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

Chapter 49 The Source of the Nightmare! A Mysterious Catastrophe!
They ignored the Titan's insane curse.

five minutes later.

Superman's mood calmed down a little.

"Do you two even understand how dangerous this place is?" Clark turned his gaze to his child—and his cousin, who had previously seemed to have been used as a weapon.

"Uh...he brought me here! He said he needed to save your life!" Kara immediately started complaining, without any concealment, completely betraying Ian.

Clark heard this.

The pupils swayed.

He thought about his unusual feelings last night, and Ian's "incoherent ramblings."

"Who told you to come here?"

Clark suddenly looked at Ian.

"My super intelligence?" Ian answered honestly. This time he was truly telling the truth; he relied entirely on reasoning. However, Clark's expression grew increasingly smug, as if he wanted to punch someone.

"Wait a minute, we need to have a serious talk." Clark said to Ian seriously, then turned around and released several heat rays, causing the already damaged Titan to begin to crumble violently.

immediately.

The surrounding lights and shadows began to shatter, revealing the sewage treatment plant restaurant outside the light and shadows once again. The countless scattered lights and shadows seemed to be frantically gathering together, drawn by some force.

Black spheres began to condense.

among them.

It was as if a shattered world was constantly flashing before his eyes, and countless resentful souls were howling outwards. Superman, however, seemed to have already witnessed this before and was not surprised at all.

"what is this?"

Kara wanted to go forward and touch it.

"Don't touch it!"

Clark pulled Kara back.

His eyes were serious, filled with worry and vigilance.

"Is this what hurt you?" Kara looked down at Clark's arm. She could feel Clark's injury, so it wasn't hard to guess why Clark was so hesitant.

"Did the person who brought you here tell you how to deal with this thing?" Clark didn't answer Kara, but turned to look at Ian, who was staring at the black sphere in astonishment.

"I don't know, that big shot didn't say."

Ian's eyes were clear.

"Perhaps I can take care of it?" He also wanted to be like Gul'dan, with his body filled with fel energy every day. Just thinking about it made him realize that the leveling speed would be incredibly fast.

Think of this.

Ian couldn't help but swallow hard.

Clark saw his reaction clearly.

“Pica… Dr. Hannibal Lecter mentioned this symptom.”

Just as Superman couldn't help but sigh, preparing to call Kara to use the heat ray with him to see if they could destroy the evil black sphere that was solidifying in mid-air and would soon escape.

"Become our new hope!"

The black ball trembled violently, then shot straight toward Ian like an arrow! Superman reacted quickly and raised his hand to intercept it, but the black ball seemed to become ethereal and passed right through his palm.

[Data that can be merged has been detected!]

Ian heard a notification from his system out of the blue.

"Ah~"

He was overjoyed.

He immediately opened his mouth.

Prepare to receive handouts delivered to your door.

And right now.

Everything is frozen in time.

The world around us faded wildly.

"Are you crazy!?"

A fair hand appeared out of thin air.

He grabbed Ian by the throat.

This made it impossible for Ian to swallow the duck that was already in his mouth. Then, the figure of the fake Death Goddess Tessa, or perhaps some female boss who wished to remain anonymous, gradually appeared.

She simply pinched Ian's throat.

"Pfft~"

The black ball was then spat out by Ian.

"People stealing food!?"

Ian was furious. What could he do? Faced with one of the strongest beings in the universe, he could only watch as the other's gloved hand grasped the black ball.

"Do you even know what this is? You dare put it in your mouth?" The female boss held the black ball with a cautious, almost trembling, air. Upon hearing this...

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"How would I know what it is if I don't eat it?" He used his peculiar logic to cover up the truth that the system had told him it was non-toxic and edible.

"..."

The female boss clearly didn't have much suspicion.

Her attention was focused on the mysterious black ball in her hand.

"This is a broken world... You can think of it as part of a universe, well, a fragment of the universe, containing things that don't belong to our universe."

“Yes, it is part of another universe, the remnants of a universe.” The woman gently shook the black sphere in her hand, and ripples began to appear on its surface.

Countless tiny lights and shadows could be faintly seen flickering inside.

It was as if countless living beings were roaring within it.

"Hiss! Is it that high-end?" Ian's mood was not calm. Just as his gains were not ideal, he had a chilling feeling about the explanation given by the female boss.

“So, there is still life in these shattered universes.” Although Ian felt a slight unease, he immediately seized the opportunity to try and extract information that would be useful to him.

"They are just remnants of the past, not life... Of course, if these cosmic remnants are allowed to reside in another universe and revive, those remnants will indeed gain life again."

The female boss didn't know why she wasn't the riddle solver this time.

She started answering every question.

Ian, of course, wouldn't let this rare opportunity slip by. "It can be like this? One universe parasitizing another? Like a parasite?"

He couldn't help but think of several people he had met who didn't belong to the DC Universe.

Is this also a form of cosmic parasitism?
Just as Ian couldn't help but start to have doubts...

"To be precise, only universes that are already broken and only have some remnants left will choose to parasitize, while for those universes that are still intact, they will choose a gentler way. Such silent merging is difficult for us to detect, far less easy for us to detect than the parasitism of these cosmic remnants."

The female boss looked at the black ball in her hand with disgust.

"us?"

Ian caught the details.

"This is not a question you should be concerned with."

The female boss clearly didn't want to answer his question.

"Ok."

Ian was processing the information. "So, why would this shattered universe appear inside a chef's body? Is it because they choose a chosen one?"

This even concerned Ian himself.

He had no choice but to omit it.

"If you want to parasitize our universe, you naturally need to choose a vessel within this universe... a vessel with a 'legitimate' identity, but don't think of this as a lucky thing."

“These foreign substances will seek out lives that are weak-willed or empty inside, and give them illusory power and vision, making them believe that they have obtained some kind of mission.”

"However, in reality, all those who are parasitized by these broken universes are tools that can be used and then discarded. The unlucky guy you forced to his death is not the one your father met yesterday."

The female boss gave Ian a deep look.

"You should thank me for saving you, otherwise you would have become a manipulated puppet and a madman who gradually loses his own will, just like all the people involved in the cases I've handled."

“Many voices will surge and sway in your mind… those are the obsessions of past remnants in the cosmic debris.” Her voice was very serious.

"Believe me, no one can withstand such devastation, not even someone like us..." The female boss's words suddenly stopped, and a sigh appeared on her face.

I don't know who she was thinking of.

"Hmm? Why is your face getting paler and paler?" The female boss lost her memories and looked at Ian again, only to find that the young man in front of her looked very strange.

Even in a black and white world, the boy's face was frighteningly pale.

"It's nothing... I'm actually fair-skinned too." Ian forced a smile, feeling as if he had finally found the reason for the nightmare world he entered every night.

but.

This still doesn't seem to explain some situations.

For example, a mission?

He didn't!
What kind of obsessive voice is that?

Neither did he!

Even his minor psychological ailments have been cured almost immediately.

Is this right?
Actually, upon closer reflection, there are other differences between myself and that chef. The chef's strength comes from some shattered universe, which is ephemeral and unreliable, while my strength comes from the system.

It was incredibly solid.

There's absolutely no comparison!

Upon thinking about this, Ian suddenly felt calm again.

I calmed down.

(End of this chapter)