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

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Their inquiries didn't go smoothly. The townspeople seemed to be very reluctant to discuss the name. The grocer's face changed drastically upon hearing the church's name; she hurriedly waved her hands, saying she didn't know, and then quickly closed the shop door.

The old man mowing the lawn by the roadside would stop what he was doing, stare at them with his cloudy eyes, and mutter some warnings that sounded like they were copied from a cheap horror movie.

"The moonlight can't reach the stones there... the soil there breathes..."

"Don't turn around when you hear the bell, it's for the dead..."

"Curiosity will gouge out your eyes and fill them with worms... Young man, in some places, even God has turned his back on you."

……

In this regard.

Jordan, deeply involved in the idol-making project, naturally didn't care. He had an American dream: to elevate Ian to the status of God, make himself the Pope, and then have Ian perform miracles to bring fictional characters to life.

These cryptic remarks didn't scare Jordan at all; instead, they made him even more certain that there was something wrong with the church. Only Sam felt a chill run down his spine and moved closer to Jordan.

"Sorry, this is a new era, I really don't like little boys." Jordan, who considered himself the future Pope, frowned and pushed away Sam, who was "throwing himself into his arms."

"..."

Sam still couldn't understand the nonsense the Kent family was spouting.

"This place... has such a great atmosphere... you wouldn't even need to build a set to film a horror movie..." He could only offer a diversionary comment about the desolate town's style.

Just when the two were at their wits' end and were about to give up on asking around and were about to sneak over, a middle-aged man wearing overalls and a baseball cap, who looked quite kind, approached them.

"Hey guys, I heard you're looking for the Church of St. Caesar?" The man had a warm smile on his face, but his eyes quickly and imperceptibly swept over the two men.

Sam immediately became alert, but still nodded: "Yes, sir. Do you know how to get there?"

"Of course I know!" The man slapped his thigh. "That place is really remote; you can't find it without someone who knows the way. I happen to be going there on my way to take care of some business, so how about I give you a ride?"

Sam and Jordan exchanged a glance, both hesitant. This sudden "helpful person" seemed a bit odd. But at the moment, there didn't seem to be a better option.

To avoid embarrassment on the street, or perhaps to bolster his courage, Jordan broke the silence first.

"Did you know? I'm actually quite famous."

He was certainly not referring to his identity as Walmart Shopping Bag Superman.

"I can tell you're very handsome. Are you an actor?"

The uncle kindly took over the conversation and actually guessed what Jordan was thinking.

"Of course, remember to support my new TV series next week! It's about to premiere on CW!" Jordan smiled proudly.

Sam turned his head in surprise and looked at the flying boy beside him.

"You? Starring in a TV series? You're a Hollywood actor?" It wasn't that Sam was looking down on him, but he couldn't quite believe that a superhuman would choose a profession that required him to be in the public eye.

How vain can someone be?

Is being a superhero no longer enough for Jordan?

"Don't let my usual gentle demeanor fool you, my acting is actually incredibly wild and explosive! Directors have all praised my talent, saying I'm the next Marlon Brando!" Jordan smiled confidently, pushing up his glasses. Although this gesture diminished his imposing presence, his voice was filled with an enigmatic confidence.

Sam had a "I don't believe you" look on his face.

However, the middle-aged man who was leading the way suddenly brightened up, and his smile became even more enthusiastic, even a little... eerie?

"Being a celebrity is great! Being a celebrity is really awesome!" He rubbed his hands together, his tone a little too excited. "I mean, being a celebrity...it's easy to make money, right? It's fast money!"

His reaction was a bit strange, but Sam, eager to find the church, and Jordan, lost in his "star dreams," didn't pay much attention. After many twists and turns, the group finally stopped in a desolate clearing in the woods.

In the distance, a dilapidated Gothic church stood in the darkness, like a lurking beast. Most of the stained glass windows were broken, and the spire was somewhat crooked, exuding an aura of decay and unease. Strangely, however, the area outside the church wasn't deserted; instead, twenty or thirty people had gathered!

They stood in small groups, talking in hushed tones, as if waiting for something.

Sam's heart leaped into his throat. Had the other witchers received the news and gathered here to prepare for action? He instinctively touched the weapon on his back.

"How is this going?"

Sam asked the guide.

“Are those people…witchers? Could they be with my father…” Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man, who had been behaving very kindly, suddenly let out a sharp and strange laugh.

"Hahaha! I knew it! I knew you were witchers! You couldn't hide your scent!" He laughed loudly, striding towards the group in front of the church, as if returning to his companions. The group stopped talking and turned to look at Sam and Jordan.

Everyone wore the same strange and greedy smile.

Sam instantly realized something was wrong, and cold sweat poured down his back.

However, before he could fully react, Jordan suddenly ripped off his glasses, revealing eyes that were now gleaming with an excited, scarlet light!

“I knew it, I knew they weren’t human. They couldn’t be fooled by my super sense of smell. Ian was right, I have a real talent for being a superhero.”

Once his glasses were off, he seemed indifferent to everyone. Jordan's voice was no longer its previous calm; his entire demeanor had changed, now filled with the ecstatic joy of discovering prey!

only.

It seems that only Sam noticed this.

