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The elderly father wanted to talk to his two sons, but unexpectedly, Jonathan and Jordan also ran from the window to the door, looking like they wanted to go with their mother to take care of Ian's little car.
"What! It can fly!"
"I've only ever seen cars like this in movies!"
Jonathan and Jordan's voices were filled with amazement and longing. Seeing his two sons running into the yard, Clark suddenly felt that he, the "world's most powerful superhero," was a bit superfluous.
"Actually, I can fly too. Anyone want to go for a ride with Superman?" Clark leaned against the door frame, even using his super voice slightly.
only.
Even with the most amazing vocal fry, no one responded.
No one even turned around.
The only response he received was the car radio playing "I Believe I Can Fly" coming from the yard.
Slightly sarcastic.
"..."
Clark suddenly wasn't so keen on keeping his youngest son's car anymore.
He looked somewhat lonely.
The only thing I could do was pick up the cat that ran to the door to comfort myself.
"Let me think, what should your name be, lucky little guy?"
Clark glanced up at the second floor as the cat trembled—the culprit's room was still lit. In the bedroom upstairs, Ian was sitting cross-legged in front of the computer, reading today's news.
More than a dozen news web pages were open on the screen.
Shocking! Mysterious Street Collapse Incidents: Experts Suggest Mass Hysteria
"Aliens or Government Experiment? All Comatose Citizens Recover, Raising Questions"
Eyewitnesses claim to have seen two aliens fighting to the death—is it a new type of hallucinogenic poison?
Perhaps, silently and unseen, an unsung hero saved 8,650 people in a mysterious crisis!
……
At first, there wasn't much news about it.
Seeing the last piece of praise filled with positive energy, Ian really didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It was surprising that no one knew that it was their ancestors who had created so much merit!
"If I had known no one would sue, I would have kept my ancestors' names." Ian suspected that in this world where superheroes roam, the government might have a special fund for maintaining order and protecting superheroes after their deaths.
As he continued browsing, he saw many news articles praising unsung heroes, but no one knew who they were. Ian couldn't resist sneaking into Jordan's room to retrieve his "lost" phone.
"Have any reporters found you?" Ian sent all those melodramatic photos to Madison, a young delinquent, and also sent a text message to test the waters.
The young delinquent girl stayed up late, and her new phone responded incredibly fast.
【Yes, yes! But I said I didn't remember anything, and chased away all the reporters. My acting was superb! ()】 The little punk's reply did not earn Ian's praise.
This, in turn, confirmed to Ian that he was indeed feeling slightly unwell.
“Although I’m not from my homeland, I’m superstitious. I’m afraid the good deeds won’t come to me.” Ian knew that in this world, there really was a saying that good people go to heaven.
Moreover, he knew that the angels in Heaven were all idle and irresponsible. What if his merits were actually underestimated? Who could he complain to? The subtle worry in Ian's heart made him decide to do something.
Think of this.
Ian's eyes lit up instantly.
"Crackling~"
Over the next few hours, Ian began using his lightning-fast reflexes to register hundreds of accounts on various forums, frantically playing the role of a "survivor" to educate the public about who saved the world—after all, it was stopping the Demon King's son's plot to descend to earth, which could indeed be considered a kind of world-saving act.
He was the king of computer viruses.
An icon of a two-dimensional girl popped up at that moment. It was a chibi-style doll with hair in a gradient light blue like a clear sky, which bounced like little wings when tied in pigtails. Its body had a 2.5-head-to-body ratio that was impossible in reality, and its little hands and feet were as round as marshmallows.
There was a faint pinkish tinge on the knees and elbows.
The illustrations are beautifully drawn.
It's clearly the product of advanced graphic design skills.
"When did you start idolizing superheroes?" A small speech bubble with text appeared on the blue-haired girl's icon; it was the biggest contributor to the harmonious coexistence of the viruses in Ian's computer.
"Of course, it started when I realized that heroes deserve to be celebrated." Ian replied quickly, and after typing, he locked the virus that had been lingering for many years into a locked folder in the lower right corner.
