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

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After all, Superman's main business is in this area.

"The world laughs at my madness, but I laugh at the world's inability to see through things."

Ian held the plane up and flew close to the "sea" level. He only glanced at the brightly lit city on the other side of the moat before flying directly to Metropolitan Airport.

This time.

Ian has learned his lesson.

He did not call any of his parents who were reporters.

They only dialed the phone numbers of reporters they didn't know.

"Hello? Is this the Social News Department of the Daily Planet? This is a Metropolitan citizen. I just saw a passenger plane with 237 passengers fail on its right engine and was about to crash as usual. But thankfully, the new generation guardian of Metropolis, the invincible Rose Superman, appeared in time and used his strong arms to support the plane."

"Daily Mail, huh? I witnessed a disaster, but Superman saved everything. He held up the plane and did a triple axe in mid-air... Never mind if the passengers threw up, Superman definitely couldn't do that. Wait! I haven't gotten to the best part yet!"

“Metropolitan Times, is it? I have news. Huh? What? My voice sounds like the guy who reported fake news before, smearing Batman for having an illegal transaction with a black woman in an alley?”

"Stop joking, this is real news."

"No, you misheard me. I didn't admit to anything—no, what do you mean you can help me hire a lawyer? Do you think I can't afford a lawyer myself!"

……

Batman's phone still works perfectly.

Even though Ian had bitten off half