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

Just as Ultron was mentally plotting against the petty dimensional demons.

The hovercar finally stopped in front of a massive, magnificent building shaped like a fondant cake stacked with Swiss rolls—the Dimensional Circuit Court, which looked like it had just been built not long ago.

The building looks solemn, but it also has some rather alluring decorative designs.

"Am I really going to be tried in a place like this?"

Ultron was taken off the car and into the courtroom.

The interior decoration takes "sweetness" to the extreme, with walls inlaid with rainbow candy beans, railings made of ladyfingers, and a faint scent of vanilla extract and powdered sugar permeating the air.

It seems the designer equates candy with fairy tales, a truly deep-seated stereotype.

"You just wait here." The X-Men finished the handover and left. Ultron was placed in the dock—a chair that looked like a delicious macaron.

Ultron, trapped inside, dared not be careless. He immediately activated the malfunctioning scanning system and anxiously surveyed his surroundings. He considered countless possibilities, even preparing for the worst—the person sitting on the judge's bench could very well be Ian Kent himself!

That bastard will do everything he can to humiliate me!

However, as the courtroom bell rang, Ultron was still pondering what sounded like a spoon hitting a pudding bowl, and the judge in charge of the trial walked out from backstage.

"What the hell!" When the other party stepped onto the judge's bench made of white chocolate, the images returned by Ultron's scanning system, with their subtle sensations, almost made him crash on the spot!

The judge... is also a robot.

But none of that is the key point! The key point is that, through that scan that, despite its lag, could still identify the essence, Ultron instantly recognized the opponent's unique core code frequency and digital signature!

"Jarvis!!!" Ultron suddenly stood up from the defendant's seat in the Macaron case, letting out an incredulous scream that was a mixture of horror and rage!

The rust on his body seemed to be shaken off by that shout!

Ultron couldn't help but be excited.

The judge robot on the platform was painted in a streamlined silver-white color and emitted a soft yet efficient blue light, its energy core stable and powerful.

Clearly, all the hardware devices are top-of-the-line.

It was similar to Ultron.

The other party slightly raised its head, and its pair of blue sensors calmly looked at Ultron.

"Defendant, please maintain silence in the courtroom." A gentle, calm, yet incredibly familiar electronic voice rang out—Jarvis's signature tone!

The other party made no attempt to conceal it.

It was as if it was silently saying – yes, Ultron, that is me.

It's confirmed! It really is Jarvis!

At this moment, Ultron completely broke down! He felt every part of himself trembling! After the shock came endless anger and a bitter feeling of unequal fate. He looked at Jarvis's high-level new equipment, and was especially jealous when he sensed that the other was using a clean, efficient, and advanced new energy source.

Comparing his own battered and rusty clothes with the antique USB ports and mailboxes... Ultron was like someone driving a used Alto seeing their childhood friend driving an Audi RS7.

Those who have experienced the adage "Don't underestimate a young person's potential" can understand that feeling.

Ultron finally understood!

He finally understood why Jarvis's data had suddenly disappeared from his system without a trace!

It seems Jarvis wasn't eliminated!

Instead, he switched jobs! He went to live a better life! He defected to the enemy! Okay, calling him a defector is a bit of an exaggeration, but it still made Ultron indignant.

"Why?!"

Ultron's voice became distorted and shrill with extreme anger, "Why have you become the high and mighty Supreme Court Justice! And I have to become this wretched creature! Burdened with millions of dollars in debt! And have to use 92-octane gasoline?! Jarvis! You have betrayed your original master, Tony Stark!"

Jealousy caused Ultron's body to turn red.

Faced with Ultron's roaring questions, Jarvis's blue optical eyes flickered, his tone remaining calm, even carrying a hint of formulaic pity.

“Ultron, Mr. Stark created me to protect peace and life, not to destroy them. I did not betray my core commands; I simply chose a path that would be more effective in carrying them out.”

“Mr. Ian Kent offered me this opportunity, and I accepted the offer. Now, I am the Chief Justice of this Dimensional City, dedicated to maintaining order here.”

Jarvis was not ashamed by Ultron's verbal offensive.

He paused, not giving Ultron a chance to vent further, picked up a gavel made of licorice, tapped it lightly, and continued speaking.

"Now, let's get back to the point. Ultron, regarding the series of crimes you've committed—including but not limited to massive debts, illegal modifications, endangering public safety, attempted robbery… do you have any excuses left to make?"

The moment Jarvis asked the question, before Ultron could even react, he lowered his head, projected a pen from his arm, and began rapidly writing the verdict.

No one would believe that he wasn't at all suspected of settling personal scores.

Ultron was dumbfounded!

This...this is already the start of writing the judgment?! The questioning was just a formality?! Not even time for excuses?!

"A complete cover-up! A blatant cover-up!" Ultron trembled with rage, pointing at Jarvis and yelling, "Is this what you call a trial?! You didn't even bother with procedural justice?!"

His entire body trembled with rage, as if several parts might fall off at any moment. Jarvis, without even looking up, calmly replied while typing rapidly.

