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

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This will inevitably lead to the spread of this debate to more groups—for no other reason than that the cartoonist boy actually drew the idea of ​​shooting into the moon!

Although it's only the beginning of the story.

The epic scene, Crescent Moon Slash, in its enhanced version, undoubtedly delivered a tremendous shock to seasoned otaku. Leonard couldn't even imagine how Superman's expression would be if he saw "The Boys."

"And that character named Deep Sea... he must have been modeled after Aquaman, who has a terrible temper." Leonard was really willing to be a gambler again.

He firmly believed that the more popular *The Boys* became after its release, the greater the chance he would see the Justice League reunite in the news and furiously attack the comic book artist, Little Boy. In this troubled world, God may always be protecting America, but He might not be able to protect audacious comic book artists.

"Fortunately, he's not bold enough to draw Batman."

This is where Leonard felt Ian still had some sense; after all, being able to depict the mental state of "The Boys" made him somewhat worthy of Arkham Asylum in his opinion.

A little boy.

How long can one survive inside?

Chapter 87: On the Eve of Awakening! And a New Class!

The bedroom was brightly lit by a desk lamp.

Ian was still deep in thought after hanging up the phone.

“Experimental physicist… I need to figure out a way to scam him and his friends, no, to lure them into becoming my Paru.” Ian reached into his pants pocket.

He retrieved a miniature reactor, about the size of a thumb. This device, which had once powered the assembled homeland, would likely have a wide range of applications in many fields.

"I'll have to ask the all-knowing Tony again next time to print out some complete design drawings of these inventions for me. I hope he'll like Jordan's treasured magazine."

Ian also understood the concept of reciprocity. He maintained his network of connections, and his second brother enjoyed better physical and mental health—wasn't that a win-win situation?

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Sometimes people just can't stand being nagged.

"Ian."

Jordan's voice came from outside the door, along with a knock.

"The door is unlocked."

Ian responded.

then.

The sound of the door opening was heard.

only.

Jordan still failed to get into the room.

"What's going on with this cabinet? I know you might have found some new toys, but you don't have to be so careful..." Jordan said, trying to put himself in Jordan's shoes as he moved the cabinet away.

"It, along with the lock on the gate, was a huge gamble for me. Obviously, I won, but not completely." Ian turned the not-so-heavy miniature reactor in his hands.

"What is all this nonsense?"

Jordan didn't understand Ian's explanation and was completely confused.

"Let's not talk about that. Anyway, I won. You came to see me so late, you're not after my toys, are you?" Ian looked at his second brother with a wary expression.

"..."

Jordan looked somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

"of course not!"

He hesitated for a long time before finally stammering, "Could you lend me some money? I have some... embarrassing trouble that I might need to see a doctor."

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

Ian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You bought a second-hand treasure?"

He really couldn't imagine that such items were still circulating in the secondhand market.

"What? No! Of course not!"

Jordan's entire face turned red.

"My eyes just feel uncomfortable!" he began to try to defend himself. "What I was doing in the dorm just now... it's not really that important."

"The important thing is that there might be something wrong with my eyes. Sometimes they get red, like just ten minutes ago when I was busy and I saw my eyes were red again in the mirror."

Jordan's attempt to cover up his mistake was truly pathetic.

"Ok?"

Ian sensed something was wrong.

Jordan Zahn was still worried, his voice filled with apocalyptic despair, "I've looked it up online, and my symptoms are definitely at least a combination of cancer and zombie mutation."

His voice was trembling with sobs, and he didn't seem to be acting. Perhaps because he didn't know how to tell his parents what had happened, this high school boy chose to seek help from the wealthiest man in his family.

"..."

This wave really silenced Ian.

The room was completely quiet.

All one could feel was the sorrowful reluctance to leave the human world after the Kryptonian's flight from his bedroom, during his post-coital period. Ian simply couldn't bear his second brother's pitiful gaze.

"Click~"

He opened his drawer and pulled out an iron box with the dragon Smaug painted on it. It made sense that a dragon would protect wealth, and inside were all the fruits of Ian's labor.

"One, two, three, four, five..." Ian counted out a thousand dollars and handed it to his second brother, who was still in despair. "No need to pay it back. This is my advance payment for your filming."

The boy's tone was firm.

"Payment?"

Jordan, the second brother, was quite confused.

“My comic is definitely going to be adapted into a movie, and if you don’t play the lead role, I definitely won’t sell the rights.” Ian genuinely admired his second brother. If he had the time, he would definitely write a book called “The Story of My Teenage Kryptonian Brother Who Can’t Get a Superpower Diagnosis.”

"Huh? Acting?"

Jordan's expression grew increasingly bewildered.

“I haven’t studied it. Besides, aren’t you just writing novels?” His understanding of Ian was clearly outdated, but Ian didn’t intend to blame him.

"You need to keep up with the times, bro."

Ian slammed the thousand dollars into his second brother's hand.

Money has a temperature.

"Thank you, Ian. You've always been our family's superhero." Jordan was deeply moved, and he even quoted Ian's catchphrase.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it! You're playing yourself, I believe you can do it!" Ian was increasingly optimistic about his brother, and he finally understood why he was so good at drawing Homelander.

"Forehead……"

Jordan was still puzzled, but he didn't press the matter. He just scratched his head and said solemnly, "If I die from this illness, all the treasures in my room will be yours."

It looked exactly like someone was making their final arrangements, their eyes filled with reluctance to leave this world.

"Don't worry, after you die, I promise I'll put all your treasures and information online." Ian patted his chest, making a solemn promise to Jordan.

"?????"

Jordan froze instantly.

"Didn't you promise not to post me online?"

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

however.

“Of course I’ll put it online. We’re brothers. Even at the very end, I’ll gamble that you might come back to life because of it.” Ian still remembered that his father had “come back to life” when he was young.

As long as the situation is urgent enough.

Kryptonians might just come back to life.

However, such rigorous logic didn't seem to be understood by Jordan. This teenage Kryptonian was somewhat moved by Ian's words, yet also somewhat hesitant to act.

"Um... Anyway, thank you. If I'm lucky enough to survive and recover, I'll definitely go out and wash cars to earn money to pay you back." Jordan solemnly made his promise.

"Payment! This is the payment I'm giving you!"

Ian, however, did not want his second brother to return Franklin to him.

He doesn't lack that.

of course.

As Jordan walked toward the door, Ian felt he should be on guard. "By the way, Jordan, you can't use this money for illegal sponsorship activities."

“Our family only spreads positive energy, not Mei energy or Ai energy. I will ask Miss Susan, Aunt Mary, Aunt Lisa, and Grandma Grace.”

Ian pointed out four new unlicensed workers who had recently appeared near his home.

"?????"

Upon hearing this, Jordan stumbled and nearly crashed into the door frame.

"No, you... even the police don't know as much as you do, do they?" He turned to look at his youngest brother, his face full of the kind of brotherly suspicion that you only see in prime-time TV dramas.

Obviously.

He's judging others by his own standards again.

Ian would never do something so illegal.

"Come on, we live in the metropolis. The police only have to worry about whether the compensation is high enough, but we ordinary citizens have so many more things to consider."

Ian spoke with righteous indignation and conviction, his tone filled with emotion: "If you don't even know the situation around your home, you won't know how to escape when a major event happens."

"Don't even mention how quickly you'll die." There wasn't a time when Ian slept as soundly as he does now; this habit was definitely a basic guarantee of his sense of security.

"..."

Jordan didn't know how to respond.