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

Chapter 76 What is a Father?

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Only the faint chirping of crickets from the lawn outside the window could be heard.

Ian held up the demon's head, staring nervously at the door blocked by the wardrobe. He kept whispering in the demon's ear, "Tell him quickly that no living being can resist the demon's seduction. His son has put up a heroic resistance, but in the end, he was defeated by you, this evil demon."

"I want to emphasize that it was a tenacious resistance that even you admire, but there was nothing we could do, you were just too strong." Ian tried to lower his voice as much as possible, making it sound like the buzzing of a mosquito.

even so.

He was still extremely nervous, and somewhat regretted not teaching Klingon on the way back, otherwise he would have been able to communicate with demons in encrypted form using the language of otaku.

"I……"

The demon's perception allowed this headless demon to clearly sense the immense pressure from the outside world, and it dared not utter such suicidal words.

It hesitated. It was just a minor demon, which was why it could only serve as a pawn, and therefore, unlike the major demons, it had no chance of standing up to Superman.

Superman has low magic resistance?
Those who believe this are devils whose graves are overgrown with weeds by now!
Just as the Minotaur was about to refuse to submit,

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ian's hammer came down again.

"Quickly tell my father that I put up a strong mental resistance to your instigation, but I couldn't hold on. Also, you are not allowed to repeat my words directly again."

He also gave a warning.

"This won't work!"

The demon gritted its teeth and put up a very stubborn resistance.

however.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The muffled thud in his head was really painful, a kind of inexplicable, soul-touching pain. Even the Minotaur Demon admired himself for being able to withstand eighteen blows.

Unfortunately, it couldn't withstand the nineteenth blow.

It was true, the enemy was simply too strong; at this moment, it wholeheartedly agreed. Unable to withstand the onslaught, the minotaur demon had no choice but to submit.

"Superman! Your son...your son has a really strong will...but...ah? Hehehe? The devil doesn't laugh like that, oh my! I laugh! I laugh!"

"However, ha, hehehehe, my bewitching power is terrifying, terrifying, terrifying... I haven't forgotten my lines! I'm just still building up my emotions!"

"My spell is irresistible to all living beings! I am the most powerful demon in hell! Look! I speak fluently and with great force! I've heard it before! I know how to say it!"

……

The Minotaur was extremely indignant.

Ian cursed inwardly, quite certain that with such poor delivery of lines, this demon would never amount to anything in politics; at best, he'd be a guest actor in Hollywood. After the minotaur demon obediently finished his lines, the room fell into an eerily quiet silence once more.

Outside.

There was no response.

Ian was on high alert, his ears perked up.

next moment.

His intuition sent a chill down his spine.

"You know I can see and hear you instigating a crippled demon, right? And I can hear your arrhythmic heartbeat." The old father's voice suddenly came from behind.

Ian turned around abruptly.

I saw.

The elderly father was trying to squeeze into his room through the not-so-large window. And "not-so-large" was only relative to Superman's massive frame.

"Oh no! I forgot to lock the window!" Ian looked at the hammer in his hand with a slight panic. He had a tiny bit of a fatherly and sonly thought, but in the end, he still didn't have the guts to go up there. He stared at Clark, who had completely squeezed into the room, and quickly hid the hammer behind his back and held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

If Ian was like this, then the demon's head turned deathly pale.

"You're right! It was this little brat who instigated me!" Its survival instinct was still very strong, and it frantically tried to shift the blame. As everyone knows, the flower language of the devil is that he is good at betrayal.

In this regard.

Clark straightened his wrinkled shirt and gave the devil a cold look.

"You know the person you're accusing is my son, right?" His words carried a seriousness that sent chills down the demon's spine. For the first time in his life, the demon was experiencing what it meant to be caught in the middle.

Ok.

It wasn't human to begin with.

Due to the demon's abilities, it could sense Superman's terrifying bio-force field and horrifying holy soul. The oppressive feeling caused crimson sweat to seep frantically from the demon's head.

"Zizzizi~"

The demon's sweat dripped onto the floor, corroding small black spots on the wooden floor. At that moment, it felt an even more overwhelming pressure that made its very soul tremble.

“You know I paid for this flooring, right?” Clark’s voice was at least eight octaves lower than usual, and Ian could even hear his father grinding his teeth.

The wear and tear on a floorboard.

This was a real blow to the frugal farm boy.

"It has nothing to do with me! This really has nothing to do with me!" As the saying goes, no one knows a father better than his son. Ian reacted extremely quickly, throwing the demon's head at Clark like a hot potato.

Clark gripped it tightly with one hand—the skull of the demon's head was deformed. However, for the demon, this was nothing compared to the pain of Ian's evil hammer.

Faced with a fate that could crush it, it still managed to come up with a few quick ideas.

"Would you believe me if I said I'm not a demon, but just a very useful trash can?" The demon's voice was shrill, and he didn't dare to look Clark in the eye.

“I’m valuable! I can work as a garbage collector and make enough money to compensate for your floor!” It has even started stealing Ian’s ideas.

"?????"

Clark looked at the creature in his hand that called itself a "trash can," then at his son's innocent face, his eyes twitched a few times, and then he took a deep breath.

She seemed to be trying to calm herself down.

"tomorrow,"

Clark finally spoke, his voice tinged with obvious restraint, "I'll find you a large, safe, and reliable cabinet to store all your... weird and wonderful toys."

He paused noticeably on the word "toy".

"what?"

Ian had expected to receive "fatherly love".

Surprisingly, it was genuine fatherly love, rather than Clark taking off his belt on the spot.

"Is this really okay?"

He was still somewhat dazed, so his tentative words sounded a little hesitant. To be honest, Ian had assumed Clark would be an extremely rigid person.

"As long as you don't stuff these weird things under my and your mother's beds, and you take the appropriate safety precautions, there won't be any problems." Clark looked extremely helpless.

However, he still nodded to Ian—as someone who had once been just as special a child, Clark probably understood better than anyone how to accept a child's specialness.

His parents.

They have set the best example for him in the past.

just now.

Of course, it was his turn.

Having broken the mystery of her womb, Lin Le looked up at this world with dragons, bodhisattvas, and immortals.

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(End of this chapter)