What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

She felt that she was actually quite good at learning.

I just didn't learn the right knowledge in school.

And look at Madison's attitude.

Ian also highly values ​​those who are humble and willing to learn.

"Don't worry, little punk. Even though your strength level isn't high, as long as you're happy to be my accessory, I'll leave this car to you when I die."

"By the way, the position of Sorcerer Supreme that my mentor Tony Stark passed down to me will also be yours. That sounds much better than being called the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Just shave your head, and you'll become stronger."

Ian felt that his PUA skills were becoming more and more proficient.

Madison can't play.

But she looks like a supermom.

Scarce resources.

Even if you don't need it yourself, you still have to bring it into the team.

"Um... forget about the bald guy... Judging from your tone, I get the feeling you're very confident you'll die after me?" Madison knew quite a bit about Ian.

"Nonsense!"

Lies don't hurt.

But the truth will surely reveal that some people make a lot of noise when they close the passenger door.

"No way! How is it running by itself! Holy crap!!" Even though Madison tried her best to hide her big chest and no brains, she was still startled by the Hellcat that suddenly started running.

“This is a new energy vehicle, of course it can run by itself.” Ian didn’t turn around. His answer made Madison learn something new. He swallowed hard and carefully wrote down the key points.

Perhaps they were too drunk.

Hellcats is playing really upbeat music.

"Don't play music, I'm thinking." Ian manually turned off Hellcat's radio, looking at the compass in his hand—Miss Death's compass was still pointing in an unknown direction.

It doesn't refer to the heavy magic book in Ian's hand.

"Isn't this it?"

Ian stroked his chin, unable to understand what Miss Death wanted him to find. Meanwhile, Madison, who had just noticed the Hellcat running faster and faster before suddenly taking off, was extremely nervous.

She hugged the cat tightly in her arms, and in an attempt to change the subject, she started talking to Ian, "I think your previous ancestor wasn't arrogant enough."

“We need to add a touch of rudeness.” Madison said confidently. The thing that could make this green tea girl relax the most was, of course, something related to her beloved career.

Ian, who had been pondering, immediately became interested. "Hmm? That demon is dead, but I haven't even asked his name yet. Wasn't I rude enough?"

He felt he had been very rude.

"That's not enough. The characters in your comics are the same; they all lack real recklessness." Madison's voice was firm and decisive; that's how classmates really influence each other.

"Perhaps you're right. Even though he mocked me so much, I didn't feel like my moral standards had dropped at all—it seems my personal character is just too high."

Ian is reflecting on his actions.

He looked thoughtfully at his negative buff, "Perfect Divinity".

The toad is moving.

He punched the toad.

The car gradually flew away.

About ten minutes later.

The unconscious people on the street began to wake up one by one.

People looked around blankly, some trying to call the police but finding their phones missing. In the chaos, a woman wearing a black veil silently appeared at the entrance of the fast food restaurant.

"It seems something happened on that street over there." A waiter approached, rubbing his temples. "Excuse me, sir, we may have to close for the day."

"Everyone is unconscious. It's possible that the military is using civilians to experiment with poison gas. This behavior is absolutely insane..." The waiter seemed to be a conspiracy theorist.

In this regard.

The veiled woman was not interested.

She simply raised her pale fingers and pressed them against the waiter's temples. The next moment, the waiter's eyes immediately became vacant, as if his memories were being read.

"Ok?"

After a while.

The woman withdrew her finger.

She quickly closed her eyes and used some kind of ability—everyone in the restaurant showed a blank expression, and during the memory reading, the woman's expression under her veil became unusually solemn.

"That can't be!"

A cry of surprise.

By the time the waiter came to his senses, the woman had vanished. Five minutes later, in a dark alley, the veiled woman who had mysteriously disappeared pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Mother, I..."

She spoke into the phone, recounting the absurd information she had pieced together after conducting further investigation. It was indeed absurd enough that the person on the other end remained silent for a long time.

"You mean to say that our prospective witch hired a powerful exorcist for eight hundred dollars and killed a demon king's son before we even had a chance to react?"

