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

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Ian stared at the blindfold.

My mind goes blank.

"Have you forgotten that I have ears?"

After reminding Lucifer, Ian felt a little regretful.

At this moment, Ian, who felt he should be sitting on the sofa watching TV instead of colluding with Lucifer under the sofa, really wanted to immigrate to Marvel with his whole family.

In the living room, Jonathan was still gently pouring Charlotte a drink, but his eyes, through the window, swept meaningfully over the erased explosion ruins on the outskirts of a certain city.

He knew that someone was coveting Genesis, and that Genesis had been out for a long time.

but.

The Lord doesn't care.

……

The night wind howled, and the Milky Way stretched like a ribbon.

Superman Clark Kent, carrying Lois Kent, streaked across the sky like a crimson meteor, with his brightly lit home behind him, a place rife with undercurrents of tension.

The night wind tousled his wife Louise's blonde hair. Louise looked up at her husband's taut jawline, the dizziness from the alcohol subsiding slightly.

"Is Ian really alright?"

she asked softly.

Unconsciously, his fingers tightened around Superman's neck.

“God will protect him.” Clark’s gaze remained fixed on the distance, his pupils slightly contracting as he adjusted his focus. He thought of his earlier terrifying speculation, but dared not share it with his wife.

“So… the one occupying Jonathan’s body is God, right?” Louise’s drunkenness subsided, her voice trembling slightly. “What if he and Ian fight…? Ian may be a bit unruly, but he is still our child… and besides, Ian didn’t do anything wrong in this matter.”

"Even if Ian really did accidentally offend that goddess, it must be God's doing behind the scenes. Aren't all the coincidences in the world his carefully arranged plans?"

Louise's attitude clearly favored Ian, and what she said was not without reason.

Upon hearing this, Clark's heart tightened. He knew all too well what was going on. Ian, though eccentric and unconventional, still possessed a human warmth in his eyes. God, the supreme being, acted solely on will, without any ulterior motive. If a conflict were to erupt, Ian would likely be reduced to ashes.

of course.

If that conjecture is true, Ian is indeed safer than anyone else.

"Do not worry."

Clark spoke in a low voice.

His voice betrayed a barely perceptible hint of guilt: "I've been keeping an eye on that area. If anything gets out of control, I'll rush over immediately."

no way.

He himself knew that his words lacked any real conviction.

Before the Creator, his superhuman strength, superhuman hearing, and superhuman heat vision were probably nothing more than a tickle. He had shattered an asteroid with a single punch, but God could reduce the entire universe to nothingness with a single thought. Thinking of this, his voice gradually faded, and his red cloak fluttered in the air.

Louise knew her husband all too well—how much powerlessness lay hidden behind that "first moment." When the opponent is the Creator, what can even a body of steel change? She sighed inwardly, simply leaning back against that broad chest.

Listen to the beating of two hearts inside.

"I believe you."

Louise spoke softly as always.

"Ah."

Clark nodded firmly.

He knew full well that his fighting prowess was probably of little significance in the face of the Creator.

If God doesn't protect Ian.

Then it must be him who will bless Ian.

This is not a multiple-choice question.

“However, I still hope they can have a good outcome.” Clark felt that his previous guess was very likely, which was why he chose to leave his house to Ian and God.

At that moment, his wife's trust in his choice acted like a warm current, dispelling some of the chill. Clark took a deep breath, adjusted his direction, and sped towards the military district.

When they landed in front of Sam Lane's command post.

The scene before me was breathtaking.

Once a major military stronghold, it is now a ruin. Twisted steel bars, shattered concrete, and the air is thick with the stench of ozone mixed with rotting flesh. Soldiers scurry like ants through the rubble, clearing away the remains left by the monster—broken claws, congealed acid, and unrecognizable alien tissue.

The destroyed military base resembled a cake gnawed on by a giant beast. As Superman landed on the scorched earth, Sam Lane was standing atop a wrecked tank, directing the rescue efforts.

"Damn it, are those 160,000 entrenching tools really that cheap? Our military high command only got 100,000 in kickbacks! Shouldn't the remaining 60,000 have been poured into alloy manufacturing?"

The old general's white hair, under the searchlight, resembled a cold, ethereal flame illuminating America. Upon seeing Superman appear, he too discarded his broken entrenching tool and jumped off the tank.

"You came."

Sam Lane's military boots crushed a piece of cement covered in slime. He glanced at his daughter, who was wearing a mask, before looking seriously at Superman.

"What's with those monsters appearing and disappearing? At first, I thought you were experimenting with holographic projection technology," Clark said, recounting his earlier observations.

This is why he wasn't in such a hurry to arrive at the scene. After all, disasters can happen in an instant, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

“We don’t know the specifics either. After the lab over there went out of control, I thought the world was going to end. I was just about to call you when I saw a burst of light absorbing those out-of-control dangerous substances.” Sam Lane took out an encrypted USB drive from his pocket, inserted it into his laptop terminal, and pulled up a surveillance video.

"The surveillance footage showed a woman sitting on that chair, but no one saw her. It's as if the footage just appeared out of nowhere."

