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

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His voice echoed through the underground base.

After looking at Superman, who was standing still like Bruce, with surprise and uncertainty, the Flash felt that he was gradually making sense of everything. He shuddered and immediately covered his mouth.

"I don't know anything. Stop trying to mislead me. Please shut up. I don't want to be silenced by Superman. I've hit him once, and I never want to hit him a second time."

The Flash didn't want to speculate on what Superman might do to cover up the truth; he only knew that the jaw he was hit in during his last fight with Superman would ache every year.

Oh.

And when he discovered that even in his Speed ​​Force form, Superman could still keep up with his speed, he was horrified and fell to the ground on his buttocks. Nobody wants that buttocks to be smashed into pieces.

"You're such a coward."

The boy in the dream couldn't help but make a comment.

"You could go over and try touching him."

The boy then made his own request.

"I can't touch him at all!"

The Flash responded helplessly in his heart.

In this regard.

The boy in the dream is not strange.

"That's because you didn't have my help."

He simply gave a confident emphasis with a calm and collected demeanor.

"What are you up to?"

The Flash gritted his teeth, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty.

"I'm just curious whether Superman's son is really helping your universe invade other universes." Dream Boy, of course, didn't believe the Flash's previous wild idea.

He felt that Ian might be a conqueror chosen by the DC universe itself.

"You're definitely plotting something bad. I won't let your scheme succeed. Don't even think about lying to me into agreeing to anything." The Flash was indeed quite wary.

The brief silence in his mind made him increasingly uneasy.

as predicted.

After the silence came the boy in the dream suddenly chuckle.

"Do you remember me saying I'm really, really bad?" His words sent a chill down Barry's spine. The next second, his consciousness went black as if struck by a heavy hammer.

It was as if he had been hit hard with a club.

Barry Allen's consciousness instantly went dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the Flash slowly awoke. He was horrified to find himself crouching next to Ian, his hands eerily passing through the boy's translucent body.

"what have you done!?"

The Flash was terrified that his actions might cause problems for Ian, which would not only make it difficult for him to forgive himself, but also for the most powerful man on Earth to forgive him.

"It shouldn't be!"

The boy in my mind exclaimed in disbelief.

He seemed to have tried something, but without success. Before the Flash could even recover from his daze, all the scars on his arm suddenly lit up!

Countless streams of light surged from the scars, flowing towards Ian's body as if drawn by a force. Barry felt an unprecedented sense of relief—even the previously sluggish Speed ​​Force had returned to normal!

however.

He was not happy about this.

This joy was fleeting.

There was nothing he could do; the Flash had witnessed a complete cosmic phantom peeling away from his body, like a star map slowly unfurled by an invisible hand, suspended in mid-air.

At first, it was just a tiny glimmer of light in the darkness.

Then it suddenly expanded, and galaxies surged out from it, with spiraling nebulae, burning stars, and tranquil dark matter belts all flowing across the veil of nothingness.

The projection of this universe is not static; it is being pulled by some invisible force, with its edges rippled and twisted, as if it were being sucked into an invisible vortex.

Yes.

A universe.

At this moment, he entered Ian's illusory body. His figure was also hazy, yet it generated gravity like a black hole, with the phantom of the universe frantically converging into his body.

"Is this going to turn the invasion of me into the invasion of Ian?!" The Flash was shocked. He could almost see the future where Superman would force his head into the Earth.

"Damn it! What are you doing!?"

The Flash screamed in terror at the boy in the phantom.

however.

A mysterious boy.

Franklin Richards, however, looked even more terrified than he did.

"I don't know! This guy's going to eat us!" The boy's voice was filled with fear of the unknown. "Help me! The Flash! Help us!"

This was a completely unexpected turn of events for The Flash. He had initially thought the scene before him was the work of the mysterious boy, but now the boy's cries for help didn't sound like acting at all.

The mysterious boy in the dream was indeed emitting a sharp, explosive sound.

"This is the DC Universe! It's the DC Universe!!! How could Superman's son be... No! His true nature is terrifying! I need to escape further, help me..."

The boy's abrupt scream echoed throughout the underground base.

Soon disappeared without a trace.

Along with the entire incomplete universe he carried.

