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

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He told the truth.

Clark was able to determine that.

"It wasn't me! I didn't kill this fallen one! The great Sangoku Demon took its life!" When the demon saw Clark's sharp gaze fixed on it, it hurriedly denied it. It tried to shake its head but found that it was too small to move, so it could only quickly reveal who had taken the chemistry teacher's life.

how to say.

Loyalty, but not many are truly loyal?

Judging from its willingness to betray even its master, it's definitely a pure-blooded demon. To its master, whom it's never met but has only heard its voice from, this demon once again displays the flowery language befitting a demon.

"You will never have another chance to kill someone."

Clark spoke in a deep voice to the Minotaur.

"I'd like to say I've never killed anyone... I encountered a ghost the first time I came to the human world, you probably think I'm just making excuses for the devil..." The devil, now only a head, looked a little aggrieved, but Clark didn't care about the creature's past.

The old father looked at his youngest son. He was visibly more relaxed after learning the truth, but he still spoke to Ian in his characteristically simple Kansas farm tone, giving him a warning.

"Self-control is very important, Ian. People like us can easily make a big mistake if we're not careful. I hope you can stay rational in any situation."

This is absolutely Clark's heartfelt and earnest advice.

Ian wholeheartedly agreed.

"Don't worry, Dad, even if they're supervillains, I won't kill them. I'll lock them all up in hell." Ian nodded vigorously in response.

"Hell? You mean... prison, right?"

Clark was stunned for a moment.

The difference between these two words is really big.

However, he still wanted to believe that Ian's language scores were not good enough.

"it's the same."

Ian nodded again.

"..."

Clark remained silent for a moment.

"There is no hell! There are only prisons!"

He made another correction, still somewhat uneasy.

"Okay, then prison it is."

Ian was somewhat disappointed, but he still agreed. He believed that his father was doing this for his own good; as a minor, such decisiveness was indeed not appropriate for his age.

However, it doesn't matter.

Locking up everyone who crosses him and then killing them when he grows up is also a viable option—Ian glanced at the bull's head on the table, thinking that this demon's throat could probably be converted into a private prison. This was Ian's extraordinary wisdom; he could always find a way to achieve the best of both worlds.

If the demon can't spit out the prisoner, that's the demon's problem, not Ian's. He can even say that he's also a victim, that his childhood dream was to grow up and punish evildoers, but his dream was shattered and he became a boy with a broken dream.

"very good."

Clark, who doesn't have mind-reading abilities, looked relieved. "It seems that although you're a bit unconventional, your thinking is still mature enough. I think that puts your mother and me at ease."

As he spoke, he stepped toward the window.

"Sigh~"

The demon's head had already sensed Ian's malicious gaze. Seeing Clark about to leave, it weighed its options for a moment before finally shouting hysterically at Superman.

"Take me away! Take me away! Demons are also legitimate citizens of this universe, and they should also have the right to be saved by Superman... I mean, don't let me corrupt your children!"

"I'm a demon again! I'm good at corrupting children!" It really didn't want to stay here any longer, and even being taken away and sealed by Superman felt happier than staying with Ian.

"Shut up!"

Ian quickly stepped forward and covered the bull's mouth.

“I told Jordan I was going out to buy milk, so I need to go buy some more.” Clark just glanced back, showing no concern that Ian would be led astray.

The saying "no one knows a son better than his father" is clearly demonstrated at this moment.

Just as he had skillfully climbed out the window and jumped onto the roof outside, Clark seemed to suddenly remember something and came back to give Ian some instructions.

“Oh, right, speaking of Jordan, you absolutely mustn’t let him see this… trash can of yours.” Clark followed Ian’s lead and referred to the demon head he had placed on Ian’s desk.

The old father looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Again.

No one knows a son better than his father.

“I understand, Jordan needs to enjoy the life of an ordinary person.” Ian quickly found a truly suitable reason for his second brother, and Clark nodded with satisfaction at this excuse.

it is more than words.

After Clark vanished into the sky in a flash, only Ian and the demon's head remained in the room. The atmosphere was alright, though, because Ian had already picked up his hammer.

"Don't come any closer! Please don't come any closer!" The demon watched Ian's figure gradually approaching, his turbid yellow eyes filled with fear and horror.

"We demons are just like that, full of lies and very fickle. I just can't control my nature!" Its incredibly honest voice was trembling uncontrollably.

of course.

Honesty cannot stop Ian from retaliating against the whistleblower.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A thorough repair was done.

The demon felt as if his soul was about to be shattered.

"I want to die! Now! Immediately! Right now! Why can't I die yet?! I should have been beaten to death by you by now!" it cried hysterically.

His voice was filled with deep confusion.

"Is it possible that you insulted someone you shouldn't have?" Ian was just guessing. He picked up the demon head on his desk and looked at the peach-shaped alarm clock his second brother had given him.

"Time is almost up, you have to come with me to do an experiment."

Ian spoke softly.

"What kind of experiment?"

The demon stammered.

It had a very bad premonition. Ian didn't answer, but simply lay down on the bed, clutching the demon's head tightly. The clock hands struck the exact same point.

Everything was still.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a completely different world.

Snowflakes were falling everywhere.

The boy appeared silently on the deathly quiet street.

"It really was my own fault?"

Ian stared in astonishment at the demon's head he was holding. He had brought a laser gun back from this world, and now he had brought a living creature with him.

The guess was confirmed.

Ian was also extremely shocked.

"No! No! No!"

The demon head in his hand was trembling violently, far more intensely than when he faced Superman.

"This is impossible... impossible!" The demon's voice could no longer be described as trembling; it was filled with disbelief, horror, and fear.

"What's impossible?"

Ian was still wondering why he was able to do such a thing.

"you you……"

The Minotaur's throat seemed to be blocked, its broken vocal cords emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows, and its mad scream completely shattered the world's seemingly eternal tranquility.

"How could you be a dimensional demon?!"

In this extraordinary world, I casually trained my body and suddenly became a god?

Chapter 78 Who isn't a pure soul?

Nightmare world.

The eternal cold wind whipped snowflakes against Ian's face. He looked down in confusion at the demon head dangling from his waist, its murky eyes and face filled with fear and dread.

"What dimensional demon god?"

As Ian pondered this, he frowned slightly.

"You...you..." The demon's head was still immersed in disbelief and terror. He couldn't understand how Superman's son could be a dimensional demon god.

This isn't magic at all!

Although the Minotaur itself didn't understand science very well, it believed that this situation couldn't possibly be scientifically accurate either! Kryptonians are a race of cosmic gods, not dimensional demons!

"You possess a complete universe!"

He looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

The Minotaur was observing and sensing this unfamiliar world.

The more information you acquire...

It became increasingly terrified.

Although the enormous figure in the sky was lifeless, even its remains filled the demon that had crawled out of hell with a suffocating terror. Just imagine, such a being was hung in the sky as an ornament; how could a small demon not tremble with fear?

“I am not a dimensional demon, nor do I possess a complete universe. It is a cosmic tumor that has ‘grown’ in my body. It is an illness, but there is currently no cure.”

"Thank God, I never intended to get treatment anyway."

Ian still remembered his conversation with Miss Death, and he was more willing to believe what the big shot said. A little devil who could even be dealt with by him was no match for Miss Death in terms of vision or status.

"A universe grows inside your body! You still say you're not a dimensional demon!" The minotaur demon seemed to only hear what it wanted to hear; its sharp, explosive roar was particularly jarring in this silent world.

"I possess inherited knowledge! I know this is your dimension! You are a dimensional demon disguised as a human child, and I don't know how you used to implant false memories into Superman!"