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

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While Ian remained calm, others always seemed to be in a hurry. The black-clad wizards panicked, unleashing a barrage of spells upon Ian. However, this only served to demonstrate what true weakness meant.

"All that fancy stuff is no match for each person carrying an AK47."

Ian charged straight at them, braving the flames, lightning, and ice spikes, landing a punch on each of them without sustaining any damage to his body despite being struck by the magic.

They couldn't even gain experience for the [Berserker] class.

This truly showcased the charm of the control panel.

The clothes are slightly damaged.

The pants have a minor flaw.

Only the stockings on her face had turned to ash.

"Bang bang bang~"

These mages had clearly chosen the wrong skills; they were physically weak. Ian knocked them all unconscious with a single punch each, and then carefully picked up the toad that led the black-clad man.

My darling~

Ian noticed he had a "slow poisoning" debuff as soon as he held the magical toad in his hand, and immediately became enamored with it.

He had just put it in his pocket and hadn't even figured out how to use it when he got back.

"careful!"

Madison's hurried reminder reached Ian's ears, and he turned his head to see a car being violently smashed towards him by a man in black using his telekinetic abilities.

Ian is not an old father.

He has no biofield.

So all he could do was put on a show of his iron head skills on the spot.

His head smashed right through the Japanese sedan.

"My God! You're just like Superman!"

Madison's eyes practically popped out of her head as she showered Ian with praise, as if she were Rose Superman's first and perhaps only fan since his debut.

"Click, click~"

Ian tore apart the car that was trapping him, forcibly activated the super speed built up by pure numerical values, and rushed forward to smash the black-clad man who had ambushed him to the ground.

This guy took three punches from Ian.

"The principle of not killing saved you." After finishing his work, Ian gestured to Madison to tie up the group. He wanted to send them all to a gay bar before his father found out.

Everyone says that you pick up dead women in bars.

Gay men in the metropolis should also experience the gifts of nature.

"So, the comics you draw are based on you? You're actually Superman!?" Madison's imagination ran wild, and he instantly bestowed the title of Superman upon Ian.

She was incredibly obedient at this moment, tying up the group of men in black without Ian's prompting. The precocious girl sitting next to him knew what Ian's favorite centipede shape was.

"No, Homelander's inspiration came from my brother," Ian quickly corrected, trying to salvage his image. No one had ever said that a comic couldn't come first and then the author could discover the prototype.

"You didn't deny that you are Superman!" Madison was taken aback at first, then frowned. "That's not right, Superman has been around for decades!"

"You don't age? Hmm~ I see. You've been hiding in high school as a student all this time, no wonder no one discovered Superman's true identity!"

The blonde woman, now embroiled in a cold sweat, displayed her remarkable reasoning skills. She felt she was gradually understanding everything and believed her intelligence was still quite sharp in an emergency.

Have you been watching too much Twilight?

Ian glanced at his deskmate with surprise. He didn't want to betray his father, nor did he dare to steal his father's account. He believed that one day he would have his own legend.

metropolis.

The era of Rosé Superman will eventually arrive.

Ian has a plan. His older brother's grades aren't good, but his athletic ability is. If he can't awaken his Kryptonian bloodline in the future, he can try his luck on the football field and then become a senator.

If a popular hero helps out.

In addition, Ian stole the account of Trump and used his skills to borrow the "maga" slogan as background.

What is this called?

This is called a hint from God!

Jonathan, the eldest brother from a traditional redneck family, could very well become the president of America! That's the real way to protect the family secret!

"Why are you laughing so stupidly?" After Madison finished untying the group of people, he found Ian laughing at a billboard with an ad for Luther to run for state legislator.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about my family's future." Ian looked away and glanced around. He was about to ask Madison to ask the male classmates where there were any bars nearby.

Suddenly, everyone on the street collapsed to the ground. Cars started bumping into each other, and Ian swiftly saved an eighty-year-old man, while a seventy-year-old "young old man" on the other side of the street wasn't so lucky.

It collided head-on with a car whose driver had lost control due to unconsciousness.

