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

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"You're setting up an advanced version of a ghost marriage, a vegetative state marriage?" Ian couldn't stand it anymore and took out two sleeping bags for Thor's "two fathers" to put on.

"Gods above, I simply cannot take care of someone who is unconscious!" Thor sighed, revealing his childish nature, and then continued to look at Ian with resentful eyes.

Ian touched Odin's nose, his expression a dangerous mix of embarrassment and politeness. "It's really not my fault this time. My mimicry ability just occasionally malfunctions like this."

"It's probably related to my lack of concentration." Ian sighed, mimicking Thor, as he was still feeling unwell from the motion sickness he had experienced earlier.

"Isn't that because you were distracted?!" Thor roared, his voice sending a flock of crows flying from the tree—wait, why are those crows' eyes blood red?

"Look! Wild zombies!"

Ian or Beatrice were the first to react. He pointed to a group of humanoid creatures staggering in the distance, a look of surprise and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Ian was familiar with this creature; he had seen it before in the dimensional rift video provided by the new Tony Stark. So, he and Thor had arrived in the Pocket Universe where Iron Man's daughter lived?

Just as Ian was conducting his analysis...

Thor then looked around warily, only to see that the commotion from his fall had attracted a dense horde of zombies. These monsters staggered toward them with an eerie persistence.

Their skin was a putrid grayish-green, some even revealing bare bones, with cloudy eyeballs embedded in their eye sockets, and dried blood and rotting bits of flesh hanging from the corners of their mouths. Even more disgusting, some zombies had ruptured abdominal cavities, their intestines dragging on the ground like wriggling maggots.

The intestines and internal organs made a sticky sound as they moved, rubbing against the ground.

"Damn it! What the hell are these things?!" Thor was horrified. He gripped Mjolnir tightly, and lightning crackled on the hammer. He had much more courage than before.

At least they know that if they encounter an enemy, they must be prepared to fight.

Instead of running away.

"Oh, these are snacks that even Master Ian doesn't like to eat." Ian's tone was disdainful, as if he were commenting on an unpalatable dish; the zombie virus certainly didn't sound very appetizing.

Mr. Ian can have many identities.

But he didn't want one of his identities to be Zombie Ian. Becoming Zombie Ian would not only be a disservice to the city, but also a waste of his stunning good looks.

"If you won't eat it... then it really is filthy." Thor sneered, swinging Mjolnir and slamming it hard into the ground. Dazzling lightning instantly exploded on the surface, and countless arcs of electricity spread wildly in all directions like silver snakes. The zombie infants convulsed from the electric shock, their charred skin emitting wisps of smoke.

The air was immediately filled with the stench of rotting flesh.

“Looks like these monsters aren’t that strong.” Thor swung his hammer, his long golden hair fluttering in the lightning, a hint of pride on his face. He was proud of his power.

Ian stroked his chin, feeling that Thor shouldn't be allowed to get too arrogant. People who are too cocky are prone to getting into trouble. He had gone to great lengths and put in a lot of effort for his followers.

"Ordinary zombies are indeed not strong, but ordinary zombies are only the lowest level of zombies. Above them are one-star zombies, two-star zombies, and so on up to nine-star zombies."

"Above that are the Corpse Masters, Corpse Spirits, Corpse Kings, Corpse Emperors, Corpse Sect Masters, Corpse Venerables, and, the only zombie the entire world is allowed to have—the Corpse Emperor!"

"This is an incredibly powerful being."

"The Corpse Emperor stands at the end of time and space, his body entwined with the laws of decay and eternity. His mere existence is enough to cause the river of time in countless universes to be stained with corpse spots."

"At a glance, cause and effect are reversed. All beings of the past and future will be infected with the zombie virus under His gaze. He is the embodiment of the end, the zombie singularity of the infinite universe."

Ian's writing talent remains as astonishing as ever; with just a casual remark, he used the "Pinduoduo" method to sketch out a magnificent world.

His statement was quite mysterious.

It seemed very serious.

The landlord's eldest son immediately believed it to be true.

"Wh-what?" Thor's eyes widened, and he stammered. He glanced around instinctively, as if something terrifying might emerge from the ground at any moment.

It's not Thor's fault.

After all, this was Thor's first time traveling through space.

"You're still not brave enough. The mere Zombie Emperor was easily suppressed by the Evil God. You should look at your expression just now; it was as if you'd heard Hela was coming to your birthday party!"

Ian offered a sharp critique.

Subsequently.

He looked into the distance.

On the horizon, a colossal figure enveloped in purple energy slowly approached. With each step it took, the ground trembled.

The surrounding buildings collapsed one after another like building blocks.

"Damn it." Thor swallowed hard. "Could it be what you were talking about?"

"No, that was just an ordinary zombie with a giant's aura," Ian said calmly. "But according to my level of perception, it's probably three and a half stars?"

He still maintained his belief that if he told too many lies, no one would suspect they were false.

talking.

Ian's eyes suddenly blazed with brilliant golden light, and two blazing beams swept out. Wherever they passed, the zombies let out sharp screams, their bodies seemingly compressed and twisted by some strange force, ultimately turning into... zombie babies. Even the giant zombie turned into a tiny infant.

