form I haven't even reached!"

"A symbol of perfection, harmony, and limitless potential! How could... how could it appear in Doomsday, a failed creation that only knows destruction and evolution?!"

"This is simply a desecration of the wisdom of the entire Kryptonian civilization!" It was clear that the Kryptonian Sun God was greatly shocked and fell into deep self-doubt and cognitive confusion.

It's similar to the idea that Newton discovered universal gravitation doesn't exist, which is why he turned to death.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about as ultimate life, all I know is…” Superman, carried on Ian’s back, could clearly feel the soul-chilling pressure emanating from the gradually forming cocoon of light.

It was an aura that transcended the level of power, as if touching the very origin of the universe. His expression was extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "I can deeply feel... that monster is moving towards a level that terrifies and chills me to the bone. Its very existence seems to be rewriting the rules around it."

"What ultimate life or what ultimate life? Pshaw." Ian swung his arm dismissively, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, like that of a powerful, arrogant protagonist.

"We Ultra Warriors fight against the ultimate life form in the universe! No matter what form it takes, we'll beat it down first!" Ian had many trump cards up his sleeve, so he wasn't panicked.

of course.

You can't show your panic; after all, you have to maintain your composure.

Superman was momentarily speechless, his thoughts swirling even further behind him. How did this guy suddenly acquire the identity of an "Ultraman Warrior"?

When did identity become so flexible?

"Are you an ancient god of Krypton, the god of speed, or the knight of the end? How come there's another Ultraman?!" The current Superman is not the Superman that Ian brought to the forefront in later generations.

He truly couldn't understand this bizarre change in identity, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh?"

Ian turned one of his heads and glanced at Superman with a look that said, "You mortal is so ignorant," before answering confidently, "Haven't you heard that the capable should do more? Is it strange that someone as outstanding as me has more than a hundred jobs... no, more than a thousand jobs?"

He changed his mind at the last minute, mainly because he felt that more than a hundred kinds of things had too little room for error and wouldn't be enough for him to experiment with. More than a thousand kinds of things would be just right and would be enough for him to use until he was an adult.

"..."

Superman was once again stumped by the impeccable logic and utterly speechless. He felt that Ian's identity was like an onion, layer upon layer, each one more painful to the eye. Now, Superman was 100% certain that this three-headed, six-armed guy couldn't utter a single reliable truth.

of course.

This wasn't important to Superman; he was only concerned with one practical question: "Are you... are you going to use me as a weapon again?"

Superman is not afraid of death, but he also doesn't want to be sacrificed as a weapon.

He watched as the cocoon of light gradually became transparent, revealing a "Ultimate Doomsday" whose body had shrunk to the size of a normal human, but whose body was filled with interwoven dark gold and milky white energy, whose face was as cold as a marble sculpture, and whose eyes were like two miniature black holes. He gave Ian a serious reminder.

"I'm warning you, if you try to smash that thing with my head, you'll only break my skull." This is no joke; Superman has his own assessment of what he's capable of smashing.

Kryptonians' learning ability is well-known, so he has already gained experience in using them as weapons.

“I know, you don’t need to remind me.” Ian rarely expressed agreement, his tone even carrying a hint of approval that said, “You finally have some self-awareness.” “So, warm-up over. Next up is the battle between the colossal Superman… oh no, I mean the Ultra Warrior, and the ultimate Doomsday!”

As he spoke, he adjusted Superman's position as if carrying a sword on his back, firmly fixing him to his back and using the Speed ​​Force to form an energy lock to bind him.

Then, Ian's six heads simultaneously looked up at the sky—if there is a "sky" in outer space, anyway, they just raised their heads and let out a silent roar. The gray-white arcs of speed force around his body began to converge and hide inward, and a deeper, darker power, as if it could devour all light, surged from his body!

[The Body of the End: You can temporarily break through the shackles of your life form and transform into a deity walking among humans by detonating the "cosmic energy" or something else accumulated within your body.]

In this form, you will briefly become the law of the universe itself—the enforcer of balance—and can eliminate anything you consider harmful to the universe by "devouring" it.

The stars are extinguished to satisfy your thirst! The whispers of the universe are proclaiming that you are the end!

This is a mythical form skill of the Galactus class, granting Ian the same rank and power as an ultimate life form. Of course, he currently needs to draw upon Belial's power, which has resided within him for trillions of years. Accompanying Belial's power, the mythical flame within Ian's body was ignited.

Ian's three-headed, six-armed body began to undergo a dramatic change.

The gray lightning was replaced by dark energy, and the body's lines became more ferocious and full of destructive beauty, with a texture on its surface resembling a combination of armor and life.