He collapsed and convulsed.

Bleeding ceaselessly.

"I can only save one more..." Ian said with some helplessness, but not with shame. After all, he did save one person, and being the oldest meant that he would also receive the most merit.

Respect the old and love the young.

A soul from the ancient East feels it can only truly enjoy the scoring system of its hometown.

“You’re Superman, how could you only save one person? You must be testing me on purpose.” Madison rushed forward and placed his hands on the injured man.

The old man instantly recovered, and even his age spots faded.

"Can't we have a little more trust?"

Madison didn't blame Ian, but she was utterly speechless at his distrust. From her perspective, such speculation was actually quite normal.

After all, Superman's speed is enough to save everyone.

This is a consensus among people in the metropolis.

“I don’t do that kind of Batman behavior!” Ian’s anger meter in the lower right corner was rising rapidly. He thought Madison’s words were incredibly vulgar. How could he possibly be playing dirty tricks like Batman?

"Fine, you little punk, not only did you lie to me that you don't understand magic, but you also maliciously speculated about me. This won't be over until you treat me to KFC ten times—and you have to treat me to KFC ten times, except on Thursdays!"

"If it's Thursday, you'll have to treat me twenty times."

Ian used the opportunity to blackmail him.

"..."

Madison is numb.

She then realized that Ian couldn't possibly be Superman.

"I did not lie to you."

He sighed helplessly.

Madison then began to speak candidly for the first time, saying, "I did go to audition today, but then I realized something was wrong."

"The audition was held in a small church—not a Christian or Catholic church, but a private church. When I got there, I felt like it was a cult."

She had figured out why Ian had joined a cult: "An old woman led me through some tests and tried to trick me into joining her so-called witch church."

Speaking of it.

Madison also looked visibly shaken.

"To be honest, I'm not stupid. Unlike those women who are always fooled by mysterious things, I think those so-called tests are just a kind of magic that I don't understand."

"Traversing, X-ray vision, fireballs, soul connection, telepathy... It's all very mysterious, but I don't believe it." Madison covered his head, still finding it hard to accept this crazy world.

"Witches? A witch cult? A test?" Ian was starting to stumble into his blind spot of "prophecy," and he began to search for memories that matched this information.

It's normal not to think of that.

After all, he wasn't a true prophet.

Who could have read all the fantasy works before time travel? All Ian could do was use probability to search among the characters and events in the DC universe that involved magic.

Got nothing.

"It's awful. My super brain can't even work properly?" Ian refused to believe it. He continued to push his brain, silently threatening it in his mind.

This is still useful.

I thought of a lot of things I hadn't thought of before.

however.

There was still no information related to Madison or any witch cult. "So, you mean these people are actually witches?"

Ian looked at the men in suits scattered on the floor, his tone full of surprise. The only useless knowledge he could recall was from a novel about a supernatural profession where men could transform into women.

and so.

Who knows, maybe DC will also have female-to-male transformations?

“No, that’s not it… that church was full of women, the most quintessential women in every sense of the word.” Madison knew that Ian’s thinking was likely to go astray.

So she emphasized that the witch was indeed just a witch.

"Then how did you get targeted by these people? Aren't you with the witch?" Ian kicked the unconscious man in black, whose body was as soft as a slug.

No bones?

Just as Ian crouched down to take a look...

“No, no, no, we are not the same as witches. We are wizards—at least I am a wizard, and they were wizards before they were corrupted and replaced by my imps.”

A male voice, accompanied by an echo, suddenly rang out.

A crack appeared in the sky, and the man in black robes slowly descended. With each meter he fell, a street lamp on the street would explode, a special entrance effect that made Ian slightly envious.

"Nightclub vibe?"

Ian stared at her bare chest, somewhat amazed, "Little punk, I knew you'd run into these kinds of people. You should go to clubs less often to avoid getting entangled with them."

That was truly a profound and earnest piece of advice.

Madison was furious.

"Get lost! I'm still a virgin, that's my most valuable asset, okay? Who wastes that in nightclubs?" Madison gritted her teeth and kicked Ian in the shin.