SUP Chapter 108: Crazy Leveling Up! Saving the Dream God! (Part Three)

Trees couldn't escape either. Under this black fog's erosion, their branches and leaves became twisted and bizarre, branches like withered arms reaching toward the sky, as if begging for something. The leaves' colors became extremely vivid yet unnaturally eerie.

Red, purple, blue leaves intertwined together, colorful yet monstrously evil. Ian even saw some leaves had opened eyes.

Yes.

They grew eyes!

And not just one eye each!

"What the hell is this thing?"

Ian's golden pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoint size. Feeling his sanity dropping madly, his eyes burst forth with sun-like brilliant golden light, searing beams shooting directly at that twisted soul.

The black fog writhed like a living thing, actually completely absorbing the light beams, as if treating them as nutrients, they definitely weren't the type that feared light and sunshine.

Even darker and more sinister.

"My backup body! I want! I want! Damn it! Originally prepared for after ascending to godhood!" The soul twisted into a monster let out piercing shrieks.

It locked onto a direction.

Flying toward Madison below, who was staying in the deep pit, not moving an inch, like she was being made to stand in punishment. It was clear Madison's ability to stay conscious during this disaster was for another reason.

The old witch had designs on her.

Seeing a rolling black fog flying at her, Madison was so scared she raised the demon head in her hands.

"Ahh~~~"

The demon head wasn't panicked, it even wanted to be a glutton.

"Eating raw and cold food? This thing shouldn't be eaten. After eating it, your head would probably grow little feet," Ian didn't want his trash can to become some twisted monster.

He directly used teleportation within visual range, appearing first in front of Madison.

"Good thing I'm always well-prepared and learned the skills I should learn," Ian used [Blood of Fury] to ignite his own blood, directly blasting toward the approaching monster soul.

His skin suddenly became bright red.

Dense blood vessels spread across his body surface like burning fuses.

"Hiss——!"

The moment his fist contacted the black fog soul, it made a sound like red-hot iron entering water. The monster soul let out inhuman screams and began frantically fleeing.

"Want to run?" Ian at this moment had become a living torch, every drop of blood burning. He used his flight ability to chase the black fog with frenzied attacks.

Each punch brought a dissipating piece of soul.

Ian was getting thinner, while that eerie soul was getting smaller. This was a life-for-life fighting style, but fortunately Ian didn't have much blood, yet his life was really tough.

He couldn't die at all.

"This is what a Super Saiyan looks like," having hammered the opponent's soul to pieces, Ian had only become dehydrated to skeleton level, but the Berserker's passive made his strength even more powerful.

This was the benefit of multiple classes working together.

"Pathetic. Even after becoming a monster, still this weak. Now you know what percentage true damage shock feels like?" Ian's percentage true damage was added based on his blood loss percentage.

So he actually only consumed about one-third of his blood, gaining the [Severe Blood Loss] negative status, but the Supreme Witch's soul had already been hammered by him to just a small piece.

It was still writhing but was no bigger than a palm.

Just as Ian was hesitating whether to break his vow.

Suddenly, the world fell into stasis.

This was a state Ian hadn't experienced in a long time.

He was used to it by now.

And had definite suspicions in his heart.

"Another pollution from the outer world like before?" Ian held the remnant soul in his hand, offering it to Lady Death who had appeared beside him at some unknown time.

"Correct," Lady Death nodded, then handed over a cup of bubbling coffee. Ian drank it all in one gulp, his withered body rapidly recovering like an inflatable doll.

"Is there also a love bento?"

He nervously checked the system interface, fortunately, the countdown for [Entropy Annihilation Lord] still hadn't reset, perhaps because Ian's stomach was still very hungry.

"This isn't right."

Lady Death was used to ignoring Ian's nonsense. She extinguished the black fog on the soul fragments, frowning, "There are no universe fragments or any complete information."

"This is just a trace of pollution."

Her tone carried some uncertainty.

"Where's your omniscience?"

Ian leaned closer to observe. Lady Death smelled so good, but it was the food kind of fragrance. Damn hunger was already making Ian want to nibble on anything he saw.

Could this be considered retracing Galactus's path?

"Most of the time, the omniscience we speak of is actually omniscience only within coverage of this universe. After parsing other lower universes, we can also obtain all information from those universes."

