SUP Chapter 77: Re-entering Marvel, Ian's Identity?

For Clark, this was a transmission of his family values.

And for Ian, he still couldn't quite understand such an unexpected situation.

"Thank you! Dad!" Of course, he was still very grateful for his father's understanding, his face beaming with surprised delight as he stepped forward and gave Clark a solid hug.

He could feel his father's muscles tense for an instant.

Then relax helplessly.

Warmth with a distinctly family-colored hue was overflowing.

And just at this moment.

"Your physical changes are related to your impersonating Batman, aren't they?" Clark suddenly asked, causing Ian's body to stiffen abruptly again.

Indeed, even after using a hug full of family affection, he still couldn't escape this matter. Ian understood that his physical changes certainly couldn't be hidden from Superman's eyes.

Ian stepped back a few paces.

"This is a long story, so I'll make it short." He nodded at Clark. Clark waited a few seconds but found that his son had no intention of continuing.

"Why did you stop talking?"

Clark's face was full of confusion.

"I already said it, making a long story short... that was the short version." Ian nodded at Clark again, reminding his father whose super brain usage might not even be as frequent as his own.

The air in the room froze again.

Veins could be faintly seen throbbing on Clark's forehead, but ultimately he just sighed helplessly, "Batman said he thinks highly of you and will send you a set of his battle suit."

He didn't continue to press further.

Instead, he walked toward Ian's desk. Superman probably hadn't realized that Ian knew the fact that Wayne was Batman, so he didn't betray his Justice League teammate in front of his youngest son.

"It's okay, Dad. I'm not going to be Batman anymore. Batman just takes beatings. I still want to be Superman like you. I remember you have a black battle suit, right?"

Ian felt his high emotional intelligence was being displayed. If a son didn't admire his father, the father would definitely feel disappointed, so he showed his love for Superman's battle suit.

This was genuine love.

After learning a few more [Savage Tyrant] skills, who could say that Ian Kent wasn't Superman's son? Ian was very happy about this, while Clark hadn't yet realized the severity of the problem.

"It's no use trying to butter me up now." He saw through Ian's little scheme, though his mouth still carried some smile, which disappeared when he approached Ian's desk.

It didn't last long.

"This is..."

Clark placed the demon's head on Ian's desk, his gaze immediately drawn to the thermos cup on the desk. The contents of the cup made his temples throb violently twice again.

"Ian."

Clark's voice suddenly became unprecedentedly serious.

"Did you kill someone?"

He pointed to Mr. White's translucent soul in the thermos cup.

His gaze was incredibly sharp.

Seeing this, Ian quickly shook his head frantically, "I didn't kill him. I even saved Mr. White! If it weren't for me, Mr. White would be taking baths in hell right now!"

He was telling the truth.

Clark could tell.

"It wasn't me either! I didn't kill this fallen one! The great Trigon took its life!" When the demon saw Clark's sharp gaze turn toward it, it also quickly denied, wanting to shake its head but finding that with only a head, it couldn't shake, so it quickly revealed who had taken the chemistry teacher's life.

How to put it.

Loyal, but not very loyal? Anyway, from this performance of even selling out its master, it was definitely a pure-blooded demon without question. Toward its never-met master whom it had only heard the voice of, this demon once again displayed the flower language that demons should have.

"You won't have another chance to kill." Clark spoke to the minotaur demon in a deep voice.

"If I said I haven't killed anyone yet... encountering ghosts on my first visit to the human world, you'd definitely think I'm making demonic sophistry..." The demon with only a head left felt somewhat wronged, but Clark didn't care about this creature's past.

The father looked at his youngest son. After learning the truth, he was obviously much more relaxed than before, but still used that Kansas farm-specific plain tone to warn Ian.

"Self-control is very important, Ian. People like us could make grave mistakes with the slightest carelessness. I hope you can maintain sufficient rationality when facing any situation."

This was definitely Clark's sincere and heartfelt teaching.

Ian deeply agreed.

"Don't worry, Dad. Even super villains, I won't kill them. I'll lock them all up in hell." Ian, responding seriously, nodded like a pecking chicken.

"Hell? You mean... prison, right?"

Clark was confused for a moment.

The difference between these two words was really significant.

But he was still willing to believe Ian's language grades weren't good enough.

"Same thing."

Ian nodded again.

"..."

Clark was silent for a moment.

"There's no hell! Only prison!"

