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

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“Then we need to find out where it originally came from—I never imagined that this book had been hidden in heaven all along.” Her tone carried a hint of frustration.

It is clear that they had searched for it desperately but to no avail.

There was dead silence in the square.

Even the Pope remained frozen in his kneeling position, completely unaware of who Ian was talking to. However, he could sense that he seemed to have overheard something extraordinary.

"So, can you find out who originally brought it to our universe?" Ian's visor snapped and changed shape several times, and the large mouth on the mask turned into an annoyed expression.

“Perhaps, but there’s a tricky problem now. Some kind of force is interfering with my investigation.” Miss Death said, weighing the Death Note in her hand with a puzzled tone.

"Is he the leader of the Cthulhus?"

Ian speculated that the Cthulhu creatures wanted to escape their original universe because the invasion from another universe had disturbed their Lord, the so-called blind and foolish god Azathoth.

"My omniscience can't cover the outer universe." Although Miss Death said she didn't know, her gaze kept turning to the short sword in Ian's hand, whose holy flame had been extinguished.

It is clear.

Miss Death had a guess in her mind.

However, she wasn't as bold as Ian.

"In any case, the remaining pollution hasn't been completely resolved yet. Perhaps you should go back to your city and help your family," Miss Death suddenly changed the subject.

"Metropolis is in trouble again?"

Before Ian could even speak, he knocked out several clergy members.

In case they overhear the fact that the stocking angels are still alive on earth.

“It’s not a big problem, but a dozen or so angels fell from heaven and crashed into the metropolis.” As she spoke, Miss Death raised her hand to show Ian a picture.

I saw.

In the images, more realistic than a high-definition movie, Ian saw his classmate, a delinquent girl, wielding the staff he had given her, repeatedly banging on the heads of several unconscious angels.

A lot of filthy slime seeped from the broken bodies of these angels, attempting to pollute the surrounding environment. Jordan was protecting Jonathan, who had fallen into a coma for some unknown reason.

What happened to my older brother?

Ian immediately tensed up.

"Who knows."

Miss Death's eyes flickered slightly.

……

Just as Ian took to the sky.

Meanwhile, Jonathan Kent huddled in endless darkness. He blamed himself for not only being useless but also putting his family and Ian's friends in danger.

“I thought they were just a few unconscious passersby… I never expected so many monsters to sprout from their bodies.” Jonathan hugged his knees tightly in the darkness.

I deeply regret my excessive kindness.

He didn't know if he was already in hell. His last memory was of Ian's friends and his brother, fighting against those strange, slimy creatures.

Jonathan had intended to use the tools by the roadside to help, but suddenly felt a heavy blow to his head, followed by a dizzying sensation, and then he was plunged into the boundless darkness.

Just like the nightmares I've had before.

As Jonathan searched everywhere but could not find his idol, he began to pray to the gods, asking them to punish him alone and hoping that the gods would extend a helping hand to Jordan and Madison, who had been attacked.

And at this time.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced the darkness.

Jonathan looked up blankly and found that the surrounding darkness receded like the tide, replaced by a pure white space—no sky, no earth, no boundaries, only a soft white. In the distance, an old-fashioned leather sofa stood alone, with a television playing a program in front of it.

"What's going on?"

Jonathan hesitated before standing up and walking towards the sofa. The sofa was empty, but the television was playing "Armor Hero"—Ian's favorite tokusatsu series from his childhood.

It seems like I still enjoy watching it even now that I'm older.

At this moment, the hero on the screen had just lost his transformation ability, but he still stood in front of the monster to protect the civilians.

"Even if I lose the ability to transform, I can still defeat you!" The protagonist on TV wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his unwavering voice was transmitted to Jonathan's ears through the speaker.

"Can you really be a hero without power? Like me, I only know how to cause trouble..." Jonathan sighed bitterly, not knowing why he had such a dream.

The story on the television continues.

A group of young people clad in armor fight side by side, never flinching in the face of evil. They are not gods, nor are they invincible, but they possess faith, courage, and a spirit of sacrifice.

