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

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The sky quickly turned green as if it had been splashed with paint, and the thick clouds began to rain eerily—in fact, it wasn't water droplets, but miniature doomsdays three or four meters high!

They have no intelligence, only instinct—to kill, destroy, and devour.

Their target is the city.

They collect the concept of life's existence for their master.

“Clatter—”

Thousands upon thousands of bio-like creatures rained down on the city like hailstones, immediately beginning to prey on the "firewood" upon landing. An office worker had barely taken two steps when a miniature doomsday grabbed his shoulder, and visible green energy was extracted from his seven orifices. His body rapidly became transparent, finally disappearing into the air like an erased chalk drawing.

"Go to the city to rescue people!"

Superman punched Titan in the face.

An attempt to silence Titan's Doomsday.

He dared not leave the main battlefield.

No one hesitated. Even Batman rushed towards the city—while, at the edge of the battlefield, Jordan, who had been repeatedly blown away by the wind with his mother, also noticed something was wrong.

"Mom! Look!"

He carried his mother on his back for the third time, ready to start anew.

however.

But what they saw was an overwhelming mass of monsters falling to the ground.

"Their target is the city!"

Jordan pointed in the direction of the city.

The voice trembled.

Upon seeing this, Louise's face turned deathly pale.

"Put me down! I'm going to find Clark. You go take care of Jonathan and the others." She still wanted to remind Clark, but the sudden turn of events caught her off guard.

Fortunately, Louise had encountered a similar situation before.

So she made a quick decision.

A decision was made.

only.

"No!" Jordan grabbed her and carried her on his back.

"It's too dangerous here, Mom. You're just an ordinary person. We don't want to be orphans!" With that, Jordan soared into the air, his heat vision sweeping across the street like a scythe.

Jordan's heat ray managed to cleave two small Doomsdays in half—these weren't real Doomsdays, but rather fel-based lifeforms, which is why they were difficult to destroy with his heat ray.

"In the end what happened?"

Jonathan and Madison were both rescued by Ian's Hellcat when the disaster struck, flying above their home to avoid the attack. There, they saw Jordan and his mother flying back towards them.

Countless miniature doomsdays rained down from the sky.

It crashed between high-rise buildings, shattering glass curtain walls and tearing through reinforced concrete. Screams echoed through the streets as people scattered and cried out in despair.

"The city has been invaded! Those things are killing!" Jordan responded to Jonathan on the Hellcat, who didn't see the Flash because he was refused a ride because the Flash wasn't family.

Poor Uncle Barry is still lying in the ruins.

on the ground.

Wonder Woman leaped into the air, sweeping her shield to blast away several miniature Doomsdays that were lunging at civilians. Green Lantern conjured a massive energy barrier, attempting to block the Doomsdays' attack route. Even Aquaman and his wife, after recovering, were dragging their heavily injured bodies as they intercepted the monsters that were hunting people.

The Flash is immobilized.

The Flash has multiple broken bones.

They don't even have the ability to throw lightning.

He was also nearly attacked, but Jordan saved him.

"Don't worry about me, go save the others."

The Flash demonstrated true selflessness. On the streets, the superheroes were all highly efficient, while Jordan was less efficient, but he was ultimately doing something he didn't like.

have a finger in the pie.

"Zizzizi~"

Jordan carried Lois through the ruined streets, his hot gaze constantly sweeping over the surging miniature Doomsdays. A mother carrying a baby crawled out of the rubble, trembling as she thanked him.

"Thank you, thank you."

Hear the words.

Jordan was stunned for a moment.

He remained aloof in front of strangers, offering no response but simply nodding as he continued his search for survivors. As he turned the corner, his aerial form abruptly halted—it was his classmate Tommy, the bastard who had once stuffed dead rats into his locker, now trembling in fear, surrounded by three miniature Doomsdays.

“Jordan. My son.” Louise patted her son’s shoulder. She knew what Jordan was hesitating about. “I know you don’t like him, but that’s no reason for him to die.”

