Thousands of meters in the air.
A Boeing 787 passenger plane flew smoothly above the clouds. Richard Cassel, a
wealthy first‑class passenger and renowned author, was idly stirring his coffee,
brainstorming plot ideas for his new book.
As a classic mystery novelist.
For Kasser, this was a classic everyday occurrence. Just as he was racking his brains
without success, weighing whether to abandon the project altogether and start a new
series under a different pen name, Kasser's gaze was suddenly drawn to something outside
the window—a gleaming black Dodge Hellcat!
Yes!
Kassel knew about this car because he had bought one, but at this moment he felt that
he might have bought a counterfeit, because the Hellcat in front of him was speeding
through the clouds at at least 300 miles per hour!
"Am I still half asleep!?"
The writer, Cassel, couldn't help but rub his eyes. He wasn't seeing things; there really
was a small car flying in the clouds outside the plane, and he could even see two
passengers sitting inside.
A man and a woman, who looked younger than her own daughter!
"This⋯" Kassel's eyes widened, speechless. He grabbed a passing flight attendant
to ask her something, but he was afraid of being mistaken for a mentally ill person and
making headlines tomorrow.
Kassel hesitated, then forced a smile as he saw the strange‑looking flight attendant off.
Afterward, the well‑known American writer suddenly pressed himself against the window,
practically wanting to stick his entire face out.
"I knew 'Back to the Future' was too conservative!" After the initial shock, Cassel was
also extremely excited and hurriedly pulled out his phone.
Because of his carelessness, he almost dropped his phone. After struggling with it for a
while, he finally managed to grab it with a sigh of relief.
He was about to praise himself a bit, but then Kassel remembered why he had taken
out his phone. He suddenly turned around, leaned against the window, and held up his
phone.
This is an attempt to take a picture.
however.
He then noticed that the incredibly young passenger in the driverless car seemed to
have spotted him, and the car accelerated to overtake the plane traveling alongside it.
"No!! Fly back! Fly back now!"
Kassel's face was practically pressed against the glass. Failing to capture this
supernatural experience on film would become his excuse for delaying the update, and he
might not be able to sleep well for a week.
"Tell the captain to speed up!"
Always prone to bizarre and outlandish ideas, Kassel pressed the call button. In his
haste, he no longer worried about being seen as mentally unstable and began to describe
his experiences to the flight attendant without any hesitation. The flight attendant simply
smiled and handed him a glass of red wine: "Sir, long‑haul flights can indeed cause
hallucinations."
"There are no flying cars in the sky above Metropolis, only flying Superman and the
villains he chases—that's common sense." The flight attendant's words left Cassel
speechless.
"Is that so...? Is this common sense?"
New Yorker Cassel doesn't really know much about the local customs and culture of
the metropolis.
"Yes, perhaps you can visit the [Superhero Popularity Center] website to read the
detailed analysis on this topic by the forum expert [I'm Really Not Batman]."
"Oh, and the article by the 'Superman Must Die' expert is also quite good. The skies of
Metropolis belong to Superman, and he won't allow anyone other than himself and his
little brats to set foot there—I'm quoting his exact words. Actually, I love Superman." The
pretty flight attendant was clearly a seasoned superhero fan.
Superman has children?
Kassel looked somewhat surprised.
"Forum big shots, those keyboard warriors, they're not always right. Most people still
think Superman can't find a spouse unless that spouse is Superwoman."
The beautiful flight attendant continued to smile.
"Makes sense."
Kassel nodded thoughtfully.
The flight attendant he called back clearly recognized him.
"Mr. Kassel, I remember your new book is about to be released, isn't it? How come you
still have time to travel to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?" The pretty flight attendant
probably also enjoys reading the author's books.
"Forehead⋯⋯"
Upon hearing this, Cassel's expression stiffened slightly. Unwilling to reveal the fact
that his new book had only been created in one folder, he immediately put his talent to use.
"I actually finished writing the new book a long time ago, so I wanted to go out for a
walk to clear my head and change my mood." Perhaps, being able to lie with a clear
conscience is a required course for every writer.
Kassel's smiling expression showed no sign of guilt.
"So that's it."
The pretty flight attendant had no suspicions.
"Then I hope you have a pleasant time at the Metropolitan."
She offered her blessings.
Seeing this, Kassel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time revealed
why he chose to travel to the Metropolitan Area: "I believe my trip will be very enjoyable."
"Because I'm not just traveling, I'm also trying to solve an interesting puzzle." As
he spoke, Kassel lifted his coat, revealing a letter hidden inside his suit jacket.
"A mysterious detective from the Mystery Society seems to know that I'm investigating
a book that stole my publicity resources, so he gave me a picture of the city of Metropolis."
Kassel put the envelope back into his clothes.
"Is that so? What do you want from me?"
The pretty flight attendant looked surprised.
