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

Ian wasn't unfamiliar with the styles of angels and the gates of heaven.

"Hilarious! I'm the King of Angels sometimes too. How come I didn't know you were an angel? Stop messing around. It's not fun outside. You can stay inside and count your own hair!"

Ian didn't want to give up this upgrade tool, but he not only couldn't take the door with him, he also had some slight doubts about what was sealed inside.

The little girl was clearly getting anxious when faced with Ian's distrust.

"Why don't you believe me? Let me out, and I'll show you my one, two, three, four, five... twenty-eight thousand beautiful wings and more than eight thousand beautiful little feet."

The little girl behind the door suddenly sounded a bit aggrieved.

How many feet?

Ian, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned around abruptly and rushed back to the door, his nose almost touching the door panel.

"Say it again?"

Ian's voice was very loud.

Thor stared blankly at Ian, who had suddenly become very emotional.

"Calm down."

He offered his advice in a low voice.

Ian ignored him.

"Eight thousand!" the little girl's voice immediately lit up with excitement. "Each one is wearing a glass slipper!"

She thought she had convinced Ian.

however.

Ian's expression gradually changed from shock to anger and embarrassment.

He swiftly pulled a notepad from his pocket, scribbled the words "House of Scammers" in a flamboyant hand, and then slammed the notepad onto the door.

"I only have twelve legs, and you dare to say you have eight thousand! Liar! Liar!" Ian stomped his feet in anger. Even if he included his mimicry spider legs and external speed force legs, he could only piece together twelve legs. Even if the boastful words from the voice behind the door were true, he had to choose not to believe them.

There can only be one evil god in this world!

A sound of clenched teeth came from behind the door. Ian walked away without turning his head, bent down and picked up the Spear of Eternity stuck in the ground, the tip still covered with Thor's gluteus maximus tissue.

“Let’s go.”

He flicked the blood off his gun and turned to look at Thor.

Where can we go now?

Thor limped after Ian.

“Of course we’re going to find the others.” Ian examined the runes on the gun. “You didn’t think we were the only two unlucky guys who ended up in this godforsaken place, did you?”

How do I find it?

Thor regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth.

A glint of wisdom flashed in Ian's eyes.

Do you know what an IQ of 72.4 means?

He stroked the gun barrel.

"You definitely don't know—watch closely."

Ian grasped the Eternal Spear with complete confidence.

Under Thor's bewildered gaze, Ian began to whisper to the Spear of Eternity.

"Listen, new friend, I know you haven't had enough yet." As Ian activated his Whisper skill, the barrel of the Eternal Spear began to heat up slightly.

"There's an even more perfect butt up ahead, the most universally acknowledged butt in the entire universe, and also recognized beyond the universe. So, shoot at it! Our next destination is Captain America Steve Rogers' butt!" With Ian giving the order, the Eternal Spear began to vibrate at a high frequency.

"Captain America's shapely ass is worthy of your divine gun," Ian took a deep breath, "a pilgrimage!"

Under his intoxicating influence, which could only be described as "spiritual pollution," the Eternal Spear actually trembled slightly in his hand, and the light at its tip grew brighter and brighter, as if it had been injected with some kind of strange "target locking" program. It began to rotate on its own, and the tip slowly rose, pointing towards some invisible coordinate in the depths of nothingness.

"NOOOOO——!!"

Thor lunged forward to grab it, but it was too late.

"That's it!"

Ian shouted and swung his arm violently!

The Spear of Eternity transformed into a golden meteor that tore through the void, with two stowaways attached to its tail—Ian used his mimicry tentacles to firmly bind himself and Thor to the spear.

It felt like being pulled along and sped away on a subway.

"I knew you were trying to hurt my butt!"

As they sped along, Thor desperately protected the sanitary napkin that was about to fly away.

"This is impossible! How can you use my father's weapon?!" He was even more shocked that Ian could use the Eternal Spear than that Ian could lift Thor's hammer.

Could the evil god before us be the artifact killer?

"Ok?"

Ian shouted amidst the howling wind.

“My dear believer! You know nothing of the power of the evil god!” His mimic tentacles began to weave several comfortable seats beneath the Spear of Eternity.

soon.

Ian and Thor disappeared in front of the gate, and the little girl behind the gate seemed to be stomping her feet in anger. Suddenly, the "House of Liars" label on the bronze gate spontaneously combusted.

It turned to ashes and scattered.

So, did he actually smelt copper or not? And how many kinds of lives did he actually prefer?

"Why! Why won't you let me tell him that I am the multiverse itself? He can't rebuild the multiverse without releasing me? That's clearly his duty!"

"Okay... I'm patient, I'll wait."

……

She didn't know what the voice was talking to, but her emotions gradually calmed down in this mysterious exchange, finally turning into a slow, silent sigh.

