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

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Ian's situation does look rather bad.

The icy chill had crept up Ian's boots, frost creeping up his trousers. His breath condensed into white mist in the air, but his back... well, Ian was already shivering from the cold, his back was still slightly hunched forward, but if anyone asked him later, he would still stubbornly say that his back was still as straight as a spear.

If anyone wants to write a biography of Ian, this is how the history book should be written about today.

"Let me kiss the back of your feet? Tsk tsk, disgusting. You must be gay, and a pedophile at that..." Ian stood there, his body covered in frost, exhaling white mist with each breath. He slowly raised his head, ice crystals falling from his eyebrows, revealing a pair of eyes burning with vigilance.

When a little boy is out and about, he's bound to run into strange guys. His comment on Loki's refusal to allow him to openly express his love for him instantly froze Loki's maniacal smile.

"What—what did you say?!"

His one eye widened, and then he became so enraged that he trembled all over.

"A guy who can fall in love with himself is bound to covet Lord Ian's good looks—damn Loki, you're only fit to stay at home and take care of your own needs!"

Ian showed no sign of backing down. Although his voice was slightly shivering from the cold, his loud tone was still clear enough for all the frost giants to hear him clearly.

They started whispering to each other.

This caused Loki's face to turn increasingly red.

"Shut up!"

Loki's rage erupted completely, and the Casket of Ice emitted a blinding blue light.

He swung his arm violently: "You! Tear him apart! Pull out his tongue! Crush his bones into powder!! Tear him apart by ten horses!"

This was an order given to the Frost Giants, not wanting these idle subordinates to discuss their sexual orientation. These Frost Giants, who had been kept in captivity for many years, were not exactly known for their sharp minds.

"As ordered!"

The frost giants roared as they charged toward Ian. They were ten meters tall, with muscles like ice and rock. They thrived in the extremely cold environment, and their abilities were even enhanced.

Their bodies had grown considerably larger than before, their eyes burning with ghostly blue soulfire, their massive forms stomping the earth as they roared and wielded their icy giant axes, charging towards Ian like a tidal wave!

Ice crystals spread beneath the warriors' feet, and a frigid storm swept towards Ian. The earth cracked, ice shattered, and hundreds of giant figures appeared, their power terrifying as if death itself had descended.

The clash of swords and axes weaves a web of death.

only.

Ian stood still, motionless.

Just as the giants were about to reach him and tear him apart.

"Too bad I don't eat humanoids, otherwise you'd all be snacks." Ian rolled his eyes and muttered regretfully, before his eyes blazed with endless interest and heat.

"boom!!!"

That was the radiance of an eternally burning star. Golden beams of light shot from his eyes, like two whips of destruction, sweeping across the heavens and earth and striking directly at the frost giant!

"laugh--!!"

The frost giant, which was the first to be hit, didn't even have time to scream before its chest was pierced through. The intense heat caused its body to explode from the inside, and its icy blue blood evaporated into mist before it even hit the ground.

The heat rays swept across like a giant burning sword, felling rows of frost giants in their wake. Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the intense heat, eventually turning into charred corpses. Some were severed at the waist, their upper bodies still crawling; others had their heads exploded, their icy eyeballs melting in the heat.

The worst-hit were even vaporized by the heat rays, leaving not even ashes. In the blink of an eye, only charred corpses remained on the battlefield; the entire frost giant legion had been wiped out.

The heat rays ravaged the earth like tyrants! Wherever the beams passed, ice melted into magma, the earth cracked into a sea of ​​fire, and the screams of the giants were distorted into mournful wails in the intense heat.

This was a complete and utter crushing defeat. Ian displayed the terrifying destructive power befitting a Heavenly Father-level powerhouse. Moreover, the wailing souls of the Frost Giants were crystal clear in his eyes.

