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

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As Ian's level increased, his attributes improved again, and his panel values ​​rose slightly. His frustration at being tricked by the Dark God Nar eased somewhat.

"Much more comfortable."

Ian let out a satisfied sigh.

"???????" Thor stood not far away, carrying three unconscious teammates in one hand. Captain America, Doctor Strange, and Spider-Woman had all passed out from the pressure of the divine power just now.

They look like three salted fish that have been washed ashore by the waves.

It was limp and cuddled, placed in three large baskets and carried by Thor.

"No, this..."

The Asgardian prince, a cook, probably had no shortage of these strange and unusual kitchen utensils. He held a hammer in his other hand and stared blankly as Ian screwed on the thermos.

I hesitated for a moment.

Thor stepped forward anyway.

I stared at the thermos in Ian's hand for several seconds.

What were you drinking just now?

The son of Odin finally couldn't help but ask. He had tried his best to convince himself that he was seeing things, but he could deceive his eyes but not his brain.

"Tea."

Ian's "grotesque" mask remained in place, and he tried to stick out his tongue, which was covered by the mimicry armor and was about the length of an arm.

"..."

Thor hesitated, then looked closely at the thing floating in the cup—it seemed to be a small, curled-up, golden-red figure, rising and falling with the shaking of the cup.

It's like it's asleep.

It remained silent even as it was repeatedly struck against the cup's rim.

“That was a soul, right? A divine soul, the soul of a god…” Thor’s voice trembled slightly. He hated that his knowledge of the mystical side was still quite extensive.

Facing Thor, whose eyes were beginning to show a hint of fear.

Ian knew he should offer a brief explanation.

"This is called a tea treasure, similar to a tea pet. Only the highest grade tea leaves can nurture it," Ian explained earnestly, having already sensed Thor's trepidation.

This guy is probably afraid that Ian will use him to make tea.

I don't know.

The evil gods of the new era never harm their followers.

Every believer is a precious asset to the evil gods of the new era.

“I’m a chef, I know a lot about tea, you…” Thor’s words trailed off, then he swallowed them back, his words carrying a complex and inexplicable tone.

He stared at Ian for three seconds, then looked down at the sleeping soul—golden-red light, a warm aura like the sun… He suspected that the one in the cup was the real sun god.

And Ian.

I reckon he's some kind of super evil god who dreams of becoming the sun god! Thor thinks he'll never forget the scene of this evil god battling another evil god.

The other evil god was driven away by this one in an even more sinister way! Thor now realized why his father hadn't rescued him from the evil god's lair. Even the mighty Odin of the Nine Realms probably couldn't handle this person, given that the evil god who appeared earlier possessed an aura far stronger than the Asgardian god-king.

Although Thor was reluctant to accept that his father wasn't the strongest, he now had to face reality: the boy who had mysteriously appeared in his backyard was probably no ordinary person.

"Your tea... looks pretty good?" With that thought, Thor changed his previous bluntness and chose to play dumb, offering a dry compliment.

"Okay."

Ian smacked his lips.

"I can only drink a few sips each day."

He felt a little regretful.

The Kryptonian Old Gods are too stingy.

They were even more vigilant when they were asleep than when they were awake.

Perhaps this is just a natural expression of one's true nature.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Thor opened his mouth, unsure how to respond. He remembered that Asgard seemed to have an afterlife, and now he only hoped that this evil god before him would never learn this secret.

Otherwise, it would be his grandfather.

Grandpa's grandfather.

They will probably all become so-called "tea treasures".

"They're coming."

Ian suddenly spoke.

"Who's coming?"

Thor thought there were more enemies, but just then, sirens sounded in the distance, and NYPD vehicles were driving towards them, clearly there to clean up the mess.

"It will only appear afterward. These police officers learn their skills really fast; they've already regained their superpowers." Ian said as he soared into the sky.

Thor followed closely behind, swinging his Mjolnir.

sunset.

The city returned to a brief period of calm.

Not just the police.

The NYPD has just put up its cordon.

Reporters swarmed in like sharks smelling blood. Carrying cameras and microphones, they quickly surrounded the ruins of the scene, which had just witnessed a fierce battle.

"This is a live report from The Daily Bugle!" A female reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of the camera, with the charred cracks and half-melted building ruins remaining on the street behind her.

"Just half an hour ago, another supernatural battle broke out in Manhattan, and according to eyewitnesses, the 'Child of Hope' from before has reappeared at the scene of the disaster!"

"He saved everything once again and defeated the evil monster. Perhaps, as some have speculated, he was a messenger sent by God to earth."

"They are gods who descended to Earth."

"He's also our first superhero."

In this era when superheroes were just emerging, reporters were clearly praising Ian to the extreme, which differed from other superheroes' views on Ian the Evil God.

They believed Ian was God's messenger.

He is a god among men.

That was an incredibly exaggerated claim.

at the same time.

Ian, who had just landed outside the Sanctuary, felt his empty mind being filled with a lot of magic once again, a reward for the people's faith.

"It's better than nothing." Ian still had many world-building ideas that required magic. If he could stay in this world for longer, he would even like to challenge the new Tony to a contest for the title of king.

Standing on the street outside the Holy of Holies.

Ian even discovered that no one recognized him.

He was slightly frustrated, and looked up thoughtfully at the Sanctuary sign, convinced that it must be the Sanctuary's concealment magic that had delayed him from signing autographs for his Marvel fans.

“Your naming skills are truly terrible.” Ian stared at the area above the entrance to the Sanctuary, which was originally empty but now bore the sign of the Evil Eye Alliance.

“I also think this name is no good. The Northern Alliance sounds the best.” Thor landed carrying three vegetable baskets and casually hung his Mjolnir on his waist.

The name he mentioned made Ian somewhat unsure how to respond.

"I don't think it's that great either."

Ian looked at Thor with a slightly strange expression. The name "Northern Alliance" reminded him of a Shiba Inu and images of fighting for the glory of the Northern Gods.

In this regard.

Thor, of course, could not know what Ian was thinking.

He just sighed.

"Because you, as the leader, didn't leave an organization name, we're now using a rotating naming system here. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are the Evil Eye Alliance, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are the Northern God Alliance."

Surprisingly, this small group even started talking about freedom and democracy.

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"What about the weekend?"

He knew that the numbers Thor mentioned represented the days of the week.

"Weekend off."

Thor shrugged, looking speechless. "That's why it's called 'Gwen's Happy House'."

talking.

He shook the three vegetable baskets he was carrying.

"It wasn't easy to get this little girl to join us. Doctor Strange said she was one of your kin, and after a series of threats and inducements, he still couldn't get her to join us. I had to pay her a salary before she agreed to join us."

“One gold coin a week is actually quite a good deal,” Thor said, explaining how they managed to get Gwen to join the organization after Ian left last time.

There's nothing complicated about it or the technology involved.

The only way is to spend money.

The most precious thing about the royal family of the Nine Realms is gold coins.

“It’s only right that you give her more money; she’s done so much for you.” Ian didn’t deny Thor’s statement; his relationship with Gwen was indeed closer than with the other believers.

"Is that so?"

Thor didn't know what Gwen had paid for, but he felt that Ian's words made sense, since he usually paid a gold coin for taking a taxi.

Just as the crown prince was pondering how much salary to pay Gwen.

"I am your god, and I decide what the organization should be called." Ian had long been disgusted by the vulgar signboard, and his eyes suddenly lit up with two dazzling golden beams.

Intense rays erupted forth.