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

Chapter 41 Makes perfect sense! This makes absolutely perfect sense!

It was unclear whether this was the first time she'd widened her eyes that day, but Supergirl's expression was quite something. She opened her mouth, but ultimately couldn't muster the courage to ask a question.

"The next book, the next one will definitely include you, my cousin. It'll be the untold story of Wonder Woman and Superwoman. I think it will definitely get the best market response in America." Ian didn't want to disappoint his relatives, so he gave Kara what he considered a very meaningful promise.

however.

The Kryptonian girl's face immediately turned deathly pale.

“I think I’m still too unknown, not suitable, not suitable…” Kara frantically waved her hands, her eyes even showing a hint of fear.

"Let's talk! What do you want from me? Did you cause some big trouble at home, so you had to run here to avoid being punished by your parents?"

Kara frantically started changing the subject.

She genuinely felt that, given Ian's personality and the illness listed on the diagnosis, she wouldn't be too shocked even if Ian caused a huge mess.

“The truth is actually quite the opposite. It was my dad who got into big trouble, forcing me, who is usually very cautious, to step in and help him.” Ian walked toward the open kitchen.

All he could see was Kara's large refrigerator. The chicken nuggets and fries he had eaten earlier, though high in calories, still hadn't filled the hunger and energy depletion Ian had experienced from using [Healing Frenzy].

"Speak normally!"

Kara sighed wearily.

“Be serious, tell me the truth… if you still want my help.” She watched as Ian opened his refrigerator and took out a box of food.

“That’s the truth, Aunt. Your brother, whom you love like a sibling, is dying, and we are the only ones who can save him.” Ian spoke in a rare serious tone.

of course.

His serious demeanor didn't last three seconds. He quickly lowered his head, opened the lunchbox, sniffed it, frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then stuffed two mouthfuls of chicken breast into his mouth.

"Bah bah bah!"

Ian chewed the chicken breast twice and then quickly spat it out.

"It's gone bad!"

He ran to the pool and rinsed his mouth vigorously, regretting that he hadn't just taken a small bite when he smelled the sourness; hunger was really affecting his intelligence.

"Is this what you meant by 'there's food upstairs' that you mentioned, Aunt?"

The boy wiped his mouth and uttered a profound question.

"..."

Kara felt extremely embarrassed.

“It might have been left out for a few extra days…” She quickly went to the refrigerator and stopped Ian from taking anything out. “Actually, some of the things inside might have been there for several dozen days?”

"Anyway, it definitely won't be more than sixty days. I only moved here sixty days ago." Kara regretted not having good living habits, but for most people, this should be an intermittent regret.

Once the awkwardness is over.

Whatever the habit is, it will remain the same.

Are you sure you're a girl?

Ian felt that his idealized view of women had been shattered.

"Well... this is fermented food, you wouldn't understand... Since you don't like this slightly fermented food, I'll take you out to eat fried chicken later."

Kara's excuse for herself was utterly lame.

"..."

This time it was Ian's turn to be speechless.

You call these things gourmet food?

He grabbed a few more pieces of chicken breast from the box he had taken out earlier. Apart from a few pieces on the surface that seemed intact, the chicken breast at the bottom had even started to ooze green liquid.

"This is no longer attacking people's sense of taste; it's attacking the health insurance card of every person who consumes it!" Ian was someone who dared to take a few bites of even evil spirits without batting an eye to taste their flavor.

He was truly unable to accept this.

Chicken breast already tastes like poop. Before it spoiled, it was passable, but now, when you swallow it, it has a very strong smell of human sweat glands mixed with urine from telephone poles.

"Stop talking about these trivial things, let's talk about your father... You don't seem worried at all!" Kara had already changed the subject 100 times today.

However, this was indeed the important matter. Kara remained highly skeptical of Ian's explanation, after all, there were very few things on Earth that could threaten Superman's life. Every time something endangered Superman occurred, it was a planetary-level catastrophe, and she shouldn't have been unaware of such a disaster.

“Of course I’m in a hurry, but not that much. It’s only the second day, and I’m already close to the truth. I don’t know what to do after seven whole days… Okay, let’s talk about my father.” Ian noticed that Kara’s expression was off, so he didn’t go on to say anything else.

Organized the language.

