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

Chapter 29 If Superman suffers, Ian will win.

to be frank.

Ian doesn't like big things.

But his eyes sometimes seem to have their own thoughts.

While researching information about the plane accident, Ian also watched videos of soccer babes four or five times.

The main focus is on meticulousness; it's simply about finding any accident details that might have been overlooked.

"It's so fake, all that technology and stunts, it really interferes with my ability to observe the details of where Dad came from." Ian's criticism was forceful. He carefully deleted his computer's browsing history, skillfully formatted the hard drive, filled it with real scientific learning materials, and then formatted the computer again.

One set of operations runs smoothly.

It's packed with gold.

This is a wisdom that even Jonathan and Jordan combined probably couldn't learn. Sleeping tonight is out of the question; staying up all night is the only option. Ian spent the entire night searching for related topics on online platforms.

He actually found some useful information in various forums and small circles.

the next day.

Ian was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't managed to get rid of dark circles under his eyes, nor had he developed kidney deficiency and fatigue. He walked out of the room while blaming his body for being too strong.

The morning light streamed through the blinds, slicing golden stripes across the dining table.

In the air.

The aroma of roasted meat and eggs filled the air. Ian poked at the scrambled eggs on his plate with his fork, but his eyes were fixed on Clark in the kitchen, where the Superman was humming a tune as he stuffed bacon into a sandwich.

Would you like more blueberry jam?

Clark turned to look at Ian, who was staring at him. His expression showed no abnormality or illness. As he spoke, he placed the prepared sandwich on Jordan's plate.

"no need."

Ian shook the milk carton in his hand, the plastic box making a hollow sound. "I'm full! I'm going to school! You guys continue to enjoy your wonderful breakfast!"

As he spoke, he stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

"Wait! We're going to take you to school!" Jonathan ate chicken breast one after another. As a key player in the football team, he always had his own plans and schemes when it came to his diet.

“Yeah, what if you run into yesterday’s kidnappers again? It’s too dangerous.” Jordan also wanted to grab Ian, but Ian, whose physical abilities were far superior to his, slipped out the door in a flash.

Clark did not stop it.

He even stopped Jordan from chasing after him.

“Your brother is smart, trust that he will protect himself.” Clark knew there were some things he couldn’t say yet, so he chose to express himself in a more tactful way.

however.

"He's still a child! How can he protect himself?" Jordan rolled his eyes, his stereotype of his father as an irresponsible man deepening.

American family.

Family conflicts have always been a major theme.

"Hey!"

Clark watched Jordan chase after him, sighed, and offered no further explanation. Just then, a somewhat weary Louise came down the stairs.

"Children, I'm sorry, I'm really sleep-deprived. How was the breakfast your father made for you?" Louise asked sleepily, only to find that Jonathan was the only one left in the dining room.

"Good morning, Mom."

Jonathan smiled at Louise and gave her a thumbs-up, praising Clark's cooking. However, he only ate a few of Clark's boiled eggs.

Other ingredients such as chicken breast, creatine, protein powder, arginine, fish oil, curcumin, probiotics, and... mysterious power are all dietary combinations he made himself.

"Where's Ian? And Jordan?"

Louise was a little confused, but she took the coffee her husband offered her.

Clark said nothing.

“They went to school after they finished eating.” Jonathan didn’t choose to talk about the unpleasant incident that had happened before; he was always the most mature eldest brother in the family.

"Ok."

Louise had no doubts.

She walked towards the living room cupboard while munching on a sandwich.

"Clark, about what we talked about yesterday... I think we still need to tell Ian and let him accept taking the medication on his own. We can't let him feel that we've deceived him."

Louise opened the drawer, looking for the prescription medication the doctor had prescribed.

however.

She froze for a moment. "Did you put Ian's medicine somewhere else?"

Louise turned around.

Clark remained silent, simply burying his head in his bread.

"Or rather, you've already drugged Ian and secretly added it to his breakfast?" Louise frowned, her tone filled with hostility.

Why weren't you discussed with me first?

It is clear.

Louise was very dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Jonathan quietly left the restaurant.

As for Clark.

He gritted his teeth but remained silent, enduring the pressure and output from the most powerful individual in the family, and kept stuffing bread into his mouth to shut it up.

……

Outside the house.

Ian wasn't caught by Jordan; he was incredibly fast, taking shortcuts much faster than a bus. And the reason he could slip away so quickly was, of course, due to a unique factor.

"Hahaha, hahaha, I'm a little expert at taking medicine~" Ian ran while raising the medicine bottle in his hand, and the liquid mixed with a handful of colorful pills rushed into his mouth.

It tastes very bitter.

However, this didn't stop him from chewing and swallowing the pills heartily. Bottle after bottle, he quickly finished all the medicine. It was very effective, and Ian noticed several changes appearing below his field of vision.

[Abnormal Heart Rate]

[Nerve paralysis]

Sensory overload

Metabolic dysregulation

Liver and kidney failure

Good guy!
A total of five negative states!
[Physical decline, experience +2]

have to say.

The medication prescribed by the doctor seemed to Ian to be working incredibly well.

"Dr. Hannibal is a miracle doctor!" Ian exclaimed sincerely, praising the psychiatrist he had been somewhat wary of before, as if he himself were on the verge of death.

but.

Though seemingly dead, he was not truly dead; he was merely as if he were. Yes, this was his ideal way to level up! Ian ran very fast, saving himself a bus fare upon arriving at school.

The morning classes were very simple.

However, Ian was slumped over the table and didn't listen.

[Physical condition continues to deteriorate, experience +3]

The boy is thinking.

He pondered whether his mental illness had worsened, and after thinking for a long time, he felt that he was probably cured—the teacher in class did not pay attention to the behavior of the top student in the grade being distracted.

but.

Madison, who sat next to Ian, seemed a little bothered, though not in the way of infatuation. She would turn to look at Ian from time to time, and after class, she finally couldn't hold back her confusion.

"Ian, why are your eyes rolling around like that... Holy crap! They're practically twinkling in the sunlight! Are you turning into a zombie?!" Madison was genuinely startled by Ian's state.

"Even if you turn into a zombie, don't bite me first! Go bite our principal, okay?!"

She shoved Ian's head, which was leaning in close, away with her hand.

They looked terrified.

And just then.

"Damn it! Madison! What did you do to me?!" Ian, who was immersed in the upgrade experience, suddenly cleared his eyes and after a moment of stunned silence, became somewhat exasperated.

He had already accumulated seven abnormal states.

It's all gone now!
I even felt quite refreshed!

My body feels amazing, just like after using [Self-Healing Frenzy]!

I need everything! I especially need to keep reading! Waaaaah! The data is a little off, waaaaah.

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(End of this chapter)