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

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"Liar, you're all liars! Cherry blossoms don't fall from the sky when you're angry!"

"The clown has ruined me!"

……

Before Batman removed the battery and smashed the phone, Ian could only hear this unnamed villain wailing at Batman in a voice that sounded like his dreams had been shattered.

It turned out to be the case.

“I knew Gothamites wouldn’t make a sound when they got beaten up. So the crying was just because their dreams were shattered.” Ian suddenly realized, and his stereotypes about Gotham resurfaced.

"They're clearly using iris petals; it's obvious they haven't been reading my book properly. Fans like that are just inferior." Ian put away the magic black box that his new teacher, Tony, had given him.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Draw a silver line on the floor.

He stared at the light for a while, not continuing to work on the drawing. After all, he had already earned the money, so he naturally became complacent, just like some online writers who would disappear for a day or two after receiving their royalties.

of course.

Ian is not that kind of vulgar author.

However, a little laziness is still his inescapable professional fate.

“Speaking of professions, I remember I have one more profession I haven’t unlocked yet.” Ian pressed the alcohol bottle and squeezed out some disinfectant to wipe his hands and face.

This is to avoid having bad luck and encountering frustrating job change requirements.

starting today.

He's starting to trust metaphysics a little more. Of course, science should also be believed in, so there's no bathing or changing process; wiping the whole body with alcohol is much purer than bathing and changing clothes.

Do it all.

Ian then set off... well, actually he didn't set off a fire, he just opened his personal panel and switched to the career selection interface.

[New class unlocked]

Currently available professions: 1

[Lord of Entropy Annihilation: When the cloak stirs up the folds of spacetime and the scepter shatters the dimensional barriers, the entire world will become a footnote to its power in the elegy of entropy annihilation.]

The only icon to be unlocked kept flashing, and the name of the class to be unlocked, "Entropy Annihilation Lord," was very eye-catching. The class descriptions provided by the system always looked so exciting.

"Actually, instead of this kind of introduction, it would be better to set a grand goal, which is to make Planet Eater a knock-off of Ian." Ian tried to persuade his system to change the job description.

This way.

The moment arrived when Superman was called a bootleg Ian.

He can then shift all the blame onto the system.

The plan is good.

But the system didn't fall for it.

It maintained its usual aloof attitude and did not respond to any of Ian's words.

"Boring."

Ian sighed, selected the [Entropy Lord] option, and bound the class. Like the [Savage Tyrant] class, it didn't set any entry requirements for Ian as a third class.

All that remained was the job change quest triggered on the spot. With Ian's confirmation, lines of text appeared instantly, exceptionally clear in the field of vision that only he could see.

[Job Change Requirements: Maintain a state of hunger for 48 hours, then consume any planetary metal minerals.]

Such job change conditions seem a bit harsh, and in fact they are indeed very harsh. Metal minerals are relatively easy to deal with, after all, Earth should be one of any planet.

However, the 48-hour hunger strike was definitely the most tedious job change quest Ian had ever encountered, and he could even feel the deep malice from the starving people on the planet.

“I’ve seen the bad news, so here’s the good news…” Ian looked at the countdown in the lower left corner of his vision. The countdown of [43:32] was obviously the good news.

The law of conservation of luck remains true as always.

The time he spends in the Marvel Universe will also be counted in this hunger countdown. Of course, even so, the ever-gluttonous Ian feels that this ordeal is definitely the biggest challenge he has ever faced in his life.

"It's practically an attempt to starve you, Mr. Ian." Ian would occasionally try to talk to the system, not because he was lonely, but because he was constantly trying to manipulate his system.

and.

He still had many guesses about this system.

"You must be the Pangu car engine that crashed into my Great Fortune Celestial Venerable!" With no response to his probing, Ian, who had originally planned to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, could only lie back down on the bed.

“Abyss Barrel, it’s your turn to be the Abyss Sound System…” Ian couldn’t sleep, so he asked the demon head to sing him a lullaby, but the thing’s lousy voice was even worse than his.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

The demon head began to sing with great passion.

