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

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Upon hearing this, Martha Wayne paused for a moment.

"Don't lie to me, he is dazzling and radiant, shining with a glory more brilliant than any angel, but it seems that he himself cannot see how he appears in our eyes."

Her gaze was deep and penetrating.

The vision of the Heavenly Soul allows her to see many things that she could not see when she was a mortal.

"Perhaps that was just the glory of a hero?" Old Jonathan chuckled twice, clearly hiding something, his guilty look suggesting he was uncomfortable lying.

Mrs. Wayne gave old Jonathan a deep look.

No further questions were asked.

A subtle silence fell between them, broken only by the rustling of the breeze through the flowers. Finally, their gazes returned to the reflection in their teacups.

The gardens of Paradise remain serene, while on Earth, the tales of heroes continue. Of course, Ian's story is no exception; he is drawing ever closer to the holy city of Paradise. The radiance of Paradise should be pure and flawless, but as he draws nearer, a thick, unsettling atmosphere begins to permeate the air.

That was the old capital of the angels, but now it has become a breeding ground for Cthulhu corruption—a city that has been alienated, twisted, and devoured, like a rotten, abandoned land of God in the universe.

"How disgusting." Ian could even see that the clouds above the Holy City were no longer pure white, but had a sickly purplish-black hue, as if they had been contaminated by some indescribable force.

Unnatural tentacles were even churning within the clouds, clearly a sign of Cthulhu corruption.

"God must be a slob, not even minding that his backyard is diseased."

Ian couldn't help but complain in his mind.

He felt nauseous at the sight.

Just like his previous attempt to inhale the Cthulhu black mist, [Error Data] accompanied by physical nausea, the evil god lord is, after all, on a completely different path from Cthulhu.

"In the end, I still have to risk my life. This time, Lord Evil God has suffered a huge loss for Earth." He frowned and was about to speed up when he suddenly heard an anxious shout from below.

"Where is Mom? Where is Mom?"

The voice sounded strangely familiar. Ian looked down and saw two familiar figures darting around in the flower grove on the edge of the holy city, as if searching for something like headless flies.

“Sam? Dean?” Ian blinked, making sure he wasn’t mistaken—it really was his classmate Sam Winchester, and Sam’s brother Dean, who never used protection when hooking up with women.

"Your mother isn't in heaven, she's in your old house... No, you went to heaven when you were fourteen?" Ian landed in front of the two astonished people.

Although these two are destined to fight against heaven and hell, they're only teenagers now. Ian suspects the two brothers are dead, otherwise this pace is truly outrageous.

"who!"

Dean was startled by Ian's sudden appearance and instinctively reached for his waist—of course, his weapon wasn't on him, so he just found nothing and awkwardly pretended to be calm.

"who are you?"

Since Dean was unconscious when Ian first met him, and Ian had never seen Ian before, the young man only felt unfamiliar with Ian when he saw him.

"An angel? A guide?"

Dean tentatively asked, somewhat puzzled.

Before Ian could answer, Sam took a closer look, rubbed his eyes, and then rubbed them frantically several times before finally realizing what was happening and exclaimed in surprise.

"Ian Kent?"

His expression was filled with disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Dean was taken aback at first, then his expression became quite interesting: "You mean that Ian Kent who took down the school bully, brought down several principals, and was so incredibly powerful?"

He began to scrutinize Ian in front of him with a frantic gaze.

Is this how you usually introduce me?

Ian raised an eyebrow and looked at Sam.

Sam took a few steps back, looking very nervous.

“I only mentioned it briefly! I didn’t say anything bad about you!” He grabbed Dean’s arm. “Let my brother go. He’s so young, he shouldn’t go to jail just because he offended you!”

This guy has always had a very deep prejudice against Ian.

Perhaps it was because of Ian's initial threat.

"Yes, yes, I absolutely didn't mean any disrespect!" Dean quickly nodded, swallowing hard, his voice nervous. Mainly because he was unemployed.

Still the Witcher.

They arrived at the courthouse.

Forget about Ian's outstanding record, just the fact that Ian is a little boy would mean the jury wouldn't listen to his explanation, and the judge would probably have already reached a verdict in the first second.

Upon seeing the two exorcist boys, one big and one small, both trembling with fear, Ian genuinely felt the majesty of his evil god, though he outwardly feigned helplessness.

