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

Chapter 61 The Teacher Ascends to Heaven! Death Reappears!
The Kent family's morning was anything but peaceful.

However, Mr. Kent's school life was relatively peaceful.

In the classroom, sunlight streamed obliquely through the windows onto the desks. Ian pushed up his new glasses and turned to look at his blond classmate, who always arrived at the classroom just in time.

"Hello, ma'am."

He deliberately lowered his voice to remain polite.

however.

Madison's gaze, however, was rather strange.

“Studyaholic, what are you up to now?” She glanced at Ian’s slightly changed face. “You want me to compliment your new glasses? They don’t even look like a fashionable designer brand.”

Madison has a doctoral level of expertise when it comes to mainstream luxury goods, so she's pretty sure that the glasses Ian is wearing are no different from the mass-market brands you can buy for a few dozen dollars on the street.

"Hey~"

Ian has tried more than ten times today, but still hasn't been able to use his dad's glasses successfully even once. He strongly suspects that these broken glasses have a built-in ability to recognize their owner.

"It could also be that I lack a biofield."

The boy thought with a hint of regret.

Madison seemed to be used to Ian's capriciousness. She plopped down in her chair and started taking out her makeup. She spent the entire morning's classes fine-tuning her makeup.

The teacher turned a blind eye to this.

"I have an audition after school."

The girl was eager to share her life with her friends.

however.

[You have diligently worked on the drawing and grasped some writing techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]

[You have diligently worked on the drawing and grasped some writing techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]

……

Ian is leveling up.

Wanting to release "The Boys" as soon as possible to see if he could unlock Homelander's template profession, his performance, which was so perfunctory that he didn't even bother to give a perfunctory answer, left Madison speechless.

"What are you drawing?"

She leaned closer to look at Ian's sketchbook.

I saw.

The character above, who looks like Superman, is—Crescent Moon Sky Slash.

"hiss!"

Madison gasped.

"Aren't you afraid Superman will come after you for slandering his image?" To be honest, Madison also found the comic quite novel, but he was still a little worried about his deskmate's "safety".

Superman would never kill a child.

But that doesn't mean Superman won't beat up kids.

“Don’t worry… Superman is truly magnanimous; his son can attest to that.” Ian didn’t look up, continuing with his writing.

He dared not add too many of his own ideas, for fear of affecting his professional achievements, which made him feel that the work was slightly lacking in talent.

"Uh, Superman has a son? That's some wild gossip, even more outrageous than the rumors I've seen online." Madison, of course, didn't believe Ian's "nonsense."

that's it.

During casual conversation.

time flies.

Lunchtime arrived quickly.

canteen.

Sam Winchester, whose family were all witchers and who came from a distinguished background, sat down furtively opposite Ian. After looking around, he handed over a crumpled piece of paper.

"All my family's knowledge about death is in there."

He spoke in a low voice.

"Okay, thank you, Sam."

Ian took the paper, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and continued to rummage through the mashed potatoes on his plate.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

Sam was somewhat surprised.

Ian's expression stiffened slightly. "I've figured it out, the kind of profound realization, so suddenly I don't like fighting and killing as much anymore. I think the Grim Reapers' lives are also lives."

He gave a vague answer.

"?????"

Sam looked bewildered.

It was as if he hadn't understood what Ian was saying at all.

And at this time.

When Ian saw the somewhat simply dressed classmate from the next class, he suddenly put down his fork as if he had just remembered something. "By the way, do you need the best lunch loan?"

This is one of Ian's core businesses at the school.

It has a wide audience.

Sam was visibly taken aback after hearing that.

“No need, my family has credit cards.” He chose to refuse. As a traditional witcher family, they never had to spend their own money on meals, and credit card fraud was their core skill.

"Ok."

Ian nodded regretfully.

"Um... so, my dad should be alright now, right? You're not going to cause him any trouble, are you?" Sam hesitated for a moment before finally mustering the courage to ask Ian.

"Of course not, I'm not a school bully."

Ian gave his overly cautious classmate a strange look. "Uh..."

Sam didn't believe Ian.

Ian was probably the only one in the entire school who didn't think he was a school bully—his limited emotional intelligence came into play, and he ultimately didn't reveal the truth. Instead, he got up and left as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

After watching Sam leave, Ian quickly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered devoutly, "Thank you, great Miss Death, for bestowing upon me a wonderful lunch today..."

He was testing whether the goddess of death had been spying on him.

The response came quickly as usual.

"You have a nice lunch, so you're here to disturb mine?" The voice was tinged with annoyance and questioning, but Ian did not respond after hearing it.

After all, they've already tested the waters.

His romantic relationships for today have also been established.

There's no need to overdo it.

"I also thank my godfather."

Ian didn't show favoritism. After dinner, it was time for afternoon PE class. Ian mingled with the crowd and ran, deliberately controlling his speed to keep himself in the middle of the group.

"Ian! Help me up!"

Emily, the simp girl, fell down in front of Ian.

Ian took a step.

It skipped the obstacle directly.

He knew that superheroes should hide their extraordinary abilities in the crowd.

"..."

Emily was really hurt this time; she was completely numb.

She was met with relentless ridicule from Madison and several other girls.

During free time, most students choose a sport to exercise. However, Ian believes in the power of technology to improve health and plans to go to the gym after school to buy a few dragons to try out.

therefore.

He found a quiet spot on the steps to sit down, pulled a wad of crumpled banknotes from his pocket, and began counting them one by one. His deskmate, Madison, who wasn't particularly fond of sports, seemed to have just finished a fight with someone.

Her hair was messy.

There were several scratches on his face from fingernails.

"What are you doing here?" Madison saw Ian writing something in his notebook, sat down next to Ian, and took Ian's Coke.

"Settling accounts."

Ian doesn't like to look up when he's serious.

"You're even going to tally up how much money you've received?" Madison asked, sounding somewhat surprised. She glanced at the banknotes in Ian's hand; they looked to be at least several thousand dollars.

This is absolutely a huge sum of money.

This is true even for adults.

"This is for tax filing."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief and calculated his minimum tax return amount.

"My God, you're something else! Collecting protection money at school and you still have to worry about taxes?" Madison was clearly hearing this for the first time.

She widened her eyes.

The way they looked at Ian was as if he were an alien.

"First of all, this is earned money, not protection money. Secondly, what do I have to do to make people believe that I am one of America's truly law-abiding citizens?"

Ian looked at Madison strangely. It wasn't that he thought Madison was an alien, but rather that he seemed to see Madison being taken away by the IRS for tax evasion in the future.

"..."

The delinquent girl was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

And just then.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the campus, shaking the ground. Students looked around in panic, quickly discovering that the explosion originated from the direction of the teaching building.

Thick smoke was billowing out of a window.

"That's...our chemistry classroom?"

Madison shielded his eyes from the sunlight and squinted at the teaching building.

“Let me see.” Ian also looked up, and then began to count seriously, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…”

Madison was very confused by his behavior.

"What are you counting?"

Madison stared wide-eyed but couldn't see anything in the thick smoke.

"I'm counting our chemistry teachers."

Ian counted it several times.

It was confirmed that chemistry teacher Walter White was beyond saving. He saw Death in black clothes in the smoke, and what appeared to be a blue-haired girl standing next to Death.

"Huh? Don't we only have one chemistry teacher?" Madison, being a delinquent girl with poor grades, clearly hadn't realized what Ian was counting yet.

"Now there's more than one."

Ian calmly gave his answer, his gaze fixed on the direction of the teaching building.

Death and the girl are talking.

It was quite intense.

Ian was looking forward to seeing them pull each other's hair.

(End of this chapter)