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

Chapter 37 Supergirl Kara! Death Reappears!
Stay away from Gotham.

It will be unfortunate.

Ian has kept this DC Universe survival guide in mind ever since he traveled through time.

"Even dogs won't drink it, but you, Auntie, will."

He pulled the straw out of the Coke he had just taken a sip from, then put it back upside down and shoved it back into Kara's hand. Kara's expression, with her brows furrowed into hooks, was still indescribable.

She just stared at Ian.

"Click, click~"

The fried chicken that others buy always smells better. Ian looked down and glanced into the packaging bag a few more times. There were still a few pieces left. His hair was slightly loose, revealing his fair and rosy forehead.

Yes, it's fair with a rosy tint, and stands out from the crowd.

"There's a bullet in your forehead." Before she could even figure out how Ian addressed her, the stunned Kara noticed the strange boy's unusual condition.

She should have noticed this situation much earlier.

Kara's attention had been solely focused on Ian's good looks. But now, upon closer inspection, wow, the handsome young man's forehead was adorned with large-caliber handgun bullets!

"Bullets? What a joke!"

"That's impossible. I'm fast enough. The security guards definitely wouldn't be able to hit me." Ian started showing off his fried chicken, his previously hungry body beginning to feel satisfied.

My clumsy cousin.

They actually tried to disturb him while he was eating.

It's really, really bad.

Do you have a headache?

Kara's eyes twitched, and her expression was incredibly strange.

"It doesn't hurt."

Ian shook his head, and before Kara could react, he took more than one bite. He ate one bite after another, giving Kara a demonstration of how to eat fried chicken, chewing and swallowing bones along with the meat.

"..."

Kara was genuinely unaware that her food was dwindling rapidly.

She just stared at Ian's forehead.

at last.

The supergirl, whom I couldn't recognize, silently extended her hand with lightning speed.

She was incredibly fast; before Ian, who was wolfing down his food, could even react, she had already pinched a metal bullet off his forehead with two fingers.

"I think you should feel pain... that's normal."

Kara suspected it was some kind of prank, but after looking around and not finding a camera, she hesitated for a moment before handing the bullet to Ian.

"what!?"

Ian stopped eating in shock.

Just when Kara thought Ian was about to be terrified, or even faint from fright, she realized that Ian was about to be shocked.

"It's fake, it's all your imagination. Your aunt must have eaten poisonous mushrooms this morning." Ian stuffed the bullet head into his pocket, putting on a show of pretending that what he couldn't see had never happened.

"??????"

Kara crouched down and picked up the bullet that had fallen out of Ian's ripped pocket again.

Ian saw this.

"Okay, you win. You've seen through me and you're a noob." He remembered that when he ran a considerable distance away, he did look back at the security guards who were shooting.

Surprisingly, there are sharpshooters among those earning a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan.

roll!
America's curls are so tight!
"Is this really not a prank?"

Kara maintained an expression that was hard to describe.

She suspected that Ian was carrying a special camera that even her superhuman vision couldn't detect. Well, that explanation was still more plausible than encountering someone who remained calm even after being shot by a large-caliber handgun.

“There’s no prank involved, just biological science. Iron Head Kung Fu definitely has some scientific basis; my forehead is indeed harder than my skull.” Ian stuffed the last piece of fried chicken into his mouth. His absurd focus almost made Kara lose her composure.

No!

Is this a normal person's reaction?
"If you like getting attention, I can actually recommend my therapist to you. Don't get me wrong... I just feel that everyone in society is under a lot of pressure these days."

Kara couldn't hold back any longer, but she still maintained her basic manners. Before she could even finish her question, Ian didn't answer, but quickly handed her the doctor's certificate.

“I’ve actually stopped wearing that fake mask lately, and I’m starting to feel like I’m really getting better,” Ian said earnestly, but he didn’t get a response from Kara.

"..."

"..."

This was a silent exchange of glances.

In the eerie silence, the only sound was Ian constantly eating the food he bought at Karamay—when the fried chicken was gone, there were fries. One bite, two bites, three or four bites, he devoured them.

Ian flaunted the entire luxury fast food meal, which cost over a hundred dollars.

"Ian Kent?"

Staring at the name on Ian's medical record, Kara, who was usually oblivious, suddenly widened her eyes, as if she had finally realized why he called her "aunt".

It seems reasonable that she was still alive and kicking after being hit by a bullet—in fact, when she left Krypton, the escape pod was hit by the Kryptonian explosion and sent to the "Phantom Zone," where time and space were relatively still. Kara was trapped there for twenty-four years. When she came to Earth at the age of 13, her cousin had already become a superhero on Earth.

The kind where they're adults.

So, the older cousin happily became the younger cousin.

Clark, now a grown man, rescued her from the escape pod and entrusted her to the loving Danvers to raise. She has lived in the city called "International City" ever since.

As for Clark's family... well, Kara only remembers attending Clark's wedding and hearing that Clark later had three lively and adorable children.

It's not that she's distant from Clark; in fact, Kara feels she communicates quite frequently with her older cousin, but she doesn't have much contact with his family.

There was a reason for this, and the reason—just then, Kara, who had been expressionless, suddenly covered her head, bent over as if she had a headache, and let out a muffled groan.

"Aunt, what's wrong?"

Ian quickly reached out to support the elder who was slightly taller than him. The elder's arms were very soft, not like they had any muscles. The Kryptonian body structure is definitely a cosmic wonder.

"Don't call me aunt... I'm not that much older than you." Kara suddenly acted as if nothing had happened, straightening up as if she had forgotten what had just occurred.

"Okay, Auntie."

Ian nodded.

His eyes looked somewhat confused.

He sensed something was wrong.

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

"..."

Faced with Ian's repeated failure to learn his lesson, Kara, somewhat frustrated, could only explain Ian's deliberate whining by saying that it was all thanks to Clark's excellent teaching and that Clark paid more attention to understanding.

She was just about to sigh.

Suddenly, her movements froze. Even her golden hair hung suspended in mid-air, no longer fluttering. The surrounding colors began to fade; the off-white walls, the dark gray of the corridor, and the brown of the floor all peeled away like paint diluted with water, layer by layer, until only a pale outline remained.

Ian caught a whiff of a familiar scent.

"Big Sister".

He turned around and saw that familiar figure, so he had no choice but to adopt the fake smile he hated most. The woman, still wearing the skin of Tessa the Grim Reaper, was leaning against the wall in a black dress.

His eyes were like torches.

His expression still held a hint of dissatisfaction.

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

[P.S.: I'm just a nobody, still begging for your daily, crucial reading of the new book. If you're a big shot, I'll do anything you ask during the new book's release period.]

(End of this chapter)