“I’m already very open-minded,” Ian said. “I’m just curious why you’re here.” Ian truly hadn’t expected to run into acquaintances from school in heaven.

His gaze fell on the boxes that Dean and Sam were holding.

They are not very big.

It has a very rustic feel, about the size of a sneaker box, and is made entirely of some unknown material with a texture that is somewhere between metal and leather.

There were many runes on it that Ian couldn't understand, but could translate with his spellbook. They were clearly imbued with some kind of magic. I wonder if the two boxes brought them to heaven.

“No, you two seem to still be alive…” Ian’s eyes were somewhat fixed, not because he had poor eyesight, but because he was trying to discern the aura emanating from the two people.

See this scene.

Dean and Sam both felt a chill run down their spines.

"Here you go! Here you go!"

Dean assumed that Ian had his eye on the box in his hand.

He quickly handed the hot potato to Ian—no matter what was inside, Dean felt he didn't want to get involved in any unnecessary trouble.

"what is this?"

Ian looked down at the box.

The box is dark gold in color, with some traces of rust, as if it has been eroded by a long period of time. It is inlaid with a circle of fine runes around the edges. These symbols do not belong to any known language system, but they faintly exude a sense of oppression that is beyond the scope of human cognition.

Whenever Ian tries to stare for too long.

His gaze would unconsciously drift away, as if his brain instinctively refused to understand the words, or perhaps he was influenced by the runes on them and wanted to subconsciously ignore them.

“I don’t know. This is something that some mysterious angel entrusted to us for safekeeping. Can you tell me what you meant when you said our mother was in the old house?”

Dean shook his head in response.

Incidentally, I also want to minimize the losses.

He remembered that Ian had mentioned him and Sam's mother before.

"I'll give you mine too."

Sam was quick-witted in school, and he was just as clever in this unfamiliar environment. Seeing his older brother hand over the box, he quickly handed over the box he was holding as well.

"That's our old man's treasure!"

Dean wanted to stop it.

However, Sam had his own reasons.

I just really wanted to know about my mother.

“We’re asking him to tell us the answer now, aren’t we? We’re in heaven now, and to see him here, his background must be incredibly terrifying.”

This statement clearly implies that Ian is not qualified to go to heaven.

Sam has such low emotional intelligence.

He publicly criticized Ian.

Although he himself may not have realized it, it still made Ian feel uncomfortable. However, seeing the two boxes in his left and right hands, Ian chose to be magnanimous.

Sam's box was also very old-fashioned; it was an ancient wooden box eroded by time, its dark brown surface covered with cracks, as if it had been asleep for countless centuries.

The edge of the box lid is engraved with intricate runes, suggesting it might be a magical item or a valuable antique. Either way, it's worth Ian showing his generosity.

“Your mother, after being killed by a demon, remained in the old house and became some kind of special earthbound spirit,” Ian explained.

"what?!"

The two brothers exclaimed in unison.

My brain is buzzing.

This was an answer they absolutely hadn't expected.

"Do you know who killed our mother?" Dean pressed urgently. He didn't completely believe Ian's words, but he knew that the little boy who could appear in heaven must be no ordinary person.

"It's the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel. He's a powerful demon in Hell, a demon prince. But don't be afraid, there are many demon princes in Hell."

"My toy car loves to eat the devil prince."

Ian gave a concise and clear answer.

"You actually knew that!" Dean stared at Ian in shock, utterly astonished that Ian knew the demon had yellow eyes. "How did you know so much?"

Neither he nor Sam asked about the car.

This left Ian slightly disappointed.

There was no longer any opportunity to show off.

“That’s what an omniscient mind is like.” Ian tapped his temple. He even knew that the two brothers were vessels, vessels for the archangel and the lord of hell.

"I think what he said is true."

Sam looked at Dean with some excitement.

Dean, who was older, had constantly changing expressions.

My mind is making some kind of judgment.

And at this time.

Ian had already begun examining the two ancient boxes. Yes, each box was older than the last, and the way they were opened was somewhat puzzling.

"What are you doing here? Were you brought here by angels?" Ian asked, trying to change the subject and prevent the two boys from realizing the terrible fact that they couldn't even open a box.

“Aren’t you supposed to be all-knowing? Then you should know why we’re here, right?” Sam frowned, looking at Ian with a surprised expression.

Ian paused.