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

“Wayne Corporation plagiarized a wise man’s idea, and I won’t eat anything they recommend.” Ian looked down at the dish that had turned into a blackened mess due to his emotional outburst.

It's shameful to waste food.

This is no problem for him.

He had indeed read cookbooks.

“The strategy for dealing with this situation is very simple…” Ian composed himself and began to devise a little plan, taking out a few boxes of curry cubes and pouring them into the pot.

then.

Turn decay into magic.

The pitch-black food suddenly became perfectly reasonable.

"Click~"

The kitchen door opened.

"Please use."

When Ian came out carrying the "delicious food," he had already regained his polite demeanor. Looking at the food on the plate, Cassel felt not horror but rather immense surprise.

"My God, this is the most authentic Indian curry I've ever seen!" he exclaimed, feeling guilty for doubting the boy's cooking skills, not expecting that the boy was actually an excellent chef.

Full of anticipation, Kassel quickly picked up a spoon and took a bite.

next moment.

His joyful expression froze instantly.

His expression changed repeatedly as he struggled to hold it in for a long time.

"It at least looks authentic."

The great writer used truly great adjectives.

"Thank you."

Ian stared at Cassel.

"..."

Cassel gripped the spoon tightly, not daring to put another bite in his mouth—as a multi-millionaire, he was genuinely afraid of dying here, and then his daughter and mother inheriting his wealth and enjoying a life of extravagance in his place.

Quick thinking and resourcefulness come into play.

"Gulu~"

Kassel stared at the plate of black substance that was still bubbling slightly.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times. At that moment, the bestselling author suddenly felt that discussing literary creation seemed like a safer option than continuing this dangerous lunch.

“Well, little one, how about we talk about your work? I’m very interested in the work of young writers.” Kassel’s way of changing the subject wasn’t too abrupt.

After all, that was his original purpose for coming here.

Hear the words.

Ian was taken aback at first.

“Of course, no problem. I’m always happy to share my work and, incidentally, teach those who are eager to learn.” Ian’s newly written manuscript also needs someone to appreciate it.

talking.

He rushed upstairs like a gust of wind, the wooden stairs creaking loudly under his footsteps.

"Phew~ I escaped death." Cassel breathed a sigh of relief. He knew this was his chance, and he finally had a chance to get rid of that terrible "dish".

Where's the trash can?

Kassel quickly circled the lobby, searching for a trash can. Just then, an orange cat, seemingly just waking up, crawled out from under the sofa and stretched on the carpet.

"Hey, little guy," Cassel gave a fawning smile, carefully picking up a piece of "curry" with his fork and offering it to the orange cat. "Want to try some?"

He attempted to feed the family's kittens the culinary disaster they were trying to create.

The orange cat raised its head.

A strange red light flashed in those cat-like eyes, like a warning light on a highway at night.

"hiss……"

Startled, Cassel quickly took a few steps back, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. The fork clattered to the ground, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

a cat.

The eyes are shining!

Just like Superman!

Just as Cassel felt a chill run down his spine and the cat's eyes grew increasingly red, the thumping sound came again, and as Ian went downstairs, the red light in the orange cat's eyes quickly disappeared.

It lay down on the carpet as if nothing had happened and began licking its paws. However, the scene that had just unfolded still left Kassel feeling shaken.

“Your cat? It…” Kassel saw Ian walk back into the living room. He bit his hand, hesitant to speak, wanting to say something but feeling that if he said it, he would be considered mentally ill.

Who would believe that a cat's eyes can glow?

“My cat is so well-behaved. I bought it with a loan from its mother, and we promised it would come back to collect the debt in its next life.” Ian placed a stack of manuscripts on the table.

He didn't see the mother cat when he found the kitten, but he still hoped that the mother cat could be reincarnated and come back to him, so that the Kent family could have another kitten for free.

You must be reincarnated first.

Otherwise, an old cat's lifespan would be too short.

The returns are not high.

