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

Chapter 266 The Death of Ian! Completely dead?

Two mysterious entities.

They are gazing at each other across the barriers of space and dimensions.

"You? You mean you, right?" Miss Death keenly grasped the key point in Lady Paradox's words. Her gaze, shrouded in black veil, suddenly became sharp as an ice pick, piercing through layers of dimensions, staring intently at Lady Paradox, who was on Earth, as if watching a grand drama unfold.

She only realized it now.

This being, capable of manipulating paradoxes and even interfering with the timeline to some extent, is not a native god of the DC Universe, but an "invader" from another universe.

However, the other party's integration level was extremely high, even reaching the point of "beneficial symbiosis" with certain underlying rules of the universe, to the point that even a pillar of the universe like her could hardly detect its heterogeneity under normal circumstances.

With a judgment formed in her mind, in her own dimension, Miss Death's voice took on a chilling quality, as if she knew secrets, and she asked Miss Paradox with profound meaning, her voice echoing directly in the depths of the other's consciousness: "Then, Miss Paradox... who is your creator?"

Her question carried a hint of probing, and a touch of seriousness.

"Ok?"

Lady Paradox seemed unsurprised that Lady Death had grasped this so quickly. She maintained her enigmatic smile and did not answer the fundamental question.

Sipping tea.

She simply tilted her head slightly, and her pupils clearly reflected the scene in outer space: Ian's gigantic Ultraman body being tossed around like a hammer by the Ultimate Destroyer.

It was as if that was her only answer, or rather, the only play she cared about.

outer space.

Ian felt very embarrassed.

He is a superhero who is still a minor, and he has a whole bunch of ultimate professions such as [God of Speed], [Knight of the End], [Savage Tyrant], [Mutant Overlord], [Entropy Annihilation Lord]... He is also an ultimate life form, and now he has the added identity buff of [Ultraman Warrior].

How come they couldn't even defeat Doomsday?
"No! This tastes wrong!"

Ian found it hard to accept.

He found himself being tossed around in space like trash by a Doomsday shrunk to the size of a normal human, smashing through asteroid belts and even destroying the moon.

The scene was quite ugly at one point.

"Ahem," he tried to save face, forcibly explaining to the Superman he was hanging on his back like a pendant, "Um... usually I'm the one who beats everyone else, today was an accident, a complete accident! It's mainly because this new skin hasn't been broken in yet, yes, it's a break-in issue!"

What a flimsy reason.

Even kindergarten children might not believe it.

"hehe."

Superman kept his eyes tightly shut, ignoring him. He could only feel the wind buzzing in his ears and the weightless sensation of being tossed around like a piece of tattered luggage.

"Damn it, you don't believe me? He's using my script. I'm just as fierce as him!" Unable to save face, Ian decided to stop holding back.

The power of the [Body of the End] was fully unleashed.

His Ultraman-like physique began to expand wildly once again! His muscles bulged, and dark energy surged like a boiling ocean, making the patterns on his armor even more complex and ferocious.

this moment.

His body grew larger and larger, surpassing mountains and planets.

Ultimately, it reached an unbelievable scale—the terrifying size it had when it fought Darkseid and could play with planets like marbles on its fingertips!
An unfortunate asteroid passing by was casually kicked away by him, as easily as kicking a small pebble.

"Insects! Where do you think you're going? You can't escape my grasp!" Ian's enormous eyes, like a nebula vortex, locked onto the perfect Doomsday Sun below, still the size of a human, suspended in the vacuum. He raised his massive foot, large enough to cover a continental shelf, and slammed it down on the Doomsday Sun with the power to crush stars!
My brain has gotten quite a bit bigger.

But he clearly still forgot that there is no ground in the vacuum of space.

"Hey! There's no ground in space!" Superman behind him couldn't help but remind him, feeling like he was about to be torn apart by the gravitational disturbance caused by the giant's movements.

"I know!" Ian replied angrily, his giant foot abruptly stopping in mid-air, changing from stomping to slapping! Two giant hands, like spiral arms of a galaxy, suddenly closed together, slapping towards the perfect doomsday in the center with an aura of annihilation, just like a human trying to swat a mosquito on their hand!

The space groaned under the immense pressure of the giant hand.

