SUP Chapter 87: Eve of Awakening! And New Occupation!

In the brightly lit bedroom.

After hanging up the phone, Ian was still lost in thought.

"Experimental physicist... I need to find a way to deceive them all, no, lure him and his friends over to become my Pals." Ian rummaged through his pants pocket.

A thumb-sized miniature reactor was taken out by him. This had once been the device that powered the reassembled Homelander's corpse, and it would surely have extremely wide applications in many fields.

"Next time I need to pray to the Omni-machine God Tony again, have him print me some complete design blueprints for inventions in this area. I hope he'll like Jordan's magazine collection."

Ian also understood the concept of reciprocity. He gained connections to maintain relationships, his second brother got better physical and mental health. How could this not be considered a win-win situation?

"Knock knock knock~"

Sometimes people really can't stand being talked about.

"Ian."

Jordan's call came from outside the door, along with knocking sounds.

"The door isn't locked."

Ian gave his response.

The sound of the door opening rang out. However, Jordan still couldn't successfully enter the room.

"What's with this cabinet? I know you probably found some new toy, but you don't need to be this careful..." Jordan said while judging others by himself and forcefully moved the wardrobe aside.

"Both it and the door lock were part of a big gamble I made. Obviously, I won the bet, but didn't completely win." Ian flipped the not-too-heavy miniature reactor in his hand.

"What's all this about?"

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

"Never mind about that. Anyway, I won. You coming to find me this late shouldn't be because you're coveting some toy of mine, right?" Ian looked at his second brother with a wary expression.

"..."

Jordan's expression showed some embarrassment and annoyance.

"Of course not!"

He hesitated for a long time, finally stammering, "Can you lend me some money? I have some... unspeakable difficulties that might require seeing a doctor."

What a bombshell statement.

Ian's eyes nearly popped out.

"You bought a second-hand Noble Phantasm?"

He really couldn't imagine such items circulating in the second-hand market.

"What? No! Of course not!"

Jordan's entire face turned red.

"My eyes just feel uncomfortable!" He began earnestly defending himself, "Earlier in the bedroom, I was... what I was doing isn't really that important."

"The important thing is my eyes might have a problem. Sometimes they turn red, just like ten minutes ago, when I was busy, I saw in the mirror that my eyes were red again."

Jordan's attempt to cover up made him look truly pathetic.

"Hmm?"

Ian sensed something was wrong.

But Jordan was still worrying anxiously, his voice filled with apocalyptic despair, "I looked it up online. With my symptoms, at the very least it's definitely cancer plus zombie mutation."

His words carried a crying tone, not like he was acting. Perhaps because he didn't know how to explain the process to his parents, this high school boy chose to seek help from the wealthiest man in the house.

"..."

This really left even Ian speechless.

The room was completely quiet.

One could only deeply feel the sorrow of a Kryptonian bedroom post-flight, filled with reluctance to part with the mortal world during sage time. Ian really couldn't stand his second brother's pitiful stare.

"Click~"

He opened his drawer and pulled out an iron box decorated with the dragon Smaug. Dragons guarding treasure made perfect sense, and inside was naturally all of Ian's hard-earned labor.

"One, two, three, four, five..." Ian counted out a thousand dollars and handed it to his still-despairing brother in front of him, "You don't need to pay it back. This is advance payment for your acting fee."

The young man's tone was firm.

"Acting fee?"

Second brother Jordan was very confused.

"My comic will definitely be adapted into a movie, and if you're not the one playing the absolute main character, I definitely won't sell the rights." Ian felt genuine admiration rising for his second brother. If he didn't lack time, he would definitely write a book called "My Kryptonian Brother in Puberty Won't Masturbate a Superpower Diagnosis Certificate."

"Huh? Acting?"

Jordan's expression grew more and more bewildered.

"I haven't studied that, and besides, aren't you just writing novels?" His understanding of Ian clearly hadn't kept up with version updates, but Ian didn't plan to blame him.