"Baby~ it's broken now~ my dear~ little sacrifice~~~"

It began to howl with a voice comparable to a rusty door hinge.

"Damn it! I wanted a lullaby!" Ian didn't dare use his socks to gag the demon head, since the demon head, which had awakened some strange attributes, might think it was a reward.

"This is what a lullaby in hell sounds like."

After hearing Ian's reprimand, the demon's head looked utterly aggrieved on its wrinkled, bull-like face. It was hard to imagine that it was a bull that had grown up listening to such things.

"Shut up, shut up."

Ian didn't dare listen any further.

And at this time.

"Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop~"

outside the window.

Suddenly, Hellcat's car music started playing—a classic American lullaby, "Rock-a-Bye Baby." Perhaps it had been eavesdropping on Ian's room all along.

The sound quality is excellent.

It's comparable to a vinyl record.

The rivalry between demons is so simple and unpretentious.

"That's more like it."

Ian didn't blame Hellcat for eavesdropping. He was very empathetic and knew how difficult it was for a hardworking and ambitious sycophant. He had never been a sycophant, but he had several sycophants at school.

At least the Hellcat didn't want to sleep with him, so he was willing to empathize with it.

"Great God Ian, I have felt your divine power, and it will surely grant me perfect singing ability." The demon head was clearly unwilling to have its attention stolen.

He wanted a second chance.

And Ian's gifts.

"is it?"

Ian still couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. He couldn't help but wonder if Tony Stark was really a thing of the past, and if there would never be a man who would call him Iron Man again.

We had only known each other for a short time.

There's definitely not much emotion involved.

Simply because this is not the Marvel Cinematic Universe that Ian wanted to see.

and so.

The boy seemed slightly annoyed.

"I sensed... your magical power belonging to a demon god... although it wasn't much, it must be you testing my ability to observe details." The demon head opened its turbid eyes, believing they contained wisdom, its voice hoarse and awe-inspiring.

"magic?"

Ian remembered Tony saying that he would become the "source" of a new force, and he sat up abruptly from the bed, instantly becoming energetic.

"So, what does it feel like to have magic?"

Since returning to DC, Ian has actually noticed a change in himself, but he can't quite put his finger on what that change is. It's just that his head feels like it's been filled with water, giving him a chilly feeling.

"Um, what does it feel like to have magic?" The demon head was silent for a moment, seemingly racking its brains to explain the experience of a different dimension to a human.

Finally, it gave a dry reply.

"I suppose... having plenty of magic means being full, and lacking it means being hungry?"

The bull-headed demon's words were as good as saying nothing at all.

"I should really give you a horse's mouth." He rolled out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor, and went to his desk, turning on his desk lamp again.

A warm yellow halo carved out a small area in the darkness.

"If I remember correctly, this book is said to be able to create things that don't exist?" Ian still remembered what the Hell Prince said before he became the "Spicy Prince" snack.

He pulled out the book "Ian's Book of Creation" from behind his back—the cover was still that chaotic one, but now it had a tiny bit of golden light on it.

"A greater source?"

Ian picked up his pen to draw, but as soon as the pen tip touched the paper, the ink seemed to be wiped away by some invisible force, quickly dissipating. Ian frowned and tried again.

The result remained the same.

at this time.

Perhaps sensing Ian's displeasure, a line of bold text suddenly appeared on the page:

Ian's Misuse of the Book of Creation

The self-aware book even enlarged the font size, as if afraid Ian wouldn't see it. In his anger, he simply threw it into his mouth and chewed it up. This is, at least, something that could really happen, according to this book.

"Huh? I used it wrong? It's only you who are wrong!" After Ian finished speaking, he saw that the name of "Ian's Misused Book of Creation" had changed to "Ian's Book of Self-Reflection".

have to say.

It's the fastest to admit defeat.

They weren't even as stubborn as they could be.

"..."

Ian felt a lack of accomplishment.

"You're only fit to sit at the same table as that head."