SUP Chapter 86: God Can't Save Ian

The return was silent and soundless.

Ian suddenly opened his eyes.

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Ian habitually looked at the alarm clock on his desk. Nothing had changed. The return time was still accurate as always. He wasn't surprised that Digital Tony could calculate when he would disappear.

"I've disappeared in that world many times already. That guy is a brain that can even calculate souls. It would be strange if he couldn't figure out something like this."

Ian looked at the box in his hand.

The demon's head was still there.

No substitution.

It just looked like it was trembling continuously, as if suffering from claustrophobia.

"You... we're back again?"

It obviously sensed the surrounding situation and hurriedly continued speaking nervously, "Don't worry, I won't tell. I won't expose that you're a dimensional demon god who keeps a bunch of souls, then created a so-called savior as your avatar to ruthlessly toy with those souls!"

"I won't say anything even if the King of Hell comes!"

While it was in the box, it had obviously been contemplating life for a long time. Perhaps the dark environment really had awakened some literary creative talent in this bull-headed demon.

"Unfortunately, it still can't compare to my world-shocking talent."

Ian closed the metal box again, shutting the bull-headed demon's head inside. He felt that if the other party was confined a bit longer, the demon might be able to come up with many creative ideas he could plagiarize.

"It seems I really am a little bit bad."

After briefly reviewing his experience in the nightmare world, the young man had some thoughts.

"I need to prepare in advance for touching the Sentry!" Ian walked toward his desk. After passing through Batman's suit, he felt his wisdom had gained several more strategic elements on top of being resourceful.

He wondered if Batman's original-scented suit would have better effects?

Too bad Batman wasn't a girl.

Forget it, I won't try.

Bruce Wayne has body odor.

He didn't lack that bit of strategy himself.

While thinking this, Ian picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Ring ring ring~"

As a minor, he was now indeed someone with a phone. The phone came from Mr. Batman's free gift. Ian didn't plan to be overly cautious about it. A phone that didn't require payment and could be used as a brick, Ian naturally followed the principle of not using it would be wasteful.

After all, the other party was Batman. When Batman wanted to eavesdrop on someone, whether you threw away the phone or performed any number of fancy operations, it would all just be useless effort at the level of "a flurry of operations fierce as a tiger." As long as I pretend I have no secrets in daily life, then you can't know any of my secrets. This was Ian's method for dealing with Batman.

"Ring ring ring~"

Another series of waiting tones.

During the patient wait, someone finally answered Ian's call.

"Mr. Leonard Hofstadter, it's me."

Ian spoke first.

"Huh?"

The person on the other end was obviously stunned.

The receiver also carried the sound effects of the "Halo" game and Sheldon's signature screaming.

"What kind of person calls you at this time! Leonard! You haven't been colluding with gangs behind my back, have you!" Sheldon's voice was full of alarm.

There was the sound of running footsteps.

It seemed Leonard had gone outside the apartment door.

"It's quiet now. That was my pet groundhog... May I ask who this is?" Leonard didn't recognize Ian's voice, having only met him once.

Ian didn't blame him.

"I'm capitalist Ian. We met at the gym entrance." Ian spoke patiently. The next moment, sounds of sudden realization came from the other side of the phone.

"Father of Homelander! I remember! I have a friend who really wants to see your 'The Boys' comic!" Leonard's exclamation made Ian raise his eyebrows.

The other party truly deserved to be a senior physicist.

He could even sense through quantum entanglement that Ian already had a Homelander persona.

"That's right, it's me."

Ian gave him a thumbs up from afar.

He hoped the quantum entanglement effect could also make the other party say thank you to him soon.

"Uh, Ian, right? Is there something you need from me? If it's about work, we're still considering it. Yes, still considering."

Leonard's voice sounded somewhat guilty.

"No problem, no rush. We have plenty of time. Today I just wanted to ask for advice about comics. Have you heard of the comic 'The Incredible Hulk'?"

"I want to ask about this comic's publishing company, or other stories in the same universe." Ian's so-called advance planning was naturally about the Sentry.

The Sentry's corpse was obviously a done deal, but if he encountered Homelander's situation again, that would be disastrous. So regardless of whether it was useful, Ian had to ensure the Sentry's image existed in this world.

"Do you need some new inspiration for creating comics? Alright, wait a moment." Leonard didn't feel confused but instead ran with full understanding.

Hurried footsteps accompanied Sheldon's complaints. Leonard yelled "shut up," the world became quiet, and he seemed to have run back to his room, panting as if he'd participated in a marathon. Ian believed the other party's house must be very large, otherwise why would he be panting so hard? It seemed his setting for Batman's story was quite reasonable too.

"I have a collection of this obscure comic. It only published a few issues. I thought I was as pitiful as the Hulk... Well, please don't mind my rambling."

Leonard was rummaging through things on the other end.

"The publishing company is United Comics... It seems they do have other works. Let me check for you." As he spoke, the sound of keyboard typing came from Leonard's end.

"Found it. This company was also unlucky. I checked for you on the 'Fringe People Should Read Fringe Comics Website.' They published a total of three comics: The Incredible Hulk, The Invincible Thor, and Human Torch. All died for various reasons, even the comic artists died in accidents."

"This is really cursed!"

Leonard's sharp intake of breath sounded like he was about to have an asthma attack.

"Alright, thank you, Leonard. I have inspiration now. You seem to be a real superhero too." Ian was thoughtful. This matched the information he'd found on Google.

When the dial tone sounded, Leonard instinctively touched his head. Fortunately, it was still there. As a reader who had seen "The Boys," the senior otaku's immersion in certain lines was indeed a bit too strong.

"After knowing about Homelander, I'm a bit afraid to look directly at Superman." Leonard and his friends had engaged in more than one debate about whether Superman could blow up the moon.

And Homelander's appearance would inevitably cause this debate to spread to more groups. The reason was simple: after all, with the imagination of shooting into the moon, that comic artist boy really drew it!

Although it was just the beginning of the story, the epic famous scene, Getsuga Tenshō enhanced version, brought tremendous shock to the senior otaku. Leonard couldn't imagine how wonderful Superman's expression would be if he could see "The Boys."

"And there's that character named The Deep... definitely drawn based on Aquaman. Aquaman doesn't have a good temper." Leonard was willing to be a gambling dog once more.

He firmly believed that the more popular "The Boys" became after publication, the greater the probability he'd see in the news that the Justice League would gather again to angrily criticize the comic artist boy. In this disaster-ridden world, God might always be blessing America, but He might not be able to protect the audacious comic artist.

"Fortunately, he hasn't been bold enough to draw Batman yet."

This was where Leonard felt Ian still retained some wisdom. After all, the mental state capable of creating "The Boys" seemed to him somewhat deserving of Arkham Asylum.

A little boy.

How long could he survive in there?

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