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The chef sneered.
"Bang bang bang!"
Ian remained silent.
They just kept smashing the windows.
"Damn it! Bulletproof glass! Missile-proof glass, huh?" Ian smashed it for ages but couldn't break it, and was speechless. Then, he was dumbfounded to see the chef on the other side of the window nodding with a strange smile.
"..."
It really is missile-proof glass.
what is this?
Lex Group's cutting-edge technology?
In the world before the time travel, Ian would have been furious and would have cursed everything. But in the DC universe, the existence of such glass might be quite reasonable.
However, this did not stop Ian from becoming furious.
"Fine, fine! Why didn't you remind me sooner! You only said half of what you were saying, didn't you!"
He looked around.
Super Intelligence is back online.
Just a glance.
He immediately found himself an unparalleled divine weapon.
"I'm sorry, Aunt, I need your help with my cultivation. I think even if you're sober, you'll forgive me! After all, this is to uphold the justice you believe in!"
“I drank all that soup, I don’t know how many people it saved, it’s an immeasurable act of merit! A win-win-win situation! I win twice!” Ian saw his dazed cousin, so he grabbed Kara’s legs with both hands and lifted the invincible Kryptonian up. He swore that this was definitely the most useful hammer in the world.
Ian slammed his cousin against the glass window like he was swinging a sledgehammer.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
All I can say is that using my cousin to bait the hole—no, it's using my cousin to smash glass. Just by listening to the sound, you can tell how extraordinary it is. It proves that the hardest substance in the world is not diamond.
It's not the head of a Kryptonian.
"Wow~"
The entire bulletproof glass shattered instantly.
Whether it was Kara's stubbornness or the fact that Lex Group's counterfeit products were substandard, Ian successfully overcame the obstacle between himself and the "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup".
"No!"
The chef was covered in shards of broken glass.
but.
He still managed to protect his large bucket with all his might.
"Stop! These sources of hope need to be distributed to others! The new world needs them! It needs them!" The chef roared a warning as Ian approached.
"Bang~"
He was skillfully swung around by Ian and was sent flying.
"You can't do this to me! I am the Jesus of the new world! I will change this world!" The chef was slammed against the wall, spitting out green blood and screaming in agony.
“You should have been my warrior… Why is this happening, why…” The chef felt as if all the bones in his body were broken; he looked like a useless, fragile mage.
His body was too weak.
"Coo coo coo~!"
Ian completely ignored the chef.
He simply grabbed the large bucket and drank all the green soup.
then.
It's those lush green vegetables.
In the blink of an eye, he devoured everything.
Berserkers have huge appetites, as anyone who knows.
Blood Curse
[You are being corrupted by fel energy. Experience points +1]
Seeing that the familiar routine had returned, Ian let out a satisfied burp. He was in a good mood, and according to the theory of relativity, when one person is happy, the other is definitely not.
The chef was still vomiting blood. He slumped on the ground, trembling all over. The wrinkles on his face twisted into a deep chasm of despair as he stared blankly at the soup pot that Ian had drunk all of, his lips trembling.
"No! This shouldn't be! You've destroyed my hope! You've destroyed the hope of this world—they will punish me! I don't want this...you...you will all be buried with me!"
The chef let out a heart-wrenching roar. The next second, his body suddenly swelled up, only to collapse in an instant, as if being torn apart from the inside by some force.
"Ahhhh!"
Amidst painful screams.
"Experience my dream!"
The chef's resentful voice filled the entire dining room.
next moment.
"boom!"
I saw.
This hunched, counterfeit Gul'dan exploded like a balloon, countless lights and shadows bursting from his body, causing Ian to be momentarily blinded by the flashes.
"Turns into light without warning? Hmm, does this mean I've become the villain?" Ian struggled to adjust to the bright light, the surrounding space seemingly distorting under its illumination.
The entire dining room felt like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible hand.
Then it was reshaped.
The entire space seemed to be pulled into a burning world. An enormous giant emerged in the light and shadow, its body as large as a mountain, casting a shadow that could cover a vast area of land.
"I am your god!"
A majestic whisper echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
The colossal giant, which blotted out the sky, resembled an ancient Titan. Its large eyes were like two burning furnaces, spewing scorching flames that seemed capable of turning everything in sight to ashes.
"Goo~"
Ian stared at the enormous thing in front of him.
I felt a little nervous.
However, after seeing that his invincibility buff would last for several more hours, he calmed down again.
"Damn, am I even fit to fight a boss? Why is it so exciting?" Ian was checking his class panel for any skills he could use to save himself, when at that moment, the Titan in the shadows raised a terrifying fist. Infinite power was gathering, and his fist, or rather, His fist, slowly descended upon Ian like a meteorite.
The shockwave swept around.
Full of power.
It was as if they wanted to smash Ian into dust.
"My aunt and I are going to go on a rampage!" Ian launched a fearless charge. He was truly fearless, a seemingly frail mortal challenging a colossal god.
however.
Just as he swung Kara, ready to meet Titan's fist head-on.
"boom--!!!"
A sonic boom suddenly exploded in the sky.
A red and blue figure swooped down like a shooting star.
"Boom!"
The terrifying Titan was directly flipped to the ground.
Dust filled the sky.
That man.
It appears as a human cannon.
It proclaims who is the only true God in this world...
"I need an explanation."
Superman's gaze fell on his bewildered youngest son, who was still holding his stiff cousin aloft with both hands clenched.
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Chapter 48 Dad! I almost didn't recognize you!
Yellow sand swirled at Clark's feet, and scorched earth steamed up dark red mist—the originally industrial-style dining room, under the distortion of light and shadow, presented a scene that seemed like another world.
Clark was wearing his classic battle suit.
He stared intently at his youngest son.
"..."
Ian doesn't usually panic.
The exception is when facing one's parents.
Unfortunately, he was currently being watched with a stern gaze by his own father. The good news, of course, was that Ian didn't need to worry about being subjected to the heat rays of Superman's gaze.
This is much better than most villains get. However, the bad news is that even though Ian is now able to confess, he still can't explain why he was using Kara as a hammer.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Ian instinctively tried to hide his aunt behind his back, but she was too long, and his not-so-broad back couldn't conceal her at all.
In reality, even if you could hide it, it wouldn't make any difference.
It's just a conditioned reflex.
“Superman! You’re too late! As a member of the public, I’m the one who needs an explanation.” Ian thought of the news he’d seen last night and, in a moment of quick thinking, chose to strike first.