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

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"Don't tell me this is car care product?" Clark picked up a dark red substance from the trunk lid; the sticky substance gleamed eerily in the setting sun.

“From a biological point of view, this should be considered flesh and blood tissue, but it shouldn’t be on the protected list,” Ian answered honestly, while secretly observing his adoptive father’s reaction.

"I'm asking you where your flesh and blood came from..."

The father, who rarely wanted to show his humor, sighed helplessly. His non-stern attitude was actually because his super sense of smell had already told him the answer.

Superman truly has a super sense of smell. The good news is, he knows this isn't the flesh of his own kind that's being sold illegally; the bad news is, he doesn't even realize what Ian did after leaving the group of thieves.

"Is it love? Love gave my little car flesh and blood." Ian seemed to be joking, but he was actually testing whether his father knew what had happened on that street.

"..."

Seeing Clark's eyes twitch a few times, the old father probably hadn't noticed anything unusual on that street—Ian thoughtfully touched the magic book hidden on his stomach.

A respectable old father.

They didn't even use X-ray vision to observe him.

"Should we go home first?" Ian wanted to talk to Clark about the Supreme Witch and the new mission of the female boss. He hoped that Clark could use his super connections to find him a super mage to train him.

"Forehead……"

Clark, who had initially wanted to ask Ian some questions, suddenly changed his expression. Ian had just taken a step when he realized his elderly father was still standing there.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of Clark.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Ian sensed that Clark was hesitating.

He noticed the unnatural expression on Clark's face.

"Were you kicked out by your mother?"

Ian made a guess.

"..."

Clark shook his head speechlessly. To prevent Ian from making any more outrageous guesses, he hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "I've talked to Jordan about his abilities."

“He’s currently in the stage of awakening his abilities… well, just like you were before, but Jordan’s awakening came later, so your abilities might be different as a result.” Clark said in a deep voice. He didn’t know that Ian had already discovered that he was an adopted son, so he specifically emphasized to Ian that the abilities would be different.

This is an attempt to take advantage of Ian's lack of knowledge about Krypton.

Ian pretended to believe him.

"And then?" Ian guessed that his father might have already talked to Jordan, and perhaps the talk didn't go well. The classic scenario of a father and son having a bad relationship and escalating their conflict often plays out in many American families.

Clark scratched his head in frustration: "I let something slip, so Jordan, considering your recent strange behavior, guessed that your awakening happened earlier than his."

This is truly frustrating.

They even plucked out a few strands of Krypton's hair.

"Whatever, I like to show off anyway, but I don't like to play dumb to fool others." Ian's honest answer left Clark momentarily speechless.

"I'm glad you think that way. Ah, if only you had come back sooner." Clark's voice lowered, tinged with a hint of regret.

What does this mean?

Ian blinked.

I failed to understand my father's expression.

“It’s nothing, never mind, you can go back now… Give me the manuscript you’ve finished writing, they’re urging me to send it over for you.” Clark didn’t give Ian a detailed explanation.

He seemed to have temporarily put his worries aside and looked at Ian's magical hellcat. "I'm going now. We can't break our promises."

Clark may have occasional interactions with Batman.

They even knew to help Batman expedite his manuscript.

"here."

Ian opened the Hellcat and took out a small section of his manuscript that he had written during his flight. He looked at his father, who was soaring into the sky and had to escort packages to Gotham late at night.

"No wonder I have such good family upbringing! Family influence is really important!" Ian couldn't help but exclaim, giving his father a thumbs up. His father was truly the most perfect man on earth.

His personal qualities are impeccable.

"I can probably learn to fly by tomorrow at the latest." Withdrawing his gaze, which had vanished in an instant, Ian turned around and pulled the already bloated demon head out of the trunk.

"You didn't finish eating!"

Ian was still bothered by the questioning he had just received from his father.

The demon head blinked its murky eyes in grievance. It was truly powerless to do anything about the lump of demonic flesh that Clark had discovered. "I can't lick anything from outside the carriage from inside!"

Makes sense.

But the reasoning isn't strong enough.

"Having eaten so many demons, you still haven't evolved a Void Tongue? Never mind, never mind, keep this safe for me first." Ian took the magic toad out of his pocket and stuffed it into the demon's head's mouth.

It rushes directly into the stomach.