"That's right, it's quite interesting, isn't it? I think it's a commission, and the
mysterious detective wants me to know it's a commission."
"Perhaps he needs me to find someone in the metropolis, someone who must be the
one who stole my new book's promotional resources." Cassel, speaking with certainty, was
still pondering why the mysterious detective wanted him to do this.
Beat the other person up?
Or is there some other reason?
"They can't expect me to teach this well‑connected person with powerful connections how
to write a book, can they?" Kassel was caught in a mental storm that could erupt at any
moment.
Seeing this, the flight attendant didn't want to disturb her.
"If you need some other ideas or inspiration, I think I'll be free after get off work
tonight," the flight attendant said, handing her phone number to Cassel.
She wasn't really bored to have chatted with Kassel for so long.
Kassel is a well‑known multi‑millionaire.
He's also handsome.
Which flight attendant wouldn't enjoy having some stories with someone like that?
"Oh, is that so? I suppose I'll need some inspiration too." Cassel's thoughts were
interrupted, and he quickly gave the pretty flight attendant a definite answer with a smile
and gentlemanly manner.
Such things happen frequently. Kassel certainly knows what the other party wants—a
few babies, or luxury goods and sports cars. He can afford anything except the former.
Everyone gets what they need, and that's true happiness.
"See you."
The pretty flight attendant left with an overly affected and pretentious demeanor.
Kassel only looked away after a long while.
"That car! Where can I buy that car?!" The writer's thoughts were indeed jumping
around. Despite a series of interruptions, he still couldn't get the flying car he had seen out
of his mind.
Kassel pressed his face against the window and looked out.
just.
The flying hellcat has disappeared from sight.
"Did the kids inside discover that I was trying to take pictures?" Cassell was unwilling
to give up and couldn't help but suspect that the passengers of the Hellcat had
superpowers and could sense the gaze of others.
however.
Is this really the case?
"Damn it! Boeing! What bad luck!" Ian hadn't actually sensed anything; he had just
accidentally caught a glimpse of the large aircraft's production markings and had made
the Hellcat accelerate wildly as an emergency safety measure.
"Stay away from planes like that in the future, lest you get scammed... They can crash
without warning." Ian shared his life experience with the young driver.
"dududu~"
The car responded with its horn.
"Ian! Close your window! My Dior sunglasses are going to fly off..." Madison's long hair
was flying wildly like a ghost because of the car's sudden acceleration.
"It has already flown away."
Madison couldn't hold onto his sunglasses.
"It's okay, I'll go to a magical place tonight and bring you a new one."
Ian is a very frugal person.
He can take as many luxury items as he wants in the Marvel universe without paying.
"I don't use pirated goods."
Madison's eyes were full of suspicion.
"Plagiarism? Ian, I don't have time to look for pirated goods! Do you know how
valuable my time is?" Ian immediately revealed his stingy nature.
"Oh, I see. I knew Superman had to take something with him when he was doing good
deeds... otherwise he wouldn't have money to eat when he got home after all that time he
was out there upholding justice!"
Madison's imagination is always so unique.
"Give me a little more. It's only fair that you take what Blackie stole. I'll pay for it." She
took out her wallet, only to find that there were only a few coins left.
then.
This girl, whose moral standards were perhaps even lower than Ian's, hurriedly began
to defend her financial situation.
"I have four thousand five hundred dollars in my bedside table, which was originally
intended as travel money for my vacation next week." Madison has always been most
afraid of people thinking she is a poor woman.
but.
Ian certainly wouldn't look down on his deskmate—four thousand, five thousand, six
thousand—it didn't matter; to Ian, whose account was overflowing with donations, they
were all penniless. Of course, every little bit helps, and while Ian considered himself
uninterested in money, he still wouldn't let such a chance to make money slip by.
Capitalists are all meticulous and calculating.
Ian simply kept that in mind.
"Give me the money on Monday, and I'll bring you the goods. Then, don't go out on
Saturday and Sunday. I'll tell everyone you meet that you went to the Hamptons for a trip."
Ian not only achieves a win‑win situation for himself, but he can also advise others to
achieve a win‑win life as well. Upon hearing this, Madison was only stunned for five
seconds.
"good idea!"
She clapped her hands, happily finalizing the plan. Madison had her own way of
thinking; others could tell if luxury goods were fake, but who could expose the counterfeits
in the Hamptons if she didn't go?
It's such a great value for money!
Madison Girls feel their way of thinking and their vision have broadened. This is how
"green tea girls" grow up. On the road of life, they will always encounter people who make
them more "green tea‑like".
"Okay, I'll take you home first, then I have some important business to attend to."
Ian likes to hang out with people like Madison. Most people can't understand his
intelligence and are unwilling to admit it, but his good deskmate knows exactly how smart
he is.
"Wow~ The car is speeding up again!"
Madison had already gotten used to the speed, but after Ian finished speaking, the car
under him accelerated again, and the surrounding clouds seemed to be rushing past.
