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

Chapter 3 Family and Another World
Does Superman have high blood pressure?

The answer is occasionally.

At that moment, Clark felt his head rush with blood.

“Why don’t you write something like a story about an ordinary person who becomes a superhero through his own efforts?” He was trying to steer Ian to write something more serious.

only.

"Because that's not ahead of its time?" Ian tilted his head, dismissing Clark's idea and talent, as stories about the rise of superheroes were everywhere.

Today's readers need something truly shocking.

"..."

Clark was speechless.

He felt that his relationship with his children was never very smooth, and he couldn't seem to connect with either his second son, Jordan, or his youngest son, Ian.

Clark's temples throbbed slightly, and he still wanted to persuade Ian, "But I don't think Superman would like people using literature to portray his life."

“This is a gross invasion of privacy.” Clark tried his best to keep his expression serious and his tone earnest, and the principles he spoke were in line with current mainstream values.

He believed he had a good chance of changing Ian's mind.

However, Clark did not know that Ian had never been confused about who Superman was; the boy simply pondered for a moment and then gave an impeccable reason.

“We all know how kind and helpful Superman is. He would never refuse to help a child in need,” Ian winked at his father.

His flattering words made Clark open his mouth several times, but he hesitated and didn't know how to respond. In the end, even the strongest fighter on Earth could only choose to back down.

“Okay, if this is the kind of work you want to write…” Clark shook his head and left his youngest son’s room to focus on preparing dinner for the whole family in the kitchen.

Of course, multitasking wasn't difficult for him. While cooking, Clark couldn't resist using his superhuman vision to spy on the underage boy's secret writing. He didn't know why he had such a strong curiosity; perhaps it was because Ian's book title was just too shocking for him.

Oh! My eyes!

The book's content is even more explosive.

Clark even felt that his mind had been polluted in some indescribable way. While children are indeed more imaginative, Clark really couldn't understand Ian's thought process.

A 40-year-old divorced, menopausal working woman with nine children becomes the object of Superman's fervent pursuit after just one glance, completely exceeding Clark's imagination. However, unexpectedly, a villain also falls for this working woman, leading to a scene where Superman, with a smirk, summons other superheroes to attack the villain.

"Crack~"

Clark couldn't help but slap himself on the forehead, not believing that such a work had any chance of being published. He couldn't even imagine what kind of mental state Ian was in to write such an absurd story—could this really be the precursor to schizophrenia that the psychiatrist had mentioned?
hiss!
Could it be that my youngest son longs to become a menopausal woman?

The more Clark thought about it, the more terrified he became. By dinner time, he still hadn't figured out how to explain to Louise what kind of stress Ian was going through.

To write such an absurd story.

Does this really help alleviate the condition?

Clark was filled with questions.

On the table.

He kept glancing at Ian, who was engrossed in his meal.

"what happened?"

Ian looked at his father with some confusion. Clark quickly forced a smile and put a chicken leg into Ian's bowl.

"Eat more, eat more."

Clark didn't want the children to see his emotions.

"I heard you didn't go to school today? Did your parents take you to see a psychologist?" Jonathan, the older brother, had neat short hair, regular features, and a face that held a touch of youthful naiveté and sunshine. As a high school student who played football, Jonathan was far more muscular than most of his peers.

He was also the most gentle and calm child in the family.

"I told you long ago that being a bookworm would cause problems. See? This proves how right I was." The second brother was thin and usually quite withdrawn.

He was slightly better at home, and even knew how to joke around. He looked at Ian with a hint of teasing and lowered his voice to give Ian advice, "But if you give me your medicine to sell at school, we'll definitely make a fortune."

These words, of course, did not escape the ears of the parents.

"Jordan!"

Louise glared at her second brother, her tone displeased, "Stop being so irresponsible. Your brother isn't a bookworm; he just loves learning more than you and Jonathan! There's nothing wrong with that!"

Jordan gave a noncommittal shrug at his mother's words.

"Also, your brother doesn't need any medication. He just has some anxiety issues, just like you," Louise added seriously.

However, the attempt to cover up the truth was a bit too obvious.

“Take your younger brother out to play more often on weekends.” Clark looked at his reliable eldest son, believing that Ian needed to be exposed to more social environments.

"Ok, no problem."

Jonathan gave his father an OK sign.

“Actually, I know quite a few girls who are very interested in Ian.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow at Ian, his tone chuckled and slightly teasing.

"Really?" Louise seemed quite pleased.

“That’s right, those girls like cute little puppies like him.” Jordan said with a hint of sourness as he fiddled with the food on his plate.

"I knew it would be like this! Look how handsome our Ian is!" Louise smiled and looked at Ian, who was currently fighting with a large piece of steak on his plate.

Ian is indeed quite good-looking.

In short, it looks very relatable.

He has thick, slightly messy brown hair, and his deep blue eyes are quite attractive to the opposite sex. Perhaps only a young Leonardo DiCaprio can compare to him.

"I actually wish I were a little stronger." Ian wasn't interested in going out with his older brother to meet the older sister, since he didn't know when he would be sacrificed.

The Kryptonian bloodline in my eldest and second brothers is really putting a lot of pressure on them.

"Then let's go out and exercise together more often!" Jonathan immediately put his arm around Ian's neck. Even though he hadn't awakened his powers yet, he already had strength far beyond that of his peers.

"Cough cough!"

Ian felt like he was being choked. Fortunately, Jonathan noticed something was wrong and released his neck in time, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Jonathan quickly apologized.

"fine."

Ian stretched his neck, not seeming to care much. He looked at his empty plate and asked his parents if he could go back to his room to rest.

“Of course, no problem, darling.” Louise kissed Ian’s cheek, and after watching Ian quickly go upstairs, she turned to look at her husband with curiosity.

"What is he busy doing? It can't be studying textbooks, can it?" Louise's intuition told her that she sensed Ian's emotions, but Clark had no idea how to answer the question.

"No, it's not about studying."

He could only control his facial muscles and try to speak in a calm voice, "I think children also need some private secrets, don't they?"

It's the same old privacy excuse.

However, it works very well for Louise.

Seeing that Louise wasn't pressing the issue, Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, Jordan's mental health and academic performance were still troublesome topics that needed to be discussed. There was no way around it; that's just how Superman's married life is—maintaining family harmony is far more troublesome than fighting disasters.

perhaps.

This is a stage that everyone has to go through, and superheroes are no exception.

[You have written diligently and grasped some writing techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]

[You have written diligently and grasped some writing techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]

……

in the room.

Ian is writing a book.

In contrast to Clark's skepticism, he himself wrote with great enthusiasm, not only to showcase his talent but also to gain professional experience through his writing.

It was a win-win situation, a double victory. Ian felt he had fallen in love with writing, but some of his special circumstances seemed to disapprove.

Even though Ian was very enthusiastic and felt he could write for several nights in a row, a very special feeling of drowsiness still came on time as time went by.

"Alas, there's no escaping it, no way to get away from it."

Ian sighed, put down his pen, and looked resignedly at the clock.

【11: 59】

……

【12: 00】

……

When time crosses the boundary between one day and another.

Ian felt a familiar twitch in his brain.

Immediately, his vision distorted, and the next moment, a leaden-gray sky, a snow-white earth, and a city in ruins appeared directly before him.

"Whoo~"

Ian exhaled as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and a white mist immediately appeared. His pupils reflected the world, and the city, with its howling winds and swirling snow, seemed to have been silent for millennia.

Everything was frozen.

He was the only living being capable of movement in this world.

Perhaps it is the only life.

(End of this chapter)