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However, it did not yield very good results.
Ian remained completely unmoved.
Before the other person could finish speaking, he shoved the head into a new piece of furniture in the room—an alloy cabinet with many things Ian couldn't understand carved on its surface.
However, Ian didn't doubt the safety of the cabinet's contents, even though he didn't understand it. After all, it was a cabinet his father had taken from Uncle Bruce's house the night before. Although the bat logo on it wasn't completely removed, it didn't stop Ian from pretending not to see it.
He knew it himself.
My father's old friend, Uncle Bruce, had everything.
Just like Doraemon.
He's much more loyal than that guy on the forum who said, "I'm really not Batman."
"Oh, these are traces of magic and technology, used to imprison magical creatures like me. What powerful tools! The great Ian can indeed create anything."
Even after being locked in a new cage, the demon head continued its frenzied praise, and in the quiet of those few hours, the incessantly chattering head had come to some realizations.
Serving the Three Palaces Demon certainly offers a bright future.
But wouldn't changing the storefront sign open up a whole new world of possibilities?
He also wanted to strengthen his faith.
After eating the son of the demon god, the Minotaur Demon felt that it could never go back... It couldn't personally apologize to the Three Palaces Demon Path, mainly because the demon's nature of being prone to betrayal made it unable to refuse.
Praise be to God Ian!
Who says hell can't have a new master?
The Minotaur Demon now only feels that he must be a sycophant enough.
This way.
Its family should prosper in Hell starting with its generation. Although Ian abused, frightened, and tested it, it felt that Ian's nature was still capable of being a good King of Hell.
"Shut up!"
Ian stuffed Jordan's used socks into the mouth of the bull-headed demon.
I tasted that disgusting flavor.
The Minotaur Demon became even more convinced of his choice.
She's already like this in her teens.
What would happen if they were over ten thousand years old?
Under the "affectionate" gaze of the Minotaur, Ian thought the other party was a bit crazy, slammed the cabinet door shut, and lay down on the bed with the book "Ian's Magic Book" in his arms.
The time is approaching.
Seeing that Miss Death had not yet come looking for him, Ian certainly couldn't wait any longer, nor did he have the right to wait any longer. The Marvel Universe's call to him would arrive on schedule every day.
"Tonight, I must change my class to a mage."
Ian wanted to figure out the magical book in his hand.
but.
A person of extraordinary talent.
Of course, he should only cultivate his own extraordinary magic. Therefore, Ian was also trying to find a way to become the source of magic himself, and he knew that the Magnificent Tony Stark in the Marvel Universe could definitely help him.
"I just wonder what the price will be?"
Holding onto hope.
Ian drifted off to sleep as the bells rang.
……
at the same time.
The night is dark.
The corridor was deserted at midnight. In the room on the second floor, near the parents' room, the young man on the bed had a furrowed brow and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Jonathan Kent's fingers gripped the sheets unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.
It felt like a nightmare.
"strength……"
Perhaps it really is a nightmare.
In a dream.
Jonathan stood in a void, with shattered stars beneath his feet and a twisted black sun above him. Whispers in his ears, like cold snakes, climbed up his spine to the back of his neck.
We can give you strength.
The sound seemed to come from all directions.
Jonathan looked around blankly, only to see countless "selves" floating in the void—some wearing Kryptonian suits, some covered in blood, and some with only two black holes left in their eye sockets.
Are you willing to accept this?
The eerie, low sound suddenly seemed to be right next to them.
"Damn it! Where am I?" Jonathan looked around but couldn't see any sound. Even though he covered his ears, the words went straight into his brain.
"Jordan, Ian, they both became that supreme race."
"What about you?"
"A life of mediocrity and wasted potential? Even a training accident that could happen at any moment on the field could leave you with irreversible injuries. Do you really think you can escape your destined tragic fate?"
The sound entered the ear.
Bewitchment and seduction.
A family portrait appeared in the void—Clark and Jordan laughed in the clouds, Ian made a face while hugging a talking car, and Louise held up the Pulitzer Prize trophy in the spotlight.
And he.
Jonathan.
Standing on the very edge.
Like an extra who's wandered into a superhero movie.
"No!"
Jonathan shook his head unconsciously.
"You... or you guys! Who are you! What are you trying to do?" His attitude was unusually firm, but no matter how he ran, it seemed that he could not escape this illusory dream.
"We were losers, just like you."
The voice sounded again.
"However, if you can help us... then together we can climb to a new peak in this world!" The enchanting voice seemed to seep into Jonathan's soul.
"roll!"
Jonathan was roaring.
A flash of lightning appeared.
It was as if countless phantoms were illuminated in the darkness.
Things that don't belong to this universe.
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in nothingness.
Jonathan Kent kneels on the shattered starry sky.
His breathing was heavy, and sweat slid down his forehead, only to evaporate into a scarlet mist the moment he fell into darkness. The whispers in his ear sounded like a million ants crawling inside his skull.
It's irresistible.
It is like a carbuncle on the tarsal bone.
To the ear, it felt like a dull pain, like having a rusty scalpel cut open one's skull.
"Get out!"
His roar seemed to illuminate the surroundings, but it could not penetrate the layers of darkness to pull him back to reality from this eerie place.
A sense of helplessness washed over me.
"Someone help me..."
The distressed Jonathan wanted to call for help.
But they received no response.
In the void, only the sound of his own heartbeat echoed.
"Why refuse such an opportunity? Is it because you are unable to awaken the ignorance of a superhuman brain?" The voice mocked. Jonathan gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms.
“Clark Kent is strong, isn’t he? He’s the all-powerful Superman you all talk about.” The invisible voice suddenly softened, like a kind elder.
however.
As the last note lingered, Jonathan could hear countless drowned souls screaming in his voiceprints, like cries sealed in coral reefs, echoing across billions of years of ocean water.
"Even the strongest life form must eventually die."
The symphony of chaos and madness seemed to explode in Jonathan's ears at that moment.
Accompanied by indescribable noise.
Countless illusory yet incredibly realistic bubbles appeared.
They flickered before Jonathan's eyes, completely filling his body. Jonathan tried to dodge, but a bubble enveloped him, and he seemed to instantly appear in a new world.
What came into Jonathan's view was a scene that filled him with terror.
He saw it.
He saw the kryptonite chains piercing his collarbone, suspending his father, Clark, from the rusted satellite debris. Lex Luthor, dressed in his presidential uniform, slowly and methodically peeled the "S" emblem off his blue suit with a scalpel.