"Driving this fast, if we roll over, the airbags probably won't be able to save us, right?"
She actually had such concerns, which just goes to show that she scored a little too high in
her science and natural science courses.
"Don't panic, we'll be home soon."
As soon as Ian finished speaking, the Hellcat began to descend rapidly from the clouds.
Madison, whose lips were trembling, finally saw the luxurious community where he lived.
"There! There!"
Madison raised his finger, attempting to navigate.
"I remember where your house is, you don't need to give me directions." Ian pulled
the girl, who was clinging to the window and almost fell, back into the relatively safe car.
"Huh? I don't remember you being here before..."
Madison was somewhat surprised.
"Of course you won't remember, but it was the first day of school when I investigated
everyone who seemed to have bullying tendencies—by the way, your mother must really
love your father very much."
"She didn't even let me into your house to have an orange," Ian couldn't help but
exclaim sincerely. Madison, upon hearing this, frowned and completely failed to
understand what he meant.
"Buzz~"
The engine is making a sound.
The Hellcat hovered at a height of more than ten meters above the ground.
"I've read a few driving books before, and starting from a stop is when the fuel
consumption is the highest⋯ so let's get off here." Ian said, then grabbed Madison.
He jumped down.
Madison was quite startled.
"Don't grab my neck or collar! This dress is expensive! Grab my hair instead, it's been
through so many fights, it's really durable!"
Madison screamed as she spoke.
"Your clothes were already torn to shreds. Don't think that just because Ian has
money now, you can extort me." Ian landed steadily with Madison.
There were no unexpected events.
He gently placed Madison down.
"The first time it was a decadent, rotten look, now it's an explosive, rotten look. How
can these be the same?" Madison straightened his clothes speechlessly, then blew on his
blond hair that looked like a bird's nest covering his face.
"Also, a normal person wouldn't put someone in a mailbox after landing with them,
right? I may not have much common sense, but I'm still very clear about this!"
Done.
Madison also patted the mailbox he was sitting on.
The mailbox made a thumping metallic sound.
"Hmm? If I don't find you a place to sit, your trembling legs will probably keep gripping
my waist tightly—you really are a cunning little punk."
"You finally got the chance to take advantage of me."
Ian gave him a look of disdain.
"..."
Madison rolled his eyes.
"Should I thank you for not complaining to your little simp Emily?" the green tea girl
gritted her teeth. She now knew how difficult it was to deal with a boy's smooth talk.
"Yes, so what do you need to say to me?"
Ian listened intently.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Madison gritted his teeth and repeated it three times.
She was taking a deep breath.
Ian, on the other hand, immediately felt relieved.
"What a virtuous little delinquent. I have to go now, see you next week—by the way,
don't even think about stealing my mom's cat." Ian nodded in satisfaction, then
reached out and grabbed the orange cat from Madison's stomach.
"Damn it!"
Madison was somewhat unwilling.
"Then at least let me raise that toad!"
Her attempt to settle for second best still failed to elicit a response from Ian.
I saw.
Ian sprang up like a spring and jumped back into the Hellcat, which was still
suspended in the air—the Hellcat's engine roared, a string of purple flames shot out of the
exhaust pipe, and the car "whooshed" into the clouds.
Watching Ian and his chariot disappear into the distance.
"So that's how Superman flies? Just by jumping?" Madison, who was still sulking, was
stunned. She felt that she had discovered a fact that no one else in Metropolis had noticed
all these years.
The anger is gone.
This young delinquent girl's mind is now completely occupied with whether Ian has
two super‑sized bunny legs hidden in his pants.
"This is huge news! There's no such thing as a flying superhero in the world!"
Feeling her imagination running wild, Madison jumped out of the mailbox and pushed
open the door of her villa. Her mother, a former third‑tier Hollywood actress, rushed over
excitedly.
"I knew it! I knew it! My precious daughter is definitely more capable than me! I only
managed to snag a rich dad like you, while you managed to snag such a handsome alien!"
Linda, who had the air of a noblewoman, was excited and grabbed her daughter's
shoulders, shaking her vigorously. Her expression was more joyful than if she had won the
lottery.
Madison was dizzy from the shaking.
"What aliens? Mom, what weird TV show are you watching again?" Her mind was
already in a mess because of what happened today, and now after being shaken a few
times, it went completely blank.
"Stop pretending! I saw it all! Aliens brought you back in a KFO!"
Linda had an expression that said, "I already knew this when I was filming 'Princess of
Mars vs. the Lizard Man.' Aliens just love blonde beauties!!"
Her tone was full of wisdom.
Madison didn't dare ask.
I was afraid that if I asked her, she would hear that this movie was rated R.
"That's a UFO, not a KFO, no, Ian's plane wasn't a UFO either⋯" Madison was
almost rambling on, and she grabbed her hair in frustration.