"Huhuhu~"

Ian gasped for breath as he slowly rose into the air. The residual heat of the rays gradually dissipated, but Ian's eyes still shone with a golden afterglow. His eyes were golden, like the sun god descending upon the world.

The mimicry armor automatically took on the challenge, transforming into a black and white Superman suit—a red and black color scheme with a gold "CD" badge constantly flashing on its chest.

His cloak fluttered in the still-heat wave, but there was no sound of Ian inhaling; his mouth was working frantically like a cosmic-level turbo suction device.

A terrifying suction force erupted from him!

The fragments of souls that had escaped from the charred remains, the lingering icy magic, and even the residual life force in the air were all forcibly extracted and rushed into Ian's mouth like rivers flowing into the sea!

He devoured it greedily, as if savoring the most exquisite dessert in the universe. Energy surged within him, and the mimicry armor emitted a low hum, as if cheering for this "feast for the soul."

But just then—a mysterious force quietly descended. Those fragments of souls that should have been devoured, just as they were about to enter Ian's throat, were suddenly seized by an invisible hand and sank! They pierced through the earth, crossed the earth's core, and fell into a dark depth that even divine sense could not detect, as if heading towards some indescribable destination.

"What the heck? My food was stolen halfway through?"

Ian frowned, sensing the force, only to discover that it came from the very laws of the universe—ancient, cold, and inviolable. It was the inevitable destination for the dead—the end of death.

No blasphemy is allowed.

"It's a 50/50 split! A 50/50 split! You're trying to steal my food! Damn it! You have no sportsmanship!" Ian knew that the supreme concept of the Marvel Universe did not respond to his meaning.

He stomped his foot in anger.

Marvel's Death is so cunning, unearned, shameless, and disgusting. She's a new-age feminist, not nearly as easy to talk to as Miss Death from the DC universe.

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finally.

Ian only managed to consume a small amount of the remaining energy, which made him feel slightly uneasy, so he turned his gaze to Loki, who was using Odin's body.

To be precise, she looked at the ice box in Loki's hand—this thing was clearly a high-energy substance, which could not only be used as a refrigerator, but might also be used to eat directly!

Ian's drool was starting to leak out slightly.

"How can this be!"

Loki staggered back a step, a flicker of fear flashing in his single eye. He stared at the figure hovering in mid-air, like the embodiment of a star, and for the first time, terror gripped his heart. But quickly, he looked down at the Casket of Ice in his hand, then touched Odin's body, before regaining his composure.

“It’s obvious you didn’t go to school as a child. Under normal circumstances, you can never freeze the sun’s brilliance.” Ian’s voice was low, actually bubbly with frustration.

"The Sun God?" Loki gritted his teeth. "Damn it! No matter what you are, you have to grovel at my feet! This is no normal situation!"

He suddenly raised the Ice Box high, and Odin's divine power poured into it once again. The runes on the surface of the box lit up one by one, and terrifying cold air erupted like a tsunami!

"Extreme Cold, Eternal Prison—Freeze! All things!!!"

Loki is still as childish as ever.

However, this time he caused quite a stir, as absolute cold descended.

Wherever the chill passed, the air solidified, the earth turned into glaciers, and even the light was frozen. The frost spread wildly from Loki's center, covering the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, followed by cities, mountains, oceans... even the waves froze in the instant they surged, forming ice sculptures thousands of meters high.

Earth, ruins, wreckage, zombies… everything was covered by a layer of eerie blue, unmelting, extremely cold ice crystals. In the end, the entire Earth was completely frozen, becoming an ice-blue planet, sealed by an unmelting, extremely cold shell, losing the last trace of warmth remaining on the planet.

The power of Odin.

That's how powerful it is.

Thor raised Mjolnir high, roaring, but before he could finish, he turned into an ice sculpture, the lightning freezing at the tip of the hammer like a blooming ice flower.

As soon as Captain America raised his shield, his body became an ice-cold warrior, even the blood at the corner of his mouth congealed into rubies.

