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

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"Yes, I know, so I sent her to the safest place." Clark certainly knew Louise better than Wonder Woman, so he also took extremely careful precautions.

"The safest place?"

Steelbone was a little confused.

Is it deep underground?

He made a guess.

"It's the Arctic."

Clark explained why he wasn't worried about his wife using her journalistic talent to run around recklessly.

He turned to look into the distance, where Louise was probably in the monitoring room of Lonely Fortress, giving him the middle finger via satellite imagery.

"Where are your two sons? I was just about to ask if there are any rooms available in Lonely Fortress." Aquaman shook his wet blond hair, wanting to give his family a safe spot to relax in.

As soon as these words came out.

It's not just him.

Everyone noticed that Superman seemed to pause for a moment.

then.

The man calmly turned his head to look in another direction. His pupils reflected a scene unseen by others: the ruins of his new home.

The wind there carried the smell of scorched earth and burnt metal.

Amidst the charred ruins.

Jonathan and Jordan sat side by side on the scorched stone.

"Has Dad forgotten about us?" Jordan took a bite of the cold roast meat in his hand and looked up at the increasingly clear, murky giant gate in the sky.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Jonathan answered resolutely, taking a big bite of meat. After a busy night, both brothers were starving.

"He must have gone to deal with the anomaly in the sky. Mom's company said that Dad picked her up. It's probably just that Mom needs to get first-hand news materials."

Jonathan offered a reasonable explanation: after all, it's common for his mother to use this to obtain news material; in a superhero family, this is where the advantage of being a reporter lies.

Jordan pursed his lips, didn't refute further, and just stared blankly at the sky.

That door.

If it truly is the Gates of Heaven, it now looks more like some kind of festering wound, with black slime oozing from its edges, and the surrounding clouds twisted into unnatural vortices.

"It must be that God has a really bad bout of diarrhea."

Jordan came up with a brilliant idea.

"That thing is definitely not real heaven."

Jonathan shook his head, his tone resolute.

"How did you know?" Jordan glanced at him.

“Because Heaven couldn’t possibly be this disgusting!” Jonathan pointed to the sky. “This is definitely an alien conspiracy. They want to fake the fall of Heaven to shake our faith!”

This is a fairly reasonable conspiracy theory.

That's at least more believable than the story of God having diarrhea and the toilet getting clogged. However, Jordan scoffed at this, remaining steadfast in his opinion.

“You don’t understand. Ian said that God has dementia.” Jordan still mainly believed in the smartest person in the family and also remembered some conversations he had with Ian when they were kids fighting over the remote control.

Jonathan looked at his stubborn and faithless second brother and said earnestly, "You know, Alzheimer's disease is also something invented by God."

“He is the omnipotent Supreme Being. Even if this is truly the fall of Heaven, it must be because the angels committed some grave error, which is why God punished them.” As he spoke, he put down the roasted meat and solemnly took out a wooden box from his pocket. The box was opened, and inside were more than a dozen statues of gods neatly arranged.

Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Buddha, Shiva... there's even a mound of ramen noodles.

O Most High God, protect this land and do not let evil befall the innocent.

May the compassionate Buddha Shakyamuni illuminate all beings with his mercy and wisdom, bringing relief from suffering and cessation of fear.

【Great Sun God Ra, hear my prayer. May your light dispel this false shadow and save the earth from calamity.】

【Lord Shiva, who eats two bowls of my curry every day, God of destruction and rebirth, please bestow your purifying power so that those heavenly beings may not invade the human realm】

……

[Whichever god you are, whatever realm you come from—hear my prayer as a mortal. If this truly is a sign of the end times, grant us the strength to face it.]

[If this is merely a trial, grant us the wisdom to overcome it.] The eldest brother's beliefs were incredibly diverse, but his piety was undeniably genuine.

It's not just about praying for family members.

They are still praying for everyone.

"Uh, this is useless." Jordan rolled his eyes and covered his ears. "Can you please stop reading? These idols are all cheap stuff you picked up at the flea market!"

He is a believer who only believes in two people.

A father god.

One Ian.

"Faith is priceless!"

Jonathan glared at Jordan and continued to piously clasp his hands together.

His prayers continue.

Jordan ignored his brother's erratic behavior and turned to look at the street. Chaos reigned outside; families were fleeing to air-raid shelters, the sounds of car horns, cries, and sirens mingling together.