"I finally understand why Ian always said I was lacking in intelligence... It turns out the
root of the problem was you!" After living for so many years, Madison finally realized this
fact and once again felt that Ian's profound words were probably really true.
"Silly child, come let Mommy hug you. Girls should be a little silly, that way they're
more likely to have good luck." Linda, still charming and beautiful, couldn't stop smiling.
She is also very proud.
Madison, expressionless, was pinned down on her mother's ample bosom. She rolled
her eyes in utter despair, no longer willing to believe a single word her mother said.
Maybe her mother's claim that she was suited for Hollywood was a lie? At that
moment, Madison suddenly realized that she had found the reason why she had been
failing auditions.
really.
Ian said that even breathing the air he breathes can infect you with his intelligence.
it is true!
⋯⋯
Twilight Quadruple.
A gleaming Dodge Hellcat sliced through the sky, weaving through the clouds. Ian
followed the pointer, trying to find the location that Miss Death wanted him to find.
It wasn't difficult at all.
Hellcat quickly arrived atop an ancient monastery‑style building, its pointer twisting
and pointing downwards—clearly the clue given by Miss Death.
Surrounded by lush trees, the building appeared exceptionally secluded and
mysterious. Perhaps it was the headquarters of the witch cult Madison had mentioned
earlier?
After thinking about it for a while.
Ian ultimately decided to let Hellcat lead him away instead of acting rashly—mainly
because he didn't quite understand the true level of the so‑called Supreme Witch.
"Miss Death is too high‑level. The dungeons involving her must be very difficult. It's not
a place I can solo." Ian believed that as long as he wasn't in a hurry, someone else would
be.
Information acquisition is crucial.
So Ian isn't in a hurry.
Miss Death might just step in and provide the information herself, saving Ian the
trouble of gathering information himself—after all, activating the Batman search engine is
quite a hassle.
"Yes, let's do it!"
Ian's super brain told him once again that it was time to use his super leg. Hellcat
carried him up into the clouds again, speeding through the city's hustle and bustle towards
home.
"The number you dialed has been completely blocked. Please call this number again if
you encounter any difficulties. Thank you for your cooperation." Ian still wanted to take
advantage of the free time to reconnect with Batman.
Unexpectedly, he only heard a heartless, synthesized electronic voice.
"How could this be?"
Ian was heartbroken.
He hasn't even received the lamp ring yet.
"Sigh, let's go back and discuss this further."
Ian's Hellcat ran very fast and soon arrived at home.
This is a community where elite families live.
Although it was still a detached house, there were a few neighbors around. There was
no need for any special precautions, and under the cover of night, Ian allowed the Hellcat
to slowly descend.
Someone was watching from behind the curtains, but no one took pictures. There's no
need to make a fuss, since the neighbors all have pretty sharp ears, and coincidentally,
they're all professional agents from the same department.
So many years have passed.
Superman's identity was known to only a very small number of officials. The car
screeched to a halt on the lawn of her small yard, just three inches from Louise's most
cherished rose bushes.
"Even Jesus couldn't save you this time." Ian patted Hellcat on the shoulder and gave
his new buddy a warning. He had just picked up his backpack and opened the car door
when he felt a shadow looming over him.
It was the elderly father, Clark Kent.
This invincible superhero stood with his arms crossed, blocking Ian's path.
Where did you get this car?
Clark's voice was tinged with a sense of helplessness that he was almost used to. He
really couldn't understand why Ian always managed to pick up some strange and unusual
things whenever he went out.
"Was it a special fate that brought us together? I love it, it loves me... We're so sweet
together?" Ian was a little embarrassed to say that he used his superb negotiation skills to
get someone to pay for a car.
He gave a response, but it seemed like he didn't give a complete one.
no way.
Ian wouldn't dare say that his beloved car occasionally kills a few owners; otherwise,
no matter how much he proclaims himself as sacrificing himself for the benefit of the
public, his Hellcat would probably be sent to be scrapped.
"Are you two so sweet together?"
Clark, who had been watching Ian land the whole time, now only twitched his temples
slightly as the old father circled the black muscle car that smelled faintly of sulfur.
"Don't tell me this is car care product?" Clark picked up a dark red substance from the
trunk lid; the sticky substance gleamed eerily in the setting sun.
"From a biological point of view, this should be considered flesh and blood tissue, but
it shouldn't be on the protected list," Ian answered honestly, while secretly observing
his adoptive father's reaction.
"I'm asking you where your flesh and blood came from..."
The father, who rarely wanted to show his humor, sighed helplessly. His non‑stern
attitude was actually because his super sense of smell had already told him the answer.
Superman truly has a super sense of smell. The good news is, he knows this isn't the
flesh of his own kind that's being sold illegally; the bad news is, he doesn't even realize
what Ian did after leaving the group of thieves.
"Is it love? Love gave my little car flesh and blood." Ian seemed to be joking, but he
was actually testing whether his father knew what had happened on that street.
