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

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Loki was enraged, and the Casket of Ice emitted an even more dazzling blue light.

The power of the ruler of the nine realms materialized through the Ice Box, and Odin's divine power poured into it like a torrent, with icy blue energy waves spreading wildly from him.

The Box of Ice shone with an unprecedented, frigid light in Loki's hands.

That was not light, but absolute cold.

It spread like a tide, devouring galaxies, freezing black holes, and freezing time itself. Stars extinguished one after another, turning into ice crystal sculptures; nebulae solidified, like a sealed scroll.

The entire microcosm, from the macrocosm to the microcosm, from matter to energy, from space to time—was frozen in time. Even Ian's last figure slowly came to a standstill in the light.

The evil god was frozen in eternal extreme cold.

The universe is completely frozen.

The entire dimension was dragged into an eternal winter, including Ian, a being who proclaimed himself a Godfather.

"No matter how slippery an ant is, it's still just an ant. Before absolute power, your little tricks are meaningless!" Loki hovered in the center of the universe, the Casket of Ice in his hand, Odin's body radiating supreme majesty. He opened his single eye, looking down at this frozen kingdom, a victorious smile playing on his lips.

"Run! Keep running! Why did you stop? Weren't you good at dodging? Weren't you good at slapping people in the face? Weren't you good at saying 'Great job'?" Loki grinned maliciously, floating in front of Ian, watching Ian's figure gradually stiffen in the cold wave, eventually turning into an eternal ice sculpture.

Loki stood upon the frost throne, a morbid satisfaction gleaming in his single eye.

"Run! You were so good at dodging just now!"

He yelled at Ian's ice sculpture, but Ian's ice sculpture didn't react at all, its expression frozen in horror at the last moment, the kind of horror that made its eyes bulge out.

Loki was very pleased with this expression; Loki's mouth twisted in a grimace, and Odin's face contorted with schadenfreude.

"You think this is the end? No, I will keep you conscious in eternal ice, making you feel the pain of every inch of your flesh being frozen! I will make you watch your own body being crushed inch by inch, and you—can't do anything about it!" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his divine power surging within the icy box.

Loki even brought himself to orgasm.

It was as if I could already see Ian wailing in endless torment.

however.

Just at this time.

"I'm waiting for you to run out of divine power. What are you waiting for?"

A familiar voice rang out leisurely behind Loki.

Loki's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.

Instinct was driving Loki to release adrenaline; his pupils suddenly contracted, and his neck stiffened, turning inch by inch, as if every movement was resisting some invisible fear.

I saw.

Ian Callus was hovering behind Loki, his body transparent, as ethereal as a ghost, with only his golden eyes shining brightly in the frozen universe.

"Wh...what?!" Loki's voice was almost ripped apart. In this place where the universe had fallen silent, he couldn't understand why he could still see other living things besides himself.

An absolute winter that even the frost giants couldn't withstand!

"Why! What the hell are you?!" Loki's one eye widened, his voice trembling. "Impossible! You've been frozen! You've been defeated by me!"

He was horrified, as if he had stumbled upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

My brain is buzzing.

Fortunately, Ian has always been fond of teaching.

"Laughable. This is the tragedy of you ordinary people who don't have a super brain like mine. Freezing everything is nothing; I can just have my soul leave my body and knock your head with my spirit."

"There's nothing you can do about me."

The transparent Ian tilted his head, a wise smile curving his lips. As he spoke, he actually punched Loki's head a few times, though Odin's bald head was rock hard.

The feel is not good.

"It can't be like this... The soul... The soul should be frozen too..."

Loki's single eye reflected Ian's transparent figure, the Casket of Ice trembled in his hand, Odin's divine power was almost exhausted, and the enemy before him—had never been truly defeated.

"No...impossible!" Loki roared hysterically. "The Casket of Ice can freeze even souls! How could you—you can't possibly be a holy soul!"

He seemed to have thought of something.

Unwilling to accept reality.

"You're not a Holy Soul! Your whole family isn't a Holy Soul!" Ian's insults were always the same two-fold, but they still managed to elicit a resentful roar from Loki's throat.

