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

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“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”

A burst of intense artillery fire erupted. A massive rocket-powered brown bear leaped from the crashing spaceship, carrying a mortar, and unleashed a volley of three hundred shots in Ian's direction!

Three hundred shells roared in.

"Damn it! These are Kree Empire cannonballs!"

Thor was terrified.

"It's alright, Master Ian will take care of it!"

Ian was not flustered at all. The enemy only had three hundred shells. He had mimicked three hundred and sixty-eight hands and was able to handle them with ease. His advantage was that he could not only grab at the same time.

The freed-up 68 hands can still be used as an atmosphere-building group to clap enthusiastically.

"Emperor of All Laws! Super Evil God! You are truly amazing!"

Thor's attitude changed instantly. He frantically hid behind Ian, trying to conceal his large belly behind Ian's small body.

Artillery fire streaked across the vacuum of space.

Approaching in an instant.

Ian acted immediately, multitasking and not missing a single shell. He caught all the shells steadily, but that didn't mean the unexpected wouldn't happen.

"Damn it! I can't finish this! I simply can't finish it all!"

Only after belatedly realizing this did Ian grab the cannonball and realize that he might be able to mimic many hands, but unfortunately he still only had one mouth that could take in a maximum of two cannonballs at a time.

The speed of three hundred hands is far faster than the speed of his mouth.

The consequences of this awkward situation were obvious: before the eighteenth shell could be swallowed, the other shells exploded directly in his hand.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Ian has been trying very hard to consume the explosive energy.

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……

Unfortunately, his mouth was still too small, and some remnants of the explosion still destroyed their spaceship's engine system, causing their spaceship to plummet towards the planet below, billowing smoke.

Thor was blown away by the blast wave.

Fortunately, Ian grabbed him by the top of his head, preventing him from getting lost in the turbulent waters.

"Gwen! Steve! New Tony! Don't panic! I'm a professional at saving spaceships! It's a family skill!" Ian risked his family's honor to begin the rescue.

He yelled and kicked off with both legs, creating a sonic boom in the vacuum, and plunged down with Thor and half of the spaceship toward the yellowish-brown planet below.

Flight plus teleportation.

high speed.

How to describe it—he could grab that bowl of spicy soup with lightning speed. Thor's skull was being squeezed so hard his eyes rolled back, and he protested incoherently.

"Let...let go of my head..."

The distorted face wasn't from pain, but from a genuine feeling of ascending to heaven.

"Stop messing around, we're in a hurry!" Ian relaxed a little, then pushed off with his legs again, suddenly increasing his speed and rushing into the planet's atmosphere.

The high temperature generated by the friction caused their figures to leave long trails of fire, looking from a distance like a falling meteor—except that part of this meteor would be cursing and swearing.

"This is the power of family-inherited craftsmanship!"

Ian had already caught his own spaceship in the atmosphere, leaving him with plenty of room for error, while the other offending spaceship had crashed somewhere on the planet, its location unknown.

This is not something Ian cares about.

He defended the Superman family's pick-up rate.

This deserves praise.

"I'm so awesome!"

Those who don't engage in self-destructive behavior know how to provide themselves with emotional value. Ian steadily landed the spaceship on the planet's surface, throwing it down when his feet were still a few centimeters from the ground. There was no other way; once his feet touched the ground, Ian would automatically lose his bio-field.

"We still crashed!"

Thor was also casually tossed to the ground by Ian. His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself, "My brain... I feel like you've squashed my brain..."

This is clearly just scaring yourself.

That's just how timid, cowardly, and insecure Thor is. Ian ignored him, turned around, and tore open the hatch. Gwen and Steve, covered in dust, crawled out.

"Welcome to the new world."

Ian tried to lighten the mood.

"No, what are you doing?"

Gwen's face was covered in dust, and her hair was a mess.

“It’s all Thor’s fault. Make him pay you back and get your hair done again when you get back.” Ian didn’t shirk responsibility; their stranding on this planet was indeed due to Thor’s recklessness.

"Here you go! Pay up, pay up!"

