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

Chapter 60 The Absurd Daily Life of the Kent Family
The laser gun's cool touch felt incredibly real.

The laser pulse gun from the nightmare world lay quietly in Ian's arms, the words "SHIELD Property" on the gun body glowing faintly under the light of the voice-activated lamp on his bedside table.

“Not only is my scalp tingling, but my goosebumps are also starting to tingle…” Ian was genuinely astonished. He had tried countless times before, but had never been able to bring anything back from that nightmare world.

What's going on this time?
Is the nightmare beginning to infiltrate and invade the real world? Or is it related to a change in my identity information in the DC universe, from being a [regular NPC] to an [independent NPC]?
"No, I feel that the AI ​​Iron Man is more suspicious!"

Ian scratched his slightly messy hair, thinking of Gwen, who could be smashed into a meat patty and reappear intact, but without reverting to her adorable form.

I am afraid.

It's not just Gwen.

Betty, and everyone else in the base… they all probably have similar “abilities.” Ian thought back to Digital Tony’s words; he suspected that everyone in that world was just a clone with memories. As for why Gwen, who had reappeared, still remembered Ian, perhaps that memory data had the characteristic of being uploaded in real time?
This was absolutely unexpected for Ian, completely different from the "past remnants" he had imagined. Surely that world couldn't have been a purely data-driven world all along!
"Sigh, I've used my super intelligence too many times today, it's normal that I'm a little confused." Ian was completely baffled, so he found a reasonable explanation for his incomprehension. Whatever the reason, Ian believed he would find the answer when he entered that world again tomorrow night.

"Now! Go back to sleep!"

Ian looked out at the night sky and put his confusion aside. He hugged the laser gun in his hand and fell asleep again. Because he got enough sleep, he dreamed that he had grown to be 190 meters tall.

The next morning.

"Humans on Earth should also have their own plasma spark tower!"

Well, perhaps teenagers always dream about bizarre and fantastical things, which is why Ian slowly awakens with the regret of not being able to learn from Dr. Lizard and evolve all of humanity.

Looking at the warm laser gun on the bed.

Ian seemed to be deep in thought.

He knew that he probably couldn't hide this from his parents even if he kept it at home, and he didn't have a schoolbag of the right size to take it to school, so he used his super wisdom that had woken up with him.

“The most dangerous place is the safest place!” Ian sneaked into his parents’ bedroom and hid the laser gun under their bed while his “sleeping” father opened his eyes and watched.

"..."

Clark watched quietly as Ian got up from the floor and looked up, his eyes meeting Clark's, but Clark still pretended not to see anything.

"Click~"

The boy reached out and touched the bedside table twice, then slammed something onto Clark's head, before gently wiping Clark's eyelids from top to bottom.

that's it.

In the quiet, utterly quiet atmosphere, Clark closed his eyes and "watched" his youngest son tiptoe slowly out of his room.

He didn't turn over to look at what was hidden under the bed.

He didn't even open his eyes.

He simply raised his hand to rub his temples, which were a little sore from a sudden spike in blood pressure, and casually took off the noise-canceling headphones that Ian had put on his head in a way that seemed like a futile attempt to cover up the truth.

"Gulu gulu gulu~"

After tidying himself up a bit, Ian went out to school.

After a while.

"Da da da~"

The sound of someone coming downstairs rang out. The aroma of frying bacon wafted from the kitchen. Louise was frying eggs when she heard footsteps and, without turning around, greeted her eldest son, whose footsteps she recognized.

Good morning, Jonathan.

She continued to work.

"Good morning, Mom." Jonathan rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to the kitchen cabinet, intending to grab a bite to eat. But when he opened his small cupboard, he was stunned.

"Where's the protein powder I just bought?"

He suspected it was a hallucination caused by not being fully awake.

I rubbed my eyes again.

"Creamine, arginine, fish oil... all gone?!" He then discovered even more unacceptable facts, his voice trembling slightly as he exclaimed in shock.

For a professional athlete, nothing could be more devastating than this first thing in the morning. "Sorry, baby," Louise said helplessly. She didn't turn around, her mind flashing back to the astonishing image of Ian showing off all of Jonathan's supplements not long ago.

“I’ve already given Ian the money to buy you a new one tonight.” As a mother who considered herself to know her child best, Louise suspected that Ian thought this would make him as strong as Clark. It was a perfectly normal line of thinking; even if she were given ten more chances, she would never have guessed that Ian was actually trying to gain experience.

There's no medicine left.

Is it possible to take excessive supplements?
pity.

Because his liver and kidney function was already abnormally impaired, Ian did not achieve the desired results. This was a real hardship for Jonathan, who felt his strength diminish instantly without the supplements.

"Um... okay, I'll go to school and borrow some protein powder from a classmate." Although Jonathan was puzzled about what this had to do with Ian, he was always very calm as the older brother.

"哐哐哐~"

Footsteps echoed down the stairs again.

Clark and Jordan walked down one after the other.

“Dad, you got new glasses? They look pretty cool.” Jonathan noticed Clark’s brand-new black-rimmed glasses and couldn’t help but give him a thumbs up, providing him with emotional support.

only.

Clark, who has recently become mute every morning, remained silent, stirring his cereal bowl with his fork. He only gave a vague "hmm" in response to Jonathan's praise.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Jonathan didn't understand why his parents were so depressed.

"I'll go get the newspaper."

Jordan slipped out the door and returned a moment later carrying a package. He walked up to Clark with a puzzled look on his face. "Here, your package—why did it come from Gotham?"

Because of what happened yesterday.

There is still some estrangement between the father and son.

“An old friend lives there.”

Clark didn't want to take the job.

However, Jordan was very curious.

"what?"

Jordan opened the package without any address tag. Inside, there was nothing interesting or mysterious, just a few thick books sent by Clara's "old friend".

How to teach children that the Earth is not meant to be blown up

From Mischievous Kid to Supervillain: A Prevention Handbook

100 Answers to When a Child Asks "Why Can't We Do Human Experimentation?"

From "I want to be a superhero" to "I want to rule the world": The parenting crossroads

……

Jordan read out the title of each book.

All of this made Clark feel that the cereal in the bowl was even harder to chew.

"No way, what kind of friend would send you this kind of nonsense book? I think... it's all handwritten? Not a published book?" Jordan was shocked and extremely confused at the same time.

"Baji~baji~"

Clark was just chewing on his cereal.

in silence.

He watched his wife silently opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

If he could drink more, he would actually like to have a few drinks.

(End of this chapter)