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

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The old witch had ulterior motives towards her.

Seeing a billowing black mist rushing towards him, Madison was so frightened that he raised the demon's head in his hand.

"Ah~~~"

The demon's head, however, remained unperturbed; it even aspired to be a glutton.

"No dietary restrictions? You can't eat this stuff, or your head might grow little feet." Ian didn't want his trash can to turn into some kind of twisted monster.

He used teleportation within his field of vision to appear in front of Madison first.

"Fortunately, I've always been well-prepared and learned the necessary skills." Ian used [Blood of Wrath] to ignite his own blood, directly blasting it towards the oncoming monster's soul.

His skin suddenly turned bright red.

The dense network of blood vessels spread across the body like a burning fuse.

"laugh--!"

The moment the fist made contact with the black mist soul, a sound like a branding iron hitting water erupted. The monster soul let out a scream that was not human and began to flee frantically.

"Trying to run?" Ian had now become a living torch, every drop of his blood burning. He used his flight ability to chase after the black mist and unleash a furious barrage of attacks.

Each punch sent a wisp of soul flying away.

Ian is getting thinner, while that eerie soul is shrinking. It's a life-for-life battle, but fortunately, Ian doesn't have much health, but he's incredibly resilient.

He won't die a little bit.

"This is what a Super Saiyan looks like." After smashing his opponent's soul, Ian was reduced to a dehydrated, corpse-like state. However, the Berserker's passive ability made him even stronger.

This is the benefit of multiple professions working together.

"Hilarious! Even as a monster, you're still so weak. Now you know what the shock of percentage-based true damage is, right?" Ian's percentage-based true damage is a percentage-based true damage added based on the amount of health he loses.

So he only lost about a third of his blood and got the negative status of "severe blood loss", but the Supreme Witch's soul was directly smashed by him and only a small piece remained.

It is still twisting.

It's already smaller than the palm of your hand.

Just as Ian was hesitating about whether to break his vow.

suddenly.

The world froze.

This is a state Ian hasn't experienced in a long time.

He was used to it.

And he had a firm suspicion in his mind.

"Is it another kind of external pollution like before?" Ian held the remnant soul in his hand and handed it to Miss Death, who had reappeared beside him at some point.

“That’s right.” Miss Death nodded, then handed him a cup of bubbly coffee. Ian drank it all in one gulp, and his shriveled body quickly returned to normal like an inflatable doll.

"They also have love-filled bento boxes?"

He glanced nervously at the system interface—thankfully, the countdown for [Entropy Annihilation Lord] hadn't reset, perhaps because Ian was still very hungry.

"This isn't right."

Miss Death, accustomed to ignoring Ian's ramblings, extinguished the black mist on the soul fragment, her brow furrowed. "There's no cosmic fragment, and no complete information."

"Is this just a trace of pollution?"

Her tone carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

"Where is your omniscience?"

Ian leaned closer to examine it. Miss Death smelled so good, but it was the smell of gourmet food. Damn hunger was making Ian feel like he wanted to take a bite of everything he saw.

Is this considered repeating Galactus's old path?

"Most of the time, when we talk about omniscience, we are actually only omniscience within the scope of our own universe. After analyzing other lower universes, we can also obtain all the information about those universes."

“However, this time, it’s clearly not a lower universe, and they’re quite cunning.” A ghostly light emanated from Miss Death’s fingertips as she showed Ian her analysis.

Nothing at all.

"Morpheus may have been doomed by this universe. And it seems that some of the corruption he suffered from was absorbed by this foolish witch as power as well."

Miss Death's voice carried a hint of melancholy.

"That's what witches are like."

Ian blinked, but didn't offer any further judgment.

"No matter what, you have to find Morpheus and find out what really happened." Miss Death rubbed her fingers together, and the last remnants of the Supreme Witch's soul vanished into thin air.

The people she killed.

It has nothing to do with Ian.

“He should be over there. You might want to go ask him yourself.” Ian pointed in the direction the power of dreams was flowing; these were things that were still moving in this frozen world.

"I can not go."

Death answered decisively.

However, no reason was given.

"Ok?"

Ian looked at Miss Death with suspicion.

He was met with Ian's strange gaze.

She sighed softly, "Just take this as your story. Every superhero has their own story, and in that story, they are always the most special."

"Isn't it?"

Miss Death's voice had a somewhat eerie quality.

"So, you admit I'm a superhero?" Ian's focus was elsewhere; his eyes lit up, giving Miss Death no chance to refute him.

"This is official recognition. If you had praised me as a superhero earlier, I would have definitely worked even harder, even harder than before, because of course I would protect my beloved Metropolis!"

His tone was forceful and clear, and he wore a toothy smile, clearly putting on an act.

"..."

Miss Death felt that she didn't mean it that way, and also felt that there was something else behind Ian's words.

She hesitated, but seeing Ian's hot-blooded expression, she weighed her options and ultimately remained silent, not correcting Ian in time.

"Find Morpheus."

Miss Death left behind a final message.

The person disappeared completely.

The world has resumed its flow.

……

The great battle is over.

The sky is no longer a distorted vortex.

Instead, it returned to its original appearance—azure and vast, as if it had never been tainted by the power of dreams. The clouds drifted slowly, and the sunlight spilled into every corner of the city.

Illuminate those streets that were once swallowed by darkness.

The earth was restored to its rightful place.

The chaotic space seemed to be gently straightened by an invisible hand. The collapsed buildings slowly rose, the broken glass healed itself, and the broken trees grew new branches and leaves.

It was as if a nightmare was gradually fading away. Perhaps the masters of the dream's power still possessed consciousness; before they withdrew, they almost completely repaired the damaged things.

of course.

There are exceptions.

Those plants that were mutated by the black fog still retained their hideous shapes.

It's like an out-of-place work of art.

Bizarre and outlandish.

It also carries an eerie and terrifying quality.

As the saying goes, either don't do good deeds at all, or do good deeds to the end.

Ian floated in mid-air.

His eyes shot out precise golden rays.

He set fire to the twisted vegetation one by one, the burning mutated trees emitting eerie wailing sounds, and then one by one he burned them into ashes and dust in the universe.

Because the impact was not very deep.

I didn't see any black mist rising up.

Along the way, people gradually awoke from their slumber, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

What...was I just doing?

"I dreamed that I turned into a butterfly..."

"Didn't you always want to be a butterfly?"

……

Amid the commotion of the crowd.

An injured child sat on the ground crying.

He was crying and sniffling, clearly having experienced something terrible in his dream. Ian walked by and forcibly exchanged five dollars for a lollipop from another bewildered child nearby.

He knew how to comfort the injured child.

"Click~"

Ian took a bite himself first, comforting the child who had been most seriously injured earlier. He thought it was quite good and was satisfied. Then, he handed the remaining half of the lollipop to the crybaby. Just then, a well-dressed professional woman rushed over. Ian recognized her as the real estate agent who had arranged to "discuss contracts" with clients in the elevator.

Now she was impeccably made up, dressed in a tailored suit, and searching everywhere for her child—Ian casually grabbed the child who was pretending to be Ultraman with an eggshell he had given her and stuffed it into the woman's hand.