"However, this time it's obviously not a lower universe, and they're also very cunning," Lady Death's fingertips glowed, showing Ian her analysis results.

Nothing at all.

"Morpheus might have fallen to this universe. And it seems some pollution he suffered was even absorbed by this stupid witch as power."

Lady Death's voice carried some melancholy.

"Witches are like that."

Ian blinked, not making much judgment.

"Regardless, you need to find Morpheus and ask clearly what exactly happened," Lady Death crushed the Supreme Witch's last soul remnant with her fingers.

She killed the person.

It had nothing to do with Ian at all.

"He should be over there. You could go ask yourself," Ian pointed toward the direction the dream power was flowing. They were still moving in this frozen world.

"I can't go."

Death answered decisively but didn't explain why.

"Mm?"

Ian looked at Lady Death suspiciously.

Facing Ian's strange gaze, she sighed lightly, "Just consider this your story. Every superhero has their own story, and in that story they are always the most special."

"Isn't that right?"

Lady Death's voice carried a profound feeling.

"So you're admitting I'm a superhero?" Ian's focus was elsewhere. His eyes lit up, not giving Lady Death any chance to argue.

"This is official recognition. If you had praised me as a superhero earlier, I definitely would have worked much harder, even harder than just now. After all, I would naturally protect my beloved Metropolis!"

His tone was firm and powerful, with a toothy smile, clearly putting on an act.

"..."

Lady Death felt that wasn't what she meant, and felt Ian's words had other meanings.

She hesitated to speak, but seeing Ian's passionate expression, she weighed things and ultimately remained silent, not correcting Ian in time.

"Find Morpheus."

Lady Death left these parting words.

Her whole person disappeared.

The world resumed flowing.

...

The great battle was over.

The sky was no longer a twisted vortex but had returned to its original appearance, azure blue, vast, as if never tainted by dream power. Clouds drifted slowly, sunlight spilling into every corner of the city.

Illuminating streets once swallowed by darkness.

The earth had also returned to position.

Disordered space was gently corrected by an invisible hand. Collapsed buildings slowly rose, shattered glass healed itself, broken trees regrew branches and leaves.

As if a nightmare was gradually awakening. Perhaps the master of dream power still had consciousness, before withdrawing, they almost completely repaired the damaged things.

Of course, there were exceptions.

Those plants polluted and mutated by black fog still retained their hideous forms like inappropriate works of art.

Grotesque and bizarre, yet carrying evil and terror.

As they say, either don't do good deeds, or do them completely.

Ian floated in mid-air.

His eyes shot precise golden beams.

He individually ignited and burned those twisted vegetation. The burning mutated trees made eerie whimpering sounds, then were incinerated by him one by one into cosmic dust and ash.

Since the influence wasn't deep.

No black fog was seen steaming up.

Along the way, people gradually awakened from unconsciousness, faces showing confusion and bewilderment.

"What was I just doing?"

"I dreamed I became a butterfly..."

"Didn't you always want to be a butterfly?"

...

In the restless crowd.

A hurt child sat on the ground crying.

With snot and tears streaming, obviously having experienced something terrible in the dream. Ian passed by, forcibly exchanging five dollars with another confused child for a lollipop.

He knew how to comfort injured children.

"Crunch~"

Ian first took a bite himself, comforted the most severely injured child from before, found it quite good and satisfactory, then gave the remaining half lollipop to the crybaby. Just then a well-dressed professional woman hurriedly ran over. Ian recognized her as the real estate agent who had "discussed contracts" with clients in the elevator.

Now she was exquisitely made up, her business suit impeccable, searching everywhere for her child, Ian grabbed the kid who was playing Salted Egg Superman with the eggshells he'd given him and stuffed him into the woman's hands.

"Thank you."

The woman quickly thanked him.

Ian turned and left.

He continued clearing those twisted tree spirits scattered throughout the city center's various locations. Not far away, the gay couple who had enjoyed their two-person world in the [Husband Island] dream had also awakened.

"I knew it was you! Cameron! You flirted with that muscle man!"

"You were the one staring at that surfing instructor first! Mitchell, don't think I didn't notice!"

The two were arguing fiercely.

