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

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"What—Aaaaaaah!!"

Ian, carrying Loki, soared into the sky, instantly breaking through the atmosphere! The frigid vacuum of space could not stop them; Ian, holding Loki, spun wildly through space like a flail!

"boom!!!"

An innocent star was shattered by the impact, and a magnificent nebula exploded, like a grand fireworks display.

"Come again!"

"boom!"

“Boom—!”

After crashing into seven planets and three stars, Ian finally changed direction and swooped down towards Earth!

"Ian's Flow - Heaven and Earth Return -!!"

"Whoosh—Boom—!!!"

They crashed back to the ground like meteorites.

The shockwave whipped up a mushroom cloud a kilometer high. When the dust settled, Ian was seen kneeling in the center of the crater, holding the half-dead Loki in his hand.

Odin's body was now a gruesome sight—his armor was shattered, his beard was charred black, and even his single eye had turned into the shape of a mosquito coil. Loki's soul had been nearly ripped from his body by the impact.

“After all, it’s the body of my former believer, so I can’t really do anything strange. Now, who can tell me how we should deal with the cunning soul hidden in the body of my former believer?” Ian released his grip, letting him slump on the ground like a rag doll, and turned to walk towards the dumbfounded crowd.

Loki was left aside by Ian, who attempted to use the combined brain to find a win-win solution that could extract Loki's soul and make himself a bowl of prank soup.

At this moment.

Odin's body was in a sorry state—although it wasn't shattered, only his wrist was missing. Loki lay motionless on the ground, clearly dazed and confused by Ian's "Heaven and Earth Reversal".

“Uncle Ian, you can just pull his soul out!” Morgan strode up to Ian, his armor still on, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"How do you pull it out? Do you have the tools?"

Ian immediately looked at Morgan, not bothering to dwell on the way he addressed him.

“Your hands are the best tools. You just need to do this—” Morgan gestured with his hands in the air, his movements as fluid as if he were conducting a symphony.

"And then like that."

She crossed her arms and pulled them outwards sharply, as if tearing open an invisible crack.

"Finally."

She clasped her hands together and then clenched them tightly.

"Just pull his soul out like a USB drive." It has to be said that Morgan, as a descendant of a scientist family, used a very scientific approach to his description.

however.

This series of gestures, also reminiscent of Picasso's abstract style, seemed to explain a lot, but in reality, it failed to give Ian even the slightest understanding.

This certainly isn't because Ian lacks comprehension.

Even Ian's super brain felt that the other party's demonstration was too much of a postmodern art.

"..."

Ian felt like he had failed his studies.

Even Ian, known for his wisdom, was completely bewildered by this overly abstract "teaching." He opened his mouth, about to complain, when suddenly—Loki, who had taken over Odin's body, caught his breath.

"You think you've already defeated me?!"

Loki's voice suddenly rang out, filled with long-suppressed anger.

Everyone turned around and saw him swaying as he stood up. Although Odin's body was broken and battered, a cold fighting spirit burned in his single eye.

"I'm using Odin's body now!"

Loki grinned maliciously, raising his severed hand, golden blood still dripping, but he didn't care. "You fools probably don't know, but this also means I can use his power!"

His severed wrist suddenly rose.

It burst forth with dazzling golden light, shooting straight into the sky!

"Don't forget—" Loki's voice, choked with rage and fueled by the divine power surging within Odin, grew deep and resonant, "this little world is located in the cracks between the Nine Realms!"

The words fell.

"boom--!!!"

The sky exploded!

A dazzling beam of seven-colored light pierced the sky—the Rainbow Bridge had arrived!

He activated the Rainbow Bridge using the supreme privileges of Asgard.

A seven-colored beam of light pierced through the clouds, connecting to an unknown dimension. On the bridge, countless tall, pale giants clad in ice armor strode heavily from the other end.

"Oh no!" Thor's face changed drastically. "He's calling for reinforcements!"

The next second, countless towering figures emerged from the radiance of the rainbow bridge—Frost Giants! Their skin was as blue as ice, and their eyes burned with a cold fighting spirit.

With each step these ancient beings took, thick frost formed on the ground. These frost giants had ferocious heads, sharp teeth, and their bodies were covered with crisscrossing runes.

The power of extreme cold frost flows within these runes. It is with this ancient runic power that they have driven the ice and fought against the warriors and gods of Asgard for countless centuries.

At this moment.

The frost giant legion descended upon this small world. The leading frost giant knelt on one knee, respectfully presenting a box radiating extreme cold to Loki, who had taken over Odin's body.

"Your Majesty, your sacred artifact."

The frost giant spoke with great respect, showing that Loki held considerable prestige among the frost giants. This Loki, who had never been picked up by Odin, had climbed to the top of his race through his own abilities.