"No, that's not what I meant." Cassell rubbed his eyes hard, and when he looked at the orange cat again, its eyes had returned to the warm amber color of a normal house cat.

The red light he had just seen seemed to be just his imagination.

“This is my work. Although Mr. Wayne tricked me, I won’t blame you.” Ian didn’t care about the reaction of Cassel, the older apprentice.

He spread the manuscript out in front of the other person, and then, with a casual gesture, he stretched his foot into the orange cat's belly, using a technique that many football players don't even possess, to lift the orange cat directly into his hands with his foot.

Let's get started.

"..."

Seeing this, Kassel could only suppress his shock and uncertainty, forcing himself to attribute what he had seen to his excessive time with the girl he met at the hotel the previous night. After mentally preparing himself and convincing himself, he picked up the manuscript, adjusted his posture, and began to read it seriously.

Approach to writing.

Kassel has always been very serious.

However, as he read on, his expression grew increasingly strange. His right hand kept moving away from his mouth and then back up, as if he were forcibly preventing himself from saying something he shouldn't.

but.

In the end, I couldn't resist.

"Who taught you to write it like this?"

Kassel tried to use a fairly normal tone.

"Self-taught, purely based on talent."

Ian opened a bottle of Coke for himself and poured a cup of aged tea for Cassel. The orange cat he was holding in his other arm squinted and purred softly in his arms.

Ian fed the orange cat a bite.

The orange cat was having a great time drinking it, and Ian gave the rest of the cola to the pet. After all, those in the know understand that people who drink cola only take the first sip.

"Self-taught?"

Kassel's expression was rather interesting. He stared at the manuscript in his hand, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, his whole expression twisted as if he had prematurely entered his fifties.

"Isn't it well-written?"

Ian began to doubt the other person's taste. New authors are all like that; they think the work of established authors is bad, and they only believe they themselves are worthy of platinum status.

It is really difficult to teach such a novice.

"Forehead……"

Kassel started biting his nails again. He swallowed hard. "Actually, it's not that it's bad. Your writing is quite good. It's just that the style is indeed a bit... novel."

He truly lived up to his reputation as a writer; his words were indeed pleasant to hear. Ian regained his fondness for this older man with a dream of becoming a writer, feeling that the other man might still have some potential on the path of writing.

“You have a real talent for recognizing my new literary style.” Ian stepped forward and patted Cassel on the shoulder, as if rewarding a student who had performed exceptionally well.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Cassel began to organize his thoughts. "I can tell you're writing a story about Superman and his love, but why, after Superman already possesses absolute power, do you focus on having the female protagonist learn Ian's magic and become a sorcerer?"

"This is somewhat pointless, after all, it's a love story, and the female protagonist doesn't need to gain power." It must be said that Kassel is indeed quite professional in analyzing works.

He conducted a survey.

She knew the boy in front of her was named Ian.

and so.

The nature of the Ian Cult within is already quite obvious. To be honest, during the part where the female protagonist enters the faith and begins to praise Ian, Kassel felt he truly witnessed the talent of the boy before him; the richness and elegance of his vocabulary made him feel utterly ashamed of his own abilities.

How narcissistic can a person be?

That's how you write so many unique hymns and lyrics in English.

Kassel was absolutely stunned.

"Ah."

Seeing the amazed look on Cassel's face, Ian knew that the other man was impressed by his talent, so he became more patient with this devout apprentice.

"Because urban novels all have to go this way in the later stages, otherwise how do you make money? After we finish writing the love story, we have to start writing the story of the protagonist's growth."

"For example, I divided magicians into nine levels. I can write a million words for each level. After we reach the level where we can't level up any further, we can then introduce an enemy from outer space."

"This upgrades our worldview, introducing things like demon invasions, God's descent, and new cultivation levels, smoothly transitioning us from romance novels to fantasy novels."

"If you combine this writing style with a long-term contract with a publisher, believe me, it'll be enough to support you for a lifetime." Ian had indeed shared all his knowledge with the publisher.

He is not afraid of competitors.

My biggest fear is that there will be no one to appreciate it.