SUP Chapter 45: Gul'dan! What Is the Price!

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Not compatible?

Ian listened to the prompts in his ears with a face full of bewilderment and confusion. Such system feedback really left him somewhat baffled. And indeed, his system was directly ripped from some game, wasn't it!

"Once again trembling at my NPC status." Ian didn't unlock any new occupation and was greatly disappointed. He thought perhaps he could go back and try whether Kryptonian blood would work.

Dad's blood was hard to get.

But wasn't second brother Jordan's blood easier to obtain? Jordan often had nosebleeds. As they say, one drop of gold equals ten drops of blood. Ian felt that if worst came to worst, stealing some of Jordan's nighttime treasures could also be worth a try.

Slowly standing up, Ian turned back to look at Kara.

Completely oblivious to his actions, his carefree cousin was still on the phone. "Biochemical experimental products from Lex Corp discovered at the sewage treatment plant. At least two people should have already mutated."

"No need for Hank's assistance. I'm just requesting D.E.O. support, yes, full isolation measures." Kara was obviously talking with a national government organization.

If Ian remembered correctly.

Supergirl did indeed have deep ties with the government secret organization DEO. This was an important secret organization dedicated to monitoring, researching, and responding to various supernatural phenomena, alien life forms, and individuals with superpowers appearing on Earth. DEO's name was actually an acronym for Department of Extranormal Operations.

As for Hank, his full name should be Hank Henshaw, belonging to the upper echelons of this mysterious organization. This name was actually stolen from someone else. Like Kara, he was also an alien.

Martian Manhunter.

His strength was also quite impressive. One punch could probably kill three to five Ians.

"Anyway, no matter who I'm in front of, I'm just a small fry, an ordinary NPC." Silently listening to Kara's phone call, his gaze once again turned to the mutated green-skinned worker.

"This appearance looks so familiar." Ian looked at the fangs protruding from the green-skinned worker's mouth, lost in thought. He always felt this appearance really resembled the orcs in his memory.

Even the earlier dialogue was very similar.

"Drink my blood... join us... child!" The green-skinned worker's eyes stared fixedly at Ian, beginning to tempt him. "This world needs countless warriors to change it!"

"You and I... we will both gain glory! For..." The green-skinned worker hadn't finished speaking when Kara, who had hung up the phone nearby, came up and punched him in the face.

The green-skinned worker's voice immediately stopped abruptly.

"Roar!!"

Angry roaring sounded again.

But it could neither frighten Kara nor stir up any waves in Ian's heart.

"Don't tell me you really want to drink his blood!" Kara looked at Ian with warning eyes. In her view, Ian was full of uncertainty. Obviously, she had heard the green-skinned worker's temptation of Ian very clearly.

Super hearing.

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

"Drink his blood? How is that possible! Cousin, I'm also a person with principles." Ian raised his head. Behind the two holes in the stocking hood, his eyes blinked very seriously.

"Looking at your expression, you even seem like you want to take a bite of him." Kara looked at Ian suspiciously. Ian quickly responded with the most innocent smile of a sunshine boy.

"No, of course not. I'm just thinking about how to scientifically prove he's not human." Ian spoke from the heart, but hearing this made the superhero feel a chill down her spine.

"Damn! Are you really just having psychological problems?" She directly grabbed Ian by the collar and dragged him up. "Someone will come to handle this poor person's problem."

"We need to go see if there are any people left in the plant area and ask about the situation... I bet the sewage plant is just a cover. This must be Luthor's biochemical experiment base."

Kara's voice was full of firm certainty.

"Are you saying our world is about to have its own Umbrella Corporation?" Ian was quite surprised. His intuition told him it definitely wouldn't be as simple as biochemical experiments.

"Can you say something I can understand?"

Kara sighed heavily.

She carried the stocking-hooded Ian quickly toward the factory building. The sewage plant had now fallen into an eerie silence. The originally busy workers had almost all fled this place.

After entering the plant area, the surrounding lights kept flickering unstably, occasionally making "zzzz" electrical sounds, as if no maintenance personnel had ever performed upkeep.

"This is a newly built plant area! Unless someone has been taking bribes, how could the equipment be so old!" Ian struggled and was put back on the ground.

He reminded Kara of the details.

