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

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It reflects the tall cross and the solemn holy images all around.

The afternoon sun streamed through the stained-glass windows into the empty church, casting a long shadow of Jonathan Kent. He sat quietly on the pew, gazing up at the high-hanging cross.

The eldest son of the Kent family has been in this position for nearly six hours.

"The Lord watches over everyone."

The priest walked slowly from behind the altar. He noticed Jonathan's presence and asked softly, "Young man, is there anything I can help you with? I've seen you sitting here almost all day."

The priest's concern was genuine. Jonathan didn't answer immediately; he seemed lost in his own thoughts. After a moment, he looked up and glanced at the priest with a wandering gaze.

"I'm thinking about a question."

Jonathan's voice was somewhat hesitant.

"what is the problem?"

The priest spoke gently.

Trying to understand the inner struggle of this young man.

“God can save us all, right?” Jonathan’s voice carried a hint of uncertainty, yet was filled with a desire for a positive answer.

The priest nodded slightly, giving an affirmative answer, "Yes, God's love is boundless, and He is willing to accept every soul that truly repents."

Hear this.

A hint of joy flashed in Jonathan's eyes.

“Well, that’s great.” Then, he did something that surprised the priest—Jonathan put the black diary in his hand into the church’s donation box.

The notebook made a dull thud as it fell to the bottom of the box.

however.

The priest seemed to see nothing.

"It belongs to God."

Done.

Under the priest's bewildered gaze.

Jonathan left without looking back.

“Ian is the smartest one among us, and thinking like him is definitely the right thing to do.” The big boy’s confident murmur echoed softly in the somewhat empty church.

"Is this boy sick?"

The priest was puzzled.

Within his invisible horizon.

A black angel appeared silently.

He was an acquaintance of Constantine.

Angel Manny.

"What the hell."

The angel tilted its head slightly, its golden eyes fixed on the ordinary plastic donation box. An inexplicable sense of unease emanated from within.

It's like something that shouldn't exist, yet it's there nonetheless.

"What is this? Is it something from outer space?"

He stretched out his pure, black hand.

He grasped the edge of the black diary with perfect accuracy.

next moment.

Hidden within the black notebook, its unknown, sinister nature seemed to have found a more suitable host—it silently attached itself to it.

"Ok?"

The angel's pure gold eyes began to show signs of being stained black.

only.

He seemed unaware of this.

Chapter 107 The Clown's Video, Dream Eruption [83k]

The roar of the Hellcat's engine was particularly noticeable on the streets of the metropolis.

Who wouldn't love a muscle car with an exaggerated design? Especially when there's a handsome boy sitting on its roof, it's sure to attract a lot of attention.

Ian wasn't pleased with this; he was completely absorbed in watching an instructional video on his phone. Of course, watching the video didn't stop him from keeping an eye out for opportunities to do good deeds in the metropolis.

Watching the video with only one eye.

One eye sees in all directions.

Anyone with a basic understanding of organ management can do this. Ian's sensitive right eye quickly caught the "routine task"—he saw a shy couple gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

There's a sense of wanting to kiss but being too shy.

The feeling of not daring to break through the final barrier.

“This is the time when you need a superhero to help you out.” Ian threw a donut at the boy on the back of the head; it was a gift he had prepared for Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

For gourmets who eat a lot of meat.

A vegetarian diet is definitely the most thoughtful gift.

"Paji~"

This time.

Ian's throwing skills remained consistently excellent. He failed to help the boy and girl, instead frightening them, but his donut throws weren't entirely in vain.

This was ultimately a twist of fate.

A donut hit two good friends who were shopping together. The boy whose clothes were hit thought he had been shot and instinctively hid in his friend's arms.

"Cameron, I'm scared. Please check if I've been hit by a bullet. I see red." The thinner boy was genuinely trembling with fear.

After all, this is the free United States.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Mitchell, it’s just a troublemaker throwing cow dung around—no, this looks like a donut, a high-end donut from John’s Kitchen.”

The chubby boy's expression went from shock to astonishment, and then to relief. He only took two seconds to react before hugging the boy in his arms and whispering words of comfort.

"You actually dared to try it? You're so brave."

The bearded man, referred to as Mitchell, expressed his heartfelt admiration.

The two embraced tightly.

obviously.

They broke free from the shackles of morality and prejudice. Boys can have girls too, just adopt them, so how can this not be considered a good deed by Sir Ian? This is the kind of time management a superhero should have—doing good deeds even on the way to a psychiatrist.

"Anyway, I won again, merit +1." Ian continued watching the horse riding instruction video while sitting on the roof of the car. There was a reason why he chose to sit on the roof. It was all for the sake of the world. If Ian didn't sit on the roof, how would the world know that he was riding a magical machine that could move at lightning speed?

A car that can kill people and run away on its own.

Not everyone has it.

Occasionally showing off can be very beneficial to your physical and mental health.

Moreover.

Hellcats are still cats.

Cats are animals.

Therefore, the Hellcat should be called a mount. It was because Ian grasped this simple truth that he realized he shouldn't be sitting in the car, but rather on the roof.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no videos of people riding cats online, only videos of people being eaten by cats, Ian definitely wouldn't have chosen to watch horse riding lessons. The equestrian instructors in those lessons, with their massive silicone buttocks, were too distracting.

“Riding a horse and riding a cat have something in common: you have to sit in the area I’m in now…” Ian adjusted his position, and the Hellcat continued moving forward.

He knew he was in the right spot because the familiar traffic policeman he'd run into had stopped him; this was the third time he'd encountered him, and he was now targeting the driver who was actually breaking the law.

He was issuing a ticket to a car suspected of dangerous driving.

“Look at that boy! That boy wasn’t even sitting in the driver’s seat. What’s wrong with the three of us—my girlfriend, my boyfriend, and I—sitting in the driver’s seat together?”

The drunken driver pointed defiantly at the passing Hellcat.

The traffic police officer only glanced back.

Their eyes met.

He pretended not to see Ian.

"Just because he wasn't in the driver's seat, how dare you define him as driving? I'm well-versed in the law and know that a car driving on its own on the street isn't illegal."

The traffic policeman may have reached the pinnacle of intelligence a bit too early, but his intelligence has clearly caught up with that level recently. His rigorous logic leaves drivers speechless.

“The police are right. I saw it. There was no one in the driver’s seat. He definitely wasn’t driving.” Even the heavily made-up girl, dressed in a flamboyant manner, chose to side with the police.

“Yes, yes, you’ve been drinking, so you probably didn’t see clearly, but that car was definitely moving by itself.” Another girl chimed in; the two girls combined probably hadn’t even finished elementary school.

They thought it was reasonable.

The police also thought it was reasonable.

The drunk driver was afraid of being ostracized. The childhood trauma caused by his unsociable behavior in his childhood began to resurface, and he immediately began to think that perhaps such a thing was really reasonable.

"It is my fault."

The driver lowered his head in shame.

The scene was harmonious.

Ian walked past quietly.

He didn't wave his sleeves, nor did he take away any clouds. However, the people of the metropolis have clearly begun to develop a more superior way of thinking, starting in some areas, under his positive influence.

"Buzz~"

Hellcat whips its tail.