SUP Chapter 55: Superman's Illegitimate Son! Marvel Nightmare!

How to put it.

After all, time was limited.

Ian had only drafted a beginning for this book last night. Originally, he had planned to submit it to the publishing company under billionaire Oliver Queen, also known as Green Arrow.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

The same goes for excellent works.

Ian had always been very strategic about publishing his works. However, who could have expected that Superman father would directly deliver an ultimate backstab to his underage son.

"I hope the big boss can understand my talent." Ian naturally hoped that this human form of Batman in front of him had sharp enough vision to glimpse extraordinary future plots from ordinary storylines.

As for Ian's inner monologue, Bruce had no way of knowing. In fact, he was no longer in the mood to observe his surroundings. The manuscript in his hands seemed to him like Cthulhu-level contamination.

"How about it? Mr. Wayne with your discerning eye, do you still insist on publishing my child's book?" Clark felt secretly pleased seeing Bruce's stiff expression.

It had been a long time since he had made this man suffer.

Bruce slowly raised his head, the muscles on his face twitching slightly. He took a deep breath and suddenly revealed a smile through gritted teeth.

"Of course!"

He said word by word.

Bruce was also determined not to back down, choosing to engage in mutual destruction with Clark, even if it meant killing a thousand enemies while losing fifteen hundred of his own.

Neither side would be winners.

However, wasn't this equivalent to Ian winning twice?

Ian felt he had won big time.

"Mr. Wayne, the second work isn't finished yet. When it's done, I'll send you the continuation." He quickly made some amends for the blandness of his plot.

Who doesn't love double royalties?

"Enough, enough, these manuscripts are already more than enough!" Bruce's temples were throbbing. He was really afraid of seeing any more plot developments that would displease his heart.

"Not enough, Ian. When you finish writing, send it to him. No, give it directly to me. I'll personally escort your manuscript to him." Superman crossed his arms with a victorious smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Now, see the guest out."

He watched Bruce stand up through gritted teeth. When this big boss walked toward the door, he clutched the manuscript and looked back every three steps. He wanted to say something but ultimately couldn't speak.

"Take care, Mr. Wayne!"

Ian politely saw the guest to the door.

Bruce's return smile was very stiff.

He maintained basic politeness in bidding farewell to Ian and the beaming Superman, then walked toward the luxury sedan parked on the nearby street. After getting in the car, his knuckles were clearly visible as he gripped the manuscript.

"Master, your complexion doesn't look right. Did you quarrel with your old friend again?" In the driver's seat, an elegant elderly man asked with a slightly teasing tone.

Bruce looked at the manuscript in his hands, remaining silent.

"I have no friends."

He answered in a low voice.

The elderly driver just smiled and shook his head upon hearing this.

"Well then, was your speculation verified? About the possibility that the boy is also a Kryptonian survivor." The old man started the car while also expressing his curiosity.

"Based on Clark's past records, he also began awakening his abilities at this age... I have to consider that this boy, whose birth certificate I helped arrange back then, is also a Kryptonian survivor."

"Of course, this boy might also be another piece of evidence that Superman isn't perfect. If that's the case, things would get really interesting." Bruce's face bore a thoughtful expression.

"Regardless, I need a more detailed understanding of Ian Kent. Therefore, the first step is to have a good talk with his psychiatrist."

Bruce always had a familiar unease lingering in his heart.

His brow furrowed tightly.

Alfred raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, and the sedan silently glided into Metropolis's night. Compared to Gotham, there were too few "achievements" to encounter here at night.

Even the driving butler-vigilante felt somewhat unaccustomed.

...

Inside the Kent house.

Clark was in a good mood seeing Batman suffer, and Ian was also in good spirits knowing he was about to get rich. Only the drunk Lois had fallen asleep in the kitchen.

Clark gently carried Lois to the sofa.

This also woke Lois up.

"Kiss me!"

She was really drunk and in the mood.

"Uh."

Clark was somewhat overwhelmed.

Ian quickly prepared to go upstairs to his room to leave space for his parents. Just then, the sound of unlocking came from the front door. It was Jordan, who often pretended to be out dating, returning home.

"I'm back!"

Jordan's voice was loud.

Carrying a somewhat melancholy feeling.

His return also disturbed Lois's mood.

The drunk mother was somewhat unhappy.

And when women are unhappy, they become very scary.

"Jordan, we need to talk. You, me, and your father." Lois tidied her messy hair. Her drunken state couldn't hide the seriousness on her face.

"Talk about what?"

Jordan was somewhat bewildered.

"Of course, about the family education issue of you using my bank account to subscribe to some unhealthy videos." Lois crossed her arms, her voice full of interrogation.

"????"

Jordan was truly confused.

He had always bought small discs.

What subscriptions?

