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

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Victor Creed, but people here call me—Sabertooth Tiger." The man was weak, but that was only in the eyes of the former Belial.

The current Belial is the type who, upon seeing anyone, will mentally assess how many of him could defeat them.

"Forehead……"

Belial hesitated for a moment, then extended his exoskeleton-covered claws and shook hands with the other. The saber-toothed tiger's grip was so strong that it hurt Belial's claws a little.

"I am Belial! The ruler of darkness! Once the master of..." Belial habitually began rattling off his long, glorious, and outdated titles, trying to overwhelm his opponent with his imposing presence. However, before he could finish his self-introduction, his voice abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

no way.

Who told him to see the saber-toothed tiger suddenly approach?

The other party's beast-like pupils were fixed on his arms and claws covered in dark scales, his nostrils twitched slightly, and an extremely strange expression appeared on his face.

"Your...claws are so beautiful, the lines, the texture...and you...smell so good..." The saber-toothed tiger's voice became somewhat deep.

It carried a somewhat ambiguous feeling.

"???????"

Belial was struck dumb, his entire body instantly petrified, his enormous eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. An indescribable, bone-chilling cold, mixed with an extreme sense of absurdity and physical discomfort, instantly swept over his entire body!

At this moment, for the first time in his life, the Dark God Belial had an incredibly profound, painful, and abstract understanding of the word "living."

Yes, the Dark Demon God Belial finally understood completely and profoundly why the book called "Living" could be considered a source of spiritual comfort, something he could enjoy as a lighthearted read.

to be frank.

Belial would rather fight the King of Ultra for another 30,000 rounds than stay here for even a second longer and be praised by a man who looks like a beast for his "beautiful claws" and "smells good"!

I miss Ultraman so much.

After all, there's no Ultraman male Kirito in Ultraman!

……

"Wonderful!"

Ian's will, like an audience member who has just watched a thoroughly enjoyable comedy, slowly and contentedly withdrew from Black Adam's consciousness, which was filled with "joy."

In the real world, that eerie silence was broken.

Ian and Black Adam, who were lying side by side, began to convulse violently at the same time!

"Hehehe~" Ian's twitches were rhythmic, like an electric dancer, and a silent, extremely satisfied smile would occasionally appear on his lips.

"Gluck cluck~"

Black Adam's convulsions were even more unrestrained, his limbs flailing wildly, making strange "hoarse" sounds in his throat, as if he was about to laugh himself to death at any moment, just like a fool who had suddenly been possessed—as mentioned before, Ian's pleasure filled Black Adam's mind.

That won't be something without impact.

of course.

It's just a temporary effect.

This sudden turn of events made the Justice League members who were watching feel uneasy.

Wonder Woman gripped the Lasso of Truth tightly, watching Black Adam warily, ready to pounce at any moment. Superman, however, was more concerned about his son, his brow furrowed, prepared to check on him at any moment.

"Looks like it's almost over."

Batman's wheelchair slid forward half a meter silently. His gaze behind the white goggles remained sharp as ever, but the fingers gripping the armrests tightened slightly, revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Ian's convulsions stopped first.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze still lingering with joy. With fluid movements, he did a sit-up, sitting up straight and brushing off non-existent dust from his body.

He looked radiant.

Almost at the same instant he sat up, Black Adam beside him also suddenly opened his eyes! But unlike Ian's clear-headedness, Black Adam's pupils were unfocused, his mouth stretched into an exaggerated arc, and he let out a deafening, meaningless laugh. He drooled as he laughed.

Clearly, the "pollution trauma" suffered by the spiritual world is not insignificant.

"Is the matter resolved?"

After assessing Black Adam's condition, everyone's attention instantly shifted from the crazed Black Adam to Ian, who appeared perfectly normal.

Ian looked around at the Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman who had gathered around him, and his face displayed a standard, commercialized expression, as if he had just completed a highly complex surgery.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a serious tone, as if announcing something important.

"Ladies and gentlemen, regarding the issue of the 'extraterrestrial parasite' in the body of this ancient emperor, I have completed the preliminary diagnosis and... well, very proper handling." He paused deliberately, whetting everyone's appetite, before slowly extending two fingers, and then spoke with a slightly cautious tone.

"Now, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to pay to hear?" Ian asked, adding an extra word to his usual lines. Even so, his eyes were fixed on Batman like the most precise laser-guided missiles.

Almost the instant Ian's voice faded.

"Shh!"

As if by magic, Batman's hand handed Ian a specially made bank card that was pure black and matte, without any bank logo, except for a tiny bat symbol printed in the corner.

The movements were fluid and without the slightest hesitation, clearly demonstrating experience and prior preparation.

"Uncle Bruce, you're as insightful as ever, a prophet who foresaw my prediction." Ian grinned, took the card without ceremony, pulled out a uniquely shaped POS machine from somewhere, and skillfully swiped it—a soft beep followed by the completion of the transaction.

