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

Chapter 77 Re-entering Marvel, Ian's Identity?
For Clark.

This is a legacy of his family values.

For Ian...

He still couldn't quite comprehend such an unexpected situation.

"Thank you, Dad!" Of course, he was still very grateful for his father's understanding, and his face lit up with a look of surprise. He took a step forward and gave Clark a firm hug.

He could feel his father's muscles tense up for a moment.

Then came the helpless relaxation.

A warm, family-like atmosphere permeated the air.

And at this time.

"Your physical changes are related to your impersonation of Batman, aren't they?" Clark suddenly asked, causing Ian's body to stiffen again.

Sure enough, even with a hug full of familial affection, he still couldn't escape this. Ian understood; his physical changes couldn't possibly hide from Superman's eyes.

Clark was released.

Ian took a few steps back.

“It’s a long story, so I’ll keep it short.” He nodded to Clark, who waited a few seconds but found that his son didn’t intend to continue.

"Why are not you talking?"

Clark's face was full of confusion.

however.

“I told you, to make a long story short… this is short.” Ian nodded to Clark again, reminding his father, who probably didn’t use the super brain as often as he did.

The air in the room froze again.

Clark's forehead veins throbbed slightly, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly, "Batman said he thinks highly of you and will give you one of his suits."

He didn't press the matter further.

Instead, he went to Ian's desk. Superman probably didn't realize that Ian knew Wayne was Batman, so he didn't betray his Justice League teammates in front of his youngest son.

“It’s okay, Dad. I don’t want to be Batman anymore. Batman just gets beaten up. I still want to be Superman like you. I remember you have a black suit, right?”

Ian felt that his high emotional intelligence was on full display at this moment. He knew that if his son didn't admire him, the father would definitely be disappointed, so he showed his love for the Superman suit.

This is genuine affection.

If he learns a few more of the "Savage Tyrant" skills, who can say that Ian Kent isn't Superman's son? Ian is delighted about this, while Clark is still unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Trying to curry favor with me now won't work." He saw through Ian's little scheme, but a smile still lingered on his lips, which vanished as he approached Ian's desk.

It didn't last long.

"This is……"

Clark placed the demon's head on Ian's desk, his gaze immediately drawn to the thermos on the desk. The contents of the thermos made his temples throb twice more.

"Ian."

Clark's voice suddenly became more serious than ever before.

"Did you kill someone?"

He pointed to Mr. White's translucent soul inside the thermos.

His eyes were incredibly sharp.

Upon seeing this, Ian frantically shook his head, "I didn't kill him! I even saved Mr. White! If it weren't for me, Mr. White would probably be taking a bath in hell right now!"

He told the truth.

Clark was able to determine that.

"It wasn't me! I didn't kill this fallen one! The great Sangoku Demon took its life!" When the demon saw Clark's sharp gaze fixed on it, it hurriedly denied it. It tried to shake its head but found that it was too small to move, so it could only quickly reveal who had taken the chemistry teacher's life.

how to say.

Loyalty, but not many are truly loyal?
Judging from its willingness to betray even its master, it's definitely a pure-blooded demon. To its master, whom it's never met but has only heard its voice from, this demon once again displays the flowery language befitting a demon.

"You will never have another chance to kill someone."

Clark spoke in a deep voice to the Minotaur.

"I'd like to say I've never killed anyone... I encountered a ghost the first time I came to the human world, you probably think I'm just making excuses for the devil..." The devil, now only a head, looked a little aggrieved, but Clark didn't care about the creature's past.

The old father looked at his youngest son. He was visibly more relaxed after learning the truth, but he still spoke to Ian in his characteristically simple Kansas farm tone, giving him a warning.

"Self-control is very important, Ian. People like us can easily make a big mistake if we're not careful. I hope you can stay rational in any situation."

This is absolutely Clark's heartfelt and earnest advice.

Ian wholeheartedly agreed.

"Don't worry, Dad, even if they're supervillains, I won't kill them. I'll lock them all up in hell." Ian nodded vigorously in response.

"Hell? You mean... prison, right?"

Clark was stunned for a moment.

The difference between these two words is really big.

However, he still wanted to believe that Ian's language scores were not good enough.

"it's the same."

Ian nodded again.

"..."

Clark remained silent for a moment.

"There is no hell! There are only prisons!"