They lay on the ground, their skin wrinkled and bluish-gray, making weak "howling" sounds, their rotting little hands groaning helplessly at the air, looking both disgusting and eerie.

"What...what kind of evil technique is this?!"

Thor was speechless, his jaw almost hitting the ground.

"The [Ancestral Ray] is more environmentally friendly than the [Eternal Day's Eye]." Ian blinked, the golden light faded, and he rubbed his temples, as if relieving some kind of mental burden.

【Reverse Evolution Ray: The Mutant Overlord can release a "Reverse Evolution Ray" from its eyes. After irradiating the target, it forces the target's gene sequence to degenerate into a "primitive form" or "young form", causing the target's strength, intelligence, senses, and even appearance to degenerate. The degree of degeneration depends on the target's mutation level and the duration of the ray.

This skill is highly effective against mutants, superhumans, demons, angels, and artificial life forms. However, it may cause ordinary humans to regress to more primitive biological forms, such as beasts or reptiles—evolution is the glory you bestow, regression is the punishment you inflict.

This new capability was used for the first time.

The effect is good.

However, it does place a significant mental burden on him. Of course, Ian felt it was necessary for him to use this skill, since burning zombies to ashes would pollute the environment too much.

It's more environmentally friendly to let them degenerate into babies.

Environmentalist Ian.

That's it!

Don't you think they're much cuter now?

He looked down and kicked a zombie baby at his feet, then asked Thor a question.

Thor's expression was as if he had swallowed an entire frost giant.

"...You call this cute?!"

He still couldn't quite understand the aesthetics of the evil god.

“At least they don’t have teeth, so they can’t bite people now.” Ian shrugged, his tone relaxed. “And look, they can’t even crawl, they can only howl on the ground, how convenient.”

"I will raise my children this way in the future."

Ian's divergent thinking has always been excellent, and his parenting views left Thor silent for a few seconds. He stared at the zombies that had turned into babies and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Where did you learn this...this kind of method?" Thor had already researched the stories about the evil gods, and the evil gods in Asgardian mythology were completely different from Ian.

"Does this really need to be learned?" Ian tapped his head and said with a smile, "It's all the fruit of the amazing wisdom tree in my own mind."

His words were full of praise for his own brain, suggesting that a super brain must be able to sense the emotional clamp.

"..."

Thor was speechless again, unable to utter a word, and could only look down at the zombie infants. They had indeed lost their aggressiveness, but their skin was still a deathly gray, and their eyes were cloudy and lifeless; clearly, they were not truly alive. Thor frowned, a sense of unease rising within him.

“Ian…”

He spoke in a low voice, his tone unusually serious.

Where have we ended up?

Thor had a very bad feeling about this strange world.

Ian then stopped smiling and looked around—the sky was blood red, the earth was rotting, and in the distance, the low growls of zombies and the hissing of unknown creatures could be faintly heard.

He took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words.

"Zombie Universe."

Ian was serious for only a second.

“I bet there’s a zombie version of you here—and you definitely can’t beat a zombie Thor!” Ian declared confidently, prompting Thor to want to retort.

Just now.

A piercing scream suddenly came from afar.

"Aaaaaah—my butt!!"

Ian and Thor turned their heads at the same time. The voice was melodious and dramatic, with the unique flair of an American hero, almost like a high-pitched solo in a Broadway musical.

"No wonder he's Captain America, who's been a model, a singer, and has done all sorts of jobs! It seems the Spear of Eternity didn't hit Zombie Captain America, otherwise Zombie Captain America wouldn't sound so good."

Ian immediately pulled out a band-aid and ran towards the direction of the sound. There he saw Captain America lying on the ground, grieving, after being shot in the buttocks by the Spear of Eternity.

The Eternal Spear was precisely embedded in the center of his firm, round buttocks.

Gwen was frantically trying to pull out his gun.

With each exertion, Captain America let out an even louder scream.

"Gently! Gently! This is a human butt, not a golden butt!"

Captain America was in so much pain that he kept pounding the ground.

However, judging from his strong voice, the injury wasn't serious. Under Ian's instigation, the Spear of Eternity wasn't as temperamental as before, and he knew how to control his strength when striking.

"I'm trying! But the gun is stuck too deep!"

Gwen bit her lip and pulled sharply.

"Aww!!"

Captain America's scream startled even more blood-eyed crows into flight.

“Gwen, I knew you were Ingolei, the one most like my quasi-believer!” Ian rushed over and knelt on one knee in Gwen’s panicked gaze. He first took out a spray bottle from his pocket, labeled “Strong Butt Repair Cream (Strawberry Flavor),” and sprayed it twice on Captain America’s wound.

Then, using the techniques of a professional screen protector applicator, he "slapped" a large band-aid onto it.

Captain America looked up, his blue eyes brimming with tears, and was about to yell at someone. Ian quickly shoved a wad of dollars into his hand: "Injury compensation, Captain."

This is a perk that everyone in the New Justice League enjoys.

Ian likes to tailor his approach to different people.