"You're right." Kara nodded. Her super hearing caught the sound of liquid flowing and weak moaning from deep in the factory, but the most obvious heat source came from the cafeteria direction.

"Over there."

Kara protected Ian behind her. There were occasional water stains on the ground. Stepping on them made crisp sounds that seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment.

The two hadn't walked for long.

Then, the sign for [Employee Cafeteria] came into view.

Kara suddenly sniffed.

"Did you smell that? The aroma of food... it should be mealtime right now." Because Ian had taken away her dinner, she was now particularly sensitive to the aroma of food.

"I only smell sewage and disinfectant."

Ian frowned.

"No, it's the smell of food. Don't question my super sense of smell." Kara's stomach made a timely "gurgle" sound. She actually felt somewhat eerie about it too.

"Strange, such a disgusting place, yet the cafeteria food smells so enticing?" Saying this, Kara directly brought Ian into this employee cafeteria. Kara's gaze swept across the spacious dining area. Four or five workers in orange work clothes sat quietly at stainless steel tables, eating with their heads down.

The air was filled with enticing aromas: the wheat fragrance of toasted bread, the richness of stewed meat, and the freshness of some herb. At least this was the scene Kara saw with her eyes.

"A place with such good food definitely can't just be a sewage treatment plant!" She even felt somewhat hungry, but still suppressed her appetite to prepare to question some workers.

"You call this good food?"

Ian looked at Kara suspiciously.

He felt his cousin had some special food preferences.

It was no longer just peculiar.

It should be called Cthulhu-level food preferences. Ian's gaze swept across several employees' plates, which were all filled with green soup and green chunks of meat.

The kind that would make you want to explode just from looking at them once.

"Grilled ribs, cream soup, pan-fried salmon... if this isn't abundant, what counts as abundant?" Kara swallowed and looked at Ian with an extremely confused expression.

Could the Kent family's meals be even better than this?

"??????"

After hearing this, Ian's pupils directly contracted several times. He stared fixedly at the direction Kara was pointing—there was only a worker holding a bowl of soup bubbling with green bubbles with trembling hands.

And floating on the soup surface were several black chunks that looked like meat. At this moment, Ian also realized that the scene he saw was completely different from what Kara, who had super vision, was seeing!

Mental interference?

Kara's eyes were gradually becoming confused!

"Damn! Even Kryptonians are affected?!"

Ian looked around.

Trying to find a possibly existing "Archmage" level powerhouse.

And just at this moment.

There was a "clang" of metal striking from behind the serving window. Ian saw a hunched, skeletal thin chef looking at these two uninvited guests with cloudy eyes.

"All who see shall share, partake in the feast. Feel the deliciousness I've created flowing through your bodies. It will grant you power, let you truly realize how extraordinary you are."

"Come! Drink this soup that contains my countless efforts!"

The chef's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a seductive flavor. He slowly raised the ladle, a drop of green liquid fell from the spoon tip, pulling sticky threads in mid-air.

"??????"

Ian was completely bewildered.

He felt terrible all over and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Gul'dan reborn in the DC universe!?"

Ian's expression was extremely incredulous.

"Clang!"

And hearing Ian's complaint, the chef's spoon directly dropped heavily. He looked even more incredulous than Ian, his hunched body began trembling violently, his withered fingers gripping the apron edge tightly.

"Impossible! Impossible! You... how could you know this name? That's my dream... a world that belongs only to me... I roam through it every night!"

"Enlightenment! I gained enlightenment from the world in my dreams!"

"They're in my head, only in my head... I know what to do! Oh yes, you're also my hallucination. You came to remind me to speed up the pace of resisting this world, right!" The chef speaking madly was initially full of disbelief, but after picking up the spoon, he suddenly became enlightened.

His expression also became abnormally fanatical.

However, his eyes became increasingly cloudy.

"Holy crap!"

Ian felt more and more that something was wrong.

At first he was rather confused, simply thinking the other party was acting crazy. But as the chef spoke descriptions that were incredibly familiar to him, Ian suddenly seemed to realize something and widened his eyes.

"Damn guy! What's your level! Using the same cheat as me!" He almost jumped up. Perhaps since transmigrating, this was the first time Ian had been so furious.

Indeed, his anger value in the bottom right corner instantly maxed out.

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