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

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There's still a slight problem with his brain.

There is no situation more dangerous than this.

"If they don't pass the test, then I'm going to have a blast—Master Ian guarantees that all the cowards in the world will be able to eat a loaf of bread worth half a million dollars starting tomorrow."

“No one will oppose me, and I’m sure I’ll make a fortune because of it.” Ian certainly understood that inflation would lead to currency devaluation, but no one had stipulated that the money he earned in this world couldn’t be used in the DC Universe.

An economic mindset.

It should be used in places like this.

"..."

Gwen was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

Just like I said earlier.

She really couldn't figure out the boy's strange way of thinking.

"Damn system, I saw you absorbing something, but you're full and won't give me anything to eat? You won't even give me an external soul bone?"

Ian questioned the system, but it still didn't respond, so he tried to convince himself that the wild spider monster was simply too young.

It cannot produce a soul or bone.

"stare!"

This is probably because Ian gave the system a way out.

The system was very grateful.

[Alien data analysis complete. New general data has been added for you—Mimetic Armor.] Perhaps the system understands human nature, or perhaps it is genuinely analyzing data.

No matter how.

finally.

Ian did indeed receive the reward he had longed for.

[Mimicry Armor: Mimicry data has been recorded. The host can use their own magic to construct alien physiological characteristics on or inside their body at any time.]

“I knew I could still steadily grow stronger in the new world.” Ian tested his ability, and eight somewhat illusory spider legs immediately appeared behind him. Although they were just simulated armor clinging to his body, Ian could still feel their agility, as if they were his own arms.

"On the other hand, although the Spider Monster is young, he has been eating artificially ripened beef and vegetables since he was a child, so it is quite normal for him to mature earlier and be able to provide me with an external soul bone."

This wave.

It was Ian's turn to save face. Under his control, the eight spider legs clinging to his back successfully grasped the eight pens, and at that moment he knew he had truly acquired a divine skill.

Ian was thoroughly enjoying his experiments.

Those who had been pretending to be dead nearby all couldn't help but crawl away into the distance.

"Damn it! You're infected?"

Seeing this, Gwen was so frightened that she tried to jump back.

but.

She couldn't dart as fast as Ian.

“I’ve recently become obsessed with being an evil god, so it’s normal for me to have a few spider legs on my back.” Ian forcibly helped Gwen up, taking the opportunity to touch the blood on Gwen’s body.

however.

There was still no notification of a new class being unlocked, or even a notification that a dormant class had been discovered. Of course, this was actually within Ian's prediction.

He still remembered the message Tony left behind.

I want to find a job in the new world.

We'll probably have to rely on these superheroes returning to normal. In fact, it's precisely because Ian realized this that he rushed to become an enlightener.

“The evil god won’t save me. You must not have taken enough medicine.” Seeing that Ian did not attack, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but blurt out.

Fragments of memories seem to surface in my mind.

She felt like she was constantly urging the other person to take their medication.

This feels so damn familiar.

“I never have enough medicine—in fact, that’s how you become a god of war. You have to make sure there are superheroes in this world. Otherwise, if you lose people who dare to point their fingers at me and address me respectfully, then the world won’t know I’m a god of war.” Ian tested the spider leg’s attack power against the concrete next to him.

His legs are so long, it's like they're in the right place on his back.

Outstanding effect.

It's even sharper and more razor-sharp than the Spider Monster's weapon.

"What do you mean? Aren't you going to praise me?" Ian didn't cancel his skill; when he helped Gwen up, he even used his spider legs, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, to support her.

"Why did you help me up backwards? Is it because you're an evil god and can't tell my hands from my feet?" Gwen looked completely bewildered after being helped up.

She is currently in a handstand position, supporting herself on the ground with her hands.

The only thing visible to the eye was Ian's knees.

"Bullshit, I only asked you to use your hands because I saw your leg was broken and you definitely couldn't stand up on your legs." Ian felt that his good intentions had been taken for granted.

His explanation caused Gwen to fall silent for a moment.

"You don't have to help me up, just let me lie on the ground... The ambulance should be here soon." Gwen looked into the distance, where the little spiders had been completely wiped out thanks to everyone's combined efforts.

Her father, Sheriff George, was helping the wounded while glancing in her direction.

"It would be so ungraceful not to help up your teammates after a big battle and show the bond between you. By the way, have you ever considered believing in the great god Ian?"

“Your injury can be healed in no time.” Ian once again shut Gwen up with impeccable logic, while also extending a warm invitation to her.

"No thanks."

The girl's expression changed repeatedly over a short period of time.

"It's getting dark, why haven't you disappeared yet?" She had clearly summarized some patterns related to Ian's appearances and disappearances from her previous experiences with him.

"Almost there, just one minute left before I return to my lair. It's full of evil stuff; I'll take pictures and show you when I have time." Ian deactivated his [Mimicry Armor], pulled out half of his phone, and checked the time. This Marvel trip had been very fruitful, except for the lack of unlocking a new class.

It's a bit of a shame.

"Thank you for saving me and everyone else." Gwen sincerely thanked Ian as he was about to leave, though her tone carried a hint of frustration.

"I thought I could handle that monster."

Gwen's voice was full of frustration.

"That's how it is for beginners, don't be discouraged. You must have learned the lesson that with great power comes great responsibility." In the end, Ian still wanted to gain a new career from Gwen.

He probed while simultaneously guzzling down chicken soup.

Hear the words.

Gwen blinked, her golden eyelashes trembling beneath the bloodstains.

"With great power comes great responsibility. I didn't expect you to say something so reasonable." She was clearly moved, as if she understood why Ian had taken action.

This boy may have a slightly abnormal way of thinking, but he clearly has a very righteous heart.

"After all, I am a writer."

Ian responded.

He also secretly reached out his hand.

Why did you touch me?

Gwen was still moved.

Suddenly, Ian raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously against his face.

"It does not matter."

Ian hadn't expected that even after plagiarizing and quoting famous sayings, he still wouldn't be able to unlock the new profession. Still somewhat unwilling to give up, he continued to speak.

“Listen, Gwen, one failure doesn’t mean you’ll fail every time. What matters is that you have the heart of a superhero—that’s the real seed of this new world.”

These words weren't entirely platitudes; they came from Ian's reasoning. He wiped the bloodstains on Gwen's face again, but still couldn't get what he wanted.

“I still don’t understand what you’re saying, but I think I can figure it out myself… See you tomorrow?” Gwen saw Ian’s body begin to fade.

Like a TV screen about to lose signal.

"You should say goodbye, otherwise I'll feel like you've mistaken me for an enoki mushroom." Ian left with only these last words, and the bells of return were already ringing in his ears.

The boy seemed to vanish into thin air.

far away.

The onlookers couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Where did that boy go?

"He disappeared! Just vanished like that! As if he had never existed... Oh my god, could he be God who came to save us and then quietly left?"

"Is God a boy?"

"No! He didn't just save us, he gave us hope and a new life. I think he should be a hero! A superhero, even more heroic than ordinary heroes!"

"Isn't this still God?"

……

Unbelievable.

A sense of disbelief spread through the crowd.

Countless people stared wide-eyed as the boy fell from the sky and disappeared like a wisp of wind. Some even dropped their cigarette butts, which shows how much of a shock they were going through.

They whispered to each other.

The setting sun bathed the burned streets in gold.

The smoke from the gunpowder billowed like a veil in the evening breeze.

The city, still filled with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth after the great battle, was littered with the corpses of countless small spiders, and the sirens of ambulances and police cars could be heard one after another.

"Are you OK?"

Sheriff George finally ran to his daughter.