After seeing Ian passing by, using heat vision to burn those strange trees, they immediately stopped arguing and exclaimed in unison with matching tones that it was so cool.

"Move along, move along, don't interfere with me repairing my city."

Ian continued burning mutated plants without looking back. He respected diversity, but that didn't mean he endorsed diversity. Ancestors could scold people staring at them if they wanted to scold people staring at them.

"Keep staring at me and I'll let you experience the sun's heat too."

Ian's threat was very effective, his eyes' glow also very frightening. The two men were greatly alarmed and quickly turned to flee, clearly scared by Ian's threat.

As sirens approached from far and near, Ian knew the main event was coming. He quickly pulled out backup stockings from his pants pocket and put them over his head, ready when the first police cars arrived.

"I did my best."

Military helicopters, police, and various Monday morning quarterbacks all came. Ian had been waiting for this moment. He admitted to the cameras that the entire incident was his doing.

He had stopped the evil witch's conspiracy.

A writer's ability to embellish facts was described by him vividly. His talent was no longer limited to novels, in reality, he had found a direction to display his talents.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Ian began with a low, magnetic voice, even though it was currently sunny, "No, I should say it was a twilight where dreams and reality intertwined! The Supreme Witch, an old hag who lived eight hundred years, trying to defile our pure dreams with her wrinkled fingers!"

"Could I agree? Of course not! Superman might have surrendered, but I, Stocking Superman, the new age Superman, absolutely will not allow any evil force to defile Metropolis!"

"She tried to tempt me, promising to make me the new world's president, but I firmly told her that I, Stocking Superman, absolutely will not collude with any evil elements!"

...

His forceful speech.

Was Ian's embellishment of reality during interviews.

Things like punching someone fifty thousand meters away, along with descriptions of his punch triggering nine-heaven thunder, and within a thousand li radius, all birds fell and all vegetation bowed, such mystical descriptions came naturally to him.

"When my punch fell, heaven and earth shook, spatial cracks appeared, as if ancient gods and demons were whispering," the reporters had never heard anything like this, each one stunned and dumbfounded.

They didn't quite understand but felt from the heart that it was amazing.

In the distance.

General Lane crossed his arms, already mentally exhausted, not knowing how many waves of forces wanting to arrest people he had intercepted. He felt like a heartless person-blocking machine.

"That's right, I did it all! I mean, I solved it all! I single-handedly dealt with that crazy witch. She carried terrible power and almost plunged the entire world into eternal damnation," Ian also knew to boost his opponent a bit, applying the Scarlet Witch template to the useless Supreme Witch.

"Please follow [Superhero Popularity Center] and like for me," Ian worked so hard promoting for a reason. He could feel his somewhat ethereal magic power increasing.

Perhaps, dimensional demons were like this?

He had anyway found a method to cultivate magic power independently. After all, the [Leader LV1 [1/10]] class, he still hadn't found a second qualified Pal.

Little delinquent was good but little delinquent and Morpheus were both thrown in the Hellcat by him, after the Supreme Witch died, little delinquent directly fell unconscious, her body burning hot as if evolving.

As for Morpheus, that was the man Ian found following the flow of dream power in some ruins. Should be Morpheus, he had the same enticing fragrance as Lady Death.

"Damn [Entropy Annihilation Lord], when starving is it making me awaken some strange things?" Ian cursed internally, but still accepted interviews with sunny positivity on the surface.

His smile under the stocking mask was somewhat frightening.

"Boom~"

Suddenly, landing sounds came from behind.

The reporters were exclaiming.

Ian pretended not to hear what they were exclaiming and only felt a shadow covering him.

He didn't turn around.

He shot directly into the sky trying to escape.

No matter how clever, speed still couldn't match his old father's, Ian was directly grabbed by the ankle by Superman, pulled down from mid-air and made to stand in place for punishment.

"So much for Sky Tyrant."

Ian had been completely deceived by the system.

He looked at Superman before him with a serious gaze.

His brain raced.

"Where is that person? The green one," fortunately Superman didn't directly pull out the Seven Wolves. He only questioned Ian, his tone carrying a feeling of not wanting to ask directly.

"Over there, he flew that way."

Ian honestly pointed toward the direction of one of Luthor's factories. He actually hadn't seen where zombie Superman finally went, but this didn't affect his honesty.

