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

Chapter 25 My eyes can see ghosts?
I saw.

Just as Ian's hand and Homelander's bleeding, completely broken spine came into contact, they met.

The system's voice rang in his ears as expected the next moment. However, this was neither the notification Ian wanted nor the bad situation he had mentally prepared for.

[You have come into contact with an unknown supernatural substance. Warning: This supernatural substance has completely subsided. You have been given a new mission. Please go to the job selection screen to view it.]

"What's going on?" Ian was slightly taken aback. He quickly opened his job selection interface, where a new option, "Silent Job," had appeared. As Ian's thoughts touched upon this strange selection, a line of text visible only to him slowly appeared.

[Awakening Quest: Please ignite the life force of this profession.]

As the saying goes, you won't know until you see it, and you'll be even more confused once you do. Ian was baffled by the system's concise task description. Was he supposed to resurrect Homelander, who had been dead for who knows how long?

"Ok?"

Ian turned to look at Homelander, whose head was severed and whose spine was completely broken, and who had been dead for who knows how long. He felt that his system might be making things difficult for him.

"Wait a minute, the Hulk is completely dead, so why didn't they say that the profession he brought with him also went into obscurity?" Ian tried to negotiate with his system.

The system, lacking any intelligence, simply did not respond.

"Bullshit! Absolutely bullshit!"

Ian was slightly exasperated at not getting what he wanted. He snatched Homelander's head from the corpse and then slid it off the Hulk's arm to the ground.

hesitate.

tangled.

After careful consideration.

Ian was clearly testing whether he could chew through the head in his hands. He believed in the conservation of energy and thought that perhaps letting Homelander's resources flow to him would rekindle the flame of life in Homelander?
however.

Despite having such a unique idea, Ian still had some psychological hurdle to overcome, since eating demons and eating people are clearly two different concepts.

"I'd rather not be this bootleg Superman!"

Ian ultimately failed to overcome his human instincts, throwing away the somewhat grotesque Homelander head in his hand and attempting to kick it away like a football.

That was a powerful blow.

Footwork at the level of the Chinese national football team.

Homelander's head flew far away, missing the trash can Ian was trying to kick, and instead landed on an abandoned bus stop covered in snow, in the exact opposite direction.

Homelander's head was intact, but the metal seat at the bus stop was dented, showing that the bootleg Superman actually contained quite a bit of genuine superpowers.

"Hey~"

Ian stared at the quest that hadn't disappeared. His wisdom couldn't help this time either; the extremely rudimentary quest description left him completely bewildered as to what to do.

"They can't really be trying to resurrect Homelander, can they?" Ian looked up at the Hulk's arm. He originally wanted to look at Homelander's headless body, but as he looked up, he noticed something was wrong with the sky. There was something moving in the usually gloomy and oppressive leaden sky.

The outline of that thing was blurry and indistinct, not like a living creature, as if it were about to emerge from the clouds.

"so big."

Ian could sense something faintly visible, as large as a small asteroid—hmm? Maybe it really was a small asteroid? The boy stared wide-eyed, speechless.

I saw.

The objects within the clouds became clearer, revealing a massive, round object that blotted out the sun. This occurred in a world where Ian had spent a long time in complete silence.

"Hey!"

A human voice can be heard!
Crisp!

eager!

The sound was like a thunderclap. Ian looked sharply in the direction from which the sound came, but he only had time to see the outline of a person before the familiar sound of the Returning Bell suddenly rang out ahead of schedule.

“Ding~~~~”

The first heavy chime seemed to freeze everything.

"Dang——dang——"

The second and third sounds followed one after another.

Ian woke up suddenly in bed.

【00: 42】

Even if it's a bizarre, early return.

But the clock still points to that seemingly unchanging time.

"There are still living people in that world!?" Ian's heart was still filled with surprise and uncertainty. He did a somersault and jumped straight up to the ceiling.

immediately.

He slammed his hands down on the ceiling, using the force to land smoothly back on the ground, just in time to put on the slippers that were placed next to the bed.

“All the superheroes are dead…who else is alive?” Ian was completely baffled by what happened at the last moment, and he also couldn’t understand why he had suddenly returned ahead of schedule.

This has never happened before. Is its occurrence related to the last shout heard, or to the mysterious circular object in the sky?

"Where's your wisdom? Let it come into play?"

Ian slapped his forehead.

Don't even say it.

It had a tiny bit of effect, but it was clearly used in the wrong direction—a certain image suddenly flashed through Ian's mind, and then he thought of his awakening mission and the Hulk's figure.

"Smack smack smack~" Ian's slippers made a clown-like noise as he ran to his second brother's bedroom and frantically pounded on the door. A somewhat bewildered Jordan rubbed his eyes and opened the door to look at his little brother.

"what happened?"

Jordan was greatly puzzled.

He yawned, looking somewhat tired.

Where are your comic books?!

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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