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"Crack~"
Clark couldn't help but slap himself on the forehead, not believing that such a work had any chance of being published. He couldn't even imagine what kind of mental state Ian was in to write such an absurd story—could this really be the precursor to schizophrenia that the psychiatrist had mentioned?
hiss!
Could it be that my youngest son longs to become a menopausal woman?
The more Clark thought about it, the more terrified he became. By dinner time, he still hadn't figured out how to explain to Louise what kind of stress Ian was going through.
To write such an absurd story.
Does this really help alleviate the condition?
Clark was filled with questions.
On the table.
He kept glancing at Ian, who was engrossed in his meal.
"what happened?"
Ian looked at his father with some confusion. Clark quickly forced a smile and put a chicken leg into Ian's bowl.
"Eat more, eat more."
Clark didn't want the children to see his emotions.
"I heard you didn't go to school today? Did your parents take you to see a psychologist?" Jonathan, the older brother, had neat short hair, regular features, and a face that held a touch of youthful naiveté and sunshine. As a high school student who played football, Jonathan was far more muscular than most of his peers.
He was also the most gentle and calm child in the family.
"I told you long ago that being a bookworm would cause problems. See? This proves how right I was." The second brother was thin and usually quite withdrawn.
He was slightly better at home, and even knew how to joke around. He looked at Ian with a hint of teasing and lowered his voice to give Ian advice, "But if you give me your medicine to sell at school, we'll definitely make a fortune."
These words, of course, did not escape the ears of the parents.
"Jordan!"
Louise glared at her second brother, her tone displeased, "Stop being so irresponsible. Your brother isn't a bookworm; he just loves learning more than you and Jonathan! There's nothing wrong with that!"
Jordan gave a noncommittal shrug at his mother's words.
"Also, your brother doesn't need any medication. He just has some anxiety issues, just like you," Louise added seriously.
However, the attempt to cover up the truth was a bit too obvious.
“Take your younger brother out to play more often on weekends.” Clark looked at his reliable eldest son, believing that Ian needed to be exposed to more social environments.
"Ok, no problem."
Jonathan gave his father an OK sign.
“Actually, I know quite a few girls who are very interested in Ian.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow at Ian, his tone chuckled and slightly teasing.
"really?"
Louise looked quite pleased.
“That’s right, those girls like cute little puppies like him.” Jordan said with a hint of sourness as he fiddled with the food on his plate.
"I knew it would be like this! Look how handsome our Ian is!" Louise smiled and looked at Ian, who was currently fighting with a large piece of steak on his plate.
Ian is indeed quite good-looking.
In short, it looks very relatable.
He has thick, slightly messy brown hair, and his deep blue eyes are quite attractive to the opposite sex. Perhaps only a young Leonardo DiCaprio can compare to him.
"I actually wish I were a little stronger." Ian wasn't interested in going out with his older brother to meet the older sister, since he didn't know when he would be sacrificed.
The Kryptonian bloodline in my eldest and second brothers is really putting a lot of pressure on them.
"Then let's go out and exercise together more often!" Jonathan immediately put his arm around Ian's neck. Even though he hadn't awakened his powers yet, he already had strength far beyond that of his peers.
"Cough cough!"
Ian felt like he was being choked. Fortunately, Jonathan noticed something was wrong and released his neck in time, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Jonathan quickly apologized.
"fine."
Ian stretched his neck, not seeming to care much. He looked at his empty plate and asked his parents if he could go back to his room to rest.
“Of course, no problem, darling.” Louise kissed Ian’s cheek, and after watching Ian quickly go upstairs, she turned to look at her husband with curiosity.
"What is he busy doing? It can't be studying textbooks, can it?" Louise's intuition told her that she sensed Ian's emotions, but Clark had no idea how to answer the question.
"No, it's not about studying."
He could only control his facial muscles and try to speak in a calm voice, "I think children also need some private secrets, don't they?"
It's the same old privacy excuse.
However, it works very well for Louise.
