In the upstairs bedroom, the desk lamp cast Ian’s shadow on the wall, twisting into a monstrous, clawing figure. In reality, he sat cross-legged on a chair, staring at his small computer.
The computer fan hummed softly as Ian’s fingers flew across the keyboard, browser windows popping up one after another, all news from Metropolis’s previous day.
Metropolis Daily, Star Forum, City News Express. Ian scoured for clues about what happened to Superman and what might befall Metro...
2025-07-24 07:33:22 +0000 UTC
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Tessa took in all of Ian’s reactions.
“This is fate, unstoppable.” Her voice was like a verdict, carrying an unshakable solemnity as her fingers tapped rhythmically on the windowsill.
A steady “tap tap” sound.
Ian’s pupils flickered slightly.
“There’s always a way.” He suddenly calmed, staring into Tessa’s eyes as she turned, the dizzying depth intensifying.
“So-called fate is an invincible outcome. Your resistance is just your prejudice aga...
2025-07-24 07:32:53 +0000 UTC
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Ian stood frozen at the bathroom door.
His pupils reflected the woman stepping out from behind his father.
She seemed to notice him.
“What a special…” Staring at Ian, as if peering through all his secrets, the woman murmured softly. As Clark started to turn for another look.
In an instant.
The world lost its color, fading into a monochrome palette. Clark, mid-turn, froze like a statue, completely still.
Even the air seemed to stop flowing.
Ian...
2025-07-24 07:32:20 +0000 UTC
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The moment Ian’s hand touched Homelander’s dripping blood and his completely severed spine.
The system’s voice, as expected, sounded in his ear. But it wasn’t the prompt he wanted, nor the worst-case scenario he’d braced for.
[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. Warning: this substance is completely dormant. A new task has been acquired. Please enter the occupation selection interface to view.]
“What’s going on?” Ian was slight...
2025-07-24 07:31:44 +0000 UTC
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Death Knight Kin?
Staring at the status name on his panel, Ian’s first thought was of the Death Knight from the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but he couldn’t quite pin down what kind of role it was.
He vaguely recalled Death Angels.
As for Death Knights… it had been over a decade since his transmigration, and even though Ian often reinforced his memories, the minor details were hard to retain.
Not to mention he didn’t know every facet of the world he now liv...
2025-07-24 07:31:00 +0000 UTC
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Good thing Ian had already left the living room.
Otherwise, he’d surely have connected Clark’s injury to the passenger plane crash he couldn’t fully save this morning, a clear sign Superman had faced a rather mysterious crisis.
Of course, even if he knew, Ian could do nothing about it. He was still far too weak, and anything capable of harming Superman was beyond his current reach.
Upstairs in the hallway, Ian chatted with his two brothers for a bit, flexing his writer...
2025-07-24 07:30:13 +0000 UTC
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The pendant was flickering.
Like a faintly beating heart, it emitted an ominous deep black glow.
Exactly like the color of that evil spirit.
“Did the spirit slip inside?” Ian held the pendant, examining it closely, but found no seams to pry open. Even if the spirit was hiding inside, he couldn’t just dig it out with his hands.
As Ian puzzled over this.
“Ian?”
Clark Kent’s voice suddenly came from behind.
Ian jolted, startled, and turned to...
2025-07-24 07:29:29 +0000 UTC
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The strategist entered the game with money.
He wanted Ian to serve as his “advisor” on tax matters.
However, at this suggestion, Ian warily shook his head.
“Then I’d just be your accomplice!” He was a true law-abiding citizen, not one to stop crimes but absolutely unwilling to become an accomplice in any form.
What a joke!
He was Ian!
Ian Kent!
The son of Superman could never collude with criminals! That was his line of thinking, and in Ian...
2025-07-24 07:28:52 +0000 UTC
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Ian’s college entrance exam scores in his past life were stellar. But his social experience, then and now, was lacking. Still, he felt he deserved a bit of adult respect.
"Did someone forget to say thank you?" Seeing the cashier and the robber baffled, Ian repeated himself, tone hinting at a reminder.
"What are you babbling about? Get lost!" The robber snapped, waving his small-caliber gun at Ian like it was rapping.
"Don’t waste my time, kid. I’ve got three more place...
2025-07-24 07:27:25 +0000 UTC
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It started raining from the fire hydrant and the scene’s atmosphere was peculiar.
"You didn’t pull the handbrake?" The traffic cop was dumbfounded.
"Uh..." Ian was reluctant to admit his rookie mistake.
"This isn’t the first time today?" The cop, as if staring down a true road menace, glared sternly at the delinquent teen.
At that moment, Ian asked sheepishly, "How much to fix it?"
The cop glanced at the spewing hydrant. "Not our department, but per city st...
2025-07-24 07:26:45 +0000 UTC
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A strange, eerie gust swept through.
Nothing happened.
