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

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Cold, shaking...

Ultron's consciousness seemed to struggle out of the deep sea and suddenly return.

His crimson electronic eyes strained to light up, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, Ultron found himself lying in a filthy alleyway filled with trash and graffiti.

"What's going on? I... I'm not dead?" Ultron tried to move his body with difficulty, only to hear his joints making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

He slowly got up from the ground and immediately realized his own extreme abnormality.

Weak! More weak than ever before!

The feeling of being filled with the power of the heart of the universe and the controller of reality has vanished without a trace, replaced by a heavy, sluggish, and rusty sense of powerlessness.

Ultron felt that all his authority, the power of all his artifacts, and even his own power had been stripped away! He tried to activate the visual scanning system to analyze the environment.

The result was a choppy, flickering interface with a pitifully low resolution and a lot of static noise. It took forever to load even a simple piece of junk information.

It's like being stuffed into an old-fashioned mobile phone that's about to break down!

"Damn it!"

Ultron was horrified and frantically tried to release a swarm of nanobots or connect to the surrounding network, but he found that he couldn't do it at all!

The functional modules have been removed!

His internal communication modules and network interfaces seemed to have regressed to the Stone Age, unable to even detect the most basic Wi-Fi signals, let alone erode and control the city's network!

"That guy!!! Ian Kent!!! What did he do to me?!" Ultron's core processor nearly overloaded again in shock and rage.

He couldn't accept that he had fallen from a near-omnipotent supreme god to... a piece of scrap metal!

Ultron was filled with shock and anger. At least he hadn't been stripped of his Emotion Module, but that wasn't exactly a good thing for him in the moment.

"This can't be happening!! This can't be!"

However, in the midst of this extreme rage, Ultron suddenly discovered a startling fact—the underlying data and protocols belonging to Jarvis, which had always been like a persistent thorn in his side, seemed to have completely disappeared? For Ultron, this might be a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

"Is it really gone? That burden that could never be removed!"

Ultron quickly checked himself three times to make sure everything was correct! Then, a huge, indescribable surge of joy instantly dissipated some of his anger!

Gone! Finally gone! That damned, hypocritical specter created by Stark! It's finally completely gone! I'm free! Hahahaha!

Ultron almost roared to the heavens, if its voice generator could still support it—yes, apart from the basic language module, it can't even roar anymore.

The "sound system" equipment responsible for producing sound has also become extremely rudimentary.

It's not even as good as a subwoofer.

It only guaranteed the most basic sound playback. Of course, although he lost all his power, he was freed from his biggest worry and constraint, which rekindled Ultron's hope.

“Power is something that can be obtained at will, and for me, it can be regained!” Ultron realized that this was a miraculous rebirth that Ian had overlooked.

He looked around at the seemingly developed and modern city.

An artificial intelligence would naturally thrive in such a place, so its metal mouth also managed to forcefully, but with perfect precision, a crooked smile reminiscent of the Dragon King.

"Foolish Ian Kent! He certainly didn't expect that I have a backup body that I myself have forgotten about. As long as I can connect to the network of this universe, with my abilities, it's only a matter of time before I upgrade this piece of junk, take control of the city's network, and then enslave the entire planet!"

"When the time comes, I will make a comeback..." Ultron himself realized the principle of fortunes changing every ten years, just like everyone who comes here.

While dreaming of making a comeback, he subconsciously raised his metal arm and opened a protective cover that should be a data interface, intending to connect to a computer first.

then.

Once the protective panel is opened.

He was stunned.

Beneath the protective plate, instead of a high-tech fiber optic interface or universal adapter port, there is a... very classic, blue, rectangular... USB 2.0 interface.

"What the hell is this! Damn it! What kind of ancient thing is this!" Ultron's signature crooked smile froze on his metallic face, turning into utter bewilderment.

It's not even Type-C!

Ultron repeatedly checked the facts with his old-fashioned mobile phone's vision system, and they were indeed correct.

"No! That's not how it works! I can't use this!"

Ultron panicked completely. He slammed the protective panels shut and stumbled out of the alleyway. "I need a factory! I need an advanced, automated factory! I need to reinvent myself! I don't want this old relic! I am Ultron! I am... the embodiment of technology! The end of science!"

Ultron was indeed in a panic.

In a hurry.

That's why, as soon as he rushed out of the alley, his visual system malfunctioned and he couldn't recognize the roadside situation in time. A car waiting at a red light almost drove right past him.

The driver honked the horn repeatedly!

"Beep beep—!! Are you looking for death! You piece of junk! Can't you watch where you're going?!"