He corrected it again, still somewhat uneasy. "Okay, then, prison it is."

Ian was somewhat disappointed, but he still agreed. He believed that his father was doing this for his own good; as a minor, such decisiveness was indeed not appropriate for his age.

However, it doesn't matter.

Locking up everyone who crosses him and then killing them when he grows up is also a viable option—Ian glanced at the bull's head on the table, thinking that this demon's throat could probably be converted into a private prison. This was Ian's extraordinary wisdom; he could always find a way to achieve the best of both worlds.

If the demon can't spit out the prisoner, that's the demon's problem, not Ian's. He can even say that he's also a victim, that his childhood dream was to grow up and punish evildoers, but his dream was shattered and he became a boy with a broken dream.

"very good."

Clark, who doesn't have mind-reading abilities, looked relieved. "It seems that although you're a bit unconventional, your thinking is still mature enough. I think that puts your mother and me at ease."

As he spoke, he stepped toward the window.

"Sigh~"

The demon's head had already sensed Ian's malicious gaze. Seeing Clark about to leave, it weighed its options for a moment before finally shouting hysterically at Superman.

"Take me away! Take me away! Demons are also legitimate citizens of this universe, and they should also have the right to be saved by Superman... I mean, don't let me corrupt your children!"

"I'm a demon again! I'm good at corrupting children!" It really didn't want to stay here any longer, and even being taken away and sealed by Superman felt happier than staying with Ian.

"Shut up!"

Ian quickly stepped forward and covered the bull's mouth.

“I told Jordan I was going out to buy milk, so I need to go buy some more.” Clark just glanced back, showing no concern that Ian would be led astray.

The saying "no one knows a son better than his father" is clearly demonstrated at this moment.

Just as he had skillfully climbed out the window and jumped onto the roof outside, Clark seemed to suddenly remember something and came back to give Ian some instructions.

“Oh, right, speaking of Jordan, you absolutely mustn’t let him see this… trash can of yours.” Clark followed Ian’s lead and referred to the demon head he had placed on Ian’s desk.

The old father looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Again.

No one knows a son better than his father.

“I understand, Jordan needs to enjoy the life of an ordinary person.” Ian quickly found a truly suitable reason for his second brother, and Clark nodded with satisfaction at this excuse.

it is more than words.

After Clark vanished into the sky in a flash, only Ian and the demon's head remained in the room. The atmosphere was alright, though, because Ian had already picked up his hammer.

"Don't come any closer! Please don't come any closer!" The demon watched Ian's figure gradually approaching, his turbid yellow eyes filled with fear and horror.

"We demons are just like that, full of lies and very fickle. I just can't control my nature!" Its incredibly honest voice was trembling uncontrollably.

of course.

Honesty cannot stop Ian from retaliating against the whistleblower.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A thorough repair was done.

The demon felt as if his soul was about to be shattered.

"I want to die! Now! Immediately! Right now! Why can't I die yet?! I should have been beaten to death by you by now!" it cried hysterically.

His voice was filled with deep confusion.

"Is it possible that you insulted someone you shouldn't have?" Ian was just guessing. He picked up the demon head on his desk and looked at the peach-shaped alarm clock his second brother had given him.

"Time is almost up, you have to come with me to do an experiment."

Ian spoke softly.

"What kind of experiment?"

The demon stammered.

It had a very bad premonition. Ian didn't answer, but simply lay down on the bed, clutching the demon's head tightly. The clock hands struck the exact same point.

Everything was still.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a completely different world.

Snowflakes were falling everywhere.

The boy appeared silently on the deathly quiet street.

"It really was my own fault?"

Ian stared in astonishment at the demon's head he was holding. He had brought a laser gun back from this world, and now he had brought a living creature with him.

The guess was confirmed.

Ian was also extremely shocked.

"No! No! No!"

The demon head in his hand was trembling violently, far more intensely than when he faced Superman.

"This is impossible... impossible!" The demon's voice could no longer be described as trembling; it was filled with disbelief, horror, and fear.

"What's impossible?"

Ian was still wondering why he was able to do such a thing.

"you you……"

The Minotaur's throat seemed to be blocked, its broken vocal cords emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows, and its mad scream completely shattered the world's seemingly eternal tranquility.

"How could you be a dimensional demon?!"

Living in a supernatural world, I casually trained my body and suddenly became a god?
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