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

Chapter 55 Superman's Illegitimate Son! Marvel's Nightmare!

how to say.

After all, time is limited.

Ian only drafted the beginning of his book last night. He originally planned to submit it to the publishing company owned by billionaire Oliver Quinn, who is also the publisher of Green Arrow.

Eggs cannot be put in the same basket.

The same applies to excellent works.

Ian had always been very planned in his work releases; however, no one could have imagined that the superhero father would betray his underage son in the most extreme way.

"I hope the big boss can appreciate my talent." Ian certainly hoped that the Batman in human form in front of him had a keen eye and could glimpse an extraordinary future from an ordinary storyline.

Bruce had no idea what Ian was thinking. In fact, he was no longer in the mood to observe his surroundings. The manuscript in his hand seemed to him like a Cthulhu-level contamination.

"Well? Mr. Wayne, with your discerning eye, are you still going to insist on publishing my child's book?" Clark secretly rejoiced when he saw Bruce's stiff expression.

He hadn't made this man lose face in a long time. Bruce slowly raised his head, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He took a deep breath and suddenly revealed a gritted-teeth smile.

"Of course!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Bruce, unwilling to fight for a mere pittance, was determined to prove himself, even if it meant suffering heavy losses himself. He resolutely chose to grit his teeth and engage in a mutually destructive struggle with Clark.

Neither side will be a winner.

but.

Isn't this also equivalent to a win-win situation for Ian?

Ian felt like he had won too much.

“Mr. Wayne, the second book isn’t finished yet. I’ll send you the rest once it’s done.” He quickly tried to make amends for the blandness of his plot.

Who wouldn't love double the royalties?

"That's enough, that's enough! There are already enough drafts!" Bruce's temples throbbed; he was genuinely afraid of seeing any more plot developments that would upset his heart.

“Not enough, Ian. Once you’re done writing, send it to him—no, just give it to me directly. I’ll personally escort your manuscript to him.” Superman crossed his arms and a victorious smile played on his lips.

"Now, see the guests out."

He watched as Bruce gritted his teeth and stood up. As the big boss walked towards the door, he kept turning back every three steps, clutching the manuscript. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Take care, Mr. Wayne!"

Ian politely escorted the guest to the front door.

Bruce's response with a stiff smile.

He maintained basic politeness as he bid farewell to Ian and the grinning Superman, then walked to a luxury car parked on the street not far away. Once inside, the knuckles of his fingers, gripping the manuscript, were clearly visible.

"Young Master, you don't look too well. Did you have another argument with your old friend?" The elegant old man in the driver's seat asked with a hint of teasing.

Bruce looked at the manuscript in his hand and remained silent.

"I do not have friends."

He answered in a low voice.

The elderly driver simply smiled and shook his head upon hearing this.

"So, has your guess been confirmed? About the possibility that the boy was also a Kryptonian remnant?" The old man started the car and casually expressed his curiosity.

“Based on Clark’s past records, he was also around this age when he began to awaken his abilities… I have to consider that the boy whose birth certificate I helped obtain back then was also a Kryptonian descendant.”

“Of course, this boy could also be further evidence that Superman isn’t perfect, and I think that would be really interesting.” Bruce’s face showed a thoughtful expression.

"In any case, I need to get to know Ian Kent better. So, the first step is for me to have a good talk with his therapist."

Bruce always had a familiar unease lingering in his heart.

His brows furrowed.

Alfred raised an eyebrow at this, and the car silently glided into the metropolis's night. Compared to Gotham, the chances of encountering someone here at night were far too few.

Even the butlers driving the car seemed a little unaccustomed to it.

……

Inside the Kent family house.

Clark was in a good mood to see Batman get his comeuppance, and Ian was also in a good mood knowing he was about to become rich. Only Louise, who was drunk, was asleep in the kitchen.

Clark gently carried Louise to the sofa.

This also startled Louise.

"kiss Me!"

She was really drunk.

I got interested.

"Forehead."

Clark was finding it difficult to cope.

Ian hurriedly prepared to go upstairs to his room to leave his parents alone. Just then, the sound of the door unlocking came from the front door; Jordan, who often pretended to be dating someone else, had returned.

"I am back!"

Jordan's voice is very loud.

He seemed somewhat melancholy.

And his return.

This also dampened Louise's spirits.

My mother, who was drunk, was a little unhappy.

Women can be terrifying when they're unhappy.

“Jordan, we need to talk—about you, me, and your father.” Louise straightened her disheveled hair, her drunken state unable to conceal the seriousness on her face.

"What to talk about?"

Jordan looked somewhat bewildered.

"It's about your family education issues, of course, using my bank account to subscribe to some inappropriate videos." Louise crossed her arms, her voice full of interrogation.

"???" Jordan was truly dumbfounded.

He always buys DVDs.