Ian began to recount his experiences in detail.

About ten minutes later.

Kara had roughly grasped the whole picture from his account. However, after hearing Ian's "experience," she became even more suspicious that he was "sick."

“So…” Kara even needed to take a deep breath before speaking, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, “You mean you met a cosmic-level deity who is 100% in love with you, and that’s why she risked breaking the rules to secretly tell you how to save your father?”

It's no wonder Kara didn't trust Ian.

The plot is truly magical.

“Yes, there’s been some artistic embellishment, but not much. That’s roughly how it is.” Ian sat on the sofa opposite her, his expression serious and resolute.

Upon hearing this, Kara fell into a long silence.

Her gaze swept back and forth across Ian's face, trying to find a flaw in his innocent expression—she couldn't tell, she really couldn't tell!

Is this cheap nephew in front of her having a mental breakdown, or is there really such an absurd, outrageous, and heaven-defying thing happening? Just as Kara's head was buzzing and she was about to fall into a state of [strange and bizarre] confusion.

Ian suddenly pulled a military dagger from his pocket.

Kara's eyes widened instantly.

"wait--"

She hadn't finished her warning.

Ian had already plunged the needle into his own heart without hesitation.

"Uh-huh!"

Kara moved like a blur, her Kryptonian speed tearing through the air with a brief sonic boom. Her hand gripped the blade tightly, the metal groaning under the weight of her palm.

"What are you doing!?"

Kara was still shaken.

Her voice was almost a shout, and she looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Of course, I'm here to prove to you that my father is truly on the verge of death, and that there's a powerful figure who wants to save him... Of course, I'm also here to take advantage of the powerful figure's bug while I'm full."

Ian tried to forcefully press the dagger into his chest, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the dagger wouldn't budge; the difference in strength between him and Supergirl Kara was simply too great.

“Aunt, you’re blocking my way to take off.” Ian could only try to persuade Kara to turn back, but Kara’s expression changed and she crushed the military dagger in his hand.

The blade shattered into several pieces in the seemingly frail girl's palm.

“I’ll go with you to investigate right now! Okay?” Kara took a deep breath, her chest heaving. She suspected Ian was having an episode, but regardless, she had no choice but to send him back to the metropolis first.

"okay!"

Ian jumped up from the sofa.

"What are you doing?"

Watching Ian walk towards her and then suddenly jump, Kara was completely stunned. However, thinking that he was a poor child, Kara could only swallow her speechless frustration.

He suddenly rushed out the window.

The Super Girls have taken flight.

And Ian... he was sitting on the Supergirl's back and he flew up too.

"Is this what flying feels like?!" Ian grabbed Kara's hair with both hands, feeling the breeze brush against his face. His desire to unlock Homelander grew stronger.

"No way! Can't you show some respect to your cousin? I know which way to fly! I don't need you to pull my hair to give me directions!" Kara had never been so exhausted in her life.

But she is an elder.

What could she do?

All I could do was give him a few angry scoldings.

Unfortunately, Ian's way of thinking was truly difficult for her to fathom.

"Giddy up!! Giddy up!!!"

Ian no longer needed to control Kara's direction with his hair. However, hearing the sound behind her and feeling a kick in her waist, Kara thought it would be better if Ian pulled her hair!
"Can't you just shut up...?"

Kara's extremely helpless complaint was only halfway through.

next moment.

Her exceptional hearing detected something unusual in the distance.

"A plane is about to crash!" Kara suddenly turned around and changed direction. Ian looked up and saw a commercial airliner plummeting at an extremely dangerous angle, billowing black smoke.

"Another plane crash! It's happening too often! It happened just yesterday!" Ian couldn't help but frown, beginning to suspect that there might be some unknown conspiracy involved.

Could this be the beginning of a major event?

The more Ian thought about it, the more he felt he might be going through a very difficult time.

however.

"Where is it frequent? It's normal!"

Kara, however, remained calm about it.

It's clear that he has a lot of experience in rescuing airplanes.

“Boeing, it’s always been like this.” The nonchalance in her voice, along with her bewilderment at Ian’s overreaction, was a real blow to Ian’s mind.

"..."

This time it was finally Ian's turn to be silenced.

There was no one to object.

(End of this chapter)