There's nothing to talk about.
He always felt that the other side of the icon must be a burly man picking his toes.
There are also those with masochistic tendencies.
The locked folder was also something the virus had put on Ian's computer. Since he had just been to his second brother's room, Ian also remembered the "Superhero Popularity Center" website his second brother had mentioned before.
Yes, there are such websites.
How could he be absent?
A flash of inspiration.
Ian began frantically creating new hero profiles.
【Stocking Superman (Characteristic: Stockings that never tear)】
[Ancestor (Characteristic: Likes everyone to call him Dad)]
[Second Uncle Immortal Venerable (Characteristics: Skilled at using "generational suppression", enjoys forcing enemies to kowtow and pay New Year's greetings)]
【Dance God of War: [Feature: Unstoppable dance moves]】
……
Bald-headed Amitabha Buddha
When Ian created his twenty-fifth profile, he thought about it and decided to delete it. The cost was too high, and even under the most coincidental circumstances, he would never want to wear such a disguise.
"This is the thoughtful consideration that Batman taught me: whether or not we need to use them, we must have enough backup suits." Just as Ian was preparing to create another hundred files.
He discovered that he had been restricted from uploading information by the website.
at the same time.
[I'm really not Batman: ??? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]
A private message popped up.
Ian clicked the block button without hesitation, only to find that he couldn't block the other person.
He immediately picked up his phone.
"dududu~"
This time it's not a stupid voicemail.
"What are you doing?"
The familiar voice, the familiar question—it could only be the familiar Batman.
"Just a short while." Ian had already guessed the truth: this website was probably a phishing site run by Batman, used to collect information from the public.
"dududu~"
The other party hung up on Ian immediately.
but.
Ian soon discovered that although he could no longer create new files, he could still edit the files that had already been created, presumably because Bruce had given it careful consideration and had granted him some permissions.
His great-great-grandfather was a slave who was hanged from an oak tree by a plantation owner in 1863.
His great-grandmother was a Chinese-American laundry worker born during Prohibition who had half her face burned due to the "Yellow Peril" theory. His mother was an undocumented Latin American immigrant who fled famine.
When his mother gave birth to him on the US-Mexico border, he discovered he also had a little Native American ancestry...
Heroes need origins.
Ian chose the most suitable origin for America's grand stage for his ancestors.
After all, Ian is easily hurt.
He can't stand people criticizing him online.
Therefore, it is very important to stack the right buffs on your ancestors—this is not difficult for an excellent writer, and Ian even upgraded his [Writer] profession because of his deep thinking.
[Author LV2 [1/20]]
I successfully acquired some general skill points, but as a regular class, it doesn't have a dedicated skill tree, and Ian doesn't have any urgent use for them, so he hasn't bothered with it for the time being.
He made full use of his talents.
[His suit isn't made of fabric, but a thousand-year-old heritage!] Ian even found the most suitable excuse for his possibility of continuing to use cheap, disposable suits in the future.
He delivered food and washed dishes during the day, and could only practice being a superhero at night. He was once homeless and slept in his car, but it was the dream of becoming a superhero that gave him hope.
Depression and cancer did not defeat his ancestor. His ancestor had been rejected by Superman and Batman, but none of this could break his heart to protect the world.
As Ian wrote, he himself became somewhat moved.
then.
He then discovered that the name "Batman" had been mysteriously deleted from his already edited document and replaced with the name "Green Arrow".
"?????"
Ian was greatly shocked by this operation.
The same old business tactics.
Batman has even used the superhero track?
What terrifying capitalists!
"Your heart is truly filthy."
Ian found that he could no longer modify the entry, so he had no choice but to give up. He had almost finished working on it today, and his alternate account background was already quite complete.
"This will be a defense even stronger than steel for our ancestors!" Ian was in high spirits. He checked the time and it was about time, so he got up, opened his backpack, and pulled out the demon's head.
“Oh, great Ian Kent, I feel I’m almost evolved, all I need are a few more demons…” the demon head raved in praise of Ian.