Retrieving his card, Batman's voice, transmitted through his mask, betrayed no emotion, but his choice was consistent with his usual style: "Let's start with the good news."

His voice was deep.

"Yeah, I guessed it."

Ian raised his chin smugly.

He pointed with his thumb to Black Adam, who was still grinning and drooling next to him.

"The good news is that he was indeed invaded by something dirty from outer space, and it was quite powerful; it almost opened a chain of stores in his brain."

At this point, Ian paused, puffed out his chest, and gave me a "praise me" look: "But! You're lucky to have me! Ian Kent, a cosmic-level expert in handling complex cases, casually helped him uproot the entire threat and completely purify it! He kept his achievements to himself, so there's no need to thank him too much."

Superman breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this, and Wonder Woman's wary gaze also softened somewhat.

But Batman's brow furrowed even more.

He knows this little rascal too well.

"Where's the bad news?"

Batman pressed on, his voice lowering slightly.

"The bad news is, you paid ten thousand dollars for every single word I just spoke." The words fell silent as the ruins receded into stillness.

Only Black Adam's silly laughter drifted in the distance on the wind. Superman raised his hand to his forehead. Wonder Woman opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end only sighed helplessly.

And Batman.

Batman is still alive.

Everyone clearly heard a heavy, suppressed sound coming from beneath the cold metal mask, as if it had been barely contained by the exertion of all his strength.

"call………………"

Shock!

Batman was breathing heavily in public, a clear sign that he was about to ascend to a steroid planet!

Chapter 193 Interview and Angelic Hymn

Bruce Wayne's wallet will never cry.

But Gotham's richest man is genuinely good at yelling.

of course.

Batman knew that Ian would actually report the child protection agency, so he wouldn't hit the child. He clenched his fists, and his pent-up frustration finally turned into a long, uncontrollable gasp in public.

"Huhuhu~"

The sounds of breathing rose and fell like nine dragons pulling a coffin. To vent his emotions, he simply sat in his wheelchair and slammed his fist into the raised ground beside him.

"boom!!"

The force was controlled with extreme precision, without affecting anyone, but it was enough to completely shatter the already cracked ground, sending debris flying and leaving a clear, deep fist mark.

The wheelchair even slid back slightly by half an inch due to the reaction force.

Silent anger is often the most terrifying.

However, Wonder Woman's eyes lit up as she watched from the side. She subconsciously nudged Clark next to her with her elbow and whispered excitedly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Fight, fight, fight."

The Amazonian princess, who has lived for many, many years, is ultimately an old woman, and the excitement she enjoys deep down seems no different from that of ordinary Earth women.

She's stirring up trouble.

"Uh, well." Clark felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this, and immediately stepped forward, standing between Ian and Batman, and began to give Ian a lecture on fatherly love in the most natural tone possible.

"Ian! Shouldn't you be going to school? Don't you have that... very important exam today?" He tried to find an excuse to get rid of this little devil, lest the richest man in Gotham and the financial backer of the Justice League be so angry that he had a stroke. The way he kept winking and making stern faces at Ian showed how strong his muscle control was.

"Oh! That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Ian actually looked down at the watch on his wrist that was being used to apply medicine.

"Although I am already an indispensable core member, strategic advisor and chief expert on outer space issues in the Justice League, I have to have both social status and academic qualifications, and I have to be good at both!"

This is what makes someone with a strong heart. Even with so many titles and top-tier strength on Earth, Ian still doesn't forget his original aspirations and doesn't betray his initial profession.

"After all, in our world, no education is equivalent to no future, which is common sense that even Darkseid knows. I'll be going now, and I'll leave the affairs of the League to you for the time being. If you have any problems that you can't solve, remember to call me. Uncle Batman is always happy to rescue any of Batman's friends."

As he spoke, he completely ignored the complicated looks on everyone's faces, and with a flash, he flew away like a rocket, leaving a twisted contrail in the air.

They run really fast.

Ian mainly noticed his father's fist was clenched tightly, almost raised in anger. He knew this was called being a "good son" only when needed.

"Sigh!" Clark looked in the direction his son had disappeared, and for the first time, he didn't instinctively refute Ian's boast that he was an "indispensable member of the Justice League."

His main concern was that if he responded, Ian would find another reason to stay and continue to exploit Batman, whose mental state was already teetering on the brink of danger.

“Although I’ve always felt that your youngest son might have a bit of a mental... well, something special.” Wonder Woman stepped forward, looking in the direction Ian had disappeared, her tone tinged with complex emotions.

She paused, then added, with a hint of relief, "However, at least he's focusing his firepower on torturing Bruce right now. Based on that, I'm willing to assume he's not sick for the time being."

That's why she's called a woman.