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

He plans to update the information on the [Superhero Popularity Center] when he gets back tonight.

"I see. No wonder Kryptonians look almost identical to us; it seriously contradicts the assumptions of cosmological biology." The thoughtful reporter looked really handsome.

Ian gave him a thumbs up.

of course.

There are people who doubt Ian's explanation, after all, not everyone would choose to abandon their own brain and ability to think independently just to chase a hot topic.

"Stocking Superman, even if that's really your name... some people say you're an Arkham fugitive, what do you think about that?" This annoying reporter comes from Luther's media empire.

In this regard.

Ian knew how to handle it.

“You should ask Batman that question, not me—if I really am from Arkham.” Ian grew up in a family of journalists. He knew all too well that when facing a reporter, one must never fall into their questioning traps, but rather maintain one’s own rhythm in the exchange of questions and answers.

The reporters also sensed Ian's skill at this point.

only.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Ian's phone rang.

Gotham's Freak

The incoming message was a string of gibberish, though Ian had marked it. Surprisingly, Batman was actually watching the live stream and had even managed to break through the new Tony Stark's black box.

Too fast.

Some of these exceeded Ian's predictions.

He still underestimated Batman. He didn't expect that even without relying on his worries about the family to unleash his potential, Batman would still be able to break through the new Tony Stark's digital blockade so quickly.

"The new Tony is still not the real Tony."

Ian was filled with emotion.

Hang up.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a superhero go out... with a pager in his hand." The man standing at the front carrying the camera expressed his heartfelt feelings, then couldn't help but look at Ian's face.

There.

It only has eyes and a nose.

This was actually the first time he had ever seen a superhero dressed as a robber.

"Is there something urgent?"

The female reporter holding the microphone was curious about Ian's private life.

"It's nothing, I was just harassed by Nantong."

Ian calmly took out the black box again and encrypted his phone a second time. The phone vibrated wildly, and the half-phone, which was even mistaken for a pager, was finally silenced.

There is always a backup plan.

He learned this from Batman.

The black box has many other uses.

"Where were we?" Ian put his phone back in his pocket, looked up and found the reporters silent, all staring at him with strange looks.

"Speaking of Nantong pursuing you relentlessly? And you're going to tell us why you know Nantong?" No wonder this group of people are the most senior journalists in the metropolis. Look at their linguistic skills, they're really too strong. With just one sentence, they silenced Ian.

of course.

The deafening silence did not all come from the reporters.

Ian looked at the live stream camera.

He discovered that his magic power was growing at a much faster rate than when he was explaining the background information about "Stocking Man"—it was growing at a rate several times faster.

As expected of America.

Superheroes tend to receive more admiration when they're on the right track. It's clear that Ian Mads Mikoto chose the right path, but he still has some genuine principles.

"Let's talk about how I saved the big plane." He had found a shortcut, but he didn't want to take it; after all, he'd rather not have such a powerful and righteous magic.

"Okay, okay."

Many media outlets echoed this sentiment. After all, not every journalist wants to profit from this kind of traffic; quite a few journalists in the industry have already suffered the backlash from such attention.

Now we're getting back to the main topic.

Ian immediately began to utilize his innate talent.

"It was a thrilling contest..." Perhaps a thousand words need to be omitted here. Ian, in his words, blended elements from "Speed," "The Matrix," "Star Wars," "Titanic," and even "Mission: Impossible," truly telling the reporters a magnificent story.

The reporters were stunned, sensing something was amiss, yet the story was undeniably captivating. And it wasn't just them who found it fascinating; even the viewers watching the live stream were speechless.

Besides reverence.

What else can they offer?

Ian's mind was flooded with magic, which quickly reached the level of a small well.

"So, it may seem that I just caught the big plane, but in reality, I defeated death." Ian used a part of the truth to end his story.

He truly defeated death.

Right now, the red-robed Grim Reaper he kicked away is still invisible to everyone, standing hundreds of meters behind the reporters, staring at him with his scythe.

"We can't escape. Even if we escape once, there will be another time. Death's pursuit will never end." Even if a boy shouting "Death is coming" walks past him.

The red-robed Grim Reaper didn't even glance at the boy.

His face was shrouded in shadow and no one could see it.

But those red eyes kept staring at Ian with a resentful look, not scary at all, but rather like they were about to cry from grievance. Ian chose to pretend he couldn't see anything.

Death's performance business.

It clashes with his merits.

Ultimately, only one of them was able to achieve a slight increase.

Ian finished speaking.

"Clap clap~"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. The reporters knew very well that regardless of how much of the story was true or false, its captivating nature would undoubtedly generate tremendous buzz for the news.

Such a talented person.

I won't write books.

Instead, they became superheroes.

Is there really such a thing as being chosen by the light power of an ancient superman? Everyone can see that Ian is a boy, at most no older than eighteen.

There is indeed a saying about this age.

Some reporters began to have doubts.

at the same time.

Ian also checked the time.

"That's the gist of it. It's about the merit of building about 1,659 churches. I don't care about such things. It's getting late, so everyone should get some rest."

Before the reporters could react after Ian finished speaking, he pulled a black metal box from his pocket and tapped it rapidly with his fingers.

With a soft "beep," all the cameras on site suddenly went black, the drone fell like a kite with a broken string, and even the live stream on the mobile phone turned into a snowy screen.

The new Tony teacher's black box has countless uses.

This action stunned the reporters.

They initially thought Ian was a superhero who relied solely on mutation or was truly blessed by ancient forces, never imagining that this guy would possess such incredible technology.

Hexagon Warrior?

The reporters were completely bewildered.

"Remember to get up early tomorrow and get me on the front page!" Ian said sincerely as he began handing out his tonight's bonus to the reporters.

Again.

When a superhero wants to climb the social ladder, he has to be good at interpersonal relationships. Anyway, since it wasn't money Ian earned himself, he doesn't feel bad about spending it and is very generous.

This series of actions has left many uninformed reporters confused.

Is this how superheroes are supposed to be?

A well-informed reporter suddenly realized that what his colleague had boasted about after reporting back to the newspaper was true; there really were wealthy people in this world who acted as superheroes just for fun.

"You are so generous."

Some newly graduated reporters even used honorifics when referring to Ian—how could she not know whether this superhero was real or not? How could she not feel whether he had helped the people?

The reporters looked at each other.

Many of them realized this.

Although the hero in front of me has a somewhat niche style of doing things, he is indeed sincere enough, whether it is his simple wish to make headlines or the Franklin in his hand.

"Shocking! Plane crash! From ancient times! The collective will of the people of the metropolis! The Apostle of Light saves the day!" A reporter has already begun writing furiously.

She wants to clear Ian's name.

They also create hype to benefit themselves.

The moment of win-win has arrived.

And right now.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Ian's half-broken phone rang again. He initially thought Batman had broken through his latest shield, but he had ultimately overestimated Batman's speed.

"It's Dad..."

Ian stared at the incoming call number, thought for a moment, and still didn't dare hang up.

After all, if he doesn't answer the phone, Superman arriving here and stealing the spotlight is a minor matter. The main concern is that if "Masked Braggart" is really exposed, that would be an absolute nightmare.