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

Chapter 31 Getting anxious! I won't say who it is!

Ian will be in class today.

The main reason was that they needed to find a backup plan here. Yes, Ian remembered who this boy was, the one he had bumped into in the cafeteria before.

Sam Winchester.

He's a character comparable to Homelander or Hannibal Lecter, a character who appears out of nowhere.

The source should be an old American TV series called "Supernatural". The story of more than ten seasons can be easily summarized: Sam and his brother Dean first catch ghosts, then encounter demons and start killing them. After killing the demons, they kill the angels, and after killing the angels, they are not satisfied and finally kill God.

Perhaps the two brothers in this world aren't as fierce, but Ian feels that the other family must have the knowledge he needs, the ultimate answer to how to solve the problem of his father's death at its root.

“I suggest you take some cold medicine if you have a fever.” Sam snapped out of his shock and looked at Ian with a strange look, as if he were looking at a madman.

Young Winchester, being too young, clearly hadn't developed his courage yet.

"I am genuinely asking for help."

Ian looked at a girl chatting and laughing with her friends not far away, "If you help me find the way I want, I will tell you how to get what you want."

He had come prepared.

True academic achievers never take exams without preparation.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Sam's eyes suddenly darted away, and his face instantly turned red to his ears. This was definitely the true blush of a young boy, more intense than a confession.

“You’re so smart, you must know what I’m talking about, and… you should also know what I can do.” Ian wanted to use the carrot and stick negotiating tactics like the big shots in TV dramas.

however.

The cup he picked up and shook contained Coca-Cola, and there were still traces of sweet and sour tomato juice on the corners of his smiling mouth. He really didn't have the aura that a big shot should have.

but.

Sam, who wasn't very old, was indeed taken aback.

"You! You can't do that!" He slammed his hand on the table in a fit of anger, his eyes blazing, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, but he only looked more flustered.

“Why can’t I? This is the free United States.” Ian raised his head, intending to express that he also had the right to pursue the girl Sam liked.

however.

“My dad is a man! You can’t accuse him of molesting you! The police won’t believe you!” Sam’s thought process was clearly even more abnormal than Ian’s.

"..."

Ian was completely baffled by the other person's wild imagination.

After a long time.

“It’s not impossible, we can give it a try.” Ian gave the other party’s “suggestion” a thumbs up, realizing that he was indeed not suited to be a villain who threatens others.

"Damn it! You're so despicable!"

Sam became even more flustered upon hearing this, defeated by his own advice. "I'll go back and look into it for you! Don't involve my family!"

"They are innocent!" Sam's reaction was so strong that he stormed off, leaving Ian sitting there, feeling that the situation had completely exceeded his expectations.

"Goo~"

Ian took a sip of his cola.

He finally understood why Sam couldn't win over the girl he liked.

"We're all family, why are we fighting like this... Such a strong reaction, this guy must be a fellow patient too." Ian, shaking his Coke cup, took another bite of tomato pork tenderloin.

He let out a heartfelt sigh.

He forked the untouched chicken leg from Sam's abandoned plate onto his own plate.

Food is innocent.

……

The afternoon classes were as dull as ever. The teacher was lecturing non-stop, while Ian lay on the table with his head tilted to one side, touching the pendant Madison had given him and staring at Madison all the while.

"What are you doing?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Madison covered Ian's eyes with her textbook. "You don't actually want to date me, do you?" Madison asked suspiciously. She thought Ian was acting really strange today, weirder than ever before.

"You earn millions every year, have a 36D bust, are sincere and persistent towards me, and you couldn't even buy me a Lamborghini, so why would you think I want to date you?" Ian's tone was very confused. He had indeed been furious after his leveling up and cultivation was interrupted, but now that he had eaten and drunk his fill, his emotions were stable enough.

only.

"?????"

Madison was still stunned by what she heard. Seeing that Ian didn't seem to be joking, she remained silent for a moment, then gave him a genuine thumbs-up with a strange expression.

It turns out that once men become shameless, women really have nothing to do with them.

"Can we be normal for once? What are you staring at me for?" Madison sighed helplessly, feeling like a greenhorn in front of Ian.

"I was just thinking, could you be an awakening superhero, and I am just an ordinary NPC in your origin story who was forced to suffer heavy losses."

Ian stared at his personal panel with a sigh.

Indeed, encountering the dissolute Lucifer as soon as you step out the door, and then buying a mysterious pendant from a street stall on your way back—these scenarios don't seem like things a normal person would encounter.

“Green Wave Girl, no, Miracle Healer… Damn it, I clearly have a talent for writing!” Ian wanted to give Madison a nickname, but found that he couldn’t think of a good name.

Touching someone can cure all ailments—should we call them "touch-touch girls"? "Self-touching girls"? For almost the entire class, Ian felt exhausted that his talents hadn't been truly recognized. Faced with Ian's harassment, Madison remained silent for the entire morning, while Ian spent the same morning trying to understand Madison's situation.

“First of all, I don’t have superpowers. Secondly, my dream is to become a star in Hollywood, not to fly around in the sky in a tight suit—in your fantasy stories, I can fly like Superman, right?” Madison refuted Ian’s guess while displaying his inexplicable competitive spirit.

"Being a star and being a superhero don't conflict. What a coincidence, my dream is to be a big capitalist and start a company where I can command superheroes to fight crime and make money for me."

"Come work for my company, you can be a star and a hero... a win-win-win situation for both of us." Ian was just joking; he was actually just brainstorming whether to create a comic book version of *The Boys*. Since returning from that nightmarish world, Ian had been considering how to revitalize the [dormant professions] brought about by Homelander.

"Start a company that uses superheroes?" Madison really couldn't imagine what a niche dream that was, but she had to admit that it really had the mindset of a capitalist.

"Also, why is it a win-win-win situation?"

Madison's curiosity was also piqued.

“Of course it’s because you win once and I win twice, which makes it a triple win.” Ian’s answer was impeccable, and his righteous indignation silenced Madison once again.

"Oh, by the way, how about calling yourself Wonder Woman?" Ian started poking around again, trying to come up with a name for Madison, only to receive a quiet reply from Madison.

"You're plagiarizing so blatantly, did you even ask Wonder Woman for her permission?" It can only be said that Madison might have been caught in the trap, actually starting to consider the issue of copyright infringement.

"Is it that we can't ask?"

"Hilarious! If you knew Wonder Woman, then I'd be friends with Superman for sex!"

"Um, that's really not allowed."

The two whispered to each other.

A heated discussion ensued.

Because the sound was relatively quiet and did not affect other students, the teacher, as always, pretended not to see it, just as the bell was about to ring for the end of get out of class.

"Ding~"

The bell had just rung.

It suddenly stopped.

Ian noticed that everything around him seemed to freeze again, just like last night, including his classmates. The world in front of him began to fade wildly as if it had been splashed with makeup remover.

In this regard.

Ian wasn't surprised; in fact, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The Metropolitan Gambler had struck again, allowing him to confirm yet another fact from the strange events of last night.

If he is not in a hurry.

There are always people in a hurry.

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