Just as this somewhat innocent second brother was feeling very depressed, Ian had already quietly slipped upstairs. After quickly returning to his room, the boy still kept his ears perked up listening to the commotion downstairs.

His physical condition gave him a low-tier, low-tier, low-low-tier version of super hearing.

There was intense arguing.

And mixed male-female educational conversation.

Ian was so envious of his parents' well-coordinated love. Just as the "thump thump thump" sound of footsteps coming upstairs was heard, Ian planned to immediately go out and apologize to his scapegoat second brother.

Rather than being discovered later, it was better to confess now. The main point was that if he admitted his mistake quickly enough, there would be no brotherly rift. Ian knew how to live reasonably in the world of American dramas. Of course, to prevent Jordan from using the classic brotherly backstab move of turning around and going downstairs to report him, he was also prepared to say it was all a prank by his friend.

Creating imaginary friends was quite useful anywhere.

"That..."

Ian was just about to speak.

"Damn it!" Jordan's gnashing teeth looked very angry. Originally, Ian thought his second brother might have discovered the truth, but unexpectedly, this Kryptonian descendant's super brain was also quite ridiculous. "It must be Dad! It must be him secretly subscribing to unhealthy videos behind Mom's back, then framing me when discovered!"

Very indignant complaints.

Ian was completely stunned.

"Oh! My God! Is that really how it is! Maybe you're right, Jordan. After all, your intuition has always been accurate!" Ian really admired the "truth" that Jordan had imagined.

Indeed!

Second brother was the real superhero of the Kent family!

"That's right, my intuition is rarely wrong. The situation must be exactly as I guessed. He's just an irresponsible man who won't even admit to what he did!"

Jordan became even more indignant with the support.

Ian continued nodding like a pecking chicken, looking like a human nodding machine.

As they say, make Superman suffer a bit.

The sons will all be happy.

He believed the great father wouldn't mind.

"Damn framing!" Jordan might have gotten angrier the more he thought about it. His whole person was abnormally flushed. He already had emotional issues, and seeing him angrily rush toward the bedroom, Ian was also somewhat worried.

"You're not going to fight Dad to the death, are you?"

Ian felt his second brother probably didn't have much chance of winning.

"Of course not."

Jordan looked back at Ian with some confusion. "Since I'm already taking the blame, I certainly can't take it for nothing. I'm going to criticize just how hateful the videos Dad spent big money to buy really are."

What a righteous statement.

"..."

Ian stared dumbfounded as his second brother closed the door.

"Is this the advanced path of adolescence, the mating season?" He couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to turn around and return to his room, preparing to quickly wash up and wait to enter his dreams.

"Click~"

The door opened again.

"Huh?"

Ian looked somewhat surprised at Jordan who had come out again.

"That... I need to wash something I used last night and forgot to clean... I mean underwear." Jordan smiled awkwardly, indeed holding a pile of underwear in his hands.

However, sharp-eyed Ian clearly knew there were other things hidden inside. Jordan's attempt to cover up was very poor acting, but who made Ian a very, very high-EQ considerate little brother.

"Jordan, do you remember what you told me that day? Never let the doctor not heal himself!" Ian showed his tactfulness, watching his second brother, who had stiffened completely, enter the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed.

Familiar washing sounds came from inside.

"Dad must see this behavior of his every day with his super vision..."

Ian really wanted to know.

When his second brother learned in the future that his old man was actually the invincible Superman, would he still be able to continue such brazenly persistent local training at night?

Curious Ian returned to his bedroom.

"The Boys! Activate!"

There was still some time left.

Ian chose to start drawing comics.

He wielded his pen with flourish.

Beginning another round of passionate creation. As they say, beautiful times pass quickly. When the clock moved toward that dividing point, Ian's head tilted to one side and his soul had already wandered beyond.

Dream world.

Marvel Universe.

The heavy snow was still so endless.

Ian was once again "refreshed" to a random location. This time he didn't immediately look for landmarks to determine direction, because he had been attracted by the massive object in the sky upon entering this world.

In the gray and dark sky, clouds rolled like boiling ink, and a blurry outline was moving in the depths of the clouds.

This time, since that outline had already broken through the clouds and was slowly approaching the earth.

"Father above..."

Ian finally saw clearly what was falling to Earth. A head as huge as a small planet emerged from the clouds, its metallic skin seemingly engraved with mysterious patterns.

This was Galactus!

The supreme deity of the Marvel Universe!

He was completely lifeless!

His broken body was collapsing toward Earth!

"Hiss! The invincible Galactus is about to crush my hair!" In this world, Ian didn't need to consider whether he'd be crushed to death. He was only curious whether he had a chance to touch the corpse of a cosmic deity.

Divine blood.

What kind of occupation would it unlock?

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