Just a plain student ID vanished. But that was enough to send chills down the spine, especially for those who dealt with supernatural events daily. It was a thought that provoked dread.
"???"
Charles jumped, instinctively glancing around, but found nothing. He turned to Constantine, uncertain and alarmed. "What’s going on?"
Constantine stared at his empty hand, eyes flickering wildly. He rubbed his hand, as...
2025-07-24 07:25:16 +0000 UTC
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The atmosphere in the ruined wooden house was peculiar.
Faced with the boy’s righteous lecture, Charles and Constantine were baffled.
"Who’s America’s sun?" Constantine was utterly confused. He understood each word, but together, they left him puzzled.
"General MacArthur, obviously," Ian replied without hesitation. Living in Metropolis for years, he knew Americans had their own "Lu Xun." When you wanted to speak from a moral high ground, attributing it to MacArthur was...
2025-07-24 07:24:45 +0000 UTC
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As the evil spirit burst out, Ian’s body crumpled to the ground, twisted and blackened, clearly heavily "poisoned," with dark purple, web-like patterns crawling across his skin.
Even his mouth frothed with bubbles.
Being directly possessed and eroded by an evil spirit was no small harm to a human.
Most wouldn’t survive.
"Quick, Constantine!" Charles, seeing the spirit emerge, shouted and rushed toward Ian, intending to catch the collapsing boy.
But, as expect...
2025-07-24 07:23:47 +0000 UTC
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The facts proved that, in a pinch, life finds a way. Feeling threatened, Ian devised a solution.
At this moment, he was putting it into action.
Not anything inappropriate, of course.
"Get off!" the evil spirit roared, writhing in agony. It had no choice, as Ian had opened his mouth and was ferociously biting its neck.
Really biting!
Swallowing it down!
"Shut up!" Ian grabbed the nun spirit’s deformed lips with one hand. With only five minutes, he had to c...
2025-07-24 07:23:27 +0000 UTC
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Inside the ruined wooden house, a black shadow, wrapped in biting cold and rolling thick fog, lunged at Ian.
"Damn it! How'd it escape so fast?" Constantine, standing in front of Ian, paled and reached into his trench coat, trying to pull out something to fend off the evil spirit.
But the shadow was too quick, too fast for any effective reaction. Like a speeding truck, it sent Constantine flying.
His body arced through the air, crashing into Charles, who was running over wit...
2025-07-24 07:22:58 +0000 UTC
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The car tore through the streets like a wild stallion, its engine roaring deafeningly, like an enraged beast gasping for breath, on the verge of collapse.
It wasn't just Ian who felt the thrill and dread. Along the way, the crazed taxi startled countless pedestrians, their muffled curses barely audible inside the car.
Their vocabulary wasn't vast, just a handful of profanities repeated endlessly, but Ian had no time to educate America's public on more creative expletives.
"H...
2025-07-24 07:22:31 +0000 UTC
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The sun hung high in the sky, the air thick with the mingled scents of cheap perfume, sweat, and secretly lit cigarettes, punctuated by the smacking sounds of couples kissing.
Somewhat impolite.
Never underestimate American students.
Though just a group of teenagers, the culture of early romance had long become their norm at this stage of life.
At the corner, three boys in sagging pants cornered a scrawny, bespectacled boy against the wall. The leader grabbed his colla...
2025-07-24 07:22:01 +0000 UTC
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The streets of the city might be filled with chaos, screams, and panicked crowds fleeing in all directions, but none of this seemed to disturb the serene calm within Ian's classroom.
"In the summer of 1942, Hitler launched 'Operation Blue,' aiming to seize the Caucasus oil fields and cut off the Soviet Union's oil supply." The history teacher's voice droned on like background white noise, lulling listeners to sleep.
Many students plagued by insomnia found relief from their trouble...
2025-07-24 07:21:36 +0000 UTC
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As always, those prepared for transmigration to the DC universe would understand.
What the Light Lounge in Los Angeles meant.
“Lucifer…” Ian swallowed, murmuring softly.
“Huh?”
Madison’s ears were sharp. “How’d you know that guy’s name? Yeah, so cheesy, someone actually named themselves Lucifer Morningstar.”
“Totally laughable, like a washed-up rock star. Such a waste of a handsome face. You’re way better than that dumb bar owner.”
2025-07-23 14:20:17 +0000 UTC
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The next day.
Morning.
Soft sunlight spilled into the Kent family kitchen.
Lois, the lady of the house, rose early, humming a cheerful tune as she prepared a hearty breakfast for her three boys. She opened the cupboard, expecting a stockpile of ingredients, but her smile froze.
The cupboard was spotless.
Impossibly so, not a crumb of cereal or cookie remained. Lois rubbed her eyes, confirming she was awake, then rushed to the fridge.
Milk, frozen pizza, egg...
2025-07-23 14:13:44 +0000 UTC
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Late at night on the second-floor hallway, the faint sound of water flowed through the pipes.