Morgan Stark's Iron Man armor emitted its final alarm before being swallowed by ice, leaving only a pair of unclosed eyes reflecting the icy light of the universe.

Gwen, the Phantom Spider, is the only one still capable of thinking.

She was frozen in mid-air, her body entwined with spider silk like an ice crystal web, but her consciousness was not completely frozen due to the "Phantom Spider Gene" bestowed upon her by Ian. She could see, hear, and think—but she could not move.

She watched as Loki, holding the Box of Ice, stood atop the frozen earth, Odin's body gleaming like a new god in the cold light. His single eye swept across the scene, a victorious smile playing on his lips.

"Die!"

Loki grinned maliciously, and the frost storm instantly engulfed Ian's figure. Odin's divine power and the Frost Giants' extreme cold power merged perfectly, and the terrifying chill, like a tsunami, threatened to bury Ian along with the entire planet!

However, this was just Loki's wishful thinking, without Ian's approval. Even as absolute cold arrived, Ian's figure suddenly broke through the ice fog's blockade, soaring straight into the sky in a superhuman manner! His speed was so fast that he even left a golden afterimage behind him.

"At absolute zero, all matter should cease to move!" Loki's pupils contracted, and he immediately activated the Ice Box, unleashing a torrential downpour of icy power upon Ian!

"Absolute low temperature is just physics, what does it have to do with what Ian studies? Illiterate Loki!"

Ian did not turn around.

Instead, it soars straight into the universe.

"You—!" Loki was instantly enraged by Ian's taunt. His Odin body erupted with brilliant divine light. He shattered the ground and soared into the sky, chasing after Ian!

The two, one after the other, broke through Earth's atmosphere and rushed into deep space in the blink of an eye.

In the boundless sea of ​​stars, Ian's speed remained undiminished; he streaked through the planetary belts like a golden meteor. Loki followed closely behind, the Casket of Ice continuously unleashing its frigid power. Relying on the divine strength of Odin's body and the might of the Casket of Ice, his attacks were like a storm, freezing meteorites, asteroids, and even the light of stars in his path!

Even black holes cannot escape the fate of being frozen; this is an extremely terrifying cosmic artifact. Ian's body did not support him to confront the opponent head-on, so Ian chose to study the strategies of great men.

Ian brought the essence of guerrilla warfare to its fullest extent.

Loki chased Ian, traversing the galaxy, determined to tear him apart. But Ian was as agile as a fish. He didn't confront him head-on, he didn't engage in direct combat, he simply kept moving.

The universe is boundless and lifeless.

In the narrow corners of the zombie universe.

The stars stood still like rusted gears, and pale blue frost flowers condensed at the edge of the black hole. Even the pulse of time was frozen by the cold air, causing many places to lose their sense of time.

This dimension, which should have been utterly tranquil, has now become a battlefield between gods. Loki, riding Odin's divine body, smashes three rogue planets. The cosmic dust condensed on the surface of his golden armor transforms into dazzling stardust under the shockwaves of divine power, while the Casket of Ice spins in his palm, creating an absolute zero vortex that warps space itself.

"You can't escape!"

Loki roared.

Raise your hand and wave.

The God-King's roar shattered the nearby asteroid belt, and twelve frost chains pierced through the void, capable of obliterating planets and meteorites, but unable to capture the slippery Ian.

Ian's figure shimmered in the frigid air, his golden light piercing the extreme cold like the sun. He deliberately slowed down, allowing Loki's icy power to catch up with him but always falling just short.

"Is all you can do is run away?!" Loki's roar shook the frozen atmosphere. "Fight me fair and square!"

"Wow, how scary, how scary~" Ian made a face while floating in the air, and casually flicked out a golden beam of light. The light pierced through the icy mist and struck Loki precisely between the eyebrows.

It makes a crisp "ding" sound.

The damage is minimal.

But it's extremely insulting.

I'm going to tear your mouth apart!