It was unclear if this was the first time she had gaped today, but Supergirl's expression was absolutely priceless. She opened her mouth, but ultimately couldn't muster the courage to ask for clarification.
"The next novel, I will definitely include you, Auntie. 'The Untold Story of Wonder Woman and Supergirl'—I think that will definitely receive an incredibly correct market response in America." Ian didn't want to disappoint his relative, so he gave Kara what he considered a very heavy commitment.
However.
The Kryptonian girl's face instantly turned incredibly pale.
"I think I'm still a little too unknown, I'm not suitable, not suitable..." Kara frantically waved her hands, her eyes even holding a hint of panic.
"Let's talk! What exactly did you come to see me for! Did you cause some huge trouble at home and only came here to avoid being punished by your parents?"
Kara desperately started changing the subject.
She genuinely felt that, given Ian's personality and the symptoms listed on that diagnostic certificate, no matter how much trouble Ian stirred up, she wouldn't be too shocked.
"Actually, the opposite is true. My old man caused huge trouble, forcing me, who is usually very cautious, to step forward and help him." Ian walked toward the open kitchen.
His eyes were only on Kara's large refrigerator. Although the previous chicken pieces and fries were high in calories, they still hadn't satisfied the hunger and energy deficit Ian incurred from using [Frenzy of Self-Healing].
"Speak normally!"
Kara sighed tiredly.
"Be serious, tell me the truth... if you still want my help." She watched Ian open her refrigerator and take out a food container from inside.
"That is the truth, Auntie. Your close relative is running out of time, and we are the only ones who can save him." Ian spoke in a rare serious, low voice.
Of course.
His seriousness didn't last three seconds. He quickly lowered his head, opened the container, sniffed it with his nose, frowned slightly, but after a moment's hesitation, he still shoved two mouthfuls of the chicken breast into his mouth.
"Ptooey! Ptooey!"
Ian chewed only twice before quickly spitting out the chicken breast.
"It's spoiled!"
He rushed to the sink and gargled vigorously, regretting why he didn't just taste a tiny bit when he smelled the sourness. Hunger really affected one's wisdom too much.
"Is this what you meant when you said you had other food upstairs, Auntie?"
The boy wiped his mouth and issued a soulful query.
"..."
Kara felt extremely embarrassed.
"Maybe it was left out for a few extra days..." She hurriedly walked to the refrigerator to stop Ian from taking anything else out. "Actually, some things in there might have been in there for dozens of days?"
"In any case, definitely no more than sixty days. I only moved here sixty days ago." Kara regretted her poor life habits, but for most people, this kind of regret was intermittent.
Once the awkwardness passed.
Habits would return to normal.
"Are you sure you're a girl?"
Ian felt his filter for girls shatter.
"Well... those are fermented delicacies, you wouldn't understand... Since you're not used to this slightly fermented delicacy, I'll take you out for fried chicken later."
The excuse Kara found for herself was truly terrible.
"..."
This time, it was Ian's turn to be speechless.
"You call this food?"
He grabbed a few more pieces of chicken breast from the container he had taken out earlier. Aside from the few pieces on top that looked intact, the chicken breast underneath had already started to seep green liquid.
"This is no longer just attacking a person's sense of taste; it only attacks the health insurance card of every consumer!" Ian was someone who dared to take a bite of an evil spirit to taste its flavor.
Even he was truly unable to accept this.
Chicken breast naturally tasted like crap. Even before it spoiled, it was barely passable. Now, swallowing it brought a strong, thick odor of human sweat glands mixed with a peeing utility pole.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's discuss your father's matter... your behavior doesn't look urgent at all!" This was at least the tenth time Kara had changed the subject today.
However, this was indeed the real business. Kara was still deeply skeptical of Ian's claims, as there were few things on Earth that could threaten Superman's life. Every time something endangered Superman, it was a planet-ending disaster, and she shouldn't have failed to notice such a catastrophe.
"I am urgent, but not *that* urgent. It's only the second day, and I've already closed in on the truth. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with a full seven days... Fine, let's talk about my father's matter." Ian noticed Kara's expression was wrong and didn't stray off-topic again.
He organized his words.
Ian began to reveal the relevant experiences one by one.
