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

Chapter 56: Living People in the Marvel Universe!
This is Ian's dream.

Perhaps it's the "shattered and annihilated" universe that Miss Death spoke of. Regardless of why his experience differed from the mad chef's, Ian understood that he was most likely also someone "parasitized" by the Marvel Universe.

It's not exactly bad luck.

After all, I ate enough good food in my previous life.

It's perfectly reasonable to get a tiny bit of poison in this lifetime.

“It really doesn’t matter. Even though it’s parasitizing me, I’m also drawing power from it. This dream and I each get what we need.” Ian wasn’t worried at all that he would become a madman like the sewage treatment plant cook. After all, he couldn’t hear any whispers in his ear, nor was he influenced or bewitched by any obsession with a universe.

In this deathly silent dream.

Ian couldn't even find someone to talk to.

He even wished he could hear whispers in his ear communicating with him. To be honest, as a normal person, who wouldn't want a friend that no one else can see?
How cool.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have that luck. My psychological problems are definitely related to how bored I am every night here. If there were some indescribable being who could play cards with me every night, I definitely wouldn’t need to see the chef-doctor that my dad found for me.” Ian looked up and stared at the planet devourer in the clouds for a long time.

The planet devourer fell very slowly.

It doesn't conform to the laws of physics at all.

His neck was already a little sore and weak, but he didn't even wait for the other side to actually hit the earth.

"What a waste of my feelings!" Ian wasn't in a hurry. He thought of the clear, urgent cry he'd heard before returning when he last entered this world. Perhaps there were still living beings in this world… well, according to Miss Death, perhaps they should be called remnants from this universe's past?

"Miss Death, praise be to you, are you still there?" Ian tried to pray to the goddess he had managed to curry favor with, but he didn't feel any connection between himself and the goddess. His prayer didn't even dial the wrong "phone number," connecting him to the Marvel version of "Death."

Perhaps Marvel's number one bitch is dead too.

Ian was very disappointed about this.

He also hopes that one day he can see the two goddesses of death pulling each other's "hair".

"No chance, no chance... But there must still be beings in this world who can communicate, whether they are human or not." Ian decided to try his luck again at the place where the Hulk and Homelander's corpses were.

"Even if it's just a remnant of the past, it won't stop me from asking what exactly happened in this universe—and by the way, I'll invite him to come over every night and play a few rounds of Gwent with me."

"I listened to the illusion's charm to pass the time, and the illusion had to patiently play cards with me. I won twice more." Ian identified the direction and started running towards the area he had already been to twice.

high speed.

Far exceeding that of normal people.

However, due to the slippery ground, he slipped and fell on his backside when he tried to jump over a car blocking his way, but this did not affect his speed.

"This is much faster than running!"

Ian is a very adaptable person. He used his hands as oars and his buttocks as a boat to skate on the ice, and even managed to drift by twisting his buttocks when turning.

It's a completely deserted city anyway.

You don't have to worry about getting killed in the game no matter how you play.

In fact, Ian thought it was quite fun. Once his second and eldest brothers awakened their wear-resistant steel butts, he planned to invite his family to a snowy mountain for a competition.

Use both hands and feet.

Ian quickly slid himself onto the familiar street.

however.

"Where is my Hulk, who's so big? And where is my Homelander, who blew his head off?" Ian stared blankly at the empty street.

The crater left by the Hulk is still there, but the body is gone, and even the bloodstains seem to have been cleaned up—perhaps the voice heard during the last return took the body away?

"Could it be... that it was devoured by the survivors of the apocalypse?" Ian had seen some apocalyptic movies before, and just as he was imagining a group of survivors having a BBQ around the Hulk's corpse...

"Raise your hands and state your identity and background!"

Suddenly.

A clear, crisp female voice came from behind.

With a degree of wariness.

Ian quickly got up from the ground, patted the dirt off his butt, and turned to look behind him. He saw a tall girl standing not far away.

The girl has a curvy figure.

Black leather pants accentuated her long, slender legs, and she wore a tight-fitting tactical vest. In her hand, she held a cool-looking gun, its muzzle steadily aimed at the boy not far away.

This really excited the boy.

His eyes lit up when he saw the gun in the other person's hand.

This is a great opportunity to gain experience in the [Student] profession!
"Look! My hand's in my pocket! Can't you be a little more professional? Don't you know America's traditions? At a time like this, you should be emptying my magazine right in front of me!"

Ian's gaze reflected the other's figure.

The girl had damnably large breasts.

They weighed at least several kilograms. Ian actually admired that physique, but he would have preferred that weight to be used to carry a full magazine.

"?????"

The girl was clearly taken aback when she heard Ian's words. She thought Ian was provoking her. After regaining her senses, she frowned and warned Ian in a serious tone.

"I'm not kidding you."

As she spoke, the girl slightly tilted the muzzle of her gun, aiming it at the ground beside Ian, and pulled the trigger, preparing to give Ian a warning. However, what happened next was exactly what she hadn't expected.

"Hey~"

A red light flashed by.

They had originally only aimed at the open space next to Ian.

Unexpectedly, Ian lunged at the red light, his hands reaching out in the air as he tried to catch the "bullet" that was supposed to miss him!
The girl was deeply shocked by this.

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +5]

Ian is very fast.

However, he was unable to achieve his first success.

I got nowhere.

Ian was very embarrassed.

He squeezed his hand, which he had failed to catch the bullet.

"Uh, I'm just a bit rusty. I used to be really good at handling bullets with my bare hands." Ian liked to tell a little white lie, and he thought that the bright forehead of the planet devourer in the sky was affecting his performance.

otherwise.

Even with physical abilities eight times that of an average person, you still can't catch a bullet?
That's not scientific!

"Please wait for me, thank you." Ian gestured for the bewildered girl to stop, then turned and rushed toward a frozen car parked on the side of the road.

Pure violence.

It's the simplest way to open the door.

"Clang!"

"That's not it……"

"Crack!"

"It's not..."

at last.

After searching through several abandoned cars, Ian finally found what he wanted—a pair of sunglasses.

"Give me another chance?"

Ian adjusted his state, trying to resonate with the protagonist of The Matrix.

"..."

The girl watching Ian's actions had a strange look in her eyes.

“This is a laser gun…it doesn’t fire bullets.” She said quietly, which made Ian understand why he hadn’t been able to catch the bullet, and his experience points had increased significantly.

It turns out the difficulty has been increased.

This makes sense now.

of course.

Even after realizing the truth, Ian was still unwilling to give up.

“I don’t believe you unless you shoot me again so I can’t keep up the act.” Ian was very interested in all the lasers in the other’s magazine, so he decided to use the classic tactic of feigning indifference.

just.

His attempt to provoke him failed to work.

The girl looked at him.

Rolled his eyes.

immediately.

He took out a walkie-talkie.

“Betty, this is Gwen… I’ve caught the person who can teleport, but his thinking seems a bit off. I need a doctor to come and help me with the evaluation.”

"Let's see if he's gone mad like those superheroes of the past."

The girl is calling for her accomplices.

Ian was surprised by the name the other person mentioned when referring to himself.

just.

He was more concerned about the girl's misunderstanding of him.

“I’m not crazy, and I don’t need to change my therapist.” Ian knew his therapist was a real madman, but he still felt he shouldn’t look down on Dr. Hannibal.

after all.

The drugs Dr. Hannibal used were really potent.

(End of this chapter)