SUP Chapter 60: The Absurd Daily Life of the Kent Family

The icy touch of the laser gun was incredibly real.

That laser pulse gun from the nightmare world lay quietly in Ian's arms, with the words "S.H.I.E.L.D. Property" on the gun body glowing faintly under the illumination of the voice-controlled small lamp on his bedside table.

"Not only is my scalp tingling, my goosebumps are getting a bit numb too..." Ian was truly greatly surprised. He had tried countless times before, but had never brought anything back from that nightmare world.

What was the situation this time? Had the nightmare begun to penetrate and invade the real world? Or was it related to changes in his identity information in the DC Universe, from the original [Ordinary NPC] to [Independent NPC]?

"No, I feel that AI Iron Man is more suspicious!"

Ian scratched his somewhat messy hair, thinking of Gwen who was smashed into a meat patty but could appear intact again, yet didn't present the same milky form.

Perhaps not only Gwen, but that Betty and other people in the base... all had similar "abilities." Ian thought again of digital Tony's statements. He suspected that all the people in that world were just clones given memories. As for why the reappearing Gwen still remembered Ian, perhaps that kind of memory data had real-time upload characteristics?

This was definitely a situation Ian hadn't anticipated, completely different from the "remnants from the past" he had imagined. Could it be that world was originally a purely digitized world?

"Sigh, I've used my super intelligence too many times today. It's normal that I can't figure some things out." Ian couldn't understand it after much thought, so he found a reasonable explanation for why he couldn't understand it. No matter what the situation was, when he entered that world again tomorrow night, Ian believed he should be able to find answers.

"Now! Continue sleeping!"

Ian looked at the night outside the window. He cast his confusion to the back of his mind and fell asleep again holding the laser gun in his hand. Because he maintained sufficient sleep, he dreamed that he had grown to be 190 meters tall.

The next morning.

"Earthlings should also have their own Plasma Spark Tower!"

How to put it, perhaps adolescent boys always dream of strange and bizarre things, so Ian slowly awakened from the regret of not being able to evolve all humanity like Dr. Lizard.

Looking at the warm laser gun on the bed, Ian was thoughtful.

He knew this thing probably couldn't be hidden from his parents at home, and he didn't have a suitable-sized backpack to take it to school, so he used his super intelligence that had woken up with him.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!" Ian secretly snuck into his parents' bedroom and hid the laser gun under his parents' bed under the gaze of his "sleeping" father who had opened his eyes.

"..."

Clark just quietly watched Ian crawl up from the floor, and as soon as he raised his head, he was already 100% making eye contact with him, yet still pretended not to see anything.

"Click~"

The boy's hand fumbled on the bedside table twice, then put something firmly on Clark's head, then raised his hand and gently wiped Clark's eyelids from top to bottom.

Just like that, in the quiet, still damn quiet atmosphere, Clark closed his eyelids and "watched" his youngest son tiptoe slowly out of his room.

He didn't turn over to look at what was hidden under the bed. He didn't even open his eyes. He just raised his hand to rub his somewhat blood-pressure-bursting brow, and in the process removed the noise-canceling headphones that Ian had put on his head in a "trying to cover up but making it more obvious" way.

"Glug glug glug~"

Ian tidied up a bit and then left for school.

A moment later.

"Tap tap tap~"

The sound of someone coming downstairs rang out. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of frying bacon. Lois was frying eggs. Hearing footsteps, she greeted her eldest son with the familiar footsteps without looking back.

"Good morning, Jonathan."

She continued to be busy.

"Good morning, Mom." Jonathan rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to the kitchen storage cabinet. Just as he was about to supplement some nutrition, after opening his small cabinet, he was completely stunned.

"Where's the protein powder I just bought?"

He suspected this was a hallucination from not being fully awake. He rubbed his eyes again.

"Creatine, arginine, fish oil... all empty?!" Now he discovered more facts that were hard for him to accept. His exclamation even carried some trembling.

For a professional athlete, there was no greater morning thunderbolt than this.

"Sorry, baby." Lois's tone was helpless. She didn't turn around, her mind conjuring up the amazing scene of Ian frantically consuming all of Jonathan's supplements not long ago.

"I've already given Ian money to help you buy new ones tonight." As a mother who considered herself most understanding of her children, Lois suspected Ian thought this way he could become as strong as Clark. This was very normal thinking. Perhaps even if given ten more chances, she would never think that Ian was actually doing it to gain experience.

No more medicine to eat. Excessive supplements weren't impossible either?

Unfortunately, due to his already extraordinary liver and kidney function, Ian didn't achieve the effects he wanted. This made Jonathan suffer, as he felt his strength had instantly decreased a lot without supplements.

"Uh... okay, I'll go to school and borrow some protein powder from classmates." Although Jonathan was puzzled about what this had to do with Ian, as the big brother, his emotions were always stable.

"Bang bang bang~"

Footsteps came from the stairs again. Clark and Jordan came down one after the other.

"Dad, did you get new glasses? Pretty cool." Jonathan noticed the brand new black-framed glasses on Clark's face and couldn't help giving Clark a thumbs up to provide emotional value.

However, Clark, who lately liked to become mute in the mornings, still remained silent. He stirred his cereal bowl with a fork, and only gave a vague "mm" in response to Jonathan's praise.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Jonathan didn't know why his parents' mood was so gloomy.

"I'll go get the newspaper."

Jordan slipped out the door and returned moments later holding a package, walking to Clark's side with a confused expression, "Here, your delivery... why would it be mailed from Gotham?"

Due to yesterday's events, father and son still had some distance between them.

"An old friend lives there."

Clark didn't want to accept it. However, Jordan was very curious.

"What is it?"

Jordan directly opened the package that had no address label. Inside weren't any fun or mysterious things, just several thick books mailed from Clark's "old friend."

"How to Teach Children That Earth Isn't for Blowing Up"
"From Problem Child to Super Villain: Prevention Manual"
"100 Answers When Your Child Asks 'Why Can't We Do Human Experiments'"
"From 'I Want to Be a Superhero' to 'I Want to Rule the World': Parenting Crossroads" ...

Each book title Jordan read out made Clark feel the cereal in his bowl became harder to chew.

"Wait, what kind of friend would send you such ridiculous books? I see... they seem to be all handwritten? Not published books?" Jordan felt greatly shocked while also being extremely confused.

"Munch Munch"

Clark just chewed his cereal in silence, looking at his wife who was quietly opening wine in the kitchen.

If he couldn't get drunk, he actually would quite like to have a few drinks too.

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