Anyway, if you investigated ten of Luthor's factories, eleven might have problems.

"Tell me everything you did here when we get back."

Superman looked deeply at Ian, then shot into the sky again. His figure had completely disappeared from Ian's sight before Ian could even blink.

"Strange, couldn't he hear that fake Superman's movements?" Ian was confused, but facing the cameras, he still adjusted his mood and smiled again.

"As you can see, Superman has been driven away by me. Let's continue," his statement once again stunned the reporters. They felt Ian was treating them like deaf people.

Some reporters probably guessed what was going on.

They didn't speak up. These reporters who had retreated dozens of steps due to Superman's appearance looked at each other for a moment, then quickly surrounded him again to continue the interview.

American news, after all.

Truth wasn't important.

After all, in this information age, who would go against traffic? Being a reporter meant you couldn't tell the truth, news cared about ratings, bosses looked at profits.

Truth-seeking journalists couldn't make a living, except for that lucky Kent who always encountered big news yet hadn't been killed, and lucky Kent's wife.

...

Unexpectedly, [Savage Tyrant] didn't bring the ability to level up just by gaining attention. Instead, the [Dimensional Demon] identity let Ian enjoy the strength increase from being worshipped.

Magic was also his strength.

He just didn't know how to use it yet.

Time quickly came to evening.

Ian could handle it, but those reporters' cameras and their flesh-and-blood bodies seemed unable to handle it, so today's magic cultivation could probably only end here.

"Thank you all for your support!"

He even gave each reporter five hundred dollars in hard work fees. He truly understood human relations. The originally somewhat resentful reporters immediately beamed after receiving red envelopes.

Their drafts about [Stocking Superman] were already brewing in their hearts. Having interviewed superheroes for so many years, who had seen a superhero who gave money at the drop of a hat!

If they didn't praise this, who would they praise?

Ian and the reporters all left satisfied.

"Today was so fulfilling," Ian got into the Hellcat's driver's seat, casually throwing his deflated wallet into the cabin. Madison in the passenger seat was burning hot all over, her skin flushed unnaturally, magic power fluctuations surging through her body like an unleashed flood. Ian poked her cheek, scalding hot.

"I should go buy an egg to test."

Ian confirmed Madison wouldn't die. He turned to look at the back seat where Sandman Morpheus was slumped like a drunk on the leather seat. This Dream Lord currently had no dignity whatsoever.

Pale skin with a sickly gray, black hair messily stuck to his forehead, long limbs twisted bizarrely, exactly like a life-sized doll broken by naughty children.

"Actually, it was broken by the old witch," Ian didn't know how to wake Morpheus. He was pondering whether to send a prayer to Lady Death.

Suddenly, a farting sound occurred.

"Poof~"

It was the leather seat being compressed.

Then, Morpheus suddenly shot up like he was playing dead.

"That diary... they... they sent a diary..." Sandman's eyes were unfocused, muttering like sleep-talking, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping.

"I was ambushed."

He seemed to be in great pain, clutching his head hard, but didn't burst out with any terrifying power to blast Metropolis along with Ian into space.

"Boss! Wake up! You're fine now!" Ian quickly stuffed a can of mustard into Morpheus's mouth, trying to use the bitter taste to help Morpheus gain clarity.

This trick probably wouldn't work on supreme beings.

Sometimes small probability events occurred, like now.

"Hiss~"

Morpheus's face twisted and contorted.

He was awake.

His eyes were extremely clear.

"I should be the one going 'hiss hiss hiss~' Boss is really in critical condition," most of Ian's actions had meaning. His test also gave him information.

"Who are you?" Morpheus shakily accepted the water Ian handed over. Probably no one would believe this person gulping water was a top-tier being in the universe.

Endless Family.

DC Universe's supreme concept.

First generation master of the Dream World.

"And who am I?"

At this moment, such a being asked Ian a question that left him stunned.

"Amnesia? How classic?"

Ian was completely bewildered.

"What did you say you were just now?"

Morpheus was confused, asking again.

Ian, who had originally just planned to use kindness for extortion, immediately became determined.

"I am your father."

Ian's voice was also very certain.

He thought of his previous agreement with Lady Death.

Being human, one must boldly seize opportunities.

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