Thor knew he was in the wrong, so he pulled out a large bag of gold coins and threw it to Gwen. Gwen was about to yell at him, but her expression quickly softened.

no way.

The landlord's foolish son is really too generous.

"Are you OK?"

While Ian was concerned about Gwen, he also wanted to help her keep the gold coins, but Gwen dodged it. He didn't use his full strength; he was just testing Gwen's attitude.

"I am fine."

Gwen stared at Ian warily.

"Well... my head is still a little dizzy." She tucked the purse into her chest, a place Ian was most reluctant to reach for, as those who knew him well knew.

“Normal.” Ian nodded, his response clearly somewhat irrelevant. “After all, I admire my own skills in handling that move just now.”

As he spoke, Ian gave her a knowing look, hoping for praise, but Gwen was still focused on counting the coins in her chest pocket and completely missed his message. Then, Steve, who had climbed out and then back in, climbed out of the cabin again at that moment.

Captain America was also holding a computer tower that was smoking.

"Maybe I'm really not cut out to pilot spaceships..."

He looked dejected, his voice filled with frustration.

"It's alright! Isn't this one of your special qualities? Conceptual-level abilities are the most powerful, so you should know how to utilize that." Ian patted Captain America on the shoulder.

His tone was encouraging.

The evil god only likes to complain and belittle others when things are peaceful.

When something really happens.

He also knew that complaining was pointless.

“As long as the new Tony is still around, he can definitely teach us to develop from the Stone Age and build a new spaceship by hand!” Ian reached out and patted the main unit in Steve’s arms.

He wanted to boost everyone's morale.

however.

"Zi——!"

The main unit emitted a plume of black smoke, the screen flickered twice, and then it went completely out of commission. The projection of the new hairdresser, Tony, appeared with difficulty for a second, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, only a faint electronic sound was emitted.

"Zizzizi~"

Tony's screen went completely black.

……

On a planet with clear blue skies.

Thor wielded Mjolnir, digging a three-meter-deep crater in the ground like a human excavator. With each hammer blow, he couldn't help but mutter a curse.

"I'm Thor! You expect me to dig up graves here?"

His tone was full of reluctance, but he did not stop moving.

"Hurry up!" Ian, holding the smoking main unit, supervised the work, his face filled with sorrow. "We must ensure that the new Tony teacher is properly laid to rest!"

Gwen watched them give the computer mainframe a funeral, seemingly wanting to say something but holding her tongue.

As Thor planted the metal plaque inscribed with "Tomb of Tony Stark, the Second Mentor of the Cybertronians" on the mound, she finally couldn't help but say, "I think Tony's real body should still be 'alive' well on Earth."

“That’s not important! What’s important is the ritual!” Ian interrupted her seriously, taking three memory sticks out of his pocket and inserting them in front of the grave, then lighting two crossed data cables. The burning cables emitted a pungent plastic smell, making Steve sneeze. Ian, however, clasped his hands together with a devout expression.

"New Tony, may you become a cyber god in the electronic paradise, and then descend to earth to lend me a hand." Ian's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

No one knew what he was expecting.

"what should we do?"

Gwen crossed her arms, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

“This planet has oxygen, forests, and seawater, so there must be an indigenous civilization! We can ask for help!” Ian then used his super intelligence to make a judgment.

“How can you be sure the creatures here can communicate?” Gwen pointed to a six-eyed lizard gnawing on metal ore in the distance. “Maybe their ‘civilization’ is just a contest of who can spit out the most acid.”

She was very dejected.

“I don’t know, but we have to try, otherwise you’ll be stuck here forever after I go home.” Ian’s words made Steve glance at him several times.

In the end, it was Gwen who spoke up.

"Is it possible that you will return and reappear, or will you only appear in the spaceship wreckage? Don't forget, your random spawn location is pseudo-random; all thirty-six locations are included."

Her words made Ian's expression freeze.

Thor called upon Heimdall to open the Bifrost, but Heimdall did not respond. Silence. Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing across the dunes could be heard.

Just as Thor was puzzled, the reason why the Guardians did not respond was revealed.