He corrected again with some unease.

"Okay, then prison it is."

Ian was somewhat disappointed but still agreed. He believed this was his father looking out for him. As a minor, being decisive in killing indeed didn't quite match someone his age.

But it didn't matter.

Locking up everyone who provoked him in prison, then waiting until he grew up to kill them was actually also a method. Ian looked at the minotaur on the desk, thinking that this demon's throat could definitely be modified into a private prison. This was Ian's super wisdom, always able to find win-win solutions for him.

When the time came, if the demon couldn't spit out prisoners, that would be the demon's problem, not Ian's. He could even say he was also a victim, that his childhood dream was to punish evildoers when he grew up, but the dream was shattered and he became a dream-broken boy.

"Very good."

Clark, without mind-reading abilities, looked gratified, "It seems that although somewhat unconventional, your thinking is still mature enough. I think this will put your mother and me at ease about you."

He said this while stepping toward the window.

"Hiss~"

The demon's head had long felt Ian's ill-intentioned stare. Seeing Clark about to leave, after weighing things in its heart, it finally screamed hysterically at Superman.

"Take me with you! Take me with you! Demons are also legal citizens of this universe and should have the right to be saved by Superman... I mean, don't let me corrupt your child!"

"I'm being a demon again now! I'm very good at corrupting little children!" It really didn't want to continue staying here. Even being taken away and sealed by Superman felt happier than staying with Ian.

"Shut up!"

Ian quickly stepped forward to cover the minotaur's mouth.

"I told Jordan I went out to buy milk, so I still need to buy some milk." Clark just looked back once and didn't seem worried about Ian being corrupted.

The saying "no one knows a son like his father" was clearly demonstrated at this moment.

After skillfully climbing through the window and jumping onto the roof eaves outside, Clark seemed to suddenly remember something and came back around to give Ian some instructions.

"Oh, right, speaking of Jordan, you absolutely must not let him see your... trash can." Clark followed Ian's terminology to refer to the demon head he had placed on Ian's desk.

The father's expression seemed hesitant to speak.

Again, that saying.

No one knows a son like his father.

"I understand. Jordan needs to enjoy a normal person's life." Ian quickly found a truly suitable reason for his second brother, and Clark nodded with satisfaction at this excuse.

Everything was understood without words.

After Clark disappeared into the sky with a "whoosh," only Ian and the demon's head remained in the room. The atmosphere was still okay because Ian had already picked up his hammer.

"Don't come over! Don't come over! Please don't come over!" The demon looked at Ian's gradually approaching figure, its yellow, murky eyes full of fear and horror.

"We demons are just naturally deceitful and very fickle! I just can't control my nature!" Its utterly honest voice was trembling beyond recognition.

Of course.

Honesty couldn't stop Ian's revenge against tattletales.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A round of beating.

The demon felt like its soul was about to be scattered by the hammering.

"I want to die! Now! Immediately! Right away! Why can't I die yet! I should have been hammered to death by you already!" It let out hysterical wails.

The voice was mixed with rich confusion.

"Is there a possibility that you cursed someone you shouldn't have cursed?" Ian was only guessing. He lifted the demon's head from the desk and looked at the peach-shaped alarm clock his second brother had given him.

"Time's almost up. You need to accompany me in an experiment."

Ian spoke softly.

"Wh-what experiment?"

The demon stuttered.

It had an extremely bad premonition in its heart. Ian didn't answer this, only tightly hugged the demon's head and lay on the bed. The moment the clock hands aligned.

All things fell silent.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in another world.

Snow was falling everywhere.

The boy appeared silently on the deathly quiet street.

"So it really was my own doing?"

Ian looked at the demon's head he was carrying, his eyes full of amazement. He had previously brought a laser gun back from this world, and now he had actually brought a living creature to this world.

His hypothesis was verified.

Ian was extremely shocked.

"No! No! No!"

The demon's head in his hand was trembling frantically, even more intensely than when facing Superman earlier.

"This is impossible... impossible!" The demon's voice could no longer be described as trembling, but was full of incredulous horror and fear.

"What's impossible?"

Ian was still puzzled about why he could do such a thing.

"You... you..."

The minotaur demon's throat seemed blocked, its damaged vocal cords making bellows-like hissing sounds. Its mad screaming completely shattered the seemingly eternal tranquility of this world.

"How could you be a dimensional demon god!"

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