"..."
Seeing Clark's eyes twitch a few times, the old father probably hadn't noticed anything
unusual on that street—Ian thoughtfully touched the magic book hidden on his stomach.
A respectable old father.
They didn't even use X‑ray vision to observe him.
"Should we go home first?" Ian wanted to talk to Clark about the Supreme Witch and
the new mission of the female boss. He hoped that Clark could use his super connections
to find him a super mage to train him.
"Forehead⋯⋯"
Clark, who had initially wanted to ask Ian some questions, suddenly changed his
expression. Ian had just taken a step when he realized his elderly father was still standing
there.
The setting sun cast a long shadow of Clark.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
Ian sensed that Clark was hesitating.
He noticed the unnatural expression on Clark's face.
"Were you kicked out by your mother?"
Ian made a guess.
"..."
Clark shook his head speechlessly. To prevent Ian from making any more outrageous
guesses, he hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "I've talked to Jordan about
his abilities."
"He's currently in the stage of awakening his abilities⋯ well, just like you were
before, but Jordan's awakening came later, so your abilities might be different as a
result." Clark said in a deep voice. He didn't know that Ian had already discovered that
he was an adopted son, so he specifically emphasized to Ian that the abilities would be
different.
This is an attempt to take advantage of Ian's lack of knowledge about Krypton.
Ian pretended to believe him.
"And then?" Ian guessed that his father might have already talked to Jordan, and
perhaps the talk didn't go well. The classic scenario of a father and son having a bad
relationship and escalating their conflict often plays out in many American families.
Clark scratched his head in frustration: "I let something slip, so Jordan, considering
your recent strange behavior, guessed that your awakening happened earlier than his."
This is truly frustrating.
They even plucked out a few strands of Krypton's hair.
"Whatever, I like to show off anyway, but I don't like to play dumb to fool others." Ian's
honest answer left Clark momentarily speechless. "I'm glad you think that way. Sigh, if only
you had come back sooner." Clark's voice lowered, tinged with a hint of regret.
What does this mean?
Ian blinked.
I failed to understand my father's expression.
"It's nothing, never mind, you can go back now⋯ Give me the manuscript you've
finished writing, they're urging me to send it over for you." Clark didn't give Ian a
detailed explanation.
He seemed to have temporarily put his worries aside and looked at Ian's magical
hellcat. "I'm going now. We can't break our promises."
Clark may have occasional interactions with Batman.
They even knew to help Batman expedite his manuscript.
"here."
Ian opened the Hellcat and took out a small section of his manuscript that he had
written during his flight. He looked at his father, who was soaring into the sky and had to
escort packages to Gotham late at night.
"No wonder I have such good family upbringing! Family influence is really important!"
Ian couldn't help but exclaim, giving his father a thumbs up. His father was truly the most
perfect man on earth.
His personal qualities are impeccable.
"I can probably learn to fly by tomorrow at the latest." Withdrawing his gaze, which
had vanished in an instant, Ian turned around and pulled the already bloated demon head
out of the trunk.
"You didn't finish eating!"
Ian was still bothered by the questioning he had just received from his father.
The demon head blinked its murky eyes in grievance. It was truly powerless to do
anything about the lump of demonic flesh that Clark had discovered. "I can't lick anything
from outside the carriage from inside!"
Makes sense.
But the reasoning isn't strong enough.
"Having eaten so many demons, you still haven't evolved a Void Tongue? Never mind,
never mind, keep this safe for me first." Ian took the magic toad out of his pocket and
stuffed it into the demon's head's mouth.
It rushes directly into the stomach.
It did seem that there was another space inside the mouth of the demon, which now
only had a head.
"If you can't vomit when I need you, don't blame me for being ruthless," Ian
threatened, doing this entirely to avoid the risk of his family members being poisoned by
the toad.
no way.
My knowledge of magic is too limited.
Ian felt he needed a magic teacher who didn't lie—he thought of the purple‑haired girl
he'd met once before, and wondered how he could bring her home to be his tutor.
Humming a little tune, I walked home.
As Ian opened the door, warm lights and the sound of the television immediately
enveloped him. In the living room, his older brothers Jonathan and Jordan were sitting on
the sofa watching the news.
On the screen, the chaos in Gotham City was being broadcast live, with Batman's
figure flashing by. News reports said Batman had lost something, and Ian probably knew
what it was.
No wonder he told me to hurry up and send over the rest of the manuscript.
Looks like the attempt to catch the clown failed.
"The Joker is insane! He's using thirty incidents at once to attract Batman's attention,"
Ian exclaimed, watching the news on TV.
And at this time.
"Batman didn't stay in Metropolis, so all the manuscript I wrote last night was for
nothing, completely worthless." Louise's voice came from the kitchen, filled with obvious
resentment.
