SUP Chapter 52: Status Promotion! World Recognition!

The night wind howled.

Ian's hair was blown into a complete mess.

He was very glad he wasn't British, otherwise letting his hair endure such fierce gusts, the probability of early baldness would surely rise from eighty percent to around ninety percent.

"Are you sure you don't need someone to deal with the... problem inside your body?" Clark was flying while holding Ian by the back of his collar with one hand. This was already the fifth time he had stopped Ian from attempting to flip over and ride on his back.

Actually, Clark hadn't refused at first, after all, it was an opportunity to show fatherly love. But after discovering that Ian would try to pull his hair, he still chose to carry Ian in his hand. Perhaps teenagers in their teens didn't need to worry about baldness, but a forty-something Kryptonian didn't have that much confidence.

"Really no need!"

Ian looked at the [Blood Curse] negative status on his status bar, very glad that even though Death had taken away that broken world, his negative statuses hadn't been cleared like his old father's.

[You are suffering from fel energy corruption, experience +1]

What a wonderful sound this was, simply VIP-level treatment that would only exist in those "one slash ninety-nine levels" games. It was basically no different from having activated an automatic idle leveling function!

"I think you need... your body has already started to become contaminated." Superman looked down at his youngest son. Ian's skin was indeed starting to turn green.

Obviously, he had already suffered serious evil energy corruption.

However, Ian didn't care.

"Enduring such a curse can strengthen my mind and train my superpowers!" Ian activated the [Healing Frenzy] skill to make himself pink and tender again.

In an instant, the green color that had appeared on Ian's skin completely faded away.

The flesh corrupted by evil energy was healed.

As for the price, it was just some fat. Ian felt slightly hungry and reminisced about the previous ten-ingredient tonic soup. If only he could drink a few sips of that soup anytime, anywhere.

It was just like the mana potions in games.

"Train your mind and superpowers?" Clark wasn't surprised that Ian could control the invasion of strange energy. When he had been following Ian earlier, he had already discovered Ian's extraordinary nature.

"Yes, that's right... this is a kind of tempering from the big boss!" Ian began to pull out the big banner. He often liked to tell little lies, and now it was also to preserve his negative statuses.

Regarding this, Clark fell silent for a moment, but didn't continue to insist. Mainly because he really didn't understand Ian's strange abilities, and he was also worried that his interference might affect Ian's "growth."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me immediately." Clark weighed the matter for a moment and finally chose to compromise. He knew that the energy in Ian's body was different from what he had been infected with before.

"No need to worry. If there's a problem, I'll definitely find my old man. After all, I'm very afraid of death." Ian quickly nodded. This was the truth. For many years, he had been worried that his life might be sacrificed at any time.

Fortunately, things were different now.

[Death Resistance] made him feel more at ease than ever before.

[Name: Ian Kent]

[Ordinary Occupation: Student lv7 (78/640)]

[Extraordinary Occupation: Berserker LV3 (4/40)]

[World Recognition: Independent NPC]

The changes to his panel were also something Ian was quite pleased about. His [World Recognition] had changed, transforming from the original [Ordinary NPC] to [Independent NPC].

This was obviously the reward from "Them" that Death had mentioned. Although it still carried the word [NPC], Ian believed he must now be a character with his own "plot." Yes, he was no longer the kind of tragic sacrifice that would be offered to heaven at the slightest disagreement. At least it would take two disagreements or even three disagreements before he'd be sacrificed to heaven.

The status of [Death Resistance], made him very difficult to kill.

As long as it wasn't some special event, it would definitely be difficult to affect him. This was the stable living condition that Ian had been anxious about for fourteen years and had dreamed of!

If it could have been like this earlier.

Why would there have been those minor psychological problems that were harmless?

"Praise Death!"

Ian prayed silently in his heart.

He could feel that whenever he prayed, he would mysteriously establish a connection with some mysterious will. Sure enough, he immediately felt the other party's very speechless emotions.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, what are we eating tonight?" Ian's stomach was growling due to using the [Healing Frenzy] ability. He looked at the streets below that were getting closer and closer with great anticipation.

"Still eating the nutritionally monotonous white people food you mentioned." Clark gave his response, then, after a slight pause, "Don't say anything that would frighten your mother when we get home."

"She's been feeling chest tightness lately and her health isn't very good." Obviously, Clark was very afraid that Ian would say something shocking when he returned home, causing emotional upheaval for Lois, who was an ordinary person.

"No problem!"

Ian patted his old father's steel chest to make a guarantee.

"..."

Superman was extremely helpless.

Soon, he brought Ian back home.

In the dining room.

Warm yellow light spilled onto the wooden dining table. Lois came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly cooked eggs, while Clark had already changed back into his home sweater and put on his home glasses.

"Where are my brothers?"

Ian didn't find his gaming brothers in the living room.

"They also have social needs, so they're not coming home for dinner tonight." Lois served Ian several fried eggs, then brought out a large basin of sugar-rich creamy mashed potatoes from the kitchen.

"Mom, do you mean Jonathan went on a date with a girl, while Jordan is wandering the streets outside like a street punk, pretending he's also out on a date with a girl?"

Ian understood his two brothers too well. He wasn't worried about getting diabetes at such a young age, so he immediately served himself a lot of creamy mashed potatoes.

"Yes..."

Lois nodded helplessly.

She also understood her three sons.

Precisely because of this, Lois was quite suspicious of Ian's "previous episode recap" just now.

"Let me go through what you just said again."

"Are you sure that a goddess who has lived for who knows how many billions of years loves you to death, and because she couldn't bear to see you sad, she would rather risk losing her divine position than guide you to solve a crisis that might affect your father?" To be fair, it really wasn't Lois's fault that her facial expression was becoming increasingly strange.

She felt this was like a plot that would only appear in the brain-dead romance novel Ian had written. Ever since reading Ian's work, Lois felt like her brain was almost gone.

"Yes, I actually helped her solve a big problem, but she was too embarrassed to say thank you to me." Ian had been remembering this matter from the sewage plant until now.

He was brooding over it.

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