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

Chapter 81 Who exactly is the Dimensional Demon God?
It only slightly activates one's wisdom.

Ian discovered the reason for Homelander's malfunction at the back of his stitched-up neck—it was indeed "out of power." A dimly lit miniature reactor was embedded in the hollowed-out back of Homelander's neck.

It's possible that all the energy was used up.

It could also be that the energy supply was remotely cut off.

"Cutting-edge technology!"

Ian deftly removed the thumb-sized reactor and stuffed it into his pocket. Just by looking at the blurry "Stark Industries" logo still printed on the reactor's surface, he knew it was a good thing.

"What a perfect body! Please! Let me feel this body! I'll do anything you want!" The demon head was still obsessed with the stitched-up Homelander's body.

Its aesthetics are clearly problematic.

It was absolutely hellish.

"You'll do anything I ask? Including betraying the Triple Demon?" Ian sensed the demon head's impatience, so he curiously probed the question.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The demon's head reacted fiercely, "My father is loyal to the Triple Demon, my grandfather is also loyal to the Triple Demon, and my great-grandfather was one of the most powerful demons under the Triple Demon's command!"

"My family is like this! Of course, I will also be forever loyal to the great Sangu Demon, and even death cannot shake my loyalty!" Its will and attitude were very firm.

"You're really awesome!"

Ian curled his lip, offered a flattering compliment devoid of any emotion, then looked at the stitched-up Homelander who stood motionless, before raising his foot and kicking him to the ground.

"In the end, it was the son of Superman who defeated the bootleg Superman and defended the glory of the Father God. It was a truly moving and inspiring story. I think my achievements are enough to warrant me creating a separate account for my ancestor in the future."

Ian's actions might seem like taking advantage of the "strange" situation, but what difference does winning make? He's in America, so winning is all that matters. America's sun shines brighter than MacArthur's, it's the true eternal sun, the supreme tax-paying emperor, who had already taught Ian what the America's life guide was before he even traveled there.

"No! Don't spit on this body!"

The demon's head peered out and saw Ian's mouth moving as he muttered something. Thinking Ian was "brewing" an attack, the demon, traumatized by the experience, quickly called out to stop him.

“Although I will not betray the Three Palaces Demon, I can betray other demons in hell. I can help you summon your own kind or even demon gods. This body can support me in casting such magic.”

The demon revealed its bottom line, groveling and begging.

have to say.

Ian was slightly tempted.

"As expected of a demon who excels at growth, you actually hit the nail on the head. You've got some skill this time." Ian weighed his options for a moment, and finally walked towards the stitched-up Homelander lying on the ground.

"Sigh~"

He tried desperately to tear at Homelander's head, but heaven knows what kind of stitching material those Marvel fakes used; even with strength about twenty times greater than that of an ordinary person, they couldn't destroy the pieced-together structure.

The boy was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, he had a trump card.

"Close your eyes first, I'm going to spit. Put it down, I'll just spit a little bit, and I'll just cover it up in one spot." Ian directly covered the demon's eyes with two lumps of dirt.

He tried other methods first.

As it turns out, even the most powerful built-in human weapon on him was of little use.

……

the other side.

After completing the rebirth.

Gwen led her team again and arrived at the fountain square.

Looking at the scene in the square.

Gwen, who had considered at least twenty possibilities, was still stunned. The soldiers were somewhat agitated, but their good discipline prevented them from making a ruckus like Gwen.

What are you doing now!?

Gwen's voice has risen to at least the F3 level.

Her hands were shaking.

"what?"

Ian, who was searching in the square, didn't turn around. He just replied while carefully selecting materials, "I'm assembling a Gundam, no, I'm assembling an Evangelion."

He grabbed a strong arm from the ground.

"Yes! That's right! I am Evangelion! This is perfect art!" The demon's voice was filled with excitement, and his head was finally able to turn 360 degrees like a normal demon.

"I feel great."