What subscription?
Just as the somewhat innocent second brother was feeling quite frustrated, Ian had already quietly slipped upstairs to the second floor. The boy, who had quickly returned to his room, was still listening intently to the sounds coming from downstairs.

His physical attributes mean he has a low-end version of super hearing.

There was a heated argument.

There is also mixed-gender conversational education.

Ian was incredibly envious of his parents' harmonious and loving relationship. Just as the sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs, Ian decided to immediately go out and apologize to his second brother, who had taken the blame.

Rather than being discovered later, it's better to confess now. The main point is that admitting your mistake quickly will prevent any rift between brothers. Ian knows how to live reasonably in the world of American TV shows. Of course, to prevent Jordan from using the classic brotherly betrayal tactic of turning around and going downstairs to report him, he is also prepared to say that it was all a prank by his friend.

Creating friends out of thin air works well anywhere.

"that……"

Ian was about to speak.

"Damn it!" Jordan gritted his teeth, clearly furious. Ian had initially thought his older brother might have discovered the truth, but he hadn't expected this Kryptonian descendant's super brain to be so outrageous. "It's definitely Dad! He must have secretly subscribed to those inappropriate videos behind Mom's back, and then, when he found out, he pinned the blame on me!"

He complained bitterly.

Ian was completely stunned.

"Oh my god! So that's how it is! Maybe you're right, Jordan, after all, your intuition is always very accurate!" Ian really admired the "truth" that Jordan had come up with.

really!

The second brother is the real superhero of the Kent family!

"That's right, my intuition is rarely wrong, and the situation is definitely as I guessed. He's an irresponsible man who doesn't even dare to admit what he did!"

Jordan, who had gained support, became even more indignant.

Ian continued nodding vigorously, like a human nodding machine.

As the saying goes, "One must endure hardship to become a superhuman."

The sons will all be happy.

I believe my great father won't mind.

"Damn frame-up!" Jordan was getting angrier and angrier, his face flushed red. He already had emotional issues, and Ian was slightly worried when he saw Jordan angrily rushing towards the bedroom.

"You're not going to go and fight Dad, are you?"

Ian felt that his second brother might not have much of a chance of winning.

"of course not."

Jordan looked back at Ian with some confusion. "Since I've already taken the blame, I can't just sit here doing nothing. I'm going to go and critique just how hateful the video Dad spent so much money on really is."

What a righteous and eloquent statement!

"..."

Ian stared in disbelief as his second brother closed the door.

"Is this the progression of puberty, the heat cycle?" he couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to turn around and go back to his room to quickly wash up and prepare to enter his dream world...

"Click~"

The door opened again.

"what?"

Ian looked at Jordan, who had come out again, with some surprise.

"Um... I'll wash some things I forgot to clean after using them last night... I mean, my underwear." Jordan chuckled, indeed holding a pile of underwear in his hand.

but.

The sharp-eyed Ian knew perfectly well that something else was hidden inside. Jordan's attempt to cover it up was rather clumsy, but Ian was an extremely intelligent and considerate younger brother.

"Jordan, do you remember what you advised me that day? Never be a doctor who can't heal himself!" Ian showed his tact, watching his second brother, who had stiffened for a moment, enter the bathroom.

The toilet door is closed.

The familiar sound of cleaning came from inside.

"Dad must see this behavior every day with his super vision..."

Ian really wanted to know.

When the second brother finds out that his father is actually an invincible superman, will he still be able to continue his blatant and persistent training in certain areas at night?

Curious, Ian returned to his bedroom.

"The Black Robe Police! Activate!"

There is still some time left.

Ian chose to start drawing comics.

He wrote with a flourish.

A new round of passionate creation began. But as they say, good times fly by, and as the clock struck that dividing point, Ian's mind wandered off the moment his head tilted to the side.

Dream world.

Marvel Universe.

The heavy snow continued to fall endlessly.

Ian was "refreshed" to a random location again. This time, he didn't immediately look for landmarks to determine his direction, because he was already attracted by the enormous object in the sky as soon as he entered this world. In the gray sky, dark clouds churned like boiling ink, and a blurry outline was moving deep within the clouds.

This time.

The outline had broken through the clouds and was slowly approaching the earth.

"My father is above..."

Ian finally saw clearly what was falling to Earth—a head so huge it resembled a small planet emerging from the clouds, its metallic skin seemingly etched with mysterious patterns.

This is a planet devourer!
The supreme deity of the Marvel Universe!
He was lifeless!
The wrecked body is collapsing towards the Earth!
"Hiss! The invincible Galactus is going to crush my hair!" In this world, Ian doesn't need to worry about being crushed to death; he's only curious about whether he'll have the chance to touch the corpse of a cosmic god.

Divine Blood.

What kind of professions will be unlocked?
(End of this chapter)