His size began to expand exponentially! His already enormous body grew larger as if inflated, as if he were about to transform into a colossus that would devour planets!
before.

Ian fought against Darkseid and Trigon in his own timeline, and once transformed into a form that used a planet as a marble with one hand, but he obviously doesn't need that prime form now.

After all, there's still the death of Superman to be staged.

In addition, considering the convenience of movement, after his size increased to a certain extent, he also actively controlled it and eventually stabilized at a... classic Ultraman size.

Although still a colossal creature relative to humans, it's not so frightening against the backdrop of the vast universe.

"See that?" Ian turned one of his heads almost 180 degrees, showing off to the Superman on his back, who looked like a little pendant. "A genuine, real Ultra Warrior! Isn't my [End Body] amazing? I can borrow the power of many of my different 'identities' to fight!"

This is patching up his various identities. Ian is still wearing the Black Superman suit, so after growing up like this, he does look a bit like an Ultraman suit.

"Nice fabric."

Ian even touched the battle robe that could be made big or small.

I was quite amazed.

"..."

Superman clung to Ian like a small backpack, feeling the terrifying power emanating from the massive body beneath him—powerful enough to shake an asteroid—and the energy fluctuations, so different from the Speed ​​Force, filled with destruction and darkness. He resignedly closed his eyes.

The intense sense of shame and the numbness of a shattered worldview made him unwilling to respond to Ian even a single word. At this moment, all he wanted was for this nightmare to end quickly.

Ian was a little resentful for not getting Superman's support. He muttered a few words to himself, then looked up and focused his attention entirely on the starry sky in front of him.

The cocoon of light completely dissipated, and the ultimate doomsday fully appeared.

It remained human-sized, hovering in the void. Its dark golden skin flowed with milky-white energy veins, its face cold and perfect, devoid of any other emotion, save for a deep, soul-deep, and condensed hatred for Ian. It no longer roared, but simply stared intently at Ian with its black hole-like eyes.

"He does look a bit like a Saiyan from the legends," Ian said, sizing him up. "I just wonder how much of the strength he has compared to those warrior races!"

Before he finished speaking, Ian’s enormous arm, covered in dark armor, suddenly shot out and grabbed at the Ultimate Doomsday as if it were a chick!
Wherever the colossal hand passed, the space itself hummed under its strain. Yet, faced with this overwhelming grasp, the Ultimate Doomsday merely raised a hand indifferently. Its hand was negligible compared to Ian's fingertips, but at the instant of contact—

"Buzz!"

An indescribable force, seemingly weighing the entire galaxy, erupted from the tiny palm of the Ultimate Doomsday! It actually held Ian's giant finger in place, and then its five fingers tightened, gripping Ian's fingertips!
The next second, even Superman, who was hanging on Ian's massive back like a cheap, free-shipping pendant from Pinduoduo, was shocked by what he saw.

Ian, now transformed into a colossal giant, is powerful enough.

however.

With a sudden burst of strength, the ultimate Doomsday's arm, seemingly containing a power that defied the laws of physics, grabbed Ian's fingers and swung the massive Ian around like a rag doll, then hurled him far away!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!"

"Damn it! How could you take my script! This isn't exciting at all!" Ian's enormous body flew wildly backward through the cosmos like an out-of-control meteorite, smashing countless floating asteroids and interstellar dust in its path, exploding into bursts of brilliant but brief flames.

The scene was as massive as a galactic catastrophe!
"I'll be back!"

As he transformed into a streak of shooting star, Ian inexplicably let out a howl, as if hinting to others that he had watched the Big Bad Wolf and his lover, Pleasant Goat, when he was a child.

Earth, night.

Diana and The Flash, who were anxiously observing the strange phenomenon in the sky, suddenly saw the bright moon in the night sky suddenly light up with an extremely dazzling light that even surpassed that of the sun!
Immediately afterwards——

"Boom!"

The deafening roar, so deep it was almost muffled, shook the entire world!

In that dazzling light, Diana, the Flash, and everyone on Earth who could still look up at the sky clearly saw that the moon, which had hung for billions of years, was like a crystal ball struck by a giant hammer, its surface instantly covered with countless cracks, and then... it exploded!
The material that makes up the moon is collapsing, turning into countless fragments of varying sizes and a pervasive dust nebula, which slowly spreads across the night sky amidst the screams of countless people in terror!
The moon... shattered.

This wasn't just something Diana could see with her demigod vision; even the Flash, and anyone on Earth who wasn't blind, could see this apocalyptic scene simply by looking up. The moonlight vanished, replaced by a chaotic, dangerously glowing band of debris.

"It's...it's all over!" Bruce Wayne, who had just arrived in his Batplane, looked up and saw this scene. His usually calm face showed an unprecedented blankness and despair. His brain raced, instantly listing the horrific impact that the lunar explosion would have on Earth.