It did seem that there was another space inside the mouth of the demon, which now only had a head.

"If you can't vomit when I need you, don't blame me for being ruthless," Ian threatened, doing this entirely to avoid the risk of his family members being poisoned by the toad.

no way.

My knowledge of magic is too limited.

Ian felt he needed a magic teacher who didn't lie—he thought of the purple-haired girl he'd met once before, and wondered how he could bring her home to be his tutor.

Humming a little tune, I walked home.

As Ian opened the door, warm lights and the sound of the television immediately enveloped him. In the living room, his older brothers Jonathan and Jordan were sitting on the sofa watching the news.

On the screen, the chaos in Gotham City was being broadcast live, with Batman's figure flashing by. News reports said Batman had lost something, and Ian probably knew what it was.

No wonder he told me to hurry up and send over the rest of the manuscript.

Looks like the attempt to catch the clown failed.

"The Joker is insane! He's using thirty incidents at once to attract Batman's attention," Ian exclaimed, watching the news on TV.

And at this time.

"Batman didn't stay in Metropolis, so all the manuscript I wrote last night was for nothing, completely worthless." Louise's voice came from the kitchen, filled with obvious resentment.

Ian felt a chill run down his spine and quickly held up the kitten gift box, using the obsequious tone he'd learned from TV dramas, "Dear Mom, your favorite son has brought you a gift!"

Hear the words.

Louise peeked out from the kitchen, her eyes lighting up when she saw the kitten. She quickly came out and took the kitten, carefully embracing the well-behaved orange cat.

This cat really didn't have any major stress reaction.

Instead, they curiously looked around.

"Cats of this quality are usually very expensive, right?" Louise stroked the cat's chin, her tone softening considerably. After receiving her son's gift, any resentment she felt had vanished.

Even top-notch journalists.

They couldn't resist the temptation of the furry thing.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. I skipped the middlemen and even the manufacturers, so it's a great deal," Ian said earnestly, stating his embellished truth.

The kitten in Louise's arms stared at him for several moments.

He glared back at me.

"You snatched it from the mother cat?"

Louise sorted out Ian's logic.

"No, the mother cat deliberately abandoned it and then deliberately let me find it—she must have prayed to God that I would give this cat to my gentlest mother."

Ian was also a master of flattery.

Louise immediately beamed with joy.

What happened to Jordan?

Ian asked the question at the opportune moment.

He noticed Jordan glancing in their direction, or more accurately, at Louise, from the moment he entered. Only when Louise glared back did Jordan reluctantly turn back.

"It's nothing. You're so free... why don't you help me make dinner?" Louise pulled Ian into the kitchen, and, still worried, peeked into the living room before returning.

“Your eldest brother is the oldest, but he hasn’t awakened his abilities yet. To avoid causing him psychological imbalance, don’t let him know about your relationship with Jordan for now.”

have to say.

This is definitely the most classic "protective" mindset in American families. Ian felt that this was actually wrong, but he didn't dare to contradict the most powerful person in the family at this time. Yes, there were indeed four superhumans in this family. Even though Jonathan hadn't awakened yet, only Louise could be considered an ordinary person.

But ironically, this ordinary person is the one with the most power in the family.

"Ok."

Ian nodded.

Louise smiled contentedly, continuing to tease the kitten in her arms. Ian, seeing the refrigerator, also felt very hungry, so he went over and took out milk and bread to tide him over.

"Oh, right." Louise saw Ian eating heartily and seemed to suddenly remember something. While looking down and playing with the cat, she asked a question in a seemingly casual manner.

"Jordan said he'd glimpsed some of your comics and that your knowledge of Superman's abilities was too detailed and abnormal. He's been asking me just now if you've also awakened heat rays and a body of steel?"

Ask in a soft voice.

There was no emotion involved.

"What!?" Ian's mind cleared instantly, his hand holding the milk freezing in mid-air. He slowly turned his head and saw his mother deliberately teasing the cat.

At this moment.

Ian seemed to understand why his father hadn't dared to come in earlier. Perhaps even Superman's morals and personal qualities weren't perfect, and his father also had moments when he liked to lie to his children.

What do you mean by keeping promises?

This isn't probably an escape from disaster!

While you're at it, maybe you're trying to find his external brain to help you deal with the family crisis?

"A cunning and wicked father!"