……

Ian's journey this time was far longer than any other. He didn't immediately descend into the Marvel Universe, but rather seemed to first traverse a void. There was no fixed ground, no clear direction, only endless light, shadow, sound, and images flowing around him.

All the images floated in all directions, above and below, overlapping and intersecting with each other, like fragments of a giant storybook, each "playing" a story familiar to Ian.

In the first square, Homelander stands atop a tower, looking down upon all living beings, his golden battle robes fluttering in the wind. He is declaring to everyone that he is the sun of America, not to be looked at directly.

In the second square, Omniknight, dressed in a superhero uniform, with bulging muscles and a determined gaze, coldly looks down at the humans below, his deep voice echoing in the void.

"You have no idea what real power is."

Then, more images flashed by like a revolving lantern—Megatron raised the Fusion Cannon, roaring for submission or destruction, and even Voldemort's pale face reflected a cold light.

"I can't wait to break this damn frame!" And Ian's rival Deadpool is frantically smashing non-existent "glass" windows amidst the "comic book panel"-like images.

Ian watched all of this unfold, never having experienced such a long journey before. Usually, it was a fleeting moment, but this time it felt like being stuck at some kind of boundary, leaving him in a daze.

These sounds intertwined.

It's like a symphony that transcends dimensions.

The sound kept roaring in Ian's ears. He tried to reach out and touch it, but found that his body was still falling, as if being pulled by some force through this void.

And right now.

Additional dimension data has been added and is currently being parsed.

[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. A new job template has been unlocked. You can obtain a modified extraordinary job—[Mutant Overlord]—by fulfilling the necessary conditions for job acquisition.]

【Mutant Overlord: All that exists and mutates will become your subjects; all that possesses potential will be blessed. In the rhapsody of evolution, you will become the endless king who transcends multiple realities.】

You are the emperor of genes, the final stage of life's evolution!

An unexpected system notification.

This caught Ian off guard once again.

"what's the situation?"

Ian had no idea why he was getting new professions and extra data in the Void Zone for free. He checked his extra data and found that there hadn't been any changes yet.

"what happened?"

Before Ian could even comprehend the meaning of those words, the scene before him suddenly distorted, and all the images shattered like glass—the next second, his feet slammed heavily onto the solid ground.

Gentle sunlight streamed down.

Ian looked around.

He found himself standing on a bustling street. High-rise buildings stood all around, cars streamed by, and pedestrians hurried past, seemingly unaware of his sudden appearance.

"I've successfully gotten stuck in Marvel again! It scared me half to death. I thought Marvel didn't love me anymore." Ian saw Stark Tower and was just about to go ask his new hairstylist, Tony, about this time.

A violent explosion interrupted his thoughts. It was as if every time Ian appeared in the Marvel Universe, he was greeted by a catastrophic event happening around him.

boom--!

At the end of the street, a car was overturned, flames shooting into the sky. People screamed and scattered in panic, while in the center of the chaos, a huge green figure was climbing the exterior wall of a building at an astonishing speed.

"It's Dr. Lizard!"

Ian recognized the figure causing the destruction. The lizardman's sharp claws dug into the concrete, his thick tail swung, and he let out a hoarse roar as he lunged in a certain direction.

"Don't do this, we can talk. Can't we sit down and have a cup of tea first?" The other party was a red and blue figure who nimbly dodged the lizardman's attack with a few swift movements of spider silk.

"Gwen changed her outfit? The classic style?"

Ian quickly dismissed the idea as soon as he had it, because he saw that Spider-Man's front was unremarkable and completely different from Gwen's magnanimous and tolerant nature.

"The second Spider-Man!"

Ian was utterly astonished.

He still remembered how he had taken down a Peter Parker and how he had gained the ability to mimic spiders because of some incident. He never imagined that a second Spider-Man would emerge in New York.

"Hey, big lizard! Your new look is nice, but damaging public property will get you a fine!" Spider-Man's teasing voice rang out as he dodged the attack with a classic landing pose.

"Want to eat my fart? Sorry, no stock today." This Spider-Man was clearly a chatterbox, fighting the Lizard Monster while simultaneously launching mental attacks on it.

“Peter Parker…the second Peter Parker, the chatterbox Peter Parker…” Ian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his handsome face filled with disbelief.

His super brain easily figured out what was happening.

"Help! Monster!"