Sam Lane handed the notebook to Clark and Louise.

Top-secret information has once again fallen into the hands of ordinary people.

In the surveillance footage, a woman wearing a white veil sits quietly under an oak tree amidst the ruins. She wears a floor-length dress and shimmers like an unreal figure stepping out of a painting.

She only stood up as if she had been waiting for this moment, when the out-of-control monsters from before the lab appeared. As the aliens, mummies, and some kind of luminous entity swarmed out of the lab, she simply stood up, raised the blurry object in her hand—and all the monsters vanished as if swallowed by a black hole.

Before the monsters could even get close, they were sucked into the light like grains of sand, without even having time to scream. Then, she closed her umbrella and turned to walk out of the ruins.

Her steps were light, as if she were just taking a stroll.

"This surveillance footage... was only discovered afterward."

Sam Lane's voice was strained.

"None of us saw her! Not even the sentries noticed!"

"Moreover... the file for this video was created some time after the disaster occurred, yet it happened to record events that occurred before the disaster."

Sam Lane's tone carried a hint of horror. It was indeed somewhat eerie; someone who shouldn't exist had appeared on surveillance footage that shouldn't exist.

Anyone who came here would feel a chill down their spine.

"The surveillance footage appeared after the disaster? That person wanted you to see this footage." Superman's pupils dilated slightly, and he frowned, watching the surveillance footage several times.

Chaos reigned in the military region; monsters roamed freely, and flames soared into the sky. Soldiers scattered and fled. But beneath a withered tree, the woman had been sitting quietly for a long time before the disaster struck.

She wore a pure white dress and a white veil, holding a long black umbrella, as if she had nothing to do with the disaster and just happened to be passing by and sitting there waiting for something.

"This woman is quite beautiful."

Louise, still a little tipsy, praised the mysterious man's physique and demeanor.

“She’s looking for something… but she hasn’t found it…” Superman’s super brain was working at lightning speed. He had already realized that the other party’s move was not an immediate action.

Instead, amidst the chaos of all the monsters appearing, the woman still couldn't find what she was looking for. Finally, she raised her hand and used something mysterious to collect all the monsters. Then, in a flickering scene, the woman left, her figure disappearing into the jungle like a ghost.

"Can you find her?"

Sam Lane made the inquiry out of desperation, mainly because the items stored in that laboratory were valuable assets of the US military, and if they couldn't be recovered, it wouldn't just be a matter of whether he would be held responsible or not. No one understood the treacherous nature of those things better than Sam Lane; the deaths of some people were merely a stroke of good fortune.

No one could figure out what the mysterious woman's purpose was in taking the experimental subjects away.

"I try my best."

Clark didn't give a definite answer. He looked around and activated his super vision. His vision instantly pierced through a thousand meters of dust, scanning every inch of land, every piece of rubble, every shadow. This cheat-like hearing extended for hundreds of miles, sweeping across wilderness, rivers, and mountains.

The retina seems to be able to radiate outwards.

They are found in every corner of the earth.

Like an invisible net, Superman's vision covers most of the Earth.

“Not in America, not in North America… I’ve found you!” Clark’s gaze pierced through layers of buildings, across deserts and oceans, finally locking onto the banks of the Nile—a veiled woman was holding out her palm, a chaotic light swirling in her hand. A bald man knelt on one knee, his lips moving as if reciting a vow.

See this scene.

Clark was about to activate his super hearing to listen to the woman's thoughts and determine whether she was friend or foe. However, at that very moment, the veiled woman seemed to sense being watched.

She suddenly turned her head.

Time seemed to freeze.

It's not looking in a certain direction of the wasteland, nor is it gazing at the sky.

Instead, she looked directly into Clark's eyes. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, even though Clark was in the metropolis of America, the Egyptian woman's gaze remained precisely fixed on Clark.

In Superman's pupils.

Her face was reflected in the mirror.

Beneath the veil were a pair of golden pupils—not the eyes of a normal superhuman. Clark seemed to sense a vastness in the other's eyes, as if it were history and time itself.

Clark's pupils reflected those golden eyes, as if gazing upon a ceaselessly flowing river of time. In that instant, his superhuman senses captured countless overlapping images—the colossal stones of civilization being erected by an invisible hand, stars being born and annihilated in the void, and the rise and fall of countless lives flowing like a revolving lantern.

Just as his biological intuition began to issue a sharp warning.

The veiled woman suddenly tilted her head.

Subsequently.

Clark felt dizzy.

The ground beneath his feet vanished abruptly, and the military base, Louise, and Sam Lane before him all disappeared without a trace, like pencil drawings erased by an eraser. In their place was an endless, grayish-white mist that swirled around him like a living thing, which even heat vision could not dispel in the slightest.

"I can sense that you have no ill intentions. Who are you?" Superman floated in the mist of this ocean of consciousness, his body radiating a sun-like light, but it could only illuminate a small area around him.

"where is this place?"

He asked the question aloud.

From the depths of the mist came the rustling sound of silk rubbing together.