Ian felt a chill run down his spine and quickly held up the kitten gift box, using the
obsequious tone he'd learned from TV dramas, "Dear Mom, your favorite son has brought
you a gift!"
Hear the words.
Louise peeked out from the kitchen, her eyes lighting up when she saw the kitten. She
quickly came out and took the kitten, carefully embracing the well‑behaved orange cat.
This cat really didn't have any major stress reaction.
Instead, they curiously looked around.
"Cats of this quality are usually very expensive, right?" Louise stroked the cat's chin,
her tone softening considerably. After receiving her son's gift, any resentment she felt had
vanished.
Even top‑notch journalists.
They couldn't resist the temptation of the furry thing.
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. I skipped the middlemen and even the
manufacturers, so it's a great deal," Ian said earnestly, stating his embellished truth.
The kitten in Louise's arms stared at him for several moments.
He glared back at me.
"You snatched it from the mother cat?"
Louise sorted out Ian's logic.
"No, the mother cat deliberately abandoned it and then deliberately let me find it—she
must have prayed to God that I would give this cat to my gentlest mother."
Ian was also a master of flattery.
Louise immediately beamed with joy.
What happened to Jordan?
Ian asked the question at the opportune moment.
He noticed Jordan glancing in their direction, or more accurately, at Louise, from the
moment he entered. Only when Louise glared back did Jordan reluctantly turn back.
"It's nothing. You're so free... why don't you help me make dinner?" Louise pulled Ian
into the kitchen, and, still worried, peeked into the living room before returning.
"Your eldest brother is the oldest, but he hasn't awakened his abilities yet. To avoid
causing him psychological imbalance, don't let him know about your relationship with
Jordan for now."
have to say.
This is definitely the most classic "protective" mindset in American families. Ian felt
that this was actually wrong, but he didn't dare to contradict the most powerful person in
the family at this time. Yes, there were indeed four superhumans in this family. Even
though Jonathan hadn't awakened yet, only Louise could be considered an ordinary
person.
But ironically, this ordinary person is the one with the most power in the family.
"Ok."
Ian nodded.
Louise smiled contentedly, continuing to tease the kitten in her arms. Ian, seeing the
refrigerator, also felt very hungry, so he went over and took out milk and bread to tide him
over.
"Oh, right." Louise saw Ian eating heartily and seemed to suddenly remember
something. While looking down and playing with the cat, she asked a question in a
seemingly casual manner.
"Jordan said he'd glimpsed some of your comics and that your knowledge of
Superman's abilities was too detailed and abnormal. He's been asking me just now if
you've also awakened heat rays and a body of steel?"
Ask in a soft voice.
There was no emotion involved.
"What!?" Ian's mind cleared instantly, his hand holding the milk freezing in mid‑air. He
slowly turned his head and saw his mother deliberately teasing the cat.
At this moment.
Ian seemed to understand why his father hadn't dared to come in earlier. Perhaps
even Superman's morals and personal qualities weren't perfect, and his father also had
moments when he liked to lie to his children.
What do you mean by keeping promises?
This isn't probably an escape from disaster!
While you're at it, maybe you're trying to find his external brain to help you deal with the
family crisis?
"A cunning and wicked father!"
Ian was deeply shocked.
He felt he was left with indelible childhood trauma.
"Hmm? It seems it's true?"
Seeing that Ian didn't respond for a long time, Louise whispered with some confusion—
then she saw Ian close the refrigerator door and throw away the empty milk bottle in his
hand.
"Aba, aba, aba~"
Ian seemed to have become mute, his mouth moving only slightly as he walked
outside.
"?????"
Louise was stunned.
"Aba, aba, aba~!"
Ian walked all the way to the living room and squeezed between his two older brothers
before stopping his performance—he could certainly explain, but he wasn't going to do it
now.
After all, his father could help explain, but Clark still abandoned the poor little boy,
leaving him to face the situation alone and go to find an external brain.
Shouldn't he turn evil?
Where there is a cunning and wicked father, there must be a cunning and wicked child!
"What's wrong with you? Did you choke on your food?" Jonathan was genuinely unaware
of anything. He vigorously rubbed Ian's head, quite surprised by Ian's strange behavior.
"No, it's..."
Just as Ian was about to start digging more holes for his father, Jordan, who kept
looking back at the kitchen, grabbed him—under Jonathan's strange gaze, Jordan dragged
Ian all the way up to the second floor.
"Click~"
After locking himself in his room, Jordan drew the curtains. Ian stood in the middle of
the room; the strange, mixed smells in the poorly ventilated bedroom made him somewhat
resentful of his own extraordinary sense of smell.
"Jordan, I can smell the stench of billions of lives lost in your bedroom," Ian couldn'
t help but say. He estimated that there was no more sinister place on Earth than this.
"Hehe." Jordan ignored his brother's complaints. He even put some sound‑absorbing
cotton under the door. His movements were so fast that they could leave a blur in the eyes
of ordinary people.
how to say.