"And this human hasn't been eaten by that book yet?" The old, hoarse voice had a strange tone. If it weren't for her daughter making the call, she would definitely think the other person was playing a trick on her.

how to say.

It's understandable that this aged voice would have such thoughts; after all, hearing this from the veiled woman would seem abnormal to anyone with normal logic.

How to describe it?

It was as absurd as a street gang fight where one side hired Darkseid as a thug. The veiled woman tried desperately to explain to her mother that she had checked repeatedly.

She was panicked.

No one knew the woman on the other end of the phone better than her.

The Supreme Witch.

She was a terrifying being that even she, as a daughter, feared.

"Don't be nervous, my child, come back first... Of course I believe you. After all, there are many things in this world that are inexplicable but have actually happened before our eyes."

The Supreme Witch's voice quickly calmed down after the initial emotional fluctuations.

"Okay, mother."

Relieved, the veiled woman's pale fingers gently brushed across the ancient bricks of the wall. With an almost inaudible sound, her figure vanished like a chalk drawing being erased.

Disappeared from the spot in an instant.

This was the teleportation magic from the Seven Wonders mentioned by the devil. When she reappeared, the veiled woman was already standing under the stained glass of a Gothic cathedral.

Several witch apprentices were wiping candlesticks when they saw the veiled woman and immediately bowed in respect.

"Principal Fox."

The witch apprentices were unusually respectful.

"good afternoon."

The veiled woman, Cordelia Fox, gave a perfunctory reply, her long robe brushing against the cold marble floor as she strode towards her office.

However, she did not enter the office.

Instead, it stopped in the empty corridor, in front of the broken statue of the Virgin Mary. Cordelia placed her hand on it, and the statue slowly moved away with a dull thud.

I saw.

There is a secret passage behind the stone statue.

It was a deep, spiraling staircase. A damp, musty smell mixed with the aroma of herbs wafted towards me.

"I hope Mother hasn't made a move yet." Cordelia lifted her skirt and descended the stairs step by step, the candlelight automatically igniting a bluish-green flame as she passed.

In the center of the basement.

A hunched figure was facing away from the entrance.

"Mother."

Cordelia called softly.

She was cautious.

"After I've thought it over, I'll examine your memories." The Supreme Sorcerer Fiona's voice was hoarse and weak. She didn't turn around but kept staring at the enormous glass sphere in front of her.

I saw.

The sphere was filled with a dark, viscous liquid, with occasional eerie blue specks of light drifting within, like trapped fireflies, as pathetic as the unconscious man bound inside. He was a pale, emaciated man with long, disheveled hair, curled up in a position resembling a fetus in the womb.

"This god who has fallen to the mortal realm... how can I take away his supreme power?" the Supreme Witch murmured, as if she pondered the same question every day.

Chapter 97 Ian's Background! The Tragedy of the Bat! [13k]

Thousands of meters in the air.

A Boeing 787 passenger plane flew smoothly above the clouds. Richard Cassel, a wealthy first-class passenger and renowned author, was idly stirring his coffee, brainstorming plot ideas for his new book.

As a classic mystery novelist.

For Kasser, this was a classic everyday occurrence. Just as he was racking his brains without success, weighing whether to abandon the project altogether and start a new series under a different pen name, Kasser's gaze was suddenly drawn to something outside the window—a gleaming black Dodge Hellcat!

Yes!

Kassel knew about this car because he had bought one, but at this moment he felt that he might have bought a counterfeit, because the Hellcat in front of him was speeding through the clouds at at least 300 miles per hour!

"Am I still half asleep!?"

The writer, Cassel, couldn't help but rub his eyes. He wasn't seeing things; there really was a small car flying in the clouds outside the plane, and he could even see two passengers sitting inside.

A man and a woman, who looked younger than her own daughter!

“This…” Kassel’s eyes widened, speechless. He grabbed a passing flight attendant to ask her something, but he was afraid of being mistaken for a mentally ill person and making headlines tomorrow.