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

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"Honestly, you've only repaid me the interest on a favor. If you don't admit it, then it proves that you think your life is less valuable than that of an ancient Kryptonian god."

Ian intensified his efforts.

While holding the golden-red soul in his arms, he frantically inhaled—streams of soul dust entered his mouth, like jelly, with an excellent taste and the ability to gain experience points.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +34]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +48]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +29]

……

happy.

Very happy.

Ian felt that his life was full of light and hope.

"As expected of a sun god like myself, burning himself to illuminate me." He glanced at the curled-up, sleeping soul in his hands and uttered a heartfelt sigh.

"..."

At this moment, Morpheus, the god of dreams, remained silent.

Staring at the boy in front of him, who left him speechless yet somehow felt a sense of warmth, he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking in a pleading tone.

"My sandbag has fallen into the hands of a witcher again, but this witcher has hidden it." Morpheus, the God of Dreams, was somewhat puzzled as to why he used the word "again".

but.

He didn't think for long, "If you can help me find the exact location, then I'll..."

Morpheus, the god of dreams, hadn't finished speaking.

"Will you just call me 'Dad' once?"

Ian's eyes lit up immediately, and he interrupted—he was still thinking about the great achievements he had failed to accomplish; there should be no goal in this world that Ian could not achieve.

To be a good evil god.

One should not give up until the goal is achieved.

If you don't have that determination.

That would be worse than becoming a god and lying down.

"??????" Morpheus, the God of Dreams, took several breaths to calm himself down. "No, I'll just admit that I owe you another favor!"

His tone was full of emphasis.

"Ten favors."

Ian was somewhat disappointed, so he made an outrageous demand, "You have no idea how deep the waters are behind this, or how many hardships I need to overcome to help you find out the truth."

This is like a furniture seller claiming that their furniture uses the best materials—a common way to inflate prices that won't fool anyone—unfortunately, Morpheus, the god of dreams, isn't human.

How deep is the water?

Morpheus, the God of Dreams, wore a serious expression, revealing his worry. He had mentally rehearsed countless scenarios, imagining all sorts of reasons why someone would target him.

"Very deep, very deep."

Ian lowered his voice.

He didn't actually know where the Dream God's sandbag had gone, but that didn't stop him from pretending to know. There was nothing he could do, since he had just said that he was the all-knowing Ian.

"I feel like you're lying to me."

Morpheus, the god of dreams, remained as cautious as ever.

“You are the God of Dreams, the Lord of Dreams. If I dare to lie to you today, you dare to give me nightmares tomorrow. What would I gain from that?” Ian was well prepared for this situation.

Morpheus, the god of dreams, gave him a deep look.

"Two favors."

after all.

The Lord of Dreams eventually yielded.

"Three."

Ian, however, was pushing his luck.

"it is good."

Morpheus did not hesitate.

His artifact was indeed very important to him, and compared to that, the three favors were not so expensive—poor Dream God, unaware of Ian's thoughts at that moment.

“One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, which means that the favor that the God of Dreams owes me will never be repaid!” He has always had a unique understanding and interpretation of the legitimacy of usury.

A perfectly good Kryptonian Old God soul.

At this moment, it seemed Ian was mistaking this soul for a Kryptonian e-cigarette. This was a temporary measure out of necessity; Ian didn't like smoking, and he planned to use the soul to make tea when he got back.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +23]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +45]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +33]

……

Ian is continuously gaining professional experience.

at the same time.

"Please help me find my sandbag as soon as possible. Such a thing is not a blessing in the hands of mortals, but a disaster." The dream god Morpheus didn't seem to fully understand what psoriasis was.

The black cloak fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

His gaze was fixed on the distance.

It was as if the boundary between reality and dreams had been pierced.

"Okay, okay, I promise I'll complete the mission." Ian had the all-purpose navigation book, so this wasn't a difficult task for him, and he readily agreed.

The deal was about to be finalized.

Morpheus nodded as well.

One last look at the slumbering soul curled up in Ian's hands.

He did not ask for it.

"I still have to go find something else I've lost, and you all have a lot of mess to clean up. Goodbye." Morpheus left without the slightest hesitation. In a second, his figure began to blur, like a bubble blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing into the rising sun.

Suddenly, a god appeared.

They've left again.

The air was completely still.

Ian landed slowly in front of his family.

He patted off non-existent dust from his body.

"Who is that person?" Clark frowned, staring at the spot where Morpheus had disappeared. Just as he had told Injustice Superman before, he didn't know which strange beings Ian knew.

The only thing Clark was certain of was that the other party was terrifying. Even though he was dozens of times stronger than before, he could still feel a terrifying pressure from the dream god Morpheus.

That was the kind of being that could resolve a new Doomsday crisis in a single move—under Clark's strange gaze, Ian crumpled the golden soul into a ball and kicked it into his pocket.

This is baby.

It must be stored carefully.

If his underwear had a gusset, he would have wanted to put it inside the gusset.

"Just like Miss Death... a mere old acquaintance. I owed him a debt of gratitude he could never repay in his lifetime." Ian feigned profundity, trying to boost his own prestige.

however.

"Oh."

Clark wasn't particularly curious. He reached out and grabbed Ian by the back of the neck, then ignored Ian's protests and flew into the sky with his youngest son and wife.

“I can fly! I can fly faster than Jordan!” Ian struggled like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, but Clark showed no intention of letting him fly behind Jordan.

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

No one knows a son better than his father.

Clark was certain that if he let go, Ian would disappear into the horizon, so he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and fly towards the city with his troublesome youngest son.

Jordan followed closely behind.

Having withstood the previous super storm and air currents.

He flew very steadily.

soon.

The four of them had already returned to the metropolis.

The city was already ravaged.

The mini-Doomsday caused far more damage than expected, with streets broken, buildings collapsed, traffic paralyzed, power outages, and many residents left homeless, huddled among the ruins awaiting rescue.

But hope has not been extinguished.

Members of the Justice League are organizing reconstruction efforts.

Cyborg directs robots to clear the rubble, while the Flash, now fully recovered, shuttles between locations to deliver supplies, and Aquaman, along with his wife, assists with drainage and repairing the water supply system.

Wonder Woman, meanwhile, was trying to calm the public down.

"We should lend a hand too."

Superman slowly descends.

He had just put Ian down.

Then he saw his youngest son put a trash can over Louise's head.

rigorous.