The collapse of tidal locking will plunge the global oceans into unprecedented turmoil, with super tsunamis devastating all coastal cities. The shift in the Earth's axial tilt will completely disrupt the climate system, making extreme weather events the norm and eliminating the four seasons. Furthermore, the impact of the magnetic field could also have catastrophic effects on ecosystems.

Earth's orbit may experience a small but fatal shift, potentially veering out of the habitable zone. A large amount of lunar debris will then hurtle towards Earth like cannonballs, causing a global impact catastrophe.

These were all things that happened in an instant. Batman's knowledge told him that the changes that would occur on Earth after the moon exploded would be no less devastating than the extraterrestrial visitors that the dinosaurs faced.

"This is a catastrophe... an irreversible catastrophe..." Batman's voice trembled with extreme fear and helplessness. He not only had to fight against these real threats that could instantly set back or even wipe out human civilization, but he also had to suppress the thoughts that kept popping up in his mind because of Ian's Speed ​​Force corruption.

It is a "solution" that is absurd and abstract to the extreme.

For example, installing a larger replacement moon on Earth... or kidnapping Superman and dividing him into four pieces to stabilize the magnetic field in the four directions of Earth.

These were all useless ideas. This tug-of-war between reason and madness tormented him; Batman clutched his head, crouching down, barely able to think straight.

Damn it! My brain!

Batman pounded his forehead hard.

That crisp sound—it's clear he has a good mind.

"What's wrong with him?" Diana noticed Batman's unusual behavior and asked the Flash beside her. She didn't recognize the man in the bat costume.

“I don’t know,” Barry shook his head blankly. “I don’t even know him. He just suddenly appeared… He seems to be that Batman from Gotham?”

Upon hearing this, Diana was also stunned: "Huh? I thought you were in cahoots. When he came over just now, his overly familiar aura made me think he was one of your companions."

Having clashed with Batman before, Diana breathed a sigh of relief, at least she wouldn't be facing a two-on-one situation, although thinking about that now was somewhat inappropriate.

"I also thought he was in cahoots with you..."

The Flash shrugged helplessly.

They looked at each other in silence, both seeing the same bewilderment in each other's eyes. Of course, they also understood that now was not the time to discuss this.

“Wonder Woman!” Barry looked up at the sky again. “Do you have any… divine magic? Or any spells? That can piece the moon back together? Or at least stabilize those fragments? Otherwise, even if the battle between those two monsters in outer space doesn’t directly hit Earth, the aftermath of the moon’s explosion will be an absolute catastrophe for Earth!”

He was a high-achieving student to some extent, and although he didn't have as much knowledge as Batman, he still understood some basic common sense about physics and astrophysics.

Diana gazed at the ever-spreading band of lunar debris in the night sky, her face a mask of helplessness and frustration: "Flash, you overestimate me. Even if all the Olympian gods gathered together, they probably couldn't restore a shattered planet. This is far beyond my capabilities..."

It wasn't just these extraordinary individuals on Earth who felt despair.

In that realm beyond the mortal dimension, overlooking the endless universe and spacetime, Lady Death, the woman who holds the power of ending all things, has also lost her usual composure. Even the aura of eternal slumber surrounding her has become slightly disordered, and her gaze pierces through layers of dimensions, fixed intently on Lady Paradox on Earth.

"This is different from what we promised!"

Miss Death's voice carried a hint of shock and anger. She thought that Lady Paradox had changed her plans and her design for Ian at the last minute in order to achieve some goal, even distrusting her.

of course.

This is completely unnecessary worry.

The Paradoxical Lady, this mysterious Time Lord, had lost her usual enigmatic smile, replaced by a rare look of astonishment and solemnity.

"how so……"

Her eyes flashed rapidly, as if she were quickly calculating and sensing something. Hearing Miss Death's question, she slowly shook her head and whispered in an incredulous tone.

"No...it has nothing to do with me."

She raised her head, her gaze seemingly piercing the boundary between reality and illusion, looking towards a source that even she found awe-inspiring, her voice as soft as a sigh.

"It was that guy... who made the move."

The Paradoxical Lady spoke with a hint of apprehension.

The face of the Death Maiden, shrouded in black veil, seemed to twitch slightly as she asked, "Who?"

She may have already realized what the Paradoxical Lady was trying to say, but she still needed a definite answer before she would give up.

Therefore.

The Paradoxical Lady took a deep breath.

He spat out a "as expected" answer.

A name that silences even the Lady of Death.

"The 'person' who brought Ian Kent... into this world."

"—Your Creator."

(End of this chapter)