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

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Jordan confirmed with shame and indignation, "There was kryptonite on that stick. They said it wasn't originally meant to be a self-defense stick for me, and then I was dragged to a room in St. Caesar's Church and locked up!"

Jonathan's brow furrowed even deeper.

Kryptonite?

This is not something an ordinary criminal could obtain.

"Who grabbed you? What did they look like?"

"I didn't see her face! She moved too fast! And she was wearing a hood..." Jordan tried to recall, his tone becoming more excited and incredulous.

"But when I was dragged in, I vaguely saw it! On her forehead! There was another eye! Three eyes! Really! So actually, I didn't lose unjustly at all."

"Right? This is definitely not an ordinary person! He has an extra eye compared to me!" Jordan was still trying to make excuses for his disheveled appearance, which really showed that he couldn't distinguish between the important and the trivial.

Three eyes? Jonathan's brain raced, searching his memory bank for relevant information, but to no avail. The description sounded more like that of some mythical creature.

“She’s absolutely insane!” Jordan continued to complain. “She tied me up tightly with metal chains mixed with kryptonite powder! And then she just kept muttering things like I ‘don’t look like a good person,’ ‘smell of sulfur and hell,’ and suspected I was a demon in disguise! She insisted on performing some kind of exorcism on me!”

"She's serious! She looks at me like I'm a bug!" Jordan panicked again, stemming from his distrust of the unknown exorcism ritual.

He felt that the other person was the devil.

Upon hearing this, Jonathan fell silent for a moment.

"Uh... Jordan, you certainly don't have the air of a good person."

He told his second brother the truth.

There was a dead silence on the other end of the line.

Five seconds later, Jordan erupted in a suppressed, extremely angry growl: "Jonathan Kent!!! This is no time for jokes!!! I'm your brother! Come save me! Please! I feel like she's about to come in with holy water and a cross and pour it down my throat!"

So that's what he was afraid of.

Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but chuckle.

Jonathan could almost picture his brother blushing and looking utterly helpless.

At the same time, his thinking logic is exceptionally clear.

“Jordan, listen to me.” Jonathan’s tone became very cautious, even with a calmness as if he were analyzing a case. “Look at this plot, does it seem familiar to you?”

"What plot?" Jordan asked, puzzled.

"It was you who got captured and then asked me for help. So, out of brotherhood, I went to rescue you all by myself. But probably because we weren't prepared or the enemy was too cunning, I got captured too. Then we were both locked up, and we had no choice but to ask Ian for help again."

"In the end, Ian came to save us, but he was also captured." Jonathan paused, letting the hypothesis settle in Jordan's mind, before continuing his calm analysis.

"In the end, the villains used the three of us as hostages to threaten my dad. Don't question me, that's how it's portrayed on TV and in comics. So, based on the principles of risk control and maximizing efficiency, I think the most important thing I should do right now is not to get carried away and rush to Seattle."

“I should call Dad right now. I should ask him to come and rescue you. That way, even if that three-eyed mysterious man really wants to use you to threaten Dad, at least Dad still has me and Ian, his two sons, to be safe, and he won't be so constrained. Strategically speaking, this would maximize Dad's freedom of action and reduce overall risk. What do you think?”

Jonathan's words were clear, logical, and well-organized, unlike what one would expect from a high school student who had just been woken up from a dream. However, behind his absolute rationality, there was clearly a lack of familial affection.

Jordan fell silent again on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, so long that Jonathan thought the signal had been lost, Jordan's voice finally came through, faint and filled with disbelief and deep doubt:

"Jonathan Kent... are you really my brother? Is this the time to plot the 'battle for the crown prince' and figure out how to keep Dad's forces alive?! You weren't picked up from some trash can by Mom and Dad, were you?! Or are you the devil! The devil who came here specifically to annoy me!"

He was roaring.

Jonathan was unfazed by his brother's accusations. "This is the best and most rational thing I can think of right now. Trust me, Jordan. I'm calling Dad right now."

"No! No! Please don't!" Jordan screamed immediately, his voice filled with fear. "We can't let Dad find out! He'll beat our asses to a pulp! I secretly took on side jobs and got smacked with kryptonite and locked up to be exorcised! It's so shameful! I'll become a disgrace to the family!"

Jonathan calmly retorted, "Calm down, Jordan. Think about it, you're the one who's going to get a spanking. I'm just an innocent, powerless older brother who calmly analyzed the situation and chose the most effective way to get help after receiving my brother's distress call. I've done my best."

After saying that, without waiting for Jordan to protest again, Jonathan decisively hung up the phone. Without any hesitation, he immediately found the number labeled "Dad" in his contacts and dialed it.

at the same time.

Superman, who was originally discussing with Batman how to deal with Darkseid's possible retaliation, had already sensed Jordan's situation as he descended over Seattle.

He sensed the situation below.

The phone rang.

However, he did not answer the call. Instead, he just watched as Jordan was placed into an exorcism array by a girl dressed in purple and roasted like a pig.

He can read people's minds, so he's not in a hurry.

This is what mature fatherly love is like.

Children should always be given room to grow, so that they can realize that not everything in this world can be solved by brute force. As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes.

Without an external brain of his own, Jordan's actions were incredibly reckless.

……

Meanwhile, in another dimension.

[Experience points for the Mutant Overlord have been calculated.]

Based on the current vitality of your allies, you gain +9 Mutant Overlord experience points.

[You have leveled up, gaining 1 job skill point and 1 more available companion.]