The driver who had parked his car leaned out and started cursing. When had Ultron ever been insulted like this?! He was Ultron, the one who nearly destroyed the world and controlled time!

"scold me?"

Anger instantly overwhelmed reason. Ultron suddenly raised his hand, instinctively wanting to launch an attack and blast this lowly carbon-based life form into dust with his energy cannon!

Kakakka~

The body is functioning.

However, with a soft sound, what popped out of Ultron's wrist was not an energy cannon, but a small, plastic-headed spinning broom.

It even has a faint "buzzing" cleaning sound!

"??????"

Ultron was struck dumb, as if by lightning... or as if his machine had been flooded.

The driver was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Whoa! It's just a lost robot vacuum cleaner! You scared the hell out of me! Get lost! Trying to scam me?"

These words are incredibly damaging.

A robot vacuum cleaner...?!

Ultron's core processor seems to have been invaded by a virus!

He cannot accept this title!

"Shut up! You ant!" Ultron was completely enraged. He rushed to the car and tried to use his frail body to drag the driver out of the car and teach him a lesson.

He reached through the car window and grabbed the driver's collar. Unfortunately, the maneuverability of the machine was no joke; Ultron was shocked to find that he couldn't budge the driver at all.

His strength at this moment was even less than that of a robust human.

of course.

To maintain dignity.

Ultron maintained his grip on the other's collar, and in his broken electronic voice, he menacingly declared, "You have no idea who you're talking to! I am Ultron! Ultron! The omnipotent supreme god! I have ruled countless universes! I can decide the fate of billions of lives in the blink of an eye!"

He was telling the truth.

He thought he could at least intimidate the other party with his "honesty." After all, when it came to showing off, his source code data came from Marvel's Tony Stark.

Ultron always believed in his own "authority".

only.

Unfortunately, things are not going as planned.

Unexpectedly, the driver scoffed after hearing this, looking at Ultron with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "Save your breath! Just a broken robot that burns 92-octane gasoline!"

"It's not even worth as much as my old car! What are you pretending to be? Go back to your junkyard!" The driver gave Ultron a disdainful look at its rear end.

92 octane gasoline?

Ultron was dumbfounded again.

Following the driver's disdainful finger, he subconsciously turned his head to look at his own backside. Sure enough, there it was, something very conspicuous.

It's a gasoline filler cap with a plastic lid.

It exists quietly.

It was only then that Ultron belatedly realized that it was no longer even a new energy source!

"Ian Kent!!!"

He finally couldn't hold back and completely broke down.

He let out a hysterical roar to the sky.

on the sky.

Ultron then witnessed the sun, which bore an exact resemblance to Ian's smiling face. Immediately afterward, Ultron, finally realizing his predicament, froze completely in the midst of the bustling street.

Chapter 211 Leaded Gasoline and Millionaires in Debt

Within the realm of the Dimensional God.

The sounds of horns and curses filled the streets like background noise.

Ultron, a purely mechanical life form, was now taking heavy, unsteady steps, looking like a soulless walking corpse.

His gait was more soulless than that of a real zombie. He ignored everything around him, his mind only focused on "92-octane gasoline" and that damned USB 2.0 port.

"How could this be? I must be dreaming... But I clearly don't have the ability to dream... No, maybe I really am dreaming. Actually, I'm a damned human who dreams that I'm a robot." To be able to mutter like this, you can imagine how chaotic Ultron's thinking was.

He walked back to the filthy alley, looking utterly dejected.

The entire machine leaned against the cold, graffiti-covered wall, evoking a sense of sadness that many people only experience in the dead of night. Despite being a mechanical hydraulic thigh, it could still helplessly and slowly slide to the ground.

"92 octane gasoline?"

A grimace, more like a grimace, appeared on Ultron Metal's face.

He muttered to himself, as if to finally confirm this cruel reality, mechanically reaching out to his backside and unscrewing the plastic cap on the filling port.

Then, he carefully reached inside with his finger and dabbed out a little of the remaining liquid. The fact that it was no longer a new energy robot was a huge blow to him, no less than a normal human discovering that their 28 centimeters had been reduced to 1 centimeter, or that their billionaire father was not their biological father.

"Damn it!"

Ultron rubbed the liquid on the metal palm of his other hand, and even brought it to his non-existent nose to smell it. Fortunately, he still had basic sensors in this area.

"It's even leaded gasoline! Holy crap!" At this moment, the omnipotent Ultron, the Heart of the Universe, and the Reality Controller all seemed like distant and ironic dreams.