What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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of course.

Whether it's a story or not isn't really important. What Ian cares about most is the energy aura emanating from Doomsday. His [Entropy Lord] exclusive organ has already allowed him to smell the fragrance of an upgrade.

Under such circumstances.

How could this incident be complete without him?

"I will not let Doomsday hit my dad. If Doomsday wants to hit someone, let it hit me first—I am an indispensable paladin in the Justice League."

"I'm willing to take all the damage for all the members!" Ian declared his greed with righteous indignation. He even suddenly realized that although he didn't have the Paladin class, it didn't seem to prevent him from creating the Sacrifice class, which many Paladins had, within his own magic system.

They can even come up with sudden, whimsical ideas.

Reverse Sacrifice

Ian couldn't even imagine how wonderful his life would be and how fast he would level up if his followers learned this magic and transferred all the damage they suffered to him!

"A double-digit intelligence stat is really useful!" Ian knew, of course, that this stat only represented thinking and reaction speed, and it was precisely this characteristic that he praised that allowed him to make better use of his super brain.

They're all super brains.

It's definitely the strongest already.

No upgrade required.

It's just a matter of seeing if we can use it better.

“Your dad told you to stay here. And didn’t you say you were the Flash?” Louise said helplessly, rummaging around but unable to find her special drink.

She didn't need to see Ian wiggle his butt to know what Ian wanted to do.

"The Flash was a pure sewer version, but now I've evolved. I'm the wild Paladin Ian."

Ian took off his tattered battle suit, the artificial Speed ​​Force arcs on it had actually been deactivated when he carried Louise away earlier.

Of course he remembers that.

After all, he likes his mother, who is mature enough.

I don't like being overly familiar with my mother.

“You won’t be of any help even if you go. I don’t want to lose both my husband and son on the same day.” Louise tried to stop Ian; she had even prepared for the worst.

however.

“If Dad were to die, he would be so angry after hearing what you said that he would die. But he’s not dead yet… He won’t die in the end either, because his beloved son will soon become his strong support.”

"To uphold justice, to protect my family, even if it's hell ahead, I will be at the forefront! This is my way as a superhero of the new era!"

"It's the same thing as the Way of the Ninja! Paladin! Activate!"

Ian knew that emotional appeals were needed before the big battle.

He's just being sentimental.

The kind that gets your blood pumping.

It was as if she hadn't heard Louise's objections at all.

“I didn’t see any paladins, I only saw pure savages.” Louise rubbed her forehead as she watched Ian, who had taken off his tattered battle robes, begin to weave something from the surrounding vines and leaves.

If I read that correctly.

It's a wild man's grass skirt.

"Anyway, my chivalry will surely move heaven and earth, and move everyone in the Justice League." Ian put on the grass skirt to cover his big shorts.

no way.

The Flash's suit is so tattered it's practically an 18+ rated uniform temptation.

At least for now.

He looks like he's only 16+ at most.

“Your father will beat you.” Louise didn’t know how to persuade Ian. She only knew that Ian seemed to have no fear of death ever since he hooked up with the goddess who controlled death.

As an ordinary person.

Louise found it hard to imagine what this situation would be like.

"It doesn't matter."

Ian's eyes were unusually determined.

"What is family? Family is when even if my dad pulls out his Gucci belt, I will stand firmly by his side, and he will eventually realize that I am his best son."

He was still trying to get emotional.

He started stacking buffs on himself.

They even brought out the logging family.

He wanted to do this to ensure he could draw enough of Doomsday's firepower later. Of course, this was also a way to put pressure on Jonathan and Jordan, who weren't there.

Another win-win situation.

"..."

Louise looked helpless.

She picked up the cat from the ground again, knowing that as an ordinary person, she couldn't offer Clark any real help—but perhaps Ian could truly pull off a miracle?

With mixed feelings.

The mother chose to believe her youngest son.

She was pretending that she had already drunk quite a bit.

It seems poised to evolve into a conceptual level of rational hero.

"Meow~"

The orange cat is tilting its head.

It seems like they don't understand the family's mental state.

but.

As a cat.

Perhaps there's no need to worry about so much? Thinking this, the orange cat nestled in Louise's arms and dozed off again, its body clearly continuing to evolve.

"What are you trying to do now?"

Louise watched as Ian pretended to be oblivious and continued to entangle the family in her efforts to stop him. She didn't want to continue with her pointless advice anyway.

however.

Unfortunately, Ian's next move was truly beyond her comprehension—the boy pulled the Speed ​​Force calf out from under his armpit and then began to tie the two legs to his arms.

The left leg is tied to the right arm.

The right leg is tied to the left arm.

Driven by his erratic Speed ​​Force legs, Ian began to spin like a top—his authority in the use of bio-external equipment had reached a new level.

“I’m going to tell The Flash that the correct way to use the Speed ​​Force is not to increase movement speed, but to increase attack speed.” Before he finished speaking, Ian’s body instantly turned into a spinning vortex of Speed ​​Force.

He rushed back the way he came, bringing with him a gust of wind and fallen leaves. Bushes were uprooted in his wake, squirrels scurried up the treetops with shrieks, and a flock of startled crows flew about in all directions.

The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping.

Nothing more.

"We can't let the animal protection association see this."

Louise murmured to herself.

He casually picked up a few wild fruits that had fallen in front of him and took a bite.

She chewed.

It looks like they're trying to brew fruit wine in their mouths on the spot?

"Meow~"

The orange cat looked up.

Curious, she nudged Louise's chin.

"You want to eat too?"

Louise broke off a small piece and handed it to the cat. The orange cat took a bite, its face instantly contorting, its eyes widening, its mouth opening into an "O" shape, and a "coo-coo-coo" sound coming from its throat.

This is clearly something that's actually sour.

"Unappetizing."

Louise's expression changed at this point, and she disgustedly threw away the fruit in her hand. A rabbit fell in front of her, but Louise, filled with worry, had no intention of eating the roasted rabbit.

"After this fight, I'll retire from this life and go home for dinner." Ian's voice came from afar, as he gave himself another buff that guaranteed him a beating.

“But there’s no one to cook for you at home right now. By the way, do we even have a home anymore?” Based on Ian’s previous description, Louise roughly understood what she would see when she returned.

She sighed helplessly.

"I hope everything goes well."

Louise sat on a tree stump, the orange cat curled up at her feet, the night breeze gently ruffling her hair. She gazed in the direction Ian had gone, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

disturbed?

pride?

Perhaps it's more of a sense of helplessness as a mortal.

“At a time like this, I have no way to help my son and husband. I can only wait here for the outcome.” Louise couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

She was not a warrior, but she never backed down.

She used her pen to record the truth and her words to convey her beliefs. However, faced with such supernatural events, as an ordinary person, her pen could not offer any help.

The wind is still blowing.

Under a lush green night sky.

Louise could only pray while holding the cat in her arms.