What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

The black ball trembled violently, then shot straight toward Ian like an arrow! Superman reacted quickly and raised his hand to intercept it, but the black ball seemed to become ethereal and passed right through his palm.

[Data that can be merged has been detected!]

Ian heard a notification from his system out of the blue.

"Ah~"

He was overjoyed.

He immediately opened his mouth.

Prepare to receive handouts delivered to your door.

And right now.

Everything is frozen in time.

The world around us faded wildly.

"Are you crazy!?"

A fair hand appeared out of thin air.

He grabbed Ian by the throat.

This made it impossible for Ian to swallow the duck that was already in his mouth. Then, the figure of the fake Death Goddess Tessa, or perhaps some female boss who wished to remain anonymous, gradually appeared.

She simply pinched Ian's throat.

"Pfft~"

The black ball was then spat out by Ian.

"People stealing food!?"

Ian was furious. What could he do? Faced with one of the strongest beings in the universe, he could only watch as the other's gloved hand grasped the black ball.

"Do you even know what this is? You dare put it in your mouth?" The way the female boss held the black ball seemed to convey a sense of cautiousness and apprehension.

Hear the words.

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"How would I know what it is if I don't eat it?" He used his peculiar logic to cover up the truth that the system had told him it was non-toxic and edible.

"..."

The female boss clearly didn't have much suspicion.

Her attention was focused on the mysterious black ball in her hand.

"This is a broken world... You can think of it as part of a universe, well, a fragment of the universe, containing things that don't belong to our universe."

“Yes, it is part of another universe, the remnants of a universe.” The woman gently shook the black sphere in her hand, and ripples began to appear on its surface.

Countless tiny lights and shadows could be faintly seen flickering inside.

It was as if countless living beings were roaring within it.

"Hiss! Is it that high-end?" Ian's mood was not calm. Just as his gains were not ideal, he had a chilling feeling about the explanation given by the female boss.

“So, there is still life in these shattered universes.” Although Ian felt a slight unease, he immediately seized the opportunity to try and extract information that would be useful to him.

"They are just remnants of the past, not life... Of course, if these cosmic remnants are allowed to reside in another universe and revive, those remnants will indeed gain life again."

The female boss didn't know why she wasn't the riddle solver this time.

She started answering every question.

Ian, of course, wouldn't let this rare opportunity slip by. "It can be like this? One universe parasitizing another? Like a parasite?"

He couldn't help but think of several people he had met who didn't belong to the DC Universe.

Is this also a form of cosmic parasitism?

Just as Ian couldn't help but start to have doubts...

"To be precise, only universes that are already broken and only have some remnants left will choose to parasitize, while for those universes that are still intact, they will choose a gentler way. Such silent merging is difficult for us to detect, far less easy for us to detect than the parasitism of these cosmic remnants."

The female boss looked at the black ball in her hand with disgust.

"us?"

Ian caught the details.

"This is not a question you should be concerned with."

The female boss clearly didn't want to answer his question.

"Ok."

Ian was processing the information. "So, why would this shattered universe appear inside a chef's body? Is it because they choose a chosen one?"

This even concerned Ian himself.

He had no choice but to omit it.

"If you want to parasitize our universe, you naturally need to choose a vessel within this universe... a vessel with a 'legitimate' identity, but don't think of this as a lucky thing."

“These foreign substances will seek out lives that are weak-willed or empty inside, and give them illusory power and vision, making them believe that they have obtained some kind of mission.”

"However, in reality, all those who are parasitized by these broken universes are tools that can be used and then discarded. The unlucky guy you forced to his death is not the one your father met yesterday."

The female boss gave Ian a deep look.

"You should thank me for saving you, otherwise you would have become a manipulated puppet and a madman who gradually loses his own will, just like all the people involved in the cases I've handled."

“Many voices will surge and sway in your mind… those are the obsessions of past remnants in the cosmic debris.” Her voice was very serious.

"Believe me, no one can withstand such devastation, not even someone like us..." The female boss's words suddenly stopped, and a sigh appeared on her face.

I don't know who she was thinking of.

"Hmm? Why is your face getting paler and paler?" The female boss lost her memories and looked at Ian again, only to find that the young man in front of her looked very strange.

Even in a black and white world, the boy's face was frighteningly pale.

"It's nothing... I'm actually fair-skinned too." Ian forced a smile, feeling as if he had finally found the reason for the nightmare world he entered every night.

but.

This still doesn't seem to explain some situations.

For example, a mission?

He didn't!

What kind of obsessive voice is that?

Neither did he!

Even his minor psychological ailments have been cured almost immediately.

Is this right?

Actually, upon closer reflection, there are other differences between myself and that chef. The chef's strength comes from some shattered universe, which is ephemeral and unreliable, while my strength comes from the system.

It was incredibly solid.

There's absolutely no comparison!

Upon thinking about this, Ian suddenly felt calm again.

I calmed down.

Chapter 50 A Miracle Is When You Look Me in the Eye

A comparison.

High judgment.

Ian already knew what was going on.

He felt that compared to the nightmare world he entered every night, his own stupid system was the closest to him.

It asks for nothing in return.

No mission.

All they have is selfless dedication.

Silently helping Ian record every step of his growth—yes, in Ian's eyes, experience points were just a record of his own growth, but this did not prevent him from being moved by the system's selfless recording.

"Why are you not only pale, but also trembling?" The female boss tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes filled with incomprehension at Ian's change in expression.

"Low blood sugar, shivering from hunger, desperately needs a kind person to feed me." Ian's eyes were fixed on the black ball in the female boss's hand again. He really wanted to know what he would gain after eating it.

New profession?

Or is it the experience points from the explosion?

After swallowing a black pill, I realized that my fate was in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!

Ian was full of anticipation.

However, the female boss did not intend to grant his wish.

"I can't give this to you; it needs to be properly processed." The female boss lightly tapped the surface of the black sphere with her fingertip, and a dark red nebula immediately surged inside the sphere.

"Just a touch?"

Ian tried to reason with him.

"I promise I won't put it in my mouth."

His assurances did not gain the trust of the female tycoon.

“Your father is right…you really do have pica, don’t you?” The female boss covered her forehead with her other hand; she didn’t think Ian’s “sincere” expression was convincing at all.

“But it’s my trophy.” Ian tried to pull at it again; he was truly reluctant to part with the temptation of the [Compatible Data]—even though he didn’t know what it was, his super intuition told him it would definitely be of great benefit to him.

"Your spoils?" The female boss glanced at Ian, as if she were encountering a life that dared to be so audacious in front of her for the first time. "I've been watching you the whole time."

"This is clearly your father's spoils of war." She ruthlessly exposed the truth that although Ian had a role, it was small and he didn't play any decisive role.

"what?"