Super speed.
This is really not surprising at all. After cleverly, but not so cleverly, implementing the
anti‑eavesdropping measures, Jordan turned around, his blue eyes, which were exactly
like Clark's, fixed on Ian.
"You've awakened too, I know that."
Jordan spoke with certainty and in a very low voice, as if discussing state secrets.
"Huh? Yeah, that's right." Ian blinked. This time he readily admitted it, mainly because
he was genuinely curious about what Jordan was trying to say with his mysterious
demeanor.
Jordan's eyes lit up when he received an affirmative answer.
"Listen, I've been analyzing this for a long time."
Jordan licked his lips, his voice tinged with certainty, "Dad's Superman, you're
Superman, I'm Superman, and Jonathan's Superman is just an unawakened one, so..."
He paused briefly.
A groundbreaking answer was immediately obtained.
"Mom must be the superwoman who has become active in recent years!" Yes, this is
the conclusion that Jordan's underdeveloped super brain reached based on logical
reasoning.
Ian's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
Jordan seemed to take this as an endorsement and continued to talk: "But I asked my
mom several times, and she wouldn't admit it. She even slapped me. Here it is."
He also showed his back, which had been hit by Louise, but was completely unharmed.
"I feel like she's definitely faking it, trying to make Jonathan, who hasn't
awakened yet, feel better." This "amazing yet reasonable" idea earned Ian's praise.
"Jordan, your talent surpasses mine!"
This is a heartfelt sentiment.
Jordan took this as encouragement and excitedly rushed to his computer. After 300
seconds of the computer's fan running wildly, he logged directly into a forum called
"Superhero Popularity Center".
"Look, this post says that only Supergirl can live with Superman." Ian leaned closer
to look, and the title of the post was clearly written: "Superman and His Earth‑Exploding
Fertility."
The author is [Superman Must Die].
Before Ian could even suggest that Jordan click in to see the author's other posts, he
didn't even ask.
"And these old news stories." Jordan had already switched the website information
directly. He had dozens of netizens saved, many of which were news stories about Louise's
dangerous encounters when she was young.
"Mom always managed to escape danger, even though she wasn't with Dad yet. Is that
normal?" Jordan's scathing criticism was incredibly well‑founded.
"..."
Ian didn't want to hang out with his older brother, who had never been in a
relationship.
He turned to leave.
"Ian, you have to find the answer with me. Maybe we can come up with a plan to
make Mom reveal her true form." Jordan grabbed Ian's arm.
Ian shook off his second brother's hand.
"If you really want to make any plans, I feel like it will only make us get beaten to a
pulp⋯" Seeing that Jordan was still stubborn, Ian quickly chose to run away.
"Damn it! I can make plans myself! Ian! You'll see I'm smart too!" In the bedroom,
Jordan was clearly about to unleash his super brain.
Knowing his second brother's superpowers, Ian thoughtfully closed the door for him.
⋯⋯
at the same time.
Gotham.
Bat cave.
"Fuck Fuck!"
Bruce Wayne ripped off his headphones.
It was as if it were some kind of poisonous substance. On the monitor screen in front of
him, the audio waveform was still fluctuating violently, accompanied by sounds that were
not suitable for public playback.
Alfred walked in carrying a tea tray. Seeing his master's unusually flustered state, he
raised an eyebrow. "Has the youngest son of the Kent family done something outrageous
this time?"
He clearly knew what Bruce was listening to.
"It's Kent's second son's teenage turmoil." Bruce rubbed his temples. He felt it
was because he had blocked Ian, and this was Ian's way of retaliating against him.
He actually threw his phone under Jordan's bed.
"This shouldn't be something to make a fuss about, right?"
Butler Xia was slightly confused.
After a moment of silence, Bruce spoke in Batman's deep voice.
"I heard the howl of a beast~" He rubbed his temples again, using very literary
language, after all, Lord Wayne still needed to maintain some personal etiquette.
"?????"
Alfred's smile froze on his face.
"That's really..."
Butler Xia couldn't find a way to evaluate it either.
"Alfred, please bring Damian back to me." After a moment of contemplation, Bruce
seemed to have made a decision, a decision that greatly surprised Alfred.
"Didn't you say you wanted to toughen up the young master?"
The aged butler's tone was extremely surprised.
"Look at the Kent family⋯ I suddenly realized that Damian can actually be a good
kid—I can't be too harsh on him." Bruce immediately turned off the listening function on
Ian's phone.
Hear the words.
Alfred's eyes widened slightly.
This was probably the most tender thing Bruce had said to him in decades.
"I'll arrange the plane right away."
The old butler nodded imperceptibly, turned and left. Bruce returned to his work, his
hands flying across multiple keyboards. The dozens of feints and riots that had occurred
that day had left him feeling slightly tired.
but.
More than a dozen screens are running simultaneously.
