SUP Chapter 50: Meeting My Gaze Is a Miracle

After comparison, the superiority was immediately apparent.

Ian had a clear understanding in his heart.

He felt that compared to the nightmare world he entered every night, it was still his foolish system that had the closest relationship with him.

It asked for nothing in return.

No missions.

Only selfless dedication.

Silently helping Ian record every instance of growth. Yes, experience points in Ian's view were just records of his own growth, but this didn't prevent him from being moved by the system's selfless recording.

"You're not just pale, now your whole person is trembling a bit?" The female big shot tilted her head slightly, her black eyes full of incomprehension at Ian's changing expressions.

"Low blood sugar, trembling from hunger, urgently need kind people to feed me." Ian's eyes again focused on the black sphere in the female big shot's hand. He really wanted to know what he could gain from eating it.

A new occupation?

Or explosive experience points?

Swallowing a black pill into my belly, I'll know that my fate is in my hands, not heaven's!

Ian was full of anticipation.

However, the female big shot had no intention of fulfilling his wish.

"This can't be given to you. It needs proper handling." The female big shot's fingertip lightly tapped the surface of the black sphere, and dark red nebulae immediately surged within the sphere.

"Just touch it?"

Ian tried to reason.

"I promise not to put it in my mouth."

His promise didn't gain the female big shot's trust.

"Your father is right... you really do have pica, don't you?" The female big shot covered her forehead with her other hand. She didn't think Ian's "sincere" expression had any persuasive power.

"But it's my spoils of war." Ian still wanted to argue. He was really reluctant to give up the temptation of [Compatible Data]. Even though he didn't know what it was, his super intuition told him it would definitely be greatly beneficial to him.

"Your spoils of war?" The female big shot glanced at Ian, as if encountering for the first time a life form that dared to be so bold in front of her. "I've been watching you all along."

"This is clearly your father's spoils of war." She ruthlessly exposed the truth that although Ian had a role, it wasn't much, and he hadn't played any decisive factor.

"Huh?"

Ian really wanted to reply that ordinary NPCs were like this. No matter how emotional, those who played decisive roles would never be him. If anyone was to blame, it could only be the group that set the main theme for worlds like the DC Universe.

"What do you want to say?"

The female big shot saw Ian's hesitation to speak.

"But what's my father's is mine, right? I can at least get one-third, then beg Jonathan and Jordan, and the remaining two-thirds would definitely still be mine."

Ian ultimately chose to continue reasoning.

This was really reasonable.

The female big shot opened her mouth, completely speechless.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"This thing isn't a toy, nor is it some source of power... since it has already left the mortal world, I can't let it return. That would be a poison to our world."

The female big shot sighed helplessly and spoke with an extremely weary voice, "Don't worry, your contribution won't be wasted. We will give you sufficient rewards."

"Want power? We'll give it to you." It must be said, apart from being unable to read Ian's mind, the female big shot's insight was sharp, seeing why Ian wanted to consume fragments from other worlds.

So this incarnation of one of the universe's supreme rules also gave Ian a promise.

"Good, good, come on! Show me!" Ian happened to be a content person. He knew he could always find other fragments later and swallow them when the big shot wasn't paying attention.

No, he only wanted the curse of immortality.

"..."

The female big shot saw Ian spread his arms, in a posture ready to receive something. She felt that in her past thousand years, she had never been speechless as many times as in these few days.

She stared at Ian for a long time.

Seeing that Ian had no intention of putting his hands down.

[Death Resistance: You will be completely immune to death during your lifetime. Even if reduced to neutrinos, you cannot truly die. She probably really doesn't want to see you every day.]

I saw.

After sighing, the female big shot pointed at Ian's forehead, and thus, the temporary curse on Ian's status bar completely became a permanently lasting status.

"Am I immortal now? Does that mean eternal life?" Ian became somewhat greedy again. His contentment belonged to Schrödinger's contentment; he would only be content when he had to be content.

"Believe me, that wouldn't be a reward. Some rules exist not just for constraint." The female big shot shook her head and didn't adopt Ian's suggestion.

"Alright."

Ian blinked, and chose to be content again.

He ultimately got what he wanted. The DC Universe finally truly had its own Deadpool! Ian believed he would definitely be much more popular than Marvel Universe's Deadpool!

"This is my personal small reward to you. As for our commendation, you'll feel it in your future life." The female big shot spoke as if she was about to turn and leave.

Ian didn't want to give up this opportunity to gather information.

"Wait, that... can you talk about world fusion? No other meaning, just pure curiosity. You know, I'm a studious person at school."

Ian's attempt to cover up wasn't very strong.

At least the female big shot didn't suspect.

"Other universes are being compatible into our universe, but this compatibility is hard to detect because it's not barbaric invasion. Things in the universe won't have any perception of it."

"Everything will operate in reasonable ways. Even we find it hard to detect, like different colored inks mixing into clear water. The more similar the colors, the harder to distinguish after fusion."

The female big shot's voice carried a somewhat heavy tone.

At this moment, Ian seemed to realize why, after becoming a [Death Knight Devotee], his world recognition, the so-called status weight, hadn't increased.

The Death Knight was also an external integrator like him!

"So is this a good thing or bad thing?" Ian carefully probed. He felt that even with a "legal identity," he needed to plan ahead.

What if the big shots of the DC Universe were determined to eliminate all external factors?

"Some good, some bad. Due to the extremely rare cases that can be discovered, even we still can't judge which is good and which is bad."

"Of course, there's definitely impact, like salt dissolving in water. You can't see the salt particles, but the water becomes salty. All we can guarantee is that the world's operation won't be too greatly affected."

"After all, in such fusion, between universe and universe, what they seek is merely survival." The female big shot's attitude sounded quite tolerant toward universe fusion situations.

She, or They, only specifically targeted invasions by those shattered universes. It must be said, this might be very good news for Ian.

"Anything else you want to ask?" This big shot was obviously different from their first meeting. Now she was obviously very patiently explaining things to Ian.

And the reason the female big shot was doing this.

"If you discover similar anomalies, you can tell me. I'll always maintain a state of listening to your prayers. I think you actually already know who I am, right?"

The female big shot's gaze at Ian was full of meaning.

"..."

Ian was obviously somewhat guilty.

"Things you can't even discover, how could I possibly discover them? I'm just Superman's son, and an adopted son at that." He tried to use self-deprecation to cover his guilt.

Regarding this, the female big shot saw it all.

"Yes, adopted son. This might be the reason you're special... Kryptonians are far from this special." The female big shot's voice was as soft and gentle as a feather brushing by.

She again raised the black sphere in her hand.

As if observing, "Due to rules, we cannot directly touch such things. Your father's first action let us discover it, but how to force it to manifest again became a problem."

"This is why I need someone to assist... and the reason I'm looking for you is because I have no choice." The female big shot's words left Ian feeling confused.

"What does that mean? Help me with some reading comprehension." Ian blinked, hoping the other party wouldn't be cryptic. Riddlers shouldn't have good endings outside of Gotham.

"You ask me, who do I ask? I'm still waiting for you to discover it yourself and then tell me what the reason is." The female big shot smiled slightly, as if not so eager for the answer.

Her figure began to fade.

Along with the black sphere in her hand also disappearing.

"Being able to block my omniscience is itself a miracle. And being able to interact with me like this is definitely not because of the favor of that old man you carry."

Death's gradual disappearance.

"I am the incarnation of rules. Not all life has the right to look directly at me and remember me... little one, think carefully, what kind of existence might you be?"

Her last remaining voice only left behind a meaningful statement.

Then, black and white faded.

The world began operating again.

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