American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 23 An Interesting Soul, Worthy of Reward
That is to say, Ian has already left the living room.

if not.

He could certainly connect Clark's injuries with the plane crash that couldn't be fully saved this morning; it was clear that Superman was facing a rather mysterious crisis.

of course.

Even knowing this, Ian was completely powerless to do anything. He was still very weak, and anything that could harm Superman was far beyond his current capabilities.

On the second-floor corridor.

Ian chatted with his two older brothers for a while, then showed off his writing talent before returning to his room. Jonathan was still outside urging Ian to exercise with him.

“I’ll add exercising to my schedule!” Ian replied through the door, and only after their footsteps faded away did he plop down on his bed.

"What on earth is going on?" He ripped open his coat again, pulling out the pendant from under his shirt. It was still glowing, its dark light flickering like breath.

The black light reflected on Ian's face, dispelling the room's lights. Ian frowned, holding the pendant up to his eyes to examine it closely.

His main goal was to find the shadow of the evil spirit in the pendant.

"Is anyone there? Answer me?" Ian tapped the pendant with his finger. It was just a pointless and silly thing for him, but unexpectedly, it seemed to actually have some effect.

The voice just fell.

The pendant's light suddenly flashed intensely, faster and faster, as if in response to his question. Ian's breath hitched, and he subconsciously glanced down at the ground beneath his line of sight.

No additional negative status occurred.

"Om~"

The pendant suddenly began to tremble slightly, and the metallic patterns on its surface began to twist and writhe, unfolding like a living thing, as if opening some kind of door. Immediately afterwards, wisps of black substance overflowed from the pendant, floating lightly like silk, and gently intertwining in the air.

Ian's eyes widened.

He watched as these black substances coalesced and reformed before him, eventually forming a sentence. A proper English sentence, like something out of an English textbook.

An interesting life deserves to be rewarded.

The writing floated in mid-air.

The shape is neat and orderly.

It's like a gentleman holding a pen.

Every stroke exudes an ancient and mysterious aura. They float in the air, swaying slightly, as if blown by an invisible wind, and could drift away at any moment.

"What the hell?"

Ian was a little confused. He reached out, wanting to touch the words, but just as his fingertips were about to touch them, the black ink suddenly shattered like spilled ink.

"Wow~"

They swirl and converge in the air like churned ink.

Ian seemed to hear the familiar wails again.

That was the voice of the evil spirit of the nun from before.

"Sure enough! It went inside the pendant!" Ian was amazed by his own clever guess, but he also realized that the nun's evil spirit might not have entered the pendant on its own.

soon.

As the wailing of the evil spirits faded away, the black matter finally condensed into a thumb-sized black crystal floating in mid-air in front of Ian.

It slowly descended.

Ian hesitated for a moment before reaching out to catch it.

The moment the crystal fell into his palm, a cold sensation spread along his skin, as if he had grasped the ice deep in the polar regions, or as if he had truly touched a cold soul.

"The pendant gave me a gift?" Ian murmured to himself, holding the crystal up to the light for a closer look. He hesitated, wondering if he should swallow it whole. The black crystal wasn't completely transparent inside; rather, one could vaguely see some flowing shadows, like imprisoned mist.

It doesn't look like it would taste very good.

"But it seems pretty hard." Ian swore he just wanted to test which was harder, the black crystal or his teeth; even if his teeth broke, he could still use it to complete his "leveling up" for the day. However...

Driven by this very curiosity, he was almost startled. To put it simply, no real crisis occurred, but the turn of events completely surprised him.

The black crystal had barely approached Ian's lips, before he even had a chance to lick it and taste its saltiness, when it transformed into a cool liquid and seeped into his mouth.

It truly melts in your mouth, as if it were refined in an instant.

There was no bitterness or burning sensation; instead, it was like a sip of chilled spring water, cool and refreshing, instantly seeping into every part of your body, somewhat like a jelly that could slip on its own.

An unprecedented sense of clarity swept through my mind.

Ian felt stronger.

In particular, his mental state has improved significantly.

not only that.

Strength: 5.6-5.8

[Physical fitness: 4.5-4.7]

Intelligence: 2.4-2.6

[Spirit: 4.2-6.8]

Surprisingly, not only the [Spirit] and [Intelligence] attributes improved, but even the [Strength] and [Constitution] attributes also saw slight increases. Of course, the [Spirit] attribute saw the biggest improvement.

This was more than Ian had predicted he would gain from consuming the remaining evil spirits, even causing him, as a Berserker, to become stronger in spirit than in strength.

It's true that some of their bloodlines are no longer pure.

"I didn't expect it to actually be a gift." Ian was initially delighted, but then he noticed that a rather strange-looking pattern had appeared on the back of his hand at some point.

Its shape is bizarre.

Like black eyes.

"Is this the price of a windfall?" Ian was somewhat astonished, but he didn't panic. He tried to rub it with his other hand, but he couldn't get it off.

My skin was rubbed until it turned red, but the pattern remained unchanged.

It's like a brand.

Ian glanced at his status bar, expecting a new negative status to appear, but to his surprise, the original [Soul Corruption] negative status had disappeared.

Instead, a new status display has been introduced.

“No wonder I feel like I’ve lost a lot of my wisdom.” Ian said with some regret. He believed that the state of [Soul Corruption] would definitely bring him some surprises at certain moments.

however.

I never imagined that it would disappear so quietly.

He didn't even wave his sleeves.

There was no time to say goodbye.

The status bar image that has now appeared in the same spot is also a pair of eyes, just like the pattern on the back of Ian's hand, which is clearly an "official" explanation for the brand on the back of Ian's hand.

only.

Unlike the negative states Ian likes, this one has no effect whatsoever. When applied to Ian, it does not bring about any change for him.

Death Knight Familia

Only the name of the state reveals what it truly is.

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