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

Chapter 6: Job Change! Skill Acquisition!
The night breeze blew across the windowsill.

It carried a refreshing coolness.

From next door, I could hear my older brother Jonathan joking around on the phone with his girlfriend, and from the toilet in the hallway, I could hear my second brother flushing the toilet as he frequently went in and out at night.

"These noises are still reassuring." Ian shook his aching head. He didn't scream much when he woke up from the nightmare this time.

"Homelander, Homelander, red-eye, red-eye!" Even though Ian had returned to the real world, he still couldn't stop thinking about the mangled body of the "bootleg Superman."

Young people don't care about piracy. As long as they can fly in the sky with glowing red eyes and invulnerability, they'd be willing to live in a big villa, marry a beautiful woman, and be a kept man even if it meant Ian had to become an adult and live off her.

"Next time, I'll be better prepared and shout 'Family' even louder," Ian secretly resolved to practice climbing trees properly.

Say something.

Even now, he still can't quite understand why Homelander would go into the Marvel Universe. The scene is like a misplaced puzzle piece, full of incongruity, like an absurd farce.

However, it was precisely because Ian witnessed such an absurd fact that he couldn't help but ponder a question.

"If Homelander can appear in the Marvel Universe, does that mean my psychiatrist is really Hannibal Lecter...?" Ian felt that this question might be terrifying to think about.

He couldn't think about it too much; the more he thought about it, the worse his anxiety might become. Ian rubbed his temples, trying to erase his slightly creepy speculation from his mind.

"system."

He began to shift his attention, opening his personal panel interface, which still had that simple style, but now featured a brand new optional interface.

"Finally! I'm going to stop being human too!"

A surge of inexplicable excitement welled up in Ian's heart. He couldn't wait to open the job selection function, which currently only had one lonely option—Berserker.

The career system is now unlocked.

Currently available professions: 1

[Berserker Description: Fueled by rage and wielding fury as a blade, tear through all obstacles!]

The impressive introduction stirred Ian's emotions. After a slight hesitation, he decided to select the "Berserker" option to bind his class.

Well, while Homelander could certainly unlock another career option, who could resist becoming a superhuman immediately? He knew very well that his system could grant him more than just one career.

This had already been verified when he tested the system in the past. Obtaining a second profession simply requires meeting some prerequisites, which Ian didn't think would be too much of a problem.

"Berserker Ian is ready!"

With Ian's confirmation, lines of text appeared instantly.

[Job Change Requirements: Reach the critical Rage value (Current Rage Value: 5/100)]

At the same time, a semi-transparent bar appeared in the lower right corner of Ian's vision, like a status bar in a game, with a prompt indicating the [Rage Value]. Slightly below the top of the bar, there was a striking red scale line—clearly, that was the "critical point" he needed to break through.

He needs to reach at least 60 points of rage.

"As expected, I was just playing an online game called Earth Online." Ian couldn't help but sigh. With a thought, he could hide the rage value displayed in the lower right corner.

It's not actually that difficult to increase anger.

Ian closed his eyes and tried to recall the car accident that took his life in his past life.

The approaching Apocalypse Red Knight, the driver's drowsy face, and the never-sounding brakes... all appeared vividly in his mind.

Anger began to rise in my heart.

In anger.

Ian got angry.

Current Rage Level: 13/100

This was already Ian's best effort to control his emotions. There was nothing he could do; time had diluted too much of it, and the anger he felt had long since faded away with the passage of time.

"Tsk, it's been too long, I can't get angry anymore." Ian touched his ears, which hadn't even turned red, and said helplessly. Then, he decided to try a different approach—physical stimulation.

"Snapped!"

Ian raised his hand and slapped himself.

Are you angry?

Current Rage Level: 11/100

It seems he wasn't just not angry.

There was even a faint sense of comfort in it.

"Depend on!"

Ian dared not continue, fearing he might awaken some strange attribute. After thinking for a moment, he left his room and went into the kitchen to rummage through drawers and cupboards.

Chili pepper? I'll take a bite.

mustard?

Two doses of azole.

Ian felt the spiciness shoot straight to the top of his head, and tears and snot were coming into direct contact with him.

Current Rage Level: 21/100

"Not enough, far from enough..."

Ian, panting, glanced at the refrigerator and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. His astonishing intelligence of 2.3 came into play. Well, actually, the intelligence attribute doesn't represent true wisdom; it only represents mental agility, learning ability, and the strength of logical thinking. But that didn't stop Ian from feeling that he had astonishing wisdom.

Ten minutes later...

Inside Ian's blender tumbled a clump of indescribable viscous substance—chicken breast, chili peppers, mustard, bitter melon, and a handful of rotten vegetable leaves that had been sitting for who knows how many days.

The drink, which could only be described as "the worst of the worst," was ready, but Ian didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he returned to his room, turned on his computer, and opened a game called [Dota League]. Ian knew his second brother Jordan's account and password by heart, and quickly logged in and started playing.

Unsurprisingly.

In the first game, my teammate went AFK.

In the second game, the ADC flashed and gave away a kill.

In the third game, the jungler was completely out of it.

In the fourth game, the mid laner started trolling.

In the fifth round... the entire team collapsed. Ian's score was 0/31, perfectly integrated into his teammates, and he was completely red-hot. He chugdled his concoction while looking at his [rage level].

Current Rage Level: 56/100

good good!
They're definitely at a level where they're about to lose their minds!

But this is not enough!
To prevent his anger from subsiding and then dropping, Ian quickly opened his browser and searched for videos about how vegetarians force others to follow their lead and become vegetarians.

Current Rage Level: 57/100

Anger rose again.

But that's still not enough!

Keep watching the videos—promotional videos from animal protection associations, and videos of people vandalizing, looting, burning, and forcing others to donate money or even move in the name of protecting animals.

"hiss!"

This is truly addictive to watch.

Current Rage Level: 59/100

Ian's face was already red with anger, but unfortunately, he was just a little bit short of it.

And at this time.

【What useless things are you looking at every day? Young people should be looking at erotic pictures and boobs!】 A comment flashed across the screen, and then an extra folder appeared on Ian's computer out of control.

This is the work of a hacker who has been on his computer for years.

Open the folder.

as predicted.

[You little pervert, you still want to see lewd pictures? Dream on!]

There is only one sentence inside.

Current Rage Level: 64/100

Ian was furious, and it was this emotion that triggered a new system notification in his ears. At the same time, his body was undergoing enhancements.

【Ding! 】

[Job transfer successful! 】

[Class: Berserker acquired!]

[Basic template has been loaded!]

[Gained the talent skill - Reverse Blood Furnace]

The Berserker class skill tree is now available!

(End of this chapter)