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

Chapter 58 [Please continue reading!]

on the computer screen.

The face of Iron Man, Tony Stark, pieced together from countless characters, was incredibly lifelike. Ian's eyes widened, and he rushed to the enormous computer.

"hiss!"

He reached out and touched the cold metal casing of the massive mainframe.

"This is the real Iron Man! It couldn't be more real!" Ian exclaimed. He was naturally very surprised, but in such a dilapidated world, nothing seemed particularly unusual.

"Did you just touch my butt?" Digital Tony raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing, seemingly unconcerned about Ian's statement—he had probably already adapted to his current identity.

"Do you want to touch it back?"

Ian asked a question in return.

This successfully silenced Tony, who was trying to show off his humor.

And at this time.

“Tony, can you look into this boy’s information?” Betty frowned and stepped forward, pointing to Ian beside her. “He can unlock Gwen’s armory and open the base’s doors.”

She probably knew she wouldn't get any useful information from Ian, and didn't want to hear his unverifiable claims, so she chose to ask the person she trusted most directly.

Hear the words.

Digital Tony seemed to have retrieved all the data and memories in the blink of an eye before humans could even react.

“There is no record.”

"He is not an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D., nor a member of the Avengers, nor anyone I knew from when I was alive." Digital Tony shook his head firmly.

"No record!?"

"There's not a single record!?"

Betty and Gwen were both so shocked they could hardly describe it.

In this regard.

Digital Tony simply nodded.

"Yes, he has the highest authority, and I don't know why." The image on the screen flickered slightly, as if representing the emotional fluctuations of the digital human Tony.

"How could such a thing happen?"

Betty gasped.

"Of course it's possible, dear Miss Betty Ross. Tony Stark was indeed my past, but I am just Tony Stark's incomplete future."

"I didn't upload many things that weren't related to the plan."

Digital Tony shrugged.

"Perhaps you can go to my grave and look for my lost brain—if you can still find it." His words carried the nonchalant attitude of someone who's just coasting along.

"what's the plan?"

Ian's questions went unanswered.

Gwen looked at him with an unusually strange expression.

"You're so weird!"

She became increasingly suspicious of Ian's innocence.

"A superhuman with no recorded data..."

Betty looked at the boy beside her with a surprised and uncertain expression.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't even handle the hundreds of viruses on my computer." Ian raised his hands, sincerely indicating that his knowledge of computers was limited to its daily use.

"..."

Betty and Gwen were speechless upon hearing this.

"Fortunately, they coexist harmoniously on my computer and don't affect my usual gaming or video watching. It's just that occasionally, comments pop up criticizing me for playing badly."

Ian's voice sounded somewhat wistful.

The atmosphere in the base's main hall was exceptionally quiet.

No one answered.

Ian was embarrassed to ask himself which antivirus software he needed to buy. He had tried most of the antivirus software on the market, but his computer ended up with more than a dozen more viruses.

Free things are just not good.

Ian really missed the days when only 360 could corrupt his computer. Just then...

"Dr. Ross, there's a problem with the experiment!" A staff member in a white coat rushed over, looking tense. His words immediately changed Betty's expression.

She didn't even acknowledge Ian, turning and quickly leaving with the staff. Gwen hesitated for a moment, then followed. The two of them, along with the staff, disappeared behind a door.

The hall fell silent.

There was only a group of researchers typing code that Ian couldn't understand.

"So, what are you all busy with here?" Ian looked around at the busy staff, who even had snacks, which didn't seem like they were struggling to survive in the apocalypse.

Digital Tony's gaze followed Ian's every move.

"This is the 'Survivors Alliance,' and our sole purpose is to get the world back on track, correct our civilization, and rectify the flawed course of this entire universe."

He answered directly, without hiding anything.

"not bad."

Ian nodded.

According to Miss Death.

If this is the interior of a broken universe, then these "remnants" of the past universe would indeed have such obsessions. He is already thinking about how to invite Tony to play Gwent with him.

what?
The human brain can't outmaneuver a computer? That's a gross underestimation of Ian's superhuman intelligence. He's circling Digital Tony right now, clearly trying to find where to unplug it.

"Forehead."

Digital Tony waited a few seconds, and seeing that Ian didn't seem inclined to ask further, he finally couldn't help but speak up: "Aren't you going to ask how we plan to do this?"

What an excellent desire to share!

"Does your plan to continue civilization include a component that assigns you a good-looking partner?" Ian's sudden question left Digital Tony somewhat bewildered, causing him to shake his head.

"Then I don't really want to know your plans."

Ian shook his head.

Reject decisively.

He felt that this part of the "afterimage" was slightly lacking in sophistication. If he were to bewitch someone, he would definitely promise to assign eighty-eight of the most beautiful wives.

"..."

Digital Tony didn't smoke.

However, he was indeed silenced by Ian.

A full five seconds later.

"My database records every life in this world, including the most beautiful and sexy psychologist in the universe. Perhaps I can wake her up and let her talk to you."

Don't know why.

Even a computer thought Ian had a mental illness.

"Can she prescribe some medicine for me?"

Ian asked curiously.

He wasn't actually tempted, because he knew that taking drugs here wouldn't give him the results he wanted.

“No, but I swear, she really is…” Digital Tony didn’t understand Ian’s inner thoughts; he thought he was very good at understanding men’s psychology.

however.

“Sorry, no need, thank you. I have two of my own.” Ian’s decisive interruption and direct refusal caught the computer that housed Iron Man’s memories and thoughts completely off guard.

"..."

Digital Tony wanted to slap his forehead.

pity.

He no longer has a forehead.

"Roar!"

Just at this time.

A deafening roar came from the depths of the base, causing the entire underground space to tremble. The alarm sounded instantly, and the red emergency lights flashed wildly.

(End of this chapter)