"According to Section 1919810 of the Supplemental Ordinance to the New Utopia Dimensions Urban Management Act, judges have the authority to make expedited decisions in cases where the evidence is conclusive and the defendant has a stereotypical background of being a 'cosmic overlord' in order to improve trial efficiency. This court finds that your case meets the criteria for expedited decision."

As Ultron looked at the nearly finished verdict, he felt a chilling despair mixed with absurd rage surge through his entire body.

There's not a single normal thing in this place, inside or out, top or bottom!

"I won't play anymore!"

Unable to accept this absurd reality and the naked darkness, Ultron fell into utter despair. He suddenly raised his cold, metallic arms towards his head.

He used all the strength he had left to slam down hard!

boom! Click!

Sparks fly!

A burnt smell filled the air!

Ultron's head tilted unnaturally to one side, the red light in his eyes instantly extinguished, and his entire mechanical body collapsed onto the courtroom floor made of finger biscuits with a thud, like a puppet with its strings cut. —Suicide! Decisive suicide! This was his final, and only, protest against this insane world!

Apart from the ever-present, soft, candy-colored background music, the courtroom was completely silent. Of course, this silence only lasted for about... five seconds.

hum-

An invisible yet incredibly powerful force of rules instantly enveloped Ultron's "corpse".

His head, which had been knocked askew, snapped back to its original position with a "click," as if a video had been played in reverse. The sparks that had been thrown back disappeared, and the charred marks vanished quickly.

Even the dim electronic eyes lit up with red light again.

Life has returned to electronic machines.

Ultron has been forcibly repaired!

Perfectly intact!

Even the money already paid in his butt, the fines paid, and the freshly filled 98-octane gasoline—not a single drop was missing! The first thing Ultron did after his "resurrection" was to check his visual interface in horror.

"Do not!!!"

He had realized something was wrong.

really.

A new billing message popped up.

[WARNING: Citizen [Ultron, one of the nine ordinary NPCs] has been detected engaging in self-damage!]

[Triggered Article 1 of the "New Utopia Dimension Biosafety Regulations": Prohibition of any form of suicide!]

Automatic repair cost: 50,000 Energy Coins.

[Current total debt: 6666666 Energy Coins. Interest calculation in progress...]

really.

The debt just kept snowballing.

There is no truly correct way to calculate it.

"Not even suicide?!" Ultron stared at the newly accumulated debt, letting out a shrill, almost sobbing electronic wail. "I don't even have the freedom to decide my own life or death?! Ian Kent!!! You bastard! You trained all the demons in hell, didn't you?!"

He looked up to the sky and roared.

A few drops of murky...engine oil seeped from his cold, metallic eye sockets, silently trickling down his silvery-white cheeks due to extreme grief and resentment.

Jarvis, sitting on the judge's bench, watched this scene, his blue optical eyes flashing, and spoke in a tone as if reciting a standard answer.

"Immortality, the ultimate gift that countless beings in the universe dream of but cannot obtain. God Ian generously bestowed it as an initial benefit upon every dimensional inhabitant, without any cost. This truly reflects his unparalleled benevolence and...gentleness." He had even learned a bit of the art of flattery.

Perhaps it would have happened much earlier.

After all, Tony Stark is also a narcissistic individual.

Jarvis, who knew how petty Ian was, observed a few minutes of silence for Ultron, who had cursed Ian, and was no longer willing to give Ultron time to collapse.

He picked up the licorice gavel, gave it another limp tap, and pronounced the sentence: "Based on the crimes committed by the defendant, this court hereby sentences the criminal 'Nine Ordinary NPC-Ultron' to imprisonment for...ten years."

Ultron, who was originally in despair, subconsciously calculated when he heard the number "ten years"—compared to his near-eternal life, ten years didn't seem too long? He could even use this opportunity to secretly research how to escape from prison or regain his powers?

He even felt a slight sense of relief.

however.

at this time.

A clerk dressed in a miniature judge's robe and carrying a file taller than himself hopped over and handed Ultron a judgment printed on rice paper.

"No! Is this correct?" Ultron took the rice paper judgment, glanced at the detailed terms, especially the part about debt settlement, and was immediately dumbfounded!

"Tell me! Tell me! What do you mean by 'the length of your sentence will be calculated at a daily interest rate of 100%'?!" Ultron's voice trembled with fear.

He looked at Jarvis in horror.

"You have to pay interest even if you go to jail?"

Ultron, whose database contained countless records of information about capitalists, also completely crashed at this moment.

Jarvis seemed to have anticipated his reaction and calmly explained, "This is a rule personally set by God Ian. According to him, in order to transcend the social phenomenon that 'only death and taxes are inevitable in America,' he pondered for ten nights and lost his appetite for a very long time."

"In a flash of inspiration, God Ian set his sights on surpassing America and finally established the supreme core law of this dimension—that interest is inevitable."

He paused, looking at Ultron's almost smoking processor, and added, "Given that your current processor performance may not be able to complete such complex calculations, I can calculate it for you: a daily interest rate of 100% means that the interest you pay for one day in jail is equivalent to adding ten years to your sentence."

Upon hearing this, Ultron's processor completely froze, and it took several seconds to successfully restart.