However, facing this terrifying combined attack capable of shattering the moon, the Perfect Doomsday remained expressionless. It didn't even dodge; it simply raised a fist, its dark gold and milky white energy highly concentrated on its knuckles, and unleashed a powerful punch at the massive, continent-thick palm pressing down from above!
"Pfft——!"

A faint yet incredibly clear sound, like leather being torn, reverberated through the vacuum in the form of energy vibrations! It was the sound of Ian's arm being pierced.

Perfect Doomsday's tiny fist pierced through Ian's giant hand, which was filled with terrifying energy, as easily as a red-hot iron piercing through butter!

"Die!" It emerged unscathed from the hole, its figure flashed, and the next moment, it was already in front of Ian's eyeball, which was larger than a planet!

"Damn it! I shouldn't have said Five Finger Mountain! How did I become the Buddha whose palm was smashed by the monkey!" Ian wasn't in pain, but he felt like he had given himself some kind of stigma.

This terrifying being, hailed as the ultimate life form, jumped directly onto the face of the cursing Ian. Without using any energy attack, it simply raised its fist again. The fist, containing power that subverted the laws of physics, slammed into Ian's huge eyeball crystal like a storm!

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump—!!"

Perfect Doomsday clearly hated Ian intensely; each punch was like a supernova exploding on the surface of Ian's eyeballs, bringing excruciating pain and a violent flickering of vision.

"My eyes!"

Ian's enormous head began to swing wildly from side to side, its rotation speed instantly increasing to five million revolutions per second! The powerful centrifugal force formed an invisible barrier, finally swatting away the Perfect Doomsday, which was frantically outputting power right on his eyeballs, as if it were a water droplet being shaken off.

The Perfect Doomsday suffered from its small size and vanished into the distant stardust as a streak of light.

Taking advantage of the opening, Ian hurriedly used his energy to repair his eyeballs, which were riddled with cracks. Superman, on his back, feeling the galactic storm-like shaking and Ian's exasperated state, couldn't help but say bitterly, "As expected... you messed up. You created a monster... that even you can't defeat!"

"Bullshit! I'm just giving him 90% of his strength to complete my play! He's just a fake monkey; even the Monkey King would have to offer me a cigarette!"

"I'm so strong that even I'm afraid of myself. There's no opponent I can't beat! Just you wait and see!" Ian jumped up and down like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The main reason was that he felt the perfect Doomsday had ruined the image he had built up in Superman's mind. He had originally wanted to leave a deep impression on Superman by using his alternate identity here.

Then, after returning to the future, he used Ian's identity to tell Superman that he had become the apprentice of the Speed ​​God, the End Knight. This would surely make his future father hesitant to touch the back of his neck again.

The plan is so wonderful.

Who would have thought that such a deviation would occur during implementation? It's incredibly frustrating.

"It's all your fault!"

Ian shifted all the blame to Doomsday, realizing that gigantism was actually a hindrance in a battle of this magnitude. Ian ceased maintaining his planetary-sized form. Dark energy collapsed inward, and his size rapidly shrank until he returned to a normal human size similar to the perfect Doomsday.

A surge of speed energy.

The three-headed, six-armed form reappeared.

His "Final Body" is also superimposed on this form.

It is indeed terrifyingly strong.

"Watch closely! What ultimate Doomsday? I'm the real Doomsday, the most powerful one on Krypton!" Ian untied Superman from his back and used a gentle burst of energy to propel him towards a relatively safe giant meteorite in the distance. He still remembered Batman's anonymous evaluation of him in the [Superhero Popularity Center].

Although this official Doomsday theme doesn't sound good, it's still his stuff, and he can't just give it back.

"Next comes the brutal, hand-to-hand combat!" Ian roared, transforming into a dark bolt of lightning as he charged towards the Perfect Doomsday, who had just regained his footing!
The classic battle between advanced life forms in DC has begun. There are no fancy energy clashes, no crushing blows from massive bodies, only the most primitive, savage, and brutal close-quarters combat!
"Bang! Crack! Splat—!"

The sounds of flesh colliding, bones cracking, and blood being torn apart spread intensely in the silent universe in the form of energy waves!

Ian's arm was grabbed by Doomsday and torn off, dark golden blood spurting out! But the next second, the regenerative abilities of [Wrath of the Undead] combined with [Body of the End] were activated, the flesh buds at the severed arm wriggled wildly, and a brand new arm grew out instantly. At the same time, he punched through Doomsday's chest with a backhand punch!
"bump!"