Bruce remained methodical. Suddenly, he stopped, for he saw a tall figure reflected in
the brief blackout of the computer screen.
"Where's the manuscript?"
Bruce didn't turn around.
Clark emerged from the shadows and placed several sheets of paper on the table.
How long have you been here?
Bruce asked.
"I am always here."
Clark's voice carried a hint of resentment.
"..."
Bruce, his expression unchanged, typed on the keyboard with a slight pause. A subtle
awkwardness filled the air; the only sounds in the Batcave seemed to be the hum of
machinery.
Quiet.
Still quiet.
Bruce felt he needed to break the ice.
"I have to say, your rate of improvement has exceeded my expectations, and by more
than a little bit... Based on my current assessment, you have at least doubled your
strength."
talking.
He then presented Clark with an icon that showed an unusual curve.
This was indeed a successful way to change the subject.
"Your judgment is correct, still so accurate⋯ Ever since that incident, I've
discovered a power growing within me. It belongs to me, yet it doesn't."
Clark raised his arm, which had long since recovered.
His eyes were filled with confusion.
"I remember, it was Ian and Kara who helped you that time." Bruce didn't need to
look through his files, after all, it had only happened a few days ago.
As long as it doesn't exceed twenty years.
All the details of the events that he could find out afterward were in his mind.
He did not temporarily remove it.
"Well, I guess you could say they were together?" Clark's tone suddenly became
uncertain, as if he were recalling the scene of Ian holding the Kara, ready to duel with an
evil creature.
Bruce didn't press further, but simply gave Clark a deep look before pulling up a
satellite video.
"Clark, we need to be open and honest."
talking.
He played the satellite video. In the video, Madison was running down the street with
Ian, and then Ian stopped and appeared to be praying with his eyes closed.
"Wow~"
The video abruptly cut off.
It displayed a snowflake pattern.
"This⋯⋯"
Clark realized that the scene shown in the video might be the only demon‑related
event he hadn't noticed after Ian left earlier that day.
"what happened?"
He looked at the all‑knowing external brain.
"My satellite turned to ashes in an instant; that wasn't the power of you
Kryptonians." Bruce's voice was deep as he switched the computer screen to another
view.
That was footage taken by another satellite.
It captured images of the satellite used to photograph Ian. In the single frame, the
satellite photographing Ian is clearly seen being instantly destroyed by some invisible
force.
There was no collapse process.
The satellite became nothing more than dust in space.
"What do you mean? What are you trying to say?" Clark's pupils contracted slightly. He
knew how high the frame rate of Bruce's video was, but it still couldn't capture the process
of the satellite's destruction.
This is truly unbelievable.
"Of course, I hope you can be more honest with me, about that baby from back then,
now Ian Kent." Bruce stood up, facing Clark, who was slightly taller than him.
Their eyes met.
The lights in the bat cave cast long shadows between them.
"What is he?"
After a slight pause.
Bruce asked the question without any hesitation.
"Are you sure he was found inside the spaceship, and not during some evil magical
ritual?" The fact that Bruce asked this question already proved that he didn't believe Ian
was also brought by the spaceship.
In fact.
This is indeed a lie.
Clark's expression became complicated.
"This is something I cannot tell you."
He spoke in a deep voice, his imposing manner weakening somewhat.
"why?"
Bruce then pressed on with his questions.
Clark opened his mouth.
In the end, he just shook his head.
"This is a secret that cannot be mentioned... and I also need to protect my child."
Clark's voice suddenly became ethereal, as if it came from a very distant place.
"secret?"
Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You know I'll find out the truth, right?"
He spoke in a deep voice.
"You can try, but I think you'll experience failure again."
Clark was so confident that he didn't even bother asking Bruce for advice anymore. He
simply turned around and left, his figure disappearing swiftly into the Batcave.
And watching Superman's departing figure.
Bruce looked away after a long while.
He turned and walked deeper into the bat cave, where the cold light reflected off the
metal walls, casting eerie blue shadows. Finally, the man stopped in front of a huge, sealed
pod.
The mechanical sound of unlocking was exceptionally clear in the silence.
The hatch slid open, revealing a transparent container kept at a constant temperature
inside—a canister of flowing golden energy, like imprisoned lightning, restlessly pulsating
within the glass.
They are the Speed Force!
"I need to see that day."
Bruce weighed the pros and cons, speaking softly. Just then, in what should have been
an underground laboratory, a pale bolt of lightning suddenly struck the bottle in Bruce's
hand.
The container was fried into powder.
The Speed Force escaped completely.
Startled and uncertain, Bruce took several steps back, his entire body now covered in
super alloy armor. He looked at the spot he had left behind, where a line of words burning
with holy flames was left on the scorched ground.
"This is a warning."
The handwriting is clear.
The edges even shimmered with a faint light that seemed otherworldly.
The pupils contracted violently.
Batman read the words on the ground in a deep, husky voice.