SUP Chapter 47: Peerless Divine Weapon, Titan God

Good news.

He had finally become a pure-blooded Berserker.

Bad news.

The negative status of [Blood Curse] was gone, the green energy surging under his skin was also gone, and the double happiness seemed to vanish in an instant as if nothing remained.

The chef stopped serving soup.

Ian also didn't dare to use his knife.

"Damn system, don't randomly give benefits when leveling up. Don't clear it, restore it for me, restore it back." Ian had never been able to negotiate any results with his system.

He could only look at the chef in the window with frustration.

"What system? What leveling up?"

The chef was completely confused.

"One more bowl?"

Ian looked at the large barrel that the chef had hurriedly moved away while he was experiencing the level up. His water pipe could no longer reach the barrel because the chef had directly added an iron lid to it.

"You fraud! You don't deserve redemption and glory!" The chef looked like a proper madman, but he still had intelligence. He clearly sensed something was wrong with Ian.

"I'm not a fraud, really, just give me one more bowl, just one bowl. I'll pay, I'll pay money, okay? Franklin, help me." Ian wanted to restore his negative status.

He pulled out money, discovered that money also had times when it lost effectiveness, so he could only start using "reasoning with people" methods, using physical force to vigorously smash the thick glass in front of him.

Eight times normal human strength.

Yet he could only leave some white marks on it.

"This is bulletproof glass."

The chef sneered.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ian remained silent.

Just kept smashing the glass.

"Damn it! What bulletproof glass! Missile-proof glass, right?" After smashing for a long time without breaking it, Ian was somewhat speechless. Then he watched in bewilderment as the chef on the other side of the window grinned strangely and nodded.

"..."

It really was missile-proof glass.

What was this?

LexCorp's black technology?

In the world before transmigration, Ian would have angrily complained no matter what, but if this was in the DC Universe, perhaps having such glass exist was quite reasonable.

However, this didn't prevent Ian from becoming angry with embarrassment.

"Fine, fine, fine! Why didn't you warn me earlier! Speaking only half sentences, right!"

He looked around.

Super intelligence came online again.

With just one glance, he immediately found a peerless divine weapon for himself.

"Sorry, cousin, I need you to help me with my cultivation. I think even if you were conscious, you would definitely forgive me! After all, this is to carry out the justice you uphold!"

"I drank all that soup and don't know how many people I can save. This is simply immeasurable merit! A triple win! I win twice!" Ian saw his dazed cousin, so he directly grabbed Kara's calves with both hands and lifted up the invincible Kryptonian. He swore this was absolutely the most useful hammer in the world.

Ian swung his cousin like a sledgehammer, viciously smashing her toward the glass window.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

One could only say that using his cousin to make holes, no, using his cousin to smash glass, just listening to the sound showed how extraordinary it was. Facts proved that the hardest substance in this world wasn't diamonds.

But a Kryptonian's head.

"Crash~"

The entire bulletproof glass instantly shattered.

Whether Kara's head was really hard enough, or LexCorp's counterfeit products were substandard, in any case, Ian successfully broke through the barrier between himself and the perfect tonic soup.

"No!"

The chef was splattered with shattered glass.

However, he still desperately protected his large barrel.

"Stop! These sources of hope still need to be distributed to others! The establishment of the new world needs it! Needs it!" The chef issued a warning roar as he watched the approaching Ian.

"Bang~"

He was skillfully swung by Ian using Kara and sent flying.

"You can't do this to me! I'm the Jesus of the new world! I want to change this world!" The chef was slapped against the wall, spitting green blood while howling in pain.

"You should have become my warrior... why is it like this, why..." The chef's bones seemed all broken. He looked like an incompetent squishy mage.

His body was too weak.

"Glug glug glug glug~!"

Ian completely ignored the chef.

He directly hugged the large barrel and drank all the green soup.

There were those green, oily dishes.

They were also devoured completely by him in the blink of an eye.

Those who understand the appetite of a Berserker, understand.

[Blood Curse]

[You are suffering fel corruption, experience +1]

Seeing the familiar status return, Ian let out a satisfied burp. He was in a good mood, and according to relativity, when one person is happy, another person definitely won't be happy.

The chef was still vomiting blood. He sat paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over, the wrinkles on his face twisted into a desperate ravine, staring blankly at the soup pot Ian had drunk dry with constantly quivering lips.

"No! It shouldn't be like this! You ruined my hope! Ruined this world's hope. They will punish me! I don't want... you... you have to be buried with me!"

The chef burst out with a heart-wrenching roar. The next second, his body suddenly expanded, then instantly collapsed, as if being torn apart by some force from within.

"Ahhhhh!"

In the painful screaming.

"Witness my dream!"

The chef's venomous voice filled the entire cafeteria.

The next moment.

"Boom!"

This hunched bootleg Gul'dan exploded like a balloon, countless lights and shadows swept out from his body, causing Ian's eyes to flicker and experience brief blindness.

"Turning into light at the slightest disagreement? Hiss, could it be that I've become the villain?" Ian struggled to adapt to the bright light. The surrounding space seemed to continuously twist under the illumination of this bright light.

The entire cafeteria was like paper crumpled by an invisible hand.

Then reshaped, the entire space seemed to be pulled into a burning world. An incomparably huge giant emerged in the light and shadow, with a body like a mountain, casting shadows that could cover vast areas of land.

"I am your god!"

A majestic whisper resonated through heaven and earth.

The giant that blocked out the sky looked exactly like an ancient Titan, with large eyes like two burning furnaces, spewing scorching flames as if they could turn everything within sight to ash.

"Gulp~"

Ian looked at the colossal thing before him.

His heart was slightly tense.

However, after seeing that his immortality buff still had several hours left, he calmed down again.

"Damn, with my weight class, I'm qualified to fight a BOSS? Making it this exciting?" Ian was checking what skills on his occupation panel could help in an emergency, and at this time the Titan in the light and shadow had already raised his terrifying fist. Infinite power was gathering, and his, or rather Its fist, aimed at Ian like a meteor, slowly falling down.

Shockwaves swept the surroundings..

As if it wanted to smash Ian directly into fragments.

"Together with cousin, we'll definitely dominate!" Ian launched a fearless charge. He was truly fearless, a seemingly small mortal challenging the massive deity.

However, just as he swung Kara up, about to clash head-on with the Titan's fist.

"Boom——!!!"

A sonic boom suddenly exploded in the sky.

A red and blue figure dove down like a meteor.

"Rumble!"

The terrifyingly powerful Titan was directly knocked to the ground.

Amidst the flying dust.

That man, made his entrance in the form of a human cannon.

Declaring who was the only true god in this mortal world.

"I need an explanation."

Superman's gaze looked toward his bewildered youngest son, who still maintained his two-handed grip posture, holding up his rigid cousin high above his head.

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