It moved its three heads, six arms, and eight legs, and gave Ian a heartfelt and loud praise, which made Consumable Gwen and a group of Consumable Soldiers' eyelids twitch wildly.

"How could you possibly destroy the steel body of a Homelander?" Gwen snapped out of her daze, quickly stepped forward, and ripped the demonic minotaur off before it could react. (Forgive Ian's saliva; it only had the corrosive effect of fel energy.)

No super glue was added.

"No!"

The demon's head let out a miserable scream and was thrown back to Ian by Gwen with utter disgust—Ian wanted to kick it away too, but unfortunately he had football skills inherited from his previous life's national football team.

It went astray.

However, this did not stop him from taking the opportunity to stomp the demon's head under his feet.

“We still have a use for this body, and we can’t let you waste it or even take it away.” Gwen said with utmost seriousness, directing the soldiers to begin retrieving the remains and limbs of their Homelander and the Hulk.

"Are you going to make this body snap its fingers?" Ian guessed that Gwen had been testing the strength of this assembled corpse before, and he remembered the information he had learned when he last came to this world.

AI Tony wants to use the Infinity Stones to bring the world back to normal.

"Do not."

Gwen hesitated for a moment before giving Ian an answer, after all, he had SHIELD clearance: "Do you see that really big guy in the sky?"

“If he were to crash down, it would be no less than another meteorite hitting the Earth.” The girl’s tone was tinged with worry, but Ian’s focus was on something else entirely.

"Him? Not Him? Has the invincible Galactus become so powerless?" Ian was extremely astonished. In his view, no matter what, Galactus was one of the five cosmic entities in the Marvel Universe.

Little Gwen.

How dare you defy the gods?

"It does not matter!"

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Anyway, we need the remaining power of the superheroes to keep him going. He can't fall down until the last Infinity Stone is transported back to Earth."

“Due to the nature of Galactus, even if only a remnant remains, our time-slowing device won’t last long,” Gwen sighed worriedly.

I listened to what she said.

Ian immediately realized what was going on.

"So it was you guys... I was wondering why he hadn't fallen down yet after lying down for so long so I could touch him..." He sighed with emotion, realizing that it really wasn't the Planet Eater who was unwilling to share his power even in death.

"..."

Gwen looked completely bewildered after hearing Ian's words.

After a long time.

“Tony wants to see you, please, be a little normal.” Gwen saw the soldiers loading experimental parts onto the tricycles, and she gestured for Ian to climb into one of them.

“I’m perfectly normal. It’s you guys who aren’t smart enough and lack comprehension.” Ian picked up the demon’s head from the ground, hung it on his waist, and then climbed into the car.

"So, did your parents understand you? In those days when everything was still so wonderful." Gwen was pedaling hard ahead when she suddenly asked this question, for reasons unknown.

“You mean my alcoholic mother and my father who wears his underwear on the outside? Of course, they think I’m perfectly normal.” Ian answered while glancing around at the soldiers who were also using rickshaws.

"..."

Gwen fell silent.

She seemed to feel that everything made sense.

soon.

The group returned to the sewer entrance, passed through the underground passage, and arrived at the base gate. This time, Gwen used her own identity information to open the base gate.

She acted quickly.

This deprived Ian of the opportunity to say, "Let me handle this."

Entering that familiar hall again, Ian was still awestruck by the massive mainframe of AI Tony. He couldn't even calculate how much money those components could fetch as scrap metal back in the DC Universe.

"Want something to drink?"

Digital Tony's face appeared.

And just then.

The demon head, which was secretly sensing everything around it, let out a silent scream.

"Here!! Here!! Where exactly is this place?!" The bull-headed creature sensed an aura it shouldn't have been able to perceive from Digital Tony's mainframe.

"There shouldn't be so many souls in a single universe!"

Its tone was filled with fear and disbelief at the unknown, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether Tony or Ian was the dimensional demon who ruled this place.

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