【Mutant Overlord lv3 [1/40]】

Strength: 1458-1474

[Physical fitness: 1666-1680]

Intelligence: 73.4-88.8

[Spirit: 618-624]

……

Having gained another significant boost in intelligence, Ian was unaware of the chaotic situation on Earth. After a half-dream, half-awake state, Ian Kent suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt his body and mind become stronger again, especially his mind. His already brilliant super brain became even more brilliant after advancing to the [Mutant Overlord] profession.

"I still have two more family member slots, and I need to find a way to use them to maximize their benefits." He even remembered that he hadn't continued to develop his family members before.

Well, to be honest, the main problem is that I haven't met the right person yet.

“Perhaps there are many frustrated young people in the Marvel Universe who yearn for my help.” Ian propped himself up and began to look around.

He had assumed he would appear in the Marvel Zombie Universe he had left before, and even thought that Tony's daughter, Morgan Stark, would be a very good candidate.

however.

Everything around him was so unfamiliar. Although it also had that decadent vibe, it was much more decadent than the zombie universe, and it was clear at a glance that this was not a place Ian was familiar with.

"What have you done to me this time?"

Ian was somewhat bewildered; he found himself in an incredibly vast and desolate wasteland. As far as the eye could see, there were endless, mountain-like piles of… garbage?

Besides the spaceship he had launched from Earth, there were other things here that looked like scrap metal, various kinds of wreckage piled on top of each other, covered in rust, stretching to the horizon. He saw broken spaceship hulls, their styles quite different, some resembling cyberpunk creations.

Some of them have a texture resembling biological slime, and a few even look like jet planes from Earth, only their models are so old they look like exhibits in a museum.

Mixed among these mountains of metal debris were countless other things: broken Greek columns, half of the Statue of Liberty's torch, huge, unidentified white skulls of creatures, and even an entire... ship? Ian squinted, looking closely at a particularly conspicuous, enormous wreckage in the distance.

"Titanic?"

Ian read out the name of the massive, wrecked ship. The legendary behemoth now lay crookedly in a mountain of junk, resembling a toy carelessly discarded by a giant, its broken hull clearly visible.

In addition, the air was filled with a metallic rust, dust, and some indescribable sense of emptiness. The sky was an eerie, ever-changing dark purple and orange-red, with no stars or sun in sight, only some distorted bands of light slowly writhing like dying worms.

"So, this is a cosmic junkyard." My mind was itching to remember something when, just then, from behind a small mountain made up of countless shattered television screens in the distance, a low and terrifying roar came. That sound was something no known life form on Earth could produce.

It was filled with primal, brutal, and a chilling sense of emptiness.

"Sure enough! There's a monster!" Ian immediately became alert, crouched down, and carefully climbed onto a pile of wreckage that looked like a refrigerator and microwave oven, looking toward the source of the sound.

In the far distance, on a relatively open "garbage plain," a gigantic, indescribable creature was slowly moving.

It has no fixed shape, as if it was temporarily formed by the exhaust gas, distorted light and some kind of dark matter in the surrounding environment, and its size is as large as a mountain.

The monster sometimes resembled a giant, wriggling worm, and at other times it stretched out, transforming into a terrifying, translucent, ever-changing face that covered half the sky. Wherever it passed, even the distorted bands of light were sucked into its body, making the space around it appear even darker and more empty.

"Ellios".

Ian confirmed from the suddenly appearing creature that he was indeed in the place he had thought of: the Time Management Bureau's junkyard at the end of Marvel time.

Elios is a monster that devours everything.

Its creation predates the "Big Bang" of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

In the void where time was still a chaotic void, it condensed from the "primordial cloud"—a cloud that had no temperature, no form, only endless hunger.

Elios instinctively devoured everything around it: tiny particles, distorted energy, even fragments of time. Gradually, it developed its own consciousness and understood its mission.

Devour everything, and become the only eternity.

Helios is not merely a monster, but a symbol of the terror of time itself. It represents "the end"—the end of timelines, the end of civilization, the end of existence itself.

This thing is a unique life form in the Marvel Universe, possessing terrifying power.

"Why did I have to work until the end of the time limit?"

Because Ian lacks experience outside the Marvel Cinematic Universe, he was momentarily confused but couldn't understand why he was in this situation.

Ian Kent's brain was still frantically processing the two very disjointed pieces of information: "the time-end junkyard" and "the atmospheric creature Arios".

In the distance, the enormous creature composed of abandoned spacetime and void energy—Arios—seemed to sense something. Its massive body, which was constantly changing shape, suddenly stopped, and countless "eyes" temporarily formed from waste gas and dark matter turned in unison towards Ian's direction.

A chilling sensation, as if targeted by a apex predator, instantly coursed through Ian's body!

"Roar--!!!"

A roar far clearer and more deafening than before tore through the deathly silence. The sound contained a primal greed and hunger for fresh time energy and for existence in another dimension!

Arios moved!

Its mountain-like body no longer moved slowly, but rushed towards Ian at a speed completely disproportionate to its size!

Wherever the monster went, mountains of garbage and debris were crushed into dust by an invisible force, distorted bands of light were devoured, and the color of the entire eerie sky became more chaotic and dim due to its violent actions!

A true transformation of heaven and earth!

"Can't escape!"

Ian, who had no intention of running away, found an excuse for himself. A set of black and red armor full of streamlined violent aesthetics instantly multiplied, extended and covered his whole body from under his skin like a living thing!