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

Ian firmly slapped the thousand dollars into his brother's hand.

Money has warmth.

"Thank you, Ian. You really are the superhero of our family." Jordan was extremely moved. He even slightly quoted Ian's catchphrase.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Just like that, you act as yourself. I believe it will definitely work!" Ian became even more optimistic about his family brother. He finally understood why drawing Homelander came so naturally to him.

"Uh..."

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

This was very much like making final arrangements, his eyes full of reluctance to leave this world.

"Don't worry. After you die, I guarantee I'll definitely post all your collection and information online." Ian patted his chest, making a solemn promise to Jordan.

"??????"

Jordan instantly froze.

"Shouldn't it be guaranteeing NOT to post me online?"

He suspected he had misheard.

"Of course it has to go online. We're brothers, and even at the end, I have to gamble that you might fake your death because of it." Ian still remembered how his old man had "come back from the dead" when he was young.

As long as the situation was urgent enough.

Kryptonians might even be able to fake their death.

But such rigorous logic didn't seem to gain Jordan's understanding. This pubescent Kryptonian, hearing Ian's words, felt somewhat moved yet somewhat afraid to be moved.

"Uh... regardless, thank you. If I'm lucky enough not to die and can be cured, I'll definitely go out washing cars to earn money to pay you back." Jordan solemnly made his promise.

"Acting fee! This is the acting fee I'm giving you!"

But Ian didn't want his second brother to pay back his Franklin.

He wasn't lacking this.

Of course, seeing Jordan walking toward the door, Ian felt he should still be prepared, "By the way, Jordan, this money can't be used for illegal funding activities."

"Our family only spreads positive energy, no May energy or Ai energy. I'll ask Miss Susan, Aunt Mary, Aunt Lisa, and Grandma Grace about it."

Ian specifically mentioned the four new illegal practitioners who had recently appeared in the neighborhood.

"??????"

Hearing this, Jordan stumbled and almost hit the door frame.

"No way, you... even the police don't investigate as thoroughly as you do, right?" He looked back at his youngest brother, his face full of the brother-suspects-brother doubt that only appears in eight o'clock TV dramas.

Obviously, he was judging others by himself again.

Ian certainly couldn't engage in such illegal activities.

"Please, we live in Metropolis. The police only need to worry about whether the death benefits are high enough, but as ordinary citizens, we have too many things to consider."

Ian spoke righteously and confidently, his tone full of emotion, "If we can't even figure out the situation around our home, then when major events happen, we won't even know how to escape."

"Don't even mention how quickly we'd die." Once upon a time, Ian didn't sleep as peacefully as he does now. Such habits could definitely be considered his basic security guarantee.

"..."

Jordan didn't know how to respond.

"May God bless you, my brother..." He could only pray in his heart for Ian's mental illness to heal soon, looking back three times with every step, leaving with reluctance and worry.

"My foolish brother! God is busy. Father's blessing is the truly cost-effective faith choice. When I make it big, I must establish a real Superman cult."

"But I won't be the Pope. I'll let Jordan do it. He owes me." Ian set aside the reactor he had been playing with and briefly recalled the origin of the Sentry.

And so, he began writing furiously again.

This time it was quite serious. He roughly remembered the origin story of the Sentry. Ian, who had the Sentry's abilities on his mind constantly, looked destined to pull an all-nighter tonight.

"Comfort is for the dead! Time to grind!"

Ian drew with great enthusiasm.

After all, being able to freely express one's talent was truly wonderful.

Time passed minute by minute.

Hard work sometimes truly brings unexpected rewards.

[Writer Lv1 (1/10)]

No prerequisite tasks.

No warning whatsoever.

A new occupation quietly appeared on Ian's panel. The image of the Sentry leaped off the paper, as if there was a trace of faint light quietly crawling toward the next blank page.

Perhaps, the young man himself could not predict at this moment that those histories that had been destroyed and forgotten would one day quietly revive as his ink spread.

Becoming fresh and alive again.

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