SUP Chapter 49: Source of Nightmares! Mysterious Catastrophe!

Ignoring the Titan's mad curses.

Five minutes later.

Superman's mood had calmed down somewhat.

"Do you two understand how dangerous this place is?" Clark turned his gaze to his child and the cousin who had apparently been used as a weapon.

"Uh... he brought me here! Said he needed to save your life!" Kara immediately tattled without any concealment, selling Ian out completely.

Upon hearing this, Clark's pupils dilated.

He thought of last night's abnormal feelings and Ian's "nonsensical rambling."

"Who told you to come here?"

Clark suddenly looked at Ian.

"My super intelligence?" Ian honestly gave his answer. This time he was really telling the truth. He relied entirely on deduction, but the expression on Clark's face looked increasingly like he wanted to hit someone.

"We need to have a good talk later." After Clark seriously said this to Ian, he turned back and released several more heat vision rays. The already battered Titan began to crumble madly.

Then, countless lights and shadows around them began to collapse, revealing the sewage treatment plant cafeteria outside the illusion. Countless scattered lights and shadows seemed to be drawn by some force, frantically converging.

A black sphere began to condense.

Within it, a shattered world seemed to constantly flash, with countless unwilling souls roaring toward the outside. Superman seemed unsurprised by this, as if he had witnessed it before.

"What is this?"

Kara wanted to step forward and touch it.

"Don't touch it!"

Clark yanked Kara back.

His eyes were grave, carrying worry and vigilance.

"Is this what injured you?" Kara looked down at Clark's arm. She could sense Clark's injuries, so it wasn't difficult to guess why Clark was cautious.

"Did whoever called you here tell you how to deal with this thing?" Clark didn't answer Kara but turned to look at Ian, who was staring at the black sphere in amazement.

"I don't know. That big shot didn't say."

Ian's eyes were clear.

"Perhaps I can solve it?" He also wanted to be like Gul'dan, filled with fel energy every day. Just thinking about it, he knew that leveling speed would definitely be fast.

At this thought, Ian couldn't help but swallow.

His reaction was completely observed by Clark.

"Pica... Dr. Hannibal mentioned this symptom."

Just as Superman couldn't help but sigh and was preparing to have Kara join him in using heat vision to see if they could destroy the sinister black sphere that was solidifying in mid-air and would soon escape.

"Become our new hope!"

The black sphere suddenly trembled, then shot straight toward Ian like an arrow released from a bow! Superman, reacting quickly, raised his hand to intercept, but the black sphere seemed to phase through his palm like it had become intangible.

[Mergeable data detected!]

Ian heard his system give him an unexpected prompt.

"Ah~"

He was overjoyed.

He immediately opened his mouth, ready to welcome the food delivered to his door.

And at this moment, everything froze.

The surrounding world rapidly lost color.

"Are you insane!?"

A pale hand appeared out of thin air.

Gripping Ian's throat, making it impossible for Ian to swallow the duck that had reached his mouth. The fake Death Tessa, or rather a certain female big shot who didn't want to reveal her name, gradually appeared.

She just squeezed Ian's throat.

"Poof~"

The black sphere was spat out by Ian.

"Snatching food from someone's mouth!?"

Ian got angry in his anger. What could he do? Facing one of the strongest beings in the universe, he could only watch as the other party, wearing black gloves, gripped that black sphere.

"Do you know what this thing is? You dare let it into your mouth?" The female big shot gripping the black sphere also seemed to have a cautious, careful feeling.

Upon hearing this, Ian directly raised an eyebrow.

"If I don't eat it, how would I know what it is?" He used his peculiar logic to cover up the truth that his system had prompted him it was non-toxic and edible.

"..."

The female big shot obviously didn't suspect much.

Her attention was all on the mysterious black sphere in her hand.

"This is a broken world... you can consider it part of some universe, um, a universe fragment, containing things that don't belong to our universe."

"Yes, it's part of another universe, universe debris." The woman's fingers gently shook the black sphere in her hand, and ripples began to appear on its surface.

Countless tiny lights and shadows could be vaguely seen flickering inside.

Like countless beings roaring within.

"Hiss! Is it that advanced?" Ian's mood wasn't calm, just as his gains weren't ideal. He had a terrifying feeling about the explanation given by the female big shot.

"So there's still life in these shattered universes." Although Ian felt a slight palpitation in his heart, he immediately seized the opportunity to try to extract useful information.

"Just remnants of the past, not really life... of course, if these universe debris were allowed to parasitize another universe and complete their revival, those remnants would indeed gain life again."

The female big shot didn't know why she wasn't being cryptic this time.

She had activated a mode of answering all questions.

And Ian naturally wouldn't miss this rare opportunity. "It can do that? One universe parasitizing another universe? Like parasites?"

He couldn't help but think of several people he had encountered who didn't belong to the DC Universe.

Was this also a form of universe parasitism?

Just as Ian couldn't help but wonder about this.

"To be precise, only universes like this one that have already been shattered, with only partial debris remaining, would choose parasitism. For those universes that are still intact, they would choose more gentle methods. That kind of silent fusion is much harder for us to discover, far less detectable than this kind of universe debris parasitism."

The female big shot looked at the black sphere in her hand with disgust.

"Us?"

Ian caught the detail.

"This isn't something you should be concerned with."

But the female big shot obviously didn't want to answer this question.

"Alright."

Ian was digesting the information. "So why did this broken universe appear in a chef's body? Is it because they choose a chosen one?"

This seemed to concern him directly.

He couldn't afford to skip it.

"To parasitize our universe, they naturally need to choose a host in this universe... a host with 'legal' status, but don't think this is a fortunate thing."

"These foreign substances seek out life forms with weak will or empty hearts, giving them illusory power and visions, making them think they've gained some kind of mission."

"However, in reality, all people parasitized by these broken universes are disposable tools. The unlucky fellow you drove to death wasn't the same one your father encountered yesterday."

The female big shot looked deeply at Ian.

"You should thank me for saving you, otherwise you would have become like all the parties involved in the events I've handled, becoming manipulated puppets and gradually losing your self-will, going mad."

"There would be many voices echoing in your mind, bewitching... those are all obsessions belonging to past remnants in the universe debris." Her voice was very serious.

"Believe me, no one can withstand such torment, even those like us..." The female big shot's words suddenly stopped abruptly, her face carrying a sense of melancholy.

She didn't know who she was thinking of.

"Hmm? Why is your face getting paler and paler?" The female big shot discarded her memories and looked at Ian again, only to find the young man's complexion very wrong.

Even in the black and white world, the young man's face was frighteningly pale.

"It's nothing... I'm actually naturally pale." Ian forced a smile. Regarding the nightmare world he entered every night, he felt he had found the reason.

However, this still didn't seem to explain some situations.

Like a mission?

He didn't have one!

What obsessive voices.

He didn't have those either!

Even his minor psychological issues were almost completely healed.

Was this right?

Actually, thinking carefully, he and that chef had other differences. The chef's power came from some shattered universe, illusory and insubstantial, while his own power came from the system.

That was solid and substantial.

Completely incomparable!

Thinking of this, Ian immediately felt his heart become calm as still water.

His entire person settled down.

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