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

Jordan gave an honest answer.

"Go to school? What kind of school is on Saturday?" Louise asked in surprise. She even checked the time, and thankfully, the extra pay for working overtime today was calculated correctly.

“I asked him the same question, but now I understand. He probably wanted to avoid you guys. I think he might have dragged all his classmates out of bed and forced them to go to class.”

To be honest, Jordan also found himself incredibly empathetic towards Ian by sheer coincidence.

He recalled the bat-shaped metal bar. If even a mediocre student like himself could figure it out, Jordan, as the smartest kid in the family, was certain his younger brother wouldn't be completely clueless.

"What did he tell you? And what did you understand?" Louise thought Ian had revealed something at home, so she tentatively asked Jordan.

“Ian didn’t tell me anything, but I gradually came to understand everything.” Jordan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, looking very nervous.

“Yes, I understand everything… You and Dad are remarried, right?” Jordan finally couldn’t hold back, and the other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.

Jordan could hear the sound of his blood pounding against his eardrums.

"what are you saying?"

After a while.

Louise, her emotions now stable, spoke again.

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief.

They lowered their guard slightly.

"me……"

He touched his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. "I may have awakened Batvision. I often see Batman's eyes are red when he appears on TV."

These words may be very euphemistic.

However, Louise was not a fool who couldn't understand the implied meaning.

"Cuckoo~"

The sound of drinking came from the other end of the phone.

"Go and get Ian to answer the phone!"

Louise's voice was cracking.

What is word-of-mouth?

This is perhaps the true meaning of reputation.

"It has nothing to do with Ian, I guessed it all myself! I'm quite clever too!" Jordan defended Ian, and it was indeed true.

and so.

"very good."

Louise was suppressing some emotion.

"Then you just wait at home, I'll have your dad come back to find you." After calming down a bit, she realized that Jordan might have awakened Kryptonian abilities.

This is a very big deal.

Louise didn't dare to lose her temper easily.

only.

Despite her best efforts to control her emotions, the mother still couldn't quite see her sons clearly.

"Um...which dad will come back to find me?"

Jordan asked cautiously.

One sentence almost made Louise on the other end of the phone explode with anger.

……

Talented people aren't found everywhere.

However, the Kent family was clearly more likely than other families to produce talented individuals.

Just as Jordan was using his strength to provoke the most powerful person in the family, Ian had already started his incredibly fulfilling day with his schoolbag on his back.

Cashing checks is not difficult.

Although minors are generally not allowed to cash checks at banks on their own, some banks will still accept and process checks when the minor is the beneficiary of the check.

Ugly Master was very thoughtful.

Ian's redemption went very smoothly and to his satisfaction.

“If I didn’t tell anyone, who would know I’m already a millionaire?” Ian bought a breathable meat shred on the street, and with his thermos in hand, he found the location of the Metropolitan Black Market under Mr. White’s guidance.

“I used to work for Luther… I knew he was researching bio-warriors… It was because I wanted to get rid of him that I unknowingly made a deal with the devil.”

Mr. White was feeling melancholy in his thermos.

"It's the great Sangu Demon!"

The demon's head in Ian's bag corrected his statement.

Ian was in a state of great excitement.

"A bio-warrior? Great! That's more like it! But I need to make sure, it's definitely not some kind of drug, right? Kids born into positive families will never tolerate gambling or drugs again!"

Ian maintained the necessary vigilance and a positive mindset.

"..."

Mr. White was silent for a moment. "It's just an enhancement drug, used to create super soldiers. Luther's ambitions are huge, not just limited to getting military orders."

He still feels deeply saddened when he talks about it.

"Yes, yes, that's fine, that's perfect." Ian was relieved, and so, guided by White, he arrived at the so-called black market in the metropolis.

It's actually just a rather chaotic street with some shops selling contraband under different signs. These shops also do some legitimate business on weekdays.

Like a shop hiding chemical raw materials, it is actually a century-old shop called Old Joey's Custom Suits, where a bald, burly man in overalls is doing meticulous sewing work.

Ian exchanged a secret code with the bald man, just as Mr. White had instructed.

"buy what?"

The bald man glanced at Ian, the little boy, in surprise. He hadn't expected that Old White had gone to such an extreme, actually using a minor to make purchases.

That's just too shameless.

The shop owner, who was cursing under his breath, had no idea that the shameless person he was talking about was actually inside a thermos by Ian. Since he assumed Ian was a regular customer's henchman, he quickly retrieved the goods for Ian.

The transaction went smoothly.

Even though things went smoothly, Ian was somewhat reluctant.

“I’m just a kid. Shouldn’t you rob me, kidnap me, and sell me to a shady factory?” This is the script that Ian thinks suits him.

Hear the words.

The bald boss just scoffed.

"I'm in this business for the long term. Do you think I need your pittance? Honesty is the most important thing in the black market. How much can I sell you for if I put you in a sack and send you out?"

His obvious disdain for Ian's words only made Ian think they made perfect sense.

no way.

Filled with resentment, Ian could only leave with regret. His "fair trade" mode also had its own trigger conditions, and unfortunately, this store did not receive that honor.

Where have all my favorite villains gone?

Ian walked down the gloomy alley, looking somewhat heartbroken.

"Is this potion really worth six thousand dollars?" Since he didn't get much material, Ian suspected that Mr. White might be living off the shop's kickbacks even after he died.

Who knows, the shopkeeper might pre-order a few beautiful women from hell for Mr. White later.

It's hard to explain.

"Let me try a few times, I'm sure I can recreate the formula data for that enhancement potion," Mr. White quickly assured Ian, sensing his unfriendly gaze.

"Why go through all that trouble?"

Ian simply mixed the ingredients together.

He drank all the gray substance in one gulp.

next moment.

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +13]

Upgraded.

The attributes have been improved.

Strength: 21-22.1

[Physical fitness: 38-41.5]

Intelligence: 3.0-3.2

[Spirit: 7.6-7.7]

It is clear.

The Savage Tyrant focuses on physique, while the Berserker focuses on strength. Neither of them significantly improves the attributes of [Spirit] and [Intelligence], which made Ian feel slightly disappointed.

of course.

[Mild Genetic Disruption]

The newly acquired negative effects can be considered a kind of consolation.

Berserker Experience +2

One level up.

Double the harvest.

Ian was finally satisfied with the six thousand dollars he had spent.

"It's a pity he didn't have enough stock, otherwise I would definitely be flying tonight." Ian looked at his extra skill points and didn't choose any of the fancy skills.

He learned the new skill [Eye of the Blazing Sun], and immediately felt his pupils burning intensely.