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

Chapter 5 Bizarre! The Path to the Extraordinary!
The Hulk is very, very big.

His physique looks like a short, chubby half of Ultraman.

Ian wondered if he might have "logged in" to a future day in his dream, and he also wondered if he had been affected by some kind of magical curse, resulting in a fixed period of cosmic exile.

however.

He never expected that this apocalyptic world was actually on the same level as the DC universe he lived in, and that he would actually see the Hulk's corpse in this world!

Yes, the Hulk.

That famous American comic book character who grows bigger and green when he gets angry, and is said to have unlimited power, shouldn't exist in Ian's second life.

"Oh, Father... Is it really not my eyes that are blind?" Ian's throat bobbed a few times, and he felt a bizarre and absurd emotion rushing to the top of his head.

Is this the Marvel universe?
Do not!
It's not entirely the Marvel universe!

The Hulk's enormous body was like a small mountain, his skin was a cold bluish-green, his muscles were still bulging, and his hands were still raised high even as he landed on his back.

It was the thing trembling between the Hulk's hands in the cold wind that kept Ian from fully recovering from the shock of the Hulk's corpse.

Who wouldn't find this situation bizarre?

I saw.

The Hulk, with a large hole in his chest, still had his hands clenched tightly as he raised them to the sky, while his left hand was holding a head with blond hair.

The blond-haired man's eyes were wide open, his face filled with resentment and anger. The veins on his neck and the torn skin were clearly visible, swaying in the wind like his blond hair.

The Hulk's other hand gripped the torso of the head. The muscular wreckage was dressed in a dark blue uniform, with the American flag, representing American honor, on its back.

Isn't that Homelander from Ian's favorite TV series, The Boys?
Hulk and Homelander?
Two completely unrelated characters, their corpses suddenly appearing before Ian's eyes. Ian no longer wanted to think about what had happened, or what had happened between the two men before they died that led to the world becoming what it is today.

"I'm afraid I'm not really just dreaming, and I can indeed learn and level up in my dreams."

Ian felt this was all too surreal. To be honest, it was insane! He just wanted to find a reliable doctor and have a few treatment packages tailored to his needs.

Really.

Ian is afraid that without taking several kilograms of medicine, he won't be able to control his condition!
"Which is more likely, me being a madman or the world being mad? It's such a difficult question to answer," Ian couldn't help but let his mind wander.

He slowly approached the enormous green creature.

The ice and snow around the Hulk were smashed into a huge crater. Ian struggled to touch the Hulk's skin, as he was only curious about the feel of the creature's corpse.

however.

As his hand touched the green man's already congealed green blood.

next moment.

The system's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. A new job template has been unlocked. You can obtain a modified extraordinary job—[Berserker]—by fulfilling the necessary conditions for job acquisition.]

really.

This system is increasingly resembling a game system.

After hearing the notification from his system, Ian only paused for a brief second before not immediately checking the requirements for obtaining the [Berserker] class.

“What a strange connection I have with my father!” Ian’s gaze was fixed on Homelander, who was being held high in the air by the Hulk’s corpse, his body now truly in a state of “plasmolysis.”

He was like a skinny little monkey on steroids, using all his strength to climb onto the Hulk's chest, and then he planned to use the Hulk's arm as a tree trunk to climb toward Homelander's mutilated body.

It just goes to show that young people think fast. If the Hulk's blood can unlock a template for an extraordinary profession, then Ian believes that the blood from Homelander's remains will definitely have the same effect!

He wants the Berserker class!

He also wanted the extraordinary careers that Homelander would offer! Perhaps those careers would even allow Ian to be closer to his family! Just thinking about it made Ian incredibly excited, his whole body surging with adrenaline.

He struggled to climb up the Hulk's arm.

"Bah~"

The drawback of only reading books and not exercising was exposed at this moment. Because of the ice crystals on the Hulk's body, Ian's strength could only support him to climb two or three meters higher at most.

He then fell down as smoothly as if he were lying on a steel pipe coated with lubricant.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

Ian continued climbing.

"Bah~"

This time, he fell down before he even climbed three meters high.

"For the sake of the family!"

Ian sprinted again and leaped up, scrambling upwards with his hands and feet, but his shouts did not give him any amazing strength, and he only climbed to about a third of the way up the Hulk's arm.

"Bah~"

The familiar decline continues.

Ian's muscles in his hands and feet were completely drained to the limit this time.

It hurts so much.

Ian plopped down on the Hulk's cold chest muscles, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion. He felt this was illogical; he had already raised the banner of the family high, so why hadn't he unleashed his full potential?
"As expected! I still haven't fully integrated into the local life!" Ian shook his aching arm with some helplessness, and looked up at the remains of Homelander high in the sky with some reluctance.

"Giving up is not running away! It's just us waiting to see what happens tomorrow!" Ian was always very precise when it came to timing, and sure enough, he had just finished making his bold statement.

next moment.

“Ding~~~~”

The first heavy chime exploded in my ears. The sound was like the echo of an ancient church, carrying an irresistible force, as if the whole world was twisting and dissolving in the sound of the bell.

Ian's soul trembled.

An uncontrollable fear and terror surged within me.

"Dang——dang——"

The second and third sounds followed in quick succession, and Ian's vision immediately blurred.

The Hulk's corpse, Homelander's grotesque head, the frozen streets—everything faded and collapsed in the tolling of the bells, as if being sucked into some invisible vortex.

"Snapped!"

That's the sound of a forehead kissing the desk.

Ian propped his head up.

He subconsciously glanced at the peach-shaped alarm clock on the desk, a birthday gift from his second brother Jordan last year, which could emit a terrifying sound like an old lady's grotesque laugh.

【00: 42】

as always.

The time has pointed to the right moment.

(End of this chapter)