Under the gaze of this schemer who also claimed to be the new ruler of the Nine Realms, Ian's eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and the golden light exploded in the frozen universe!

This is going all out.

The radiance, as brilliant as the sun, engulfed Loki's figure, and the frozen universe was rekindled at that moment by the radiance that could illuminate the entire microcosm.

……

Earth, still bearing the chill of the ruins.

Thor slowly opened his eyes, frost falling softly from his eyelashes. He struggled to sit up, feeling as if his head had been struck by a frost giant's hammer—cold and painful. He shook his head, trying to clear his muddled thoughts, and then—

He saw Ian.

Ian was crouching not far away, with a campfire burning in front of him and two ice sculptures on top of it—one of Captain America and the other of Gwen.

Thor: "...?"

Ian noticed Thor was awake and waved enthusiastically: "Hey, Thor! You're awake? Come on, just in time for dinner!"

Thor opened his mouth.

For a moment, he didn't know how to describe the scene before him. He watched as Ian pulled a bottle of chili powder and salt and pepper from his pocket and sprinkled it evenly on Captain America's ice sculpture.

The guy was humming a little tune.

"Grilled Captain America is awesome! Frozen Gwent is so fragrant!"

Even though Thor knew Ian was just having fun and it was just a joke among people, he still found it hard to comment on what he saw.

"..."

Perhaps this is the way of thinking of an evil god. He clutched his still throbbing head, staggered over, and decided to ask Ian the serious questions that concerned him most first.

"Where's Loki?" Thor looked around, but he didn't see the arrogant evil villain, nor did he see even a trace of the Frost Giants' remains.

He was frozen unconscious relatively early, so he suspected that Ian had eaten all the frost giants.

"Loki?"

Ian didn't even look up, just casually pointed to the side.

"There it is."

Thor looked in the direction he was looking and saw a thermos on the ground. From inside the thermos, he could faintly hear Loki's furious roar: "Let me out! You lowly ants of Midgard! I'll rip your guts out and knit them into sweaters—I am the King of the Nine Realms, you can't treat me like this!"

Thor was stunned for a second, then overjoyed.

"Haha! Loki, King of the Frost Giants! You've finally met your match!" He grabbed the thermos, unscrewed the lid without hesitation, and positioned his backside against the rim of the cup.

"puff--!!!"

A deafening fart was perfectly poured into the thermos.

There was a brief silence in the cup, followed by Loki's hysterical scream: "Thor! You son of Odin who deserved to die long ago!! I'll kill you!!! I will definitely kill you!!!"

He was raging with impotence.

Thor laughed heartily, so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.

"How was it? Was the Thunder God's fart powerful enough?"

Thor used the crooked smile of Thor.

Ian gave a thumbs-up, offering a bit of emotional support.

"As expected of Thor, even his farts are electrified."

He was mainly feeling guilty and needed to be given emotional support.

"Absolutely, absolutely, hahaha~"

Thor smugly tightened the lid, shook Loki's soul a few times, and then put it away contentedly. But soon, his smile froze.

“Wait, Ian.” Thor’s expression suddenly turned serious. “What about my father’s body?”

The landlord's foolish son finally remembered that Loki had been wearing his father's skin, and thus failed to help Ian, who had been keeping a close eye on time, escape this crisis.

Ian paused for a moment.

Eyes wandering.

"Uh...well..."

He spoke somewhat hesitantly.

Thor had never seen a god of evil act like this before.

His heart sank instantly.

"you……"

His voice began to tremble.

"You wouldn't...have eaten my father's body, would you?!"

Thor is truly furious!

Ian swallowed hard.

"..."

He suspects that Thor has a habit of misunderstanding his own food intake range.

Seeing that Ian didn't answer, Thor instantly broke down, wailing and lunging forward to pry open Ian's mouth: "Spit it out! Spit it out! That's my dad!! Spit out my dad!"

Thor kept trying to pry Ian's throat, his movements were extremely rough, and he was crying and spitting tears while hitting Ian's head with Mjolnir.

Berserker Experience +1

Berserker Experience +1

Berserker Experience +1

Ian, unusually, did not retaliate.