Among the crowd flowing against the current, a blonde girl stood out—she carried a lamppost on her shoulder like a giant sword, swaggering across the middle of the road.

"Isn't that the girl who crawled out of Ian's room? I remember she was Ian's little tagalong, her name was Madison." Jordan looked at Madison, who had run to rescue her parents last night, with some surprise.

"She seems to be looking for us?"

Jonathan opened one eye and glanced over as well. His older brother's judgment was correct; Madison, the little witch everyone would never forget, was walking towards him and Jordan.

The girl had a lollipop in her mouth and was humming a song.

"Hey, Ian's older brother, Ian's second brother, Lussie." Madison's figure blocked the hazy sunlight in the sky, casting a shadow that fell directly on the two Kent brothers.

She only liked using her brain to memorize movie lines and had never been able to remember the two brothers' names clearly.

"Why do you add a prefix to my name?" Second Brother Jordan stared wide-eyed, his gaze drawn to the street lamp Madison was carrying.

The top of the streetlight was also emitting light.

However, there were no light bulbs inside.

There was only one big eyeball that was constantly blinking.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you don’t stare at my staff. It’s a staff that Ian gave me, freshly pulled from his manor. You have no idea how useful it is.”

Madison patted the lamppost triumphantly.

The large eyeball on top of the street lamp blinked twice in response.

It made a hissing sound.

"..."

"..."

Both Jordan and the praying Jonathan were speechless. Before Jordan could even ask Ian where he got the estate, Madison suddenly pulled two crumpled burlap sacks from under the lamppost. The fabric was stained with suspicious dark red stains and smelled of sulfur.

It looks like it has been used to store very bloody things.

"Hmm, what are you trying to do?"

Jordan cautiously shrank back.

Madison didn't answer, but instead swiftly stuffed the praying Jonathan into a sack. The wooden box containing various idols was also stuffed inside.

"Hey! Let me go!"

Jonathan was writhing wildly inside the sack.

"I haven't finished praying to the Flying Spaghetti Monster yet!"

He seemed more concerned about his prayers being interrupted than about being covered in a sack.

"No, you're playing the villain now, planning to kidnap us and blackmail Ian?" Jordan took a few steps back again. "I knew he shouldn't have flaunted his money outside!"

His tone was full of frustration.

"What villain? Guess why Ian gave me the staff?" Madison rolled his eyes at Jordan with his signature eye roll, then expertly tied the bag shut.

"His exact words were..."

Madison mimicked Ian's serious tone.

"Please, pack my two older brothers and put them in a safe place. I don't want to go home to find my eldest brother with three heads and six arms and my second brother with more than 180 cows."

While showcasing her acting talent and perfectly mimicking Ian's words, she conjured a small flame from her fingertips and burned a ventilation hole in the sack.

“I don’t think Ian meant this kind of packaging,” Jonathan immediately chimed in, correcting me like a trapped hamster.

“I don’t have any money to buy you cardboard boxes. Do you know how expensive cardboard boxes are these days? Ian took all the money I found out from a Brit and used it for taxis.”

Madison ignored her and turned to Jordan. As she shook open the second sack, a shipping label fell out that read "Hell Delivery, Mission Accomplished."

This was indeed a burlap sack that was randomly picked from a corner of the manor.

It is for secondary use.

"Wait, what taxi is he taking? Don't come any closer... We can talk." Jordan felt a chill run down his spine, but dared not let his eyes gleam. He vividly remembered the other party's super AIDS outbreak technique.

"He said he wanted to solve the problem at its source, to find the source that polluted the angels." Madison opened the second sack and pointed it at Jordan, who was standing not far away.

"What taxi... No taxi can take you to heaven... He's practicing his lying skills!" Jordan was speechless. He knew Ian better than anyone else.

"Ok?"

Madison tilted his head.

He gave Jordan a look that clearly signaled him to hurry up and get into the sack. Jordan chuckled dryly, and seeing Madison's dangerous gaze, he obediently lowered his head and crawled into the sack.

Despite having super strength.

But Jordan's brilliant mind still led him to make the right choice.

"Did you eat your Superman eyes? I can see that besides Ian, there's a car in the sky that looks like it belongs to Paradise. Can't you see that's the taxi Ian took?"