A transparent hole appeared in Doomsday's chest.

But its black hole-like eyes didn't blink, and its wounds were wrapped in fleshy tendrils, healing almost instantly upon injury. At the same time, it delivered a chop to Ian's neck.

That almost chopped off Ian's head!
Fortunately, Ian dodged in time, thus avoiding the opponent's unsportsmanlike sneak attack.

"You shouldn't hit someone in the face! You've overstepped your bounds!"

Ian immediately learned several new skills, which shows the benefits of accumulating skill points in daily life. He can learn new skills with ease in any situation during battle.

[Void Return to Nothingness: Releases an inconspicuous gray energy wave, like a ripple on water. This wave is not an energy attack in the traditional sense; it does not produce impact or cause an explosion. Its essence is to forcibly and temporarily "reset" the concept of "existence" of a local area of ​​the target to zero.]

Matter, energy, and even some rules that are swept by the ripples will be wiped off the canvas of reality as if erased by an eraser with the highest authority, instantly turning into absolute "nothingness".

Because the target area is temporarily removed from the conceptual level rather than destroyed, conventional regeneration and repair capabilities encounter a logical paradox when faced with this "missing" state, leading to significant delays or even temporary failures in the regeneration process. The target needs time to redefine the existence of the erased portion before repair can begin.

This stemmed from the Dark Titan's control over nothingness. Ian opened his mouth and spat out a tiny gray ripple, silent and incredibly fast.

"Aaaaaah!!!" The part of Doomsday's body that was hit disappeared smoothly and without warning, as if pixels were vanishing, with the edge as smooth as a mirror.

It was as if the place was supposed to be empty.

However, the Perfect Doomsday's adaptability is nothing short of monstrous! The parts erased by [Void Reversion] instantly evolve resistance to the concept of "nothingness".

"No way! This can even have resistance?"

Ian was completely stunned.

no way.

I no longer dare to learn new skills casually.

He can only continue to use the purest physical methods.

"Bang bang bang!!"

"I can stay here with you, amidst the carnage, for ten thousand years!"

Ian even attempted to borrow the concept-level abilities of Captain America from the neighboring universe.

The battle devolved into a brutal war of attrition. Ian's body was constantly being destroyed and reassembled, while Doomsday suffered fatal wounds only to recover instantly. Both sides possessed terrifying regenerative abilities, as if engaged in a marathon to see who could exhaust their life force first.

"Damn it! This death of Superman really had to happen!" Ian was furious after being beaten, and all six of his arms were almost torn off.

The opponent's self-healing ability is superior to his, mainly because the opponent's head can grow a new head even after it's been blown apart, while Ian doesn't want to casually discard his original head.

He angrily shouted, "God is so stubborn! He should eat two of my farts! This is forcing me to commit suicide! He won't even let me have a back door!"

Ian isn't stupid either.

How could he not understand that nothing in the DC universe is a coincidence? There must be a villain who is jealous of his writing talent behind Doomsday's evolution into the ultimate life form with an impossible probability!
"It's time to unleash our creativity!"

Seemingly having made up his mind, a resolute glint flashed in Ian's eyes. He abruptly retreated, distancing himself from Doomsday. The dark energy around him instantly receded to its extreme, replaced by an absolute "grayish-white" that seemed to signify the end of all things, the loss of all color and meaning.

This is a skill of the [Lord of Embers] class – [All Things Return to One]!
It is neither an energy attack nor physical destruction, but an ultimate means that directly acts on the conceptual level of "existence." Ian defined himself and the Perfect Doomsday as targets that "need to be ended." Thus, he invoked the power of "Ending," which transcends life and death and rises above all cosmic laws.

"This is... the death of Superman."

Ian's voice was eerily calm. He was wearing a pure black Kryptonian suit, and his figure, along with the perfect Doomsday opposite him, was stained with that absolute "grayish-white".

The lively light in their eyes vanished instantly, leaving them as empty as lifeless glass beads.

All movement ceases, all energy dissipates.

"what happened!"

The end came too quickly.

Even Superman couldn't react immediately.

He had initially thought that Ian had completely lost ground.

Never thought about it.

next moment.

Two bodies, devoid of any life force or signs of movement, began to slowly fall towards the blue Earth under the influence of cosmic gravity, just like puppets whose strings had been cut.

(End of this chapter)