"A true hero is not defined by how much weight you can lift, but by how much responsibility you are willing to take on for others." One of the figures seemed to be lecturing the villain.

It's as if they're speaking to viewers outside the television set.

"Like Dad and Ian, right?"

Jonathan murmured softly.

at this time.

A gentle voice sounded in his ear.

"Why can't it be you? Everyone has their own story. Perhaps, your legend just hasn't begun yet." This voice appeared very abruptly.

Jonathan turned around abruptly and saw an old man in pajamas walking slowly towards him. His hair was white, his face had a kind smile, but his eyes were as deep as the stars in the sky.

"you are……?"

Jonathan asked hesitantly.

The old man didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the television and reached into the screen to take out a silver belt. It looked brand new, with a noticeable groove in the center.

“If you’re so eager to help others, perhaps I can offer you some assistance.” The old man handed the belt to him and placed it directly into Jonathan’s hands.

"This is just a dream, right? Or... is some evil god bewitching me again?" Jonathan tried to return the belt, but found it was stuck to his hand.

"What's this……"

His eyes widened.

"It's the miracle you hoped for," the old man said softly. He gave Jonathan a final smile, then turned and walked toward the white horizon, his figure gradually disappearing into the vast white space.

The surrounding white space began to fade.

Jonathan suddenly opened his eyes.

The ear-piercing sounds of metal clashing and shouts immediately flooded the eardrums.

"Quick, go find Ian! I'm out of strength, these guys' heads are so hard, I can't crack them!" Madison's voice came from the nearby defense line.

With a muffled thud, like a lamppost hitting a hard object.

"You're a witch! A witch!"

Jordan's shouts were filled with terror.

“Ian said that’s what witches are like!” Madison retorted breathlessly. “Learning magic is just to show off your talent; when you encounter an enemy that magic can’t defeat, you have to resort to real methods!”

Another series of "thump-thump" knocking sounds followed by a hoarse howl from some creature.

Jonathan struggled to sit up.

He found himself lying in a makeshift isolation room.

“Just like that notebook, things from my dream have come to life.” Jonathan looked down at his waist, where a futuristic-looking belt was quietly wrapped around his waist.

The groove in the center of the belt emitted a faint blue light.

It's not just the belt that's glowing.

Even the statues of gods he had collected—Zeus, Odin, Shiva… all the statues were now shimmering with a strange light, as if responding to the belt’s call.

Among all the shimmering idols.

The Shiva statue that always devoured the offered curry rice shone the brightest. Jonathan, as if possessed, grabbed the Shiva statue and inserted it into the groove of his belt.

“Click.”

A crisp click rang out, and in an instant, dazzling light burst forth from the belt!

"boom--!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion.

The makeshift shelter built from car parts collapsed with a crash. Madison and Jordan, who were fighting the monster, turned around in shock and saw a figure running out from among the flying metal debris.

This is a figure completely shrouded in four-arm armor. What is most breathtaking is the long, flaming hair that dances around, each flame pulsating with a rhythm of destruction and rebirth.

"Jordan! What did I tell you! People need faith! When I get back, I'll have Ian consecrate my statue!" Jordan's familiar voice came from inside the armor.

“???!!!!!!”

Jordan was stunned.

He and Madison stared in astonishment at the dazzling divine light that erupted from the center of the armor's forehead, a weapon adorned with special effects, annihilating all the polluted byproducts flowing from the angels on the ground. Then, the "armored warrior" simultaneously unfurled all four arms, and the drumbeats of a dance of destruction suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The filth that fell upon the angels danced to the beat of the drums—and then marched toward destruction.

"Is this okay?"

"Your eldest brother went to India for further studies!"

This scene.

Apart from Jordan and Madison.

In fact, there were also witnesses from a third party.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

Los Angeles.

Light bar.

Lucifer sat in front of a dozen television screens, his glass of wine, which he had brought to his lips, paused slightly. He squinted, staring intently at the image displayed on one of the televisions.

"What's going on with that mortal? How did a belt suddenly appear in his hand, and he even used it to transform?" The bartender demon leaned in front of the TV, looking astonished.

Lucifer did not answer.

He just stared at the image on the television screen.