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In this regard.
Superman was speechless for a moment.
He could only be using the stereotype of Wonder Woman.
"This is what Kryptonians are like."
Clark repeated dryly, like a broken record trying to brainwash himself, "Kryptonians are like this, um, that's how unscientific they are."
He finally admitted that Kryptonians are unscientific.
Wonder Woman is satisfied.
“Alright then.” Diana’s voice held a hint of pleasure, but it quickly turned to frustration again. “Damn it! Why do I have to praise the Emperor of All Laws after answering this question wrong???”
Too many question marks.
This best reflects Wonder Woman's feelings at this moment.
She is clearly still appealing for account verification.
"Isn't this much more time-saving and ethical than watching ads?" Ian interrupted, asking the question. Wonder Woman on the other end of the phone remained silent for a full half minute.
"Clark, tell your son to give me back my account right now! I've stayed up all night and only managed to answer three out of five hundred questions correctly!" Wonder Woman complained to her face.
Fortunately, Ian is in a good mood today.
A generous heart naturally follows.
“Aunt Diana! Don’t worry! We’re so close that I’m going to write a book for you! Of course I’m willing to give you special treatment. When we get back, I’ll grant you the ‘Wonder Woman’ certification!” Ian no longer needed to hide the fact that he was Mystic, because Batman had already handed over control of the website to him.
This is a gift!
"Ok?"
Upon hearing this, Diana failed to grasp the key point and simply sighed helplessly. She finally stopped ignoring Ian. "Should I thank you?"
Don't know why.
Diana found herself somewhat reluctant to use connections.
I want to tackle 500 challenging questions.
Perhaps women who enjoy playing with whips all share this trait to some extent.
"You don't need to thank me. I like doing good deeds." Ian smiled like a little bear who had stolen honey, his face still radiating a dazzling glow.
"But if you really want to thank me, how about you come and help me fix the house tomorrow?"
The youngest son of the Kent family wanted to mend things after the fact, and Clark's face twitched visibly at that moment. He was well aware of the current state of his newly renovated house.
"You still haven't finished fixing the house?" Diana thought Superman might be slacking off, since based on her understanding of Superman, he could fix at least three to five houses in one night.
In this regard.
Clark was also at a loss for words, unable to express his grievances.
"Uh, the layout isn't good, we're planning to rebuild." Clark knew the importance of not airing dirty laundry in public; living in the metropolis, he couldn't bear to watch his son set his house on fire. The main problem was that his boss, on a whim, held a late-night meeting at the newspaper office, talking about struggle and hard work, which delayed him.
"Okay, I'll help you tomorrow."
Wonder Woman had no doubts.
I readily agreed.
It wasn't just to get into the VIP section without taking the exam; she also wanted to see what was going on with Ian and what had happened that caused him to keep emitting light in the sky late at night.
Overnight.
Why did such a big change happen?
A young god directly becomes a god-king?
Even the most idealistic person shouldn't be this idealistic!
Diana stood by the window, gazing at the sky. She couldn't even look Ian in the eye. Her divine power trembled within her, and it was clear that she was aware of the kind of leap Ian was undergoing.
"Such terrifying energy, even if someone said this kid was Superman and a child of our universe, I would definitely believe it..." Diana was already starting to lose her senses from answering the questions.
the other side.
After hanging up the phone.
A gentle night breeze blows, and the metropolis's "light bulbs" still shine brightly.
Ian and Clark hovered in mid-air, staring at each other in silence. One's head glowed like the sun, while the other stared at him with a helpless expression.
It really felt like they were staring at each other blankly.
After a long time.
"so."
Superman, who had only recently started cramming on mystical knowledge, pointed at his son's glowing head and finally couldn't help but ask, "How long are you going to stay like this?"
"My head..." Ian touched his head, "It will naturally go out when it's time to go out."
He really couldn't explain it clearly.
The only thing that could be done was to use divine power to project the words "Metropolitan Energy Conservation and Environmental Protection Ambassador" onto the clouds.
"How much electricity did the whole city save tonight? Isn't that a good deed?" Ian still liked to put himself in others' shoes, and this remark left Clark speechless.
"Forehead……"
Clark opened his mouth.
I found myself unable to refute it.
The father and son remained silently staring at each other in mid-air, like two statues frozen in place. Until—
"Didi!"
Clark's phone rang again, and at the same time, a black dot appeared on the horizon—the iconic Batmobile was approaching at an alarming speed.
The jet-black armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
Obviously.
It had undergone some special modifications, but even so, the Batmobile was parked at a great distance, not daring to get too close to where Ian and Clark were.
"Hey?"
Superman answered the phone.
Sure enough, Batman's deep voice came through.
"explain?"
The Gotham Freak is concise and to the point.
Clark glanced at his son, then forced himself to repeat, "Ian was chosen by the light, became the Apostle of Light, went to the Land of Light, and is now the King of Light."
He paused, looked up at the sky, and added.
"I also learned the Ultra Signature."
obviously.
The old father wasn't completely ignorant about Ultraman; after all, Ian would often talk about wanting to be Tiga at home, so even if he didn't understand, he had passively received a lot of information.
"??????"
The silence on the other end of the phone was terrifying.
Batman felt like the father and son were treating him like an alien, well, that didn't seem wrong. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke in his signature deep, bubbly voice.
“I detected that Ian’s head is currently accumulating energy greater than that of a star, but it has not yet erupted—our Earth cannot withstand such a massive explosion.”
Batman's breathing rate did not change.
He wasn't in a hurry.
Ian was a little anxious.
"I have it under control! And I'm storing divine power in a superb mysterious organ that won't malfunction. No matter who tries to blow up the Earth, it won't be my turn."
This is also true.
He is very clear.
If the Gotham Freak thought he was a bouncing bomb, then it wouldn't just be a question of whether or not he should live on Mars; the Gotham Freak might suggest that Clark send him to study in the Andromeda Galaxy.
"I hope there really are fairies there."
Just as Ian was even trying to explain what the dimensional demons looked like.
"I know you're in good control."
Batman answered calmly.
They did not develop symptoms.
His reaction left Ian still wondering what was going on, but Clark immediately became alert. This unusual attitude made Clark look at the Batmobile instantly.
"What do you want to do?"
He knows Batman far better than Ian ever did.
as predicted.
When Batman isn't having a medical episode, it must be because he has some other problem causing trouble.
“I see this as an opportunity, Clark.” Batman’s voice suddenly held a rare hint of urgency. “I need your and Ian’s help.”
Upon hearing this, Superman did not answer immediately. He frowned, sensing that something was amiss—whenever Bruce spoke in this tone, it usually meant that someone was about to suffer.
And it's highly likely to be yourself.
"What help?"
Clark spoke cautiously and carefully.
Ultimately, nothing was discussed before it was rejected outright.
He is, after all, a man of great loyalty and affection.
“You can take advantage of Ian’s current state.” The Batmobile was already hovering not far away, its hatch slowly opening. “Help me forge a suit of armor that I envision.”