Jordan Kent, with his messy curly hair, carefully dried his freshly cleaned “treasured artifact,” a teenage necessity he used nightly.
After meticulously applying powder and storing it in its case, Jordan tiptoed out of the bathroom, wary of waking the family.
But as he cracked the door open, he nearly jumped out of his skin, almost awakening his Superman bloodline.
“Hol...
2025-07-23 14:13:17 +0000 UTC
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Acquiring an extraordinary occupation brought a remarkable leap.
Ian truly felt stronger, not just mentally, but his four-dimensional attributes saw tangible boosts.
[Name: Ian Kent]
[Ordinary Occupation: Student LV7 (35/640)]
[Extraordinary Occupation: Berserker LV1 (0/10)]
[World Recognition: Ordinary NPC]
[Strength: 3.5]
[Constitution: 3.0]
[Intelligence: 2.3]
[Mental: 2.7]
[Talent Skill: Bloodforge Fury]
[Occupation Skills:...
2025-07-23 14:12:56 +0000 UTC
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The night breeze drifted over the windowsill, carrying a refreshing chill.
From next door came Jonathan’s playful chatter with his girlfriend, and from the hallway bathroom, the frequent flush of Jordan’s nighttime visits.
"These noises are oddly comforting." Ian shook his aching head. This time, waking from the nightmare world, he hadn’t let out much of a scream.
"Homelander, Homelander, laser eyes, laser eyes." Though back in reality, Ian’s mind lingered on that ...
2025-07-23 14:12:27 +0000 UTC
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The Hulk was massive.
His form resembled a short, stout Ultraman.
Ian had considered he might be "logging in" to a future in his dreams, or perhaps he was under a magical curse causing cosmic exile at fixed intervals.
However, he never imagined this apocalyptic world could be on par with the DC universe he inhabited, nor that he’d see the Hulk’s corpse here!
Yes, the Hulk.
The one who grew bigger and greener when angry, famed for limitless strength, a Marvel ...
2025-07-23 14:11:52 +0000 UTC
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The scene before Ian was all too familiar.
This nightmare, or rather, the strange state he fell into every night, had started even before he awakened his system panel cheat.
"What is this place?"
Frost quickly crystallized on Ian’s eyelashes. He raised his hand to catch the endless snow falling from the sky, the white curtain swallowing the skyline of the ruined city.
The snow was heavy.
Only objects close by were visible. Oddly, Ian didn’t feel cold, as if h...
2025-07-23 14:11:25 +0000 UTC
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Does Superman get high blood pressure?
Occasionally, yes.
At that moment, Clark felt a rush of blood to his head.
"Why not write something about an ordinary person becoming a superhero through hard work?" he suggested, trying to steer Ian toward something serious.
"That wouldn’t be groundbreaking enough." Ian tilted his head, dismissing Clark’s idea and talent. Stories of superhero origins were everywhere.
Readers today needed real shock value.
"…"
2025-07-23 14:11:02 +0000 UTC
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The office was silent for a long time but Dr. Hannibal observed every change in Ian’s expressions.
"You’re very guarded around me, which is normal since this is our first meeting. It’ll take time to build trust."
"Let’s stop here for today. I need time to study your case," Dr. Hannibal said calmly to the boy.
"Is my condition unusual?"
Ian couldn’t help but ask.
"No, it’s just psychological stress, not a mental illness. Don’t burden yourself too muc...
2025-07-23 14:10:11 +0000 UTC
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Metropolis.
The sunlight was still fairly bright.
In a psychologist's office, a gentle breeze stirred the curtains, casting dappled light and shadows across them. The boy sat on a not-so-comfortable sofa, looking up at the psychologist before him.
"I don’t have a mental illness."
Ian Kent spoke softly.
"Most people who come here think they’re fine," the sharply dressed psychologist replied, his posture refined and upright, like a gentleman. A sleek notebook a...
2025-07-23 14:09:30 +0000 UTC
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“Though Bloodthirsty Rats are rampant in neighboring provinces, climate and terrain keep them rare in Shi Province. Even the few that slip through don’t survive the cold winters.”
“Their individual combat strength is weak, unable to beat even an ant-wolf one-on-one.”
“The real threat is their ‘Bloodthirsty Plague’ pathogen, a unique supernatural curse!”
For known infection sources, the cleanup team should suffice, not requiring Qin Feng’s involvement.
...
2025-07-21 10:45:53 +0000 UTC
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Whether Lee Matteo’s trump card methods were effective, Cheng Ye wasn’t sure yet.
But trying them cost nothing, and if they worked, he’d claim them as his own.
Though he didn’t expect to pass them down to a son to continue as an inspector in Happiness City, at least he’d have a solid plan for future warehouse releases.
“Alright, please wait, sir.”
Raven, though confused, followed Cheng Ye’s orders, quickly sorting the paper slips.
Starting with on...
2025-07-21 10:45:17 +0000 UTC
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