Jordan was silent for two seconds.

The heat vision suddenly burst forth.

It pierced precisely through the heads of three monsters.

He landed in front of Tommy.

Seeing the other person's terrified expression.

"Thank you so much! Walmart Plastic Bag Superman!"

Tommy stared at Jordan, who had a supermarket shopping bag over his head.

He stammered his thanks.

Jordan didn't say anything.

He turned around, picked up his mother, and continued flying.

“I still don’t like this guy. He actually thinks I like this nickname as much as Ian does,” he said to his mother, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Louise responded softly.

“Being able to save people you don’t like, that’s what makes a hero. I’m proud of you, son.” She soothed Jordan’s agitated emotions, and Jordan gradually calmed down.

Jordan's efficiency wasn't high.

But in the end, they still managed to save quite a few people.

Among the young people, the most efficient at dealing with monsters is the awakened witch.

She has area-of-effect attack skills.

"Damn it! I'm supposed to be a movie star! How did I end up saving people here! Will saving people allow me to buy a Ferrari when I grow up?" Madison originally wanted to find his parents.

however.

The streets were too chaotic.

She looked into the distance—a Bichon Frise in a little girl's hand was becoming transparent. She cried out and reached out to grab it, but her fingers passed right through the gradually blurring plush toy.

The mini-Doomsday's next target is this little girl.

Witness this scene.

"Where are the cameras?! Why aren't any reporters filming me with cameras?!"

Madison gritted her teeth.

She quickly raised her hands, her golden hair moving without wind, the Supreme Witch's magic flowing in her pupils, and the next moment, the heads and buttocks of dozens of Doomsdays suddenly connected together.

His mouth was holding his buttocks.

The miniature Doomsdays were completely immobile and unable to help their owners absorb the concept of existence. The little girl was rescued, and Madison breathed a sigh of relief as she looked around.

The military has also intervened.

Three M1A2 main battle tanks rolled over the ruins of a convenience store and opened fire, armor-piercing rounds blasting a row of miniature Doomsday tanks into green goo. But more monsters poured out of the alleyways, grabbing the tank gun barrels and twisting them gently—the steel deformed like putty. The crew members had barely climbed out of the hatches when they were enveloped in a green mist, their bodies beginning to turn transparent.

"Hold on!" A lieutenant, his face covered in blood, fired his rifle in bursts. "For Metropolis!"

Bullets hit the miniature Doomsdays like a tickle, but the soldiers kept firing. It wasn't out of stupidity. When a major used his last strength to detonate the armored vehicle's fuel tank, shattering three monsters, everyone understood—these soldiers were risking their lives to buy civilians even a second more to escape.

This is not a war of aggression.

It was not a meaningless war.

The soldiers were somewhat demoralized, but they were still gritting their teeth and persevering. After all, many of the troops stationed in Metropolis had already settled down in the city.

They are protecting not strangers, but their children and families. An unjust army can never win a war, but when it comes to defending their homeland, most soldiers possess an unwavering resolve.

this universe.

After all, it's a world shaped by heroes.

"Those things are devouring people's lives!"

On the battlefield in the distance.

Superman witnessed all of this, his eyes reddening.

He was in a hurry.

Yet they dared not leave.

After all, this is a much bigger crisis, a crisis capable of destroying the Earth. Of course, this crisis doesn't seem so terrible right now, but no one can say for sure when it will erupt. Doomsday's massive body is as if it has been put on pause, with only the constantly changing green and gold light on its surface indicating that a fierce battle is still raging inside.

"God knows how long their battle for the body will last." Ian hovered in mid-air, a medicine bottle between his lips, his gaze fixed on the massive body.

"Perhaps... we can end this battle of souls sooner."

he whispered.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

"How do you want to end this? Did you find some special method?" Superman quickly turned to look at his youngest son, his eyes filled with anxiety.

he knows.

This kid is always unreliable.