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

Chapter 52 Rank Advancement! World Recognition!
The night wind howled.

Ian's hair was blown into a mess.

He was glad he wasn't British; otherwise, if he let his hair be blown around by such a fierce wind, the probability of him going bald at a young age would surely rise from 80% to around 90%.

"Are you sure you don't need someone to deal with the... problem inside you?" Clark was flying with Ian by the back of his neck, having already stopped Ian from trying to climb onto his back for the fifth time.

Clark didn't initially refuse, as it was an opportunity to show his fatherly love. However, when he discovered that Ian was trying to pull his hair, he chose to hold Ian in his hands instead. Perhaps teenagers don't need to worry about baldness, but a Kryptonian in his forties doesn't have that much confidence.

"It's really not necessary!"

Ian looked at the negative effect of "Curse of Blood" on his status bar and was very glad that even though Miss Death took away that shattered world, his negative status was not cleared like his father's.

[You are being corrupted by fel energy. Experience points +1]

What a beautiful voice! It's like a VIP treatment that you only get in a game where you can level up to 99 in one hit. It's practically the same as having an auto-leveling feature enabled!
“I think you need… Your body has already started to become contaminated.” Superman looked down at his youngest son, Ian, whose skin had indeed begun to turn green.

It has clearly been severely corrupted by evil energy.

only.

Ian didn't care.

"Bearing this curse will strengthen my mind and hone my superpowers!" Ian activated the [Healing Frenzy] skill, making himself look pink again.

I saw.

In the blink of an eye, the green color that had appeared on Ian's body had completely faded away.

The flesh and blood corrupted by evil energy were healed.

As for the cost—it was just a little bit of fat. Ian felt a little hungry and missed the nourishing soup he had eaten before. He wished he could have a few sips of that soup anytime, anywhere.

It's just like a mana potion in a game.

"Train your mind and superpowers?" Clark wasn't surprised that Ian could control the corrosive energy; he had already noticed Ian's unusual nature when he followed him.

"Yes, that's right... This is a kind of test for me by the boss!" Ian started to raise the banner. He often liked to tell little lies, and now he was doing it to preserve his negative state.

In this regard.

Clark paused for a moment, but did not insist further. This was mainly because he truly did not understand Ian's strange abilities and was also worried that his intervention might affect Ian's "growth".

“If you feel unwell, be sure to tell me immediately.” Clark weighed the options for a moment before finally deciding to compromise. He knew that the energy within Ian was different from what he had been infected with before.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely go to Dad if there’s any problem. After all, I’m terrified of dying.” Ian nodded quickly. He was telling the truth. For many years, he had worried that his life might be sacrificed at any moment.

Fortunately, things are different now.

[Resisting Death] gave him an unprecedented sense of peace.

and.

Name: Ian Kent

[Common Occupation: Student lv7 [78/640]]

[Special Class: Berserker LV3 [4/40]]

[Global Recognition: Independent NPC]

The change in the panel was also something Ian was quite pleased with. His [World Recognition] had changed, from [Ordinary NPC] to [Independent NPC].

This was clearly the reward from "them" that Miss Death had mentioned. Although it still carried the label "NPC," Ian believed it was a character with its own "storyline." Yes, it was no longer the kind of tragic sacrifice used to appease the heavens at the slightest disagreement; it would take at least two or three disagreements before it was sacrificed.

The state of "resisting death".

This made him incredibly difficult to kill. Unless something extraordinary happened, he was unlikely to be implicated. This was the stable life Ian had dreamed of for the past fourteen years!

If only we could have done this sooner.

Why would a minor, harmless psychological problem arise?
"Praise be to Miss Death!"

Ian prayed silently in his heart.

He could feel that whenever he prayed, he would connect with some mysterious will in the dark. And now, he immediately sensed the other party's speechless expression.

"Oh, right, Dad, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Ian's stomach was rumbling because he had used the [Self-Healing Frenzy] ability, and he looked down at the street that was getting closer and closer, full of anticipation.

“Just eat the nutritionally limited white food you’ve been talking about,” Clark replied, then paused for a moment, “Don’t say anything that will frighten your mother when you get home.”

“She’s been feeling tightness in her chest lately, and her health isn’t very good.” Clearly, Clark was afraid that Ian would say something shocking when he got back, causing Louise, an ordinary person, to have huge emotional ups and downs.

"no problem!"

Ian patted his father's steely chest and made his promise.

"..."

Superman was extremely frustrated.

soon.

He then took Ian back home.

In the dining room.

Warm yellow light shone on the wooden dining table. Louise came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly cooked eggs. Clark had already changed back into his home sweater and put on his home glasses.

Where are you guys?

Ian didn't find his brother playing video games in the living room.

“They also have social needs, so they won’t be back for dinner tonight.” Louise served Ian a few fried eggs, and then brought out a large bowl of creamy mashed potatoes full of sugar from the kitchen.

"Mom, do you mean Jonathan went on a date with a girl, while Jordan was just wandering around the streets like a street urchin, pretending that he was also on a date with a girl?"

Ian knew his two older brothers too well; he wasn't worried about getting diabetes at such a young age, so he immediately filled his plate with lots of creamy mashed potatoes.

"Yes……"

Louise nodded helplessly.

She also knows her three sons well.

Therefore.

Louise was also quite skeptical of Ian's "background recap" just now.

"Let me reiterate what you just said."

"Are you sure a goddess who has lived for countless billions of years loves you to death, and because she can't bear to see you hurt, she's willing to risk losing her divine position to guide you to resolve a crisis that could affect your father?" To be honest, it's no wonder Louise's expression became increasingly strange.

She felt like this was a plot straight out of one of Ian's nonsensical romance novels. Ever since reading Ian's work, Louise felt like her brain was about to explode.

"Yes, I actually helped her solve a big problem, but she was too embarrassed to say thank you." Ian had been keeping this in mind ever since they met at the sewage treatment plant.

I still hold a grudge.

(End of this chapter)