"Saint, Dark Prison Blood Eyes, the Player of the End of the World, the Successor of the Scarlet Moon Curse, the First Emperor of Eternal Night, the Executor of the Fallen God's Punishment, K. Augustus, Echo of the Abyss, the Rebellious Soul Entangled in the Thorns of Eternal Night, Godslayer Candidate No. 4399, the Stitching Line Between Chaos and Order, the Incarnation of the Lament When Stars Fall, Ian, the Ultimate Idealist Superman..."

"Who would have thought that the demon who gave himself such a long name would return after so long, still a demon—perhaps I shouldn't have cursed him like that."

"After all, he finally... truly became a superhero."

The sigh, muttered and understated, fell silent within the gate, like a candle flame extinguished, its echo rippling through the void before being swallowed by eternal darkness.

The door began to seem ethereal—if it could even be called a door.

After Ian left, the door became indistinct, merely a blurry outline in the void, its edges twisting and deforming as if it might vanish into the boundless darkness at any moment. Meanwhile, in the depths of nothingness, countless light-years away from the door, the Eternal Spear Gungnir traced a dazzling golden arc.

The runes on the gun lit up one after another, forming a protective shield that could barely resist the erosion of the void. Wherever the spear tip pointed, space was sliced ​​open like butter.

It reveals an even deeper darkness behind it.

Soon, the darkness ahead began to distort, forming countless vortex-like cracks. Suddenly, an exceptionally large crack opened, as if the universe had opened its eyes.

"Hold on!" Ian finally shouted in a voice that could be heard. Gungnir shot towards the crack like an arrow, the runes on the gun bursting with dazzling light.

The instant he passed through the rift, Ian felt his body being torn into countless pieces, every atom separated and then reformed. He saw Thor's body disintegrating as well, his golden armor turning into scattered specks of light. Most terrifying of all was the splitting of his consciousness—he existed simultaneously in countless points in time, both a newborn infant and a dying old man.

Then, everything suddenly stopped.

Gravity gripped them again. Ian felt himself falling, the wind whistling in his ears. Below him lay the outline of a city, shrouded in an unnatural gloom.

"Damn it, I didn't gain any experience points!" Ian felt frustrated, realizing he had gained nothing and felt he had really lost out.

[Experience points for the Mutant Overlord have been calculated.]

Based on the current vitality of your allies, you gain +11 Mutant Overlord experience points.

Fortunately, Ian received some comfort the moment he left the void. This was the daily settlement of the [Mutant Overlord], which was delayed for some reason until after he left the void.

"It's better than nothing! It's better than nothing!" Ian cheered up again. After all, he was easily satisfied, and this time, forcing himself to break even was a big win.

Due to the previous unpleasant experience, Ian's mimicry mode malfunctioned, so both he and Thor were separated from the Spear of Eternity and were tumbling around in mid-air.

As the ground drew closer, Ian used his Tyrant Flight ability and hovered in mid-air. However, some people were far less quick to react than he was.

Thor, along with his father and Loki (who should have been his brother), suddenly lost their "tickets" and plummeted to the ground like an Indian falling off a train.

"Oh! No!"

Thor felt the tentacles around his waist vanish suddenly, and a wave of weightlessness washed over him. He instinctively gripped Loki's ankles and Odin's collar, and the three bodies twisted into a comical spiral in the air.

The moment this blond Asgardian descendant made contact with the sandy ground, the shockwave sent ravens flying within a ten-meter radius, and the earth was blasted into a perfect "T"-shaped crater.

There's no way I'll get hurt.

After all, it is a divine body.

"Bah bah bah!"

Thor looks extremely disheveled.

When the dust settled, Thor's legs were seen twitching as they emerged from the pit, Loki's face was buried under Odin's armpit, and Loki's soul within Odin's body unconsciously emitted a muffled groan.

"Are you...you...are you alright?"

Thor, looking quite disheveled, crawled out of the crater with two people in a vegetative state. For a moment, he didn't know whether to care about his father's body or his father's soul, which had been swapped with Loki's.

"I have some dried plums here, feeding them will make them fine."

Ian descended slowly from mid-air, the void tentacles behind him retracting into his body like a receding tide. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his elegant posture seemingly designed to contrast with Thor's appearance.

"Thor, you still have a long way to go before you become a proper superhero," Ian drawled, adopting the elegance of a god of war as he spoke to Thor, who had just crawled out of the crater.

"How can you blame me? If you hadn't suddenly withdrawn those disgusting tentacles, how could I have failed to react?" Thor was so angry that his beard almost stood on end.

He held the unconscious Loki by the ankle with his left hand, and cradled Odin's body with his right arm—or more precisely, Loki's body containing Odin's soul.

The King of Asgard was rolling his eyes, with a leaf in his mouth.

"My father, and my father's body, thankfully they weren't damaged." Thor hurriedly placed "Odin" on the ground, then realized something was wrong and quickly straightened Loki as well.

As a result, the two bodies collided with a "thud".