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

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Ian didn't care whether the air was filled with the fragrance of heather or not. He rushed into Jordan's room, looked around, and sure enough, found the box that Jordan used to store his comic books.

Under his second brother's bewildered gaze, Ian rummaged through the box, throwing away the discs hidden inside. Finally, his gaze settled on a yellowed comic book magazine.

The Incredible Hulk

I saw.

The cover prominently features that familiar green figure, both ferocious and robust.

"No, you're calling me so late at night just to see this obscure superhero comic that only had three issues and was canceled due to poor performance?"

Jordan was furious that his sprint was interrupted, but he gritted his teeth and didn't lash out because he remembered his younger brother's bad experience that night.

"May I borrow it?"

Ian looked at his older brother. Although somewhat displeased, Jordan sighed and nodded, then shooed Ian, who was looking down at his comic book again, out of his room.

"Damn it, I need to get back into the zone."

After calming himself down, Jordan selected a new challenge from the discs that Ian had thrown on the ground, and began his nightly battle once again.

And outside the bedroom door.

Ian stared at the comic book in his hand, a strong intuition telling him that perhaps Homelander's inability to activate his class, and Hulk's ability to activate his class directly, were related to this situation.

There are no stories of Homelanders in the real world he lives in!

But it contains the story of the Hulk!

“I’m only able to connect the dots thanks to my intelligence.” Ian felt he had found a way to solve the mission, and just as he was about to return to his room.

"Wow~"

The sound of flushing water rang out.

Clark, the elderly father, came out of the second-floor bathroom.

He and Ian locked eyes.

"Ok?"

Ian's gaze, however, bypassed Clark and went to what was behind Clark. He was immediately shocked and raised his hand, pointing behind Clark with a look of astonishment.

"Dad! How dare you! Cheating on your wife at home!" Yes, Ian saw that Clark was followed by a strange woman as he came out of the bathroom.

"what are you talking about?"

Clark instinctively covered his sleeve, but after hearing Ian's accusation, he was stunned and looked back but saw nothing.

"They've started acting? No, wait!"

Ian sensed something was amiss from Clark's furrowed brow.

The father was genuinely confident, showing no signs of guilt whatsoever from being caught red-handed. Moreover, upon calm reflection, even if he were to commit adultery, it's unlikely he would choose to do so at home.

Unless it's with Mom Louise's approval?

Although Europeans and Americans are indeed more open-minded, this family still has some traditions. That's why Ian didn't think his mother would have such a unique hobby.

but.

Why is there a woman here?

“It’s possible that it’s not even a living person! Because I’ve eaten a ghost, I can see ghosts?” Ian first thought of a web series that he hadn’t seen the ending of before he transmigrated.

Subsequently.

Then, as if realizing something, he looked down and examined the back of his hand.

The brand is shimmering.

It was as if only he could see it.

"Is it because of this big shot's mark?"

Ian looked up again.

His pupils still reflected the figure of the woman, invisible to others. This woman was dressed in black, exuding a strong sense of uniform, with neat short hair and enviable pale skin.

"Ok?"

It was probably because they sensed Ian's persistent gaze.

The woman tilted her head.

"Humans? That's truly... an extraordinary talent."

She seemed somewhat surprised as well.

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Chapter 26 Mysterious Past, The Day Gods Fell

Ian stood frozen in front of the toilet door.

The woman who walked out from behind her father was reflected in her pupils.

The woman seemed to have noticed him.

“How extraordinary…” The woman, gazing at Ian as if trying to see through him, murmured softly, just as Clark was about to turn back for another look.

In an instant.

The whole world seemed to have lost its color, fading into a black and white hue. Clark remained in the position of turning his head, frozen in place like a sculpture.

Even the air seemed to have stopped moving.

Ian could hear his own rapid heartbeat, which sounded particularly loud in the frozen space-time.

"What did you do?!" He was genuinely shocked. His invincible father was affected without even having to resist, and the power possessed by the strange woman in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

Faced with the boy's shocked question.

"I'm just waiting." The woman tilted her head. She also had a pendant chain around her neck, but what it was was hidden under her black uniform.

"Waiting for what?" Ian believed that the woman was definitely not waiting for a meal. He had not yet built his own business empire in the United States, and what such a powerful woman wanted to do must not be simple.

"Goo~"

Ian's Adam's apple bobbed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his father's petrified profile—even when facing the power of the mystic side, his own superhero father should never have been so powerless.

The woman before him was at least a "god-level" powerhouse. She didn't look very old; she possessed the composure of an older sister, yet also the vitality of a young girl.

These contradictory qualities were intertwined in a harmonious way.

Say something.

Ian found it terrifying.

He looks like an old monster.

What am I waiting for?

The woman did not give a direct response. She slowly walked towards the bay window at the end of the corridor. Her long, pale legs appeared even paler in this black and white world.

"Please allow me to apologize to you, special child." The woman opened the window, looked at the night view outside, raised her hand, and grabbed a withered leaf that was also frozen in mid-air.

“You will lose your father, and I will take him away. Don’t worry, I promise I will take good care of him.” The woman turned to look at Ian and a gentle smile curved her lips.

Ian's mind was racing, and his breathing became increasingly labored.

“You are death…” Some information surged through his mind, causing his heart to tremble. This fear definitely did not originate from the woman in front of him.

It stemmed from something we had guessed.

"You actually know about death?" The woman was clearly taken aback, her tone astonished. She looked Ian over carefully, then climbed over the window and sat on the windowsill.

“No, I’m not Miss Death. How could I be as beautiful, gentle, kind, and approachable as her?” The woman turned the withered leaves in her hand, her tone full of admiration.

Perhaps there's also a sense of longing.

Before Ian could ask again, the woman seemed to know what he wanted to ask.

“My name is Tessa, and I’m just like them.” As she spoke, the woman who called herself Tessa raised her slender, long hand and pointed her pale skin towards the dark night.

There seemed to be something hidden there. And when Ian hesitated for a moment and walked to the woman Tessa's side, his pupils contracted sharply again.

I saw.

The streets were filled with densely packed black figures.

A uniform of black suits stood tall and proud in a faded world.

An old woman in the front row held a black umbrella, the ribs of which were stark white. A little boy in overalls held a chick, whose eyes shone with a deep, eerie fire.

There were also solemn-looking men wearing top hats.

There are men, women, young and old here. Not only on the streets, but also on the rooftops of houses and cars, people in black suits stand upright.

They were all staring at Ian. Everyone was expressionless, except for Tessa, who smiled, raised her hand, and waved to the group before they reacted.

It looks very mechanical.

The strange group of people in suits bowed in unison towards the window.

Neatly.

The actions are synchronized.

Their movements were synchronized, as if rehearsed a thousand times. Everyone's skin was as pale as snow, and in this black and white world, the scene looked even more eerie.

“They’re paying tribute to you…the lucky one with this honor.” Tessa glanced at the back of Ian’s hand, as if she could see the brand on it.

They also discovered some information and secrets.

"Um, can you explain what's going on?" Ian looked at the densely packed men in black outside with a chill running down his spine, trying his best to keep his emotions stable.

"To be honest, you all have good looks. How about we start a company together that allows interesting souls to reveal a mysterious past when they get together with their families, leaving all attendees shocked and questioning their existence? I believe we will be very popular."

Forced humor.

Perhaps this was Ian's last act of defiance.

However, his attempt to conceal his emotions clearly failed to fool Tessa.