Upon hearing this, the group of "people" laughed even more wildly, revealing their hideous true forms—pale skin, sharp fangs, and blood-red pupils!

They are vampires!

"That's right! We are the demons!"

The lead vampire scoffed, "You damned witchers, can you even hunt us? Tonight's a perfect treat! These delicate little creatures!"

Startled, Sam retreated hastily, frantically pulling a silver-plated dagger and a holy water bottle from his backpack, and instinctively reaching out to hand a weapon to Jordan.

However, when he turned his head, he saw Jordan standing there, his face beaming with an expression more excited and ferocious than a vampire's! It was a state of near-madness, a complete unleashing of his true nature!

"Not human...not human is good!" Jordan licked his lips, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "I love that you're not human...that way I don't have to hold back anymore..."

Sam was completely bewildered and stammered, "Jordan... what happened to you?"

Where did your gentle and refined manners go?!

This is even scarier than Ian when he goes crazy!

Jordan suddenly turned his head, and Sam was startled by his scarlet eyes!

"I was just getting into character!" Jordan yelled, and then he ripped off his hoodie, revealing a Homelander costume that he had never taken off even after leaving Hollywood.

I saw.

Homelander Jordan floated directly into the air, the night wind blowing his slightly messy hair, his red eyes like two hellfires in the darkness!

"Perfect timing! Next week we're filming a scene where I massacre ignorant people! Today's a good opportunity for me to practice my acting! Look me in the eyes! Don't ask why! Because I can do whatever I want!"

"Just because I can!" Before he finished speaking, two blazing red rays of heat shot out from his eyes, like the scythe of death, instantly sweeping across the vampire horde!

"Ahhh!"

"He's not human either!!"

"Run!"

The vampires' initial arrogance was instantly replaced by fear, and they fled in all directions, crying and screaming. Wherever the high-temperature heat rays passed, the vampires turned to ashes.

There wasn't even time to let out a scream!

Sam watched in stunned silence, nearly dropping the holy water bottle in his hand.

As he watched Jordan hunt down the vampires like a whack-a-mole, he realized that his classmate Ian Kent's family was probably more than just distant relatives of Superman.

"Keep it down! Keep it down! Leave one alive! We still need to gather information!!" Sam was starting to doubt whether Jordan's so-called acting was just him being himself.

He quickly and loudly reminded Jordan. Fortunately, Jordan wasn't really crazy. Because he hadn't been suppressing his emotions lately, and because he had released most of his negative feelings through acting, much of the darkness in his heart had been cleared away. So he was the type to listen to advice from others.

“You’re right, we need to keep a few more alive and sell them to Ian.” The heat beam in Jordan’s eyes paused slightly, and the crimson light began to fade.

The surviving vampires were just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment.

"boom!"

A tremendous explosion, indescribable and seemingly shaking the entire universe, suddenly resounded from the depths of the distant night sky!

Immediately afterwards, the entire night sky was as bright as day! An indescribable energy wave, carrying an aura of destruction, swept across like a tsunami!

The vampires who were still fleeing didn't even have time to scream before they were thrown into a steel furnace by the sudden, pure, and terrifying light.

It vaporized instantly, turning to ashes completely!

The churchyard, which had just been bustling with shouts and cries of violence, suddenly became deathly silent, leaving only the charred ground and a strange smell in the air, similar to ozone and ash.

Jordan hovered in mid-air, the red light in his eyes completely extinguished, replaced by a look of bewilderment and horror.

He was also frightened.

Looking up at the night sky, which was still eerily bright, as if an extra sun had appeared.

"Did the sun explode?"

The once arrogant "self-proclaimed patriot" even began to tremble in his voice. There was no way around it; the light and heat from the explosion, no matter how far away, illuminated the Earth as bright as day.

Many people realized that something was wrong.

Meanwhile, beneath Gotham City, in the Batcave.

Clark Kent, the Superman, was carefully handing a glass of warm water to Injustice, who was lying on a medical bed, pale-faced and with a noticeably protruding belly.

Batman, played by Bruce Wayne, stood at the control panel, monitoring various vital signs data with a furrowed brow.

“Relax. According to the fragments of information that Ian previously… uh… ‘accidentally’ leaked, and Bruce’s analysis, this ‘gestation’ based on the power of higher heavens and idealistic concepts probably won’t last long. Perhaps… like God’s creation of the world, a seven-day gestation?”

Clark tried to comfort his alternate self, his tone dry and guilty. Injustice Superman glared at him weakly, his eyes filled with resentment that said, "If you can't comfort people, shut up."

"I'm afraid Ian has set up the concept of descendants and endless generations."

Batman knows Ian even better than Clark, and he's now investigating the possibility that Injustice Superman is pregnant again and again, and that one person can create a race and a civilization.

at this time.

The effects of the explosion were also detected by the instruments.

Beep beep beep beep beep—! ! !

Inside the bat cave, all the main monitoring instruments suddenly sounded the highest-level, piercing alarms simultaneously! Red lights flashed wildly, and data streams on the screens refreshed like a waterfall.

It's almost crashing!

"What's going on?!" Clark instantly straightened up, his superhuman vision piercing through layers of rock and concrete, peering out of the cave and into the sky. His expression froze, filled with disbelief and astonishment. "Bruce! Outside... the light in the sky... something's wrong!"