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

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Ian's smile froze completely on his face.

Through the crack in the door, he saw Madison's father wiping away tears in front of a photograph of his daughter in the living room, with candles and flowers on the coffee table—it looked like a miniature funeral parlor.

“Uh, maybe her phone just ran out of battery?” Ian said dryly. He didn’t think the girl had died because she wasn’t actually that weak.

Even death.

There were still corpses.

There should also be eyewitnesses.

however.

There is no relevant information online.

"You don't know. She's been acting very strange lately. She can conjure flames out of thin air. They say it's some kind of witch's power." Madison's mother really dared to say anything.

She suddenly grabbed Ian's wrist, her voice almost pleading, "If you see her, tell her that Mommy is very worried about her, okay?"

Ian felt a slight burning sensation on the spot where his wrist had been touched.

He gave Madison's mother a long look.

"Ok."

Ian nodded.

They had no intention of going inside to present flowers.

He kept turning back to look at Madison's mother, who was still standing at the door, staring at him. This made him feel uneasy; she looked like a hidden witch.

She just didn't want her husband to know.

"Where should I look for delinquent girls now?" Ian looked at his wrist, which had magical marks on it, perhaps Madison's mother was trying to give Ian some guidance.

however.

Because Ian's body was filled with divine power, the traces of magic were purified by the divine power immediately, and Ian couldn't react at all.

“If the delinquent girl was in danger, why didn’t she go find her herself?” Ian scratched his head, trying to use his reasoning skills to deduce the truth.

however.

His super brain often has its own ideas.

The startup failed.

"I really wish I could have learned Batman's skills sooner, and known how to install three or five tracking devices on my acquaintances." Ian is now once again feeling the rationality of Batman's actions.

The sun was shining brightly on the street.

This contrasts sharply with Ian's depressed mood.

He kicked at the stones as he walked forward, pondering whether he should seek help from his father, who had eyes that could see a thousand miles and ears that could hear the wind—even though it might mean that his father would get another harsh scolding from the newspaper boss.

However, when it comes to saving lives...

Superman would never refuse.

Just as Ian was preparing to leave.

"Find someone?"

A cool, clear female voice came from behind.

Ian whirled around, his nose nearly bumping into a pair of plump buns.

He took two steps back before he could see who the speaker was—a young woman with short blond hair, wearing a tight leather outfit and bright red lipstick.

It seemed to appear out of thin air.

Ian didn't notice the footsteps.

"Wow."

Ian's pupils dilated slightly, and the golden luster became even more intense.

"You smell so good, it's the devil's fragrance."

He swallowed.

This action startled the short-haired woman; her eyes suddenly turned pure black, with no whites, like two bottomless abysses—usually enough to frighten a grown man to tears.

however.

But this made Ian's eyes shine even brighter.

The short-haired woman felt an incredibly terrifying sense of oppression.

"What exactly are you?" The short-haired woman's dark eyes quickly returned to normal. Her tone was terrified as she took two steps back, her high heels stepping into a puddle by the roadside.

“A lost middle school student?” Ian tilted his head, revealing an innocent smile. “If you can help me find my classmate, I can pretend I didn’t smell the human blood on you.”

This is an absolutely blatant threat.

The short-haired woman could feel the terror of those eyes staring at her.

She had never experienced such pure terror.

That wasn't fear in the face of a powerful demon lord.

It wasn't the disgust one feels when encountering a Heavenly Paladin, but rather a more primal, more fundamental tremor—like an ant suddenly realizing it's standing beneath the fingertips of a giant.

"you……"

In Ian's eyes, she seemed to see swirling nebulae, the river of time, and her own insignificant place in this vast universe.

Just as she was about to break down.

The oppressive aura suddenly disappeared.

"By the way, what's your name? Which hellish department do you work for? What are your field allowances and benefits like?" Ian could tell at a glance that the short-haired woman in front of him was not human.

The short-haired woman swallowed hard.

no answer.

However, Ian didn't care about this.

"Deal? You devil."

The boy spoke softly. He knew the devil wouldn't come after him for no reason, and since he knew he was looking for someone, this devil must be related to the girl's disappearance.

"If you're looking for someone, come with me." The female demon looked at Ian with suspicion for a few moments, then left those words and walked straight into the street.

Ian jogged to catch up, his backpack bouncing behind him.

They walked through the winding alleys.

Passing by a butcher shop reeking of rotting flesh and three homeless men who were clearly not human, Ian observed the increasingly bizarre scene around him with great interest.

Like children visiting a zoo.

"So I don't need to summon demons. Demons are hidden everywhere in the metropolis." Ian exclaimed sincerely, which made the female demon leading the way turn around and look at him again.

"We are here because yesterday's disaster gave us the opportunity to appear." The female demon had no idea what Ian intended to do to the demons after summoning them.

She gave Ian a somewhat disappointing answer.

"That's not so good."

Ian rekindled his passion for inscribing demon summoning spells into his own mouth.

"Here we are."

The woman suddenly stopped.

Ian followed her gaze to the side, where a vast Victorian-style manor stood before him. Living thorns entwined the wrought-iron gates, and fluorescent purple liquid flowed from the fountain. On the lawn in front of the main building, several humanoid creatures dressed as maids were trimming shrubs with clearly visible eyeballs.

"This is the house of my dreams!" Ian exclaimed, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like a horror theme park! A wicked god should live in a creepy place like this!"

It's a pity that this kind of place is probably not suitable for my mom and dad.

Ian seemed slightly disappointed.

The short-haired woman's mouth twitched.

"Go in, the owner here has been waiting for you for a long time."

She spoke to Ian in a low voice.

"Isn't the master here your master?" Ian asked, somewhat surprised. He had thought that this female demon was just a lackey sent by some mysterious demon.

Never thought about it.

"He and I are just business partners."

Done.

The female demon wanted to leave.

Her expression suggested she deeply regretted taking the job—which was understandable, given the terrifying oppression Ian had instilled in her; even now, the female demon still felt lingering fear when she thought about it.

The other party even claimed to be an evil god.

This made the female demon even more reluctant to get involved in such trouble.

She quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Ian did not stop him.

"Let's see who's actually delivered themselves to my doorstep, and whether they'll be the first to enjoy my Ultra Bomb!" Ian pushed open the door, the hinges emitting an unnatural shriek.

It sounded like the scream of some kind of creature.

The boy strode into the house as if he were just going to a classmate's house to do his homework.

The interior of the manor was even more luxurious than the exterior—if you ignored the blinking paintings on the walls and the chandeliers made of bone. Ian curiously poked a passing imp servant, who bared its teeth at him, but then scurried into the floor when Ian's eyes lit up with gold.

"The shy gardener."

Ian wants to take over the estate, but he doesn't know if the owner will sell it.

Just at this time.

The double doors of the reception room opened automatically.

It interrupted his plan.