Putting aside the fact that he always gets beaten badly, he is indeed a capable person.

"Even Hela couldn't withstand absolute cold, and neither can you!" Loki laughed wildly as he took the Ice Box. He held it high, and Odin's divine power poured into it like a torrent.

In an instant, a terrifying chill erupted from him!

"Snap—!!"

Centered on Loki, terrifying frost spread rapidly, freezing the earth instantly and condensing the air into tiny ice crystals. The chill swept in like a monstrous wave, freezing everything in its path. The ground beneath Ian and the others instantly turned into smooth ice, even their breath freezing into frost.

"No!" Thor roared, and Mjolnir crackled with dazzling lightning in an attempt to ward off the icy tide. However, the lightning collided with the extreme cold and was frozen solid in mid-air.

It transformed into a lightning bolt as sculpted as ice.

Morgan's armor alarms flashed wildly.

[External temperature plummeted! Absolute zero approached!] At this moment, her nano armor quickly covered her entire body, but frost still formed at her joints at a visible speed.

"Damn it, what kind of power is this?" Gwen's spider senses were piercing to the extreme. She jumped back suddenly, only to find that the place where she had just been standing had been swallowed by ice.

Captain America struggled to raise his vibranium shield, but the shield was already covered with a thick layer of ice crystals—if it weren't for Morgan's rescue, Captain America might have returned to frozen mode.

In fact, the impact is not significant.

Seventy-year-old popsicles are very resistant to freezing.

"The Box of Ice... the sacred artifact of the Frost Giants... has finally returned to my hands."

"No one can withstand this power! This body... this power... this sacred artifact... will all help me reshape the Nine Realms! And you will become the first wave of souls to perish!"

Amidst the ruins, a cold wind howled.

Loki stood at the center of the frost storm, Odin's body appearing even more imposing under the protection of the Casket of Ice. His single eye was cold, and his voice was as piercing as winter.

The sky was frozen.

The clouds transformed into a thick ice sheet.

Countless ice spikes, like sharp swords, burst forth from the cracked ground, and terrifying cold air erupted from Loki's center, as if to devour Ian and the others, along with the entire small world.

Chapter 180 Where is Odin? Ian has run away!

The moment the cold wave arrived, the whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Loki aloft the Casket of Ice, the divine artifact of Odin. The power of Odin and the extreme cold of the Frost Giants merged perfectly, and a terrifying frost-white aura spread wildly from him. The earth froze instantly, skyscrapers turned into ice sculptures, countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, and even time seemed to stand still.

Even the zombies in the city were transformed into a giant ice sculpture at this moment.

This is the Box of Ice.

It is also known as the Ancient Winter Treasure Box.

An underrated artifact among the Frost Giants, it can unleash a winter powerful enough to destroy the Nine Realms, and is actually one of the most important artifacts in the Marvel Universe.

It was able to be placed in the same collection room as the Eternal Flame and the Infinity Gauntlet, which already shows how powerful it was. However, it was gradually forgotten because it became part of Odin's collection.

and.

Since the extinction of their strongest members in the war against Asgard, the Frost Giants have never produced another being capable of unleashing their power.

It's a very simple principle: the frost giants who controlled advanced knowledge were killed, and the knowledge transmission was interrupted, making it difficult to breed strong individuals again. The best way to destroy a civilization is not just through extinction.

now.

A long-declining civilization has produced Loki, a powerful figure who defeated Odin and took Odin's body. The entire Frost Giants couldn't help but become fervent.

"Great King!"

"The king's power is invincible!"

Praise be to the new Lord of the Nine Realms!

The frost giants who descended with the Rainbow Bridge were all overwhelmed by Loki's domineering presence and power, and they cheered in worship, a feeling that Loki thoroughly enjoyed.

"Stop struggling, you can barely move now, can you? Surrender now, and I will allow you to submit to the feet of the great King Loki and offer your loyalty by kissing the back of my feet!"

The cold wind was like a knife, and frost covered the sky.

Loki stood atop the Frozen Throne, holding the Box of Ice, Odin's body glowing with a chilling blue light, like the ruler of the Nine Realms. He looked down at the solitary figure standing below—Ian Kent.

Loki, who already considered himself the strongest in the Nine Realms, spoke with a mocking expression and without any politeness, full of insults. The most satisfying moment of his life was now when he was showing off.

Absolute power instilled in Loki absolute confidence. Loki stood in the void, the Casket of Ice in his hand radiating a chilling blue light, Odin's single eye filled with condescending arrogance. Frost coalesced beneath his feet into a throne, with frost giants kneeling around him like subjects before a king.

He looked down at Ian, as if victory was already in his grasp.

No wonder Loki was so arrogant.