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

Chapter 36 A meticulous boy! Calling for help from the superheroes!
The reward for breaking a bone was quite substantial; Ian grimaced but also felt a surge of satisfaction. Lying on the ground, he activated his [Self-Healing Frenzy] skill.

It has to be said that this skill is still incredibly useful. In an instant, a scorching power surged from his heart to every part of his body. The broken bones emitted a faint "crackling" sound.

The severed blood vessels and bones reconnected like sprouting vines.

It's as if countless "self-healing factors" are traveling through the bone marrow, piecing the fragments back together. Muscle fibers writhe like living things, and torn tendons are woven and stitched together as if by an invisible hand.

Aside from feeling increasingly hungry, Ian felt like he had returned to his peak. If it weren't for the large number of people in the hospital, he would have wanted to go upstairs and jump a few more times.

By fiddling with it a few times, the Berserker's level can be increased.

"I knew the DC Universe needed its own Deadpool!" Ian was increasingly eager to obtain the Long-lasting Blessing, wondering what price he would have to pay for such happiness.

"I'm lively and energetic again, hehe."

soon.

Ian was able to stand up abruptly, and amidst the gasps of the onlookers, his newly healed legs shot towards the hospital entrance like a V8 engine.

no way.

I can't do it without running.

Ian was very self-aware. This wasn't a joke; he clearly understood that if the doctors caught him, he probably wouldn't pass the psychiatric evaluation at the hospital.

"It's all my fault for being corrupted by evil spirits!"

Ian was very hungry.

He looked around.

There's still time.

Even though he stopped halfway through, gave a child two dollars that had been wiped with fingerprints, and then snatched the child's chocolate, the doctors and nurses who were taking the elevator downstairs didn't get a single bite of his food.

When the group arrived outside the building.

Ian had even disappeared into the streets outside the hospital.

With lightning speed.

That's referring to his speed.

“The organs here… no, where’s the boy?” The doctors and nurses looked at the collapsed green belt, their ears filled with the discussions of passersby about the “medical miracle.”

"The boy lay on the ground twitching a few times, then suddenly sprang to life like a zombie! He jumped up and ran! Could this be the end of the world, and he's already become the mother zombie?"

This is a comment from a game enthusiast.

"Sixth floor! I saw him fall from the sixth floor! I don't know who pushed him! Thank God! A miracle saved this poor little boy!"

Some people dressed as priests are also trying to use this as a means of spreading the gospel.

"Doctor! Is that guy one of the bio-engineered humans you secretly created? He stole my chocolate and even paid for it! I was so touched that I didn't dare move!"

The boy who spoke next was holding two US dollars in his hand, which he suspected were counterfeit.

"??????"

how to say.

The doctors and nurses listened intently. They might have understood what a miracle was, but what about medicine? Where was medicine? A group of nurses and doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.

soon.

Amidst a mix of bewilderment and a sense of absurdity, they noticed the familiar boy running back from afar.

"Hiss! He's really alive!"

The nurses and doctors were stunned.

They stood there, stunned.

Watching Ian miraculously survive—no, to be precise, resurrect—he returned with a hammer, bypassed them, and ran into the hospital building behind them.

The boy seemed to be in a hurry to do something.

"Is he going to seek revenge on the person who pushed him down?"

Everyone wanted to go in and see what was going on, and some people made guesses, but the doctors and nurses didn't dare to say anything. They were afraid that if they told the truth that Ian had jumped off the building, no one would believe them.

"Bang bang bang~"

It was the sound of something being smashed one after another.

Before the group of brain-dead doctors and nurses could even react to what had happened, they saw Ian, his clothes tattered, running out again while carrying a bunch of surveillance hard drives and smashing them with a hammer.

Security personnel chased after them. "Biubiubiu~"

Even though Ian isn't a limited-edition skin.

The security personnel, though armed, were truly capable of drawing and firing their guns. However, Ian, with his agile movements, moved like an eel, and his running speed was not slowed down or hindered in the slightest.

"Superboy! He must be a superhero!"

"My God! What am I seeing?!"

"Father! Take your hands off my son's bottom!"

……

While everyone stared in disbelief, Ian had already rushed out of the hospital, leaving the stunned medical staff wide-eyed, completely unable to recover from what had just happened.

After a long time.

"Destroying evidence! This young man is really—meticulous! Too meticulous!" Someone exclaimed sincerely, and only then did they begin to realize why Ian had returned.

Yes.

Ian's goal was to erase the surveillance he left behind in this place. To be honest, even if Ian were to be exposed as different from others, it's highly unlikely that he would be taken to a lab.

After all, his dad is Superman.

If he isn't banned, he's a god among men; if he is, let's not even talk about it... And my mother has a general grandfather, so how can he not be considered a true American?

Of course, with global recognition as a sword of Damocles, nothing is certain, and we must be more cautious in certain situations. That's why Ian returned and bought a hammer along the way.

"That wretched woman, the fake Grim Reaper Tessa, she tricked me so badly!" Ian knew who should pay for what happened today, but he only dared to think that to himself.

Should we settle accounts with that woman?

Even a berserker shouldn't feed kills.

Ian knew his own limitations; all he could do was ensure that Metropolitan General Hospital wouldn't come after him for compensation for various financial losses.

……

time flies.

In the afternoon.

Inside an apartment building.

Carla Danvers, enjoying her rare vacation, returned to her residence carrying a paper bag containing the fried chicken and fries she had been craving that day.

"Catching up on the latest shows and eating some fresh and juicy fried chicken and fries, this kind of holiday life is just wonderful!" Kara Danvers was in a pretty good mood because of the holiday.

only.

Her good mood lasted only until she stepped into the apartment lobby.

As Kara entered, a boy with holes in his clothes and withered leaves on his head ran out of the apartment building's stairwell and reached out to snatch the paper bag containing food from her hand.

"Don't think you can mess with me just because I'm a girl. You dare to rob me in broad daylight?" Kara dodged the boy's sneak attack and glared at him sternly with a frown.

Despite the food robber's incredible speed, Kara was far faster than the boy, and all his actions appeared to her in slow motion.

"I'm so hungry. If those security guards at the hospital hadn't kept stealing my gold coins, I would definitely be able to support myself." The boy showed off his ripped pocket.

He immediately reached for the delicious-smelling fast food.

"Hospital security guards attacked you?" Kara dodged again. Originally, she thought she had encountered a handsome delinquent and was considering that she should teach this good-looking young man a lesson.

however.

"Auntie, give me a bite, just one bite." The boy barely uttered a word before the Super Girl, who always secretly boasted that she was the second strongest in the world, froze on the spot as if she had been hit by a critical strike.

He was instantly killed!
"Who is your cousin?!"

Kara was completely bewildered and felt her head buzzing.

So, Ian seized the opportunity and successfully snatched the food from her hands. It turns out that the super brain of a mere Kryptonian is no match for the slightest bit of Ian's brain function.

of course.

Even the wise Ian has his nemesis.

"Ptooey! It's Penguin Cola! Gotham wastewater!" He was afraid that if he drank Gotham's water, he would become a ghost of Gotham. As for the Joker virus, who knows if it even exists?

(End of this chapter)