About ten minutes later.
Kara had mostly grasped the full picture of the events through his narration. However, in Kara's view, after listening to Ian's "experience," she became even more convinced that he was having an "episode."
"So..." Kara had to take a deep breath before speaking. Her voice sounded squeezed through her teeth. "You mean to say, you met a cosmic-level deity, and she is one hundred percent in love with you, so she risked violating the rules to secretly tell you how to save your father?"
It really wasn't Kara's fault for not believing Ian.
The plot was truly fantastical.
"Well, there was a little bit of artistic license, not much. But roughly, that's how it went." Ian sat across from her on the sofa, his expression serious and firm.
Hearing this.
Kara fell into a long silence.
Her gaze swept back and forth across Ian's face, trying to find a flaw in his expression of complete innocence—she couldn't tell, she really couldn't tell!
Was this cheap nephew having an episode, or was such a ridiculous, unbelievable, heaven-defying thing actually happening? Just as Kara's head was buzzing and she was about to enter a state of [Weird Detective Supernatural] confusion.
Ian suddenly pulled a military dagger from his pocket.
Kara's eyes instantly widened.
"Wai—"
Her warning was cut short.
Ian unhesitatingly stabbed toward his own heart.
"Shh!"
Kara turned into an afterimage, the Kryptonian speed tearing a brief sonic boom in the air. Her hand gripped the blade tightly, the metal groaned under the pressure in her palm.
"What are you doing!?"
Kara was extremely unnerved.
Her voice was practically a shout, and she looked like a startled cat with its fur raised.
"Of course, I'm proving to you that my father is truly on the verge of death, and there's a big shot who wants to save him... and also, I'm full and want to piggyback on the big shot's bug."
Ian tried hard to press the dagger into his chest, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, the dagger didn't move an inch. The difference in strength between him and Supergirl Kara was too immense.
"Auntie, you're blocking my flight path." Ian could only try to persuade Kara to release her grip. However, with a change in expression, Kara directly crushed the military dagger in his hand.
The blade broke into several pieces in the seemingly frail girl's palm.
"I'll go with you to investigate right now! Alright!" Kara took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. She suspected Ian was having an episode, but regardless, she had to first take him back to Metropolis.
"Alrighty!"
Ian sprang up from the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
Watching Ian walk toward her and then suddenly jump, Kara was completely numb. However, thinking this was a poor, troubled child, Kara could only swallow her inner speechless frustration.
Suddenly rushing toward the window.
Supergirl took flight.
And Ian... he was also flying, sitting on Supergirl's back.
"This is what flying feels like!" Ian held onto Kara's hair with both hands, feeling the breeze rush past his face. His desire to unlock [Homelander] grew stronger.
"Stop it! Can you show some respect to me, your Auntie! I know which way to fly! You don't need to pull my hair to navigate for me!" Kara had never been so mentally exhausted in her life.
But she was the elder.
What could she do?
She could only scold him angrily a few times.
Unfortunately, Ian's way of thinking was truly difficult for her to fathom.
"Giddy up!! Giddy up!!!"
Ian indeed stopped controlling Kara's direction by pulling her hair. But hearing the sounds coming from behind him and the feeling of her waist being kicked, Kara felt she'd rather have Ian pull her hair!
"Can you just calm down..."
Kara's utterly helpless complaint was only halfway out.
The next moment.
Her Super-Hearing picked up an anomaly in the distance.
"A plane is about to crash!" Kara sharply turned and changed direction. Ian looked up. a commercial airliner was plummeting at an extremely dangerous angle, trailing black smoke.
"Another plane accident! This is too frequent! It happened just yesterday!" Ian couldn't help but frown. He began to suspect whether there was some unknown conspiracy behind this.
Could this be the start of some major event?
The more Ian thought about it, the more he felt he might be facing a period of major upheaval.
However.
"What do you mean frequent? That's perfectly normal!"
Kara was quite calm about it.
It was clear she had a lot of experience rescuing planes.
"Boeing is always like this." Her matter-of-fact tone and her confusion at Ian's exaggeration were truly a mental critical hit for Ian.
"..."
This time, it was finally Ian's turn to be silenced.
He had no words to object.