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

Chapter 66 Isn't this a superpower too? [Seeking monthly votes]

to be frank.

If Rachel hadn't reminded him, Ian would have almost forgotten that his head was still on fire—mainly because the system's occasional notifications of "Experience Points +1" could easily cause intermittent amnesia.

"Sorry, I was wondering why Mr. White looked so terrified just now. He must have thought I was the real Ghost Rider, but I think I'm more like the invincible Zoffy."

Ian walked somewhat reluctantly to the pool where the pipe had burst long ago.

The stream flows like a spring.

However, it could not extinguish the fires of hell.

"Hey~"

Rachel saw this.

With mixed feelings, he reached out to help Ian.

She has many abilities.

It instantly extinguished the hellfire on Ian's head.

"Thank you."

Ian did indeed feel much cooler. He activated his healing ability, his hair grew wildly, and even his slightly damaged face regained its smooth texture.

The kind of smoothness that Deadpool would be incredibly jealous of.

"General MacArthur once said that if someone helps you, you should treat them to Häagen-Dazs, so now you only owe me nine Häagen-Dazs."

Ian felt refreshed again.

However, this doesn't mean he doesn't want free ice cream.

And to this.

Raven Rachel did not respond.

“Your ability is amazing…” Rachel had witnessed Ian’s self-healing ability firsthand. Her eyes flickered slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she cautiously asked.

"Is your personality a side effect of your abilities?" She spoke in a particularly tactful way, clearly having made the most of her language skills, which she wasn't particularly good at to begin with.

"You mean the point about being very likable? A lot of girls say that." Ian understood what the other person meant. After all, he was super smart, so he shrugged regretfully and replied, "Actually, I'm also quite annoyed by this. Every day when I come to school, I have to throw away the love letters stuffed up in my desk."

He was telling the truth.

but.

Rachel hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

She genuinely admired the adaptability of the girls at this high school.

"What are you doing?" Rachel was puzzled by the boy's behavior as she saw Ian rummaging through the dilapidated classroom, mixing up some chemicals.

“Of course, it’s about destroying the evidence—Mr. White taught me this, he always thought I might go to Gotham for college.” Ian shook the thermos in his pocket.

He learned that Mr. White was a very capable chemist from that class.

"..."

Rachel found herself not at all surprised by this.

She watched silently as Ian poured the concocted chemical solution onto the green, rotting remains of the demon, and then saw the boy turn around and give her a heartfelt reminder.

"The demons contaminated by my saliva have lost their edible value." Ian realized that the chemical solution had no effect and couldn't help but feel regretful, thinking that chemistry really does have its limits.

“No one wants to eat a creature from hell—except you.” Rachel’s voice was as steady as a flat line on an electrocardiogram. She raised her hand, and crimson energy cascaded down like a waterfall.

The demon's remains instantly turned to ashes.

"Indeed, magic is still the most effective." Ian was somewhat envious. He also wanted to become a magician, but he didn't know if they could find Doctor Strange's body in the Marvel universe.

Magic in the DC Universe comes at a particularly high price.

Even dogs wouldn't learn that.

His main problem is that he can't find a place where he won't get ripped off.

"You don't know magic?"

Rachel was somewhat confused.

She strongly suspected that Ian was also the illegitimate son of some hellish boss, because only demons like to devour demons, and the way Death treated this boy before indicated that the boy's background was definitely not simple.

"It will happen, it will happen. Once I learn the Light spell, I'll be a qualified mage." Ian found a rag and began wiping the places he had touched throughout the classroom.

"You should be glad our school doesn't have surveillance cameras."

Ian spoke confidently to the girl behind him, "How did you know?"

Rachel was slightly surprised.

“The principal would occasionally ask me to help her file taxes on her illicit income, so I knew that five dollars could only buy a cheap plastic model—I didn’t get a full scholarship every year because I was the best student.”

“This is a blessing from the principal.” Ian’s answer once again brought the determined girl into a long silence. She found it hard to imagine that this was something a fourteen-year-old boy should do.

"Gotham truly deserves you."

After a long time.

Rachel gave Ian extremely high praise.

“Actually, I won’t go to Gotham. The Joker is there… he’s a tiny bit scarier than Batman.” Ian didn’t dislike Mr. Wayne because he was his big financial backer.

However, he is a normal person.

It's perfectly reasonable for them to be wary of Gotham's true madmen.

"Yes, in a limited living space, people of the same kind will kill each other. This is the law of nature, and I understand you," the expressionless girl said.

His tone was flat, yet it possessed a power that struck straight to the heart.

"Are you serious?"

Ian thought he should take the girl in front of him to see Dr. Hannibal Lecter for a checkup.

And right now.

"Buzz~"

Without warning, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out from downstairs.

"We should leave here."

Rachel stood by the window and looked down. Police cars and fire trucks had appeared on campus. She looked back at Ian; the boy was still carefully wiping away every possible fingerprint.

"Don't panic."

Ian wasn't in a hurry.

“The fire department and police won’t come up before we leave; it’s tradition.” He was certain of this, a scientific conclusion he reached through his research.

"Are you saying they are completely incompetent?"

Rachel was about to agree.

next moment.

Ian shook his head slightly.

"No, no, no, I was actually praising them for being smart. They do the work for the salary they're paid for each month—only smart people can survive their internships in the Metropolis."

"Of course, Gotham is more terrifying; Gotham only talks about fate and luck."

Ian believes that statistical data never lies.

"..."

Rachel was speechless.

She wanted to argue.

Yet, for some reason, Ian's words made a lot of sense. And indeed, this proved to be true; Ian cleaned for another two minutes, but no footsteps were heard outside in the hallway.

"knock off!"

Ian burned the rag to ashes. He certainly didn't know how to clean up the scene perfectly, but being careful was never wrong, and the less negligence, the better.

"Can you fly? I just heard the demon call you a raven." Ian's gaze was fixed on Rachel's back and hair, making Rachel somewhat puzzled by the look.

“I’m not Superman, but…” Rachel took a deep breath and helplessly extended her hand to Ian, “I think I have a better way to escape than flying away from here.”

She watched as the curious Ian placed his hand in hers.

next moment.

The ability to teleport and cross dimensions is activated.

The two men vanished instantly from the empty classroom. And just as Ian believed in science, police and firefighters appeared shortly after they left.

how to say.

Isn't that a kind of superpower?
(End of this chapter)