Seeing that Louise wasn't pressing the issue, Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, Jordan's mental health and academic performance were still troublesome topics that needed to be discussed. There was no way around it; that's just how Superman's married life is—maintaining family harmony is far more troublesome than fighting disasters.
perhaps.
This is a stage that everyone has to go through, and superheroes are no exception.
[You have written diligently and grasped some writing techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]
[You have written diligently and grasped some writing techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]
……
in the room.
Ian is writing a book.
In contrast to Clark's skepticism, he himself wrote with great enthusiasm, not only to showcase his talent but also to gain professional experience through his writing.
It was a win-win situation, a double victory. Ian felt he had fallen in love with writing, but some of his special circumstances seemed to disapprove.
Even though Ian was very enthusiastic and felt he could write for several nights in a row, a very special feeling of drowsiness still came on time as time went by.
"Alas, there's no escaping it, no way to get away from it."
Ian sighed, put down his pen, and looked resignedly at the clock.
【11: 59】
……
【12: 00】
……
When time crosses the boundary between one day and another.
Ian felt a familiar twitch in his brain.
Immediately, his vision distorted, and the next moment, a leaden-gray sky, a snow-white earth, and a city in ruins appeared directly before him.
"Whoo~"
Ian exhaled as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and a white mist immediately appeared. His pupils reflected the world, and the city, with its howling winds and swirling snow, seemed to have been silent for millennia.
Everything was frozen.
He was the only living being capable of movement in this world.
Perhaps it is the only life.
Chapter 4 Conceptual Professions, Gifts from Heaven
The scene before him was already familiar to Ian.
This nightmare... no, perhaps it's more accurate to say that he falls into this strange state every night, and it started some time before he awakened the cheat system on his system panel.
"What the hell is this place?"
Frost crystals quickly formed on Ian's eyelashes. He raised his hand to catch the snow that was falling from the sky. The white snow curtain swallowed up the skyline of the ruined city.
The snow was too heavy.
Ian could only see things clearly that were right in front of him. Strangely, he didn't feel cold in this environment, as if he were actually there but also detached from the rest of the world.
The howling wind was mixed with the cracking sound of ice breaking, and the quiet city was as desolate as a scene from a post-apocalyptic painting. Perhaps this world was already a post-apocalyptic world.
"Da da da~"
"Da da da~"
Ian walked on the frozen ground, unsure of what he could do in this world. All his previous attempts had proven that he could not bring anything back from here.
Perhaps the only benefit this city can bring Ian is to become the inspiration for a famous decadent painter; the broken viaduct juts out into the snow like a dissected steel skeleton.
The rusty car wrecks were half-buried in the ice, the collapsed bus stops had their glass roofs shattered, and many buildings shrouded in deep snow had also collapsed.
Broken power lines swayed in the wind everywhere, making the place seem like a ruin abandoned by the gods, where even hearing a single insect chirp was an impossible dream.
"Hey! Come out!"
Ian shouted at the sky out of boredom, but no trash fell from the sky. His nine years of compulsory education had failed to become his secret weapon for exploring this strange world.
"It seems we can only follow the old rules." Ian also has strict requirements for himself in this world. The fact that he was able to upgrade his [Student] profession to LV7 in such a short time is partly thanks to the Nightmare World. In this world, Ian will have an extra seven hours for time management.
I even study in my dreams.
He certainly deserved his excellent grades and rapid advancement.
This is not.
Ian had already begun searching through the ruins of the icy world for bookstores that hadn't yet been buried, most of which contained a considerable number of adult magazines and periodicals.
The two older brothers had to hide these books in the neighbor's doghouse, while Ian didn't have to worry about being discovered by his parents, and he could even gain experience points from appreciating them. Learning about the adult world—isn't that a form of learning too? Ian's "Student" profession is very flexible in determining experience gain.
"No area can be weak; that's what makes a true academic genius in the new era!" Ian was very satisfied with his plan as he walked through one snow-covered street after another.
As Ian stomped on the ice, the soles of his boots made a sickening scraping sound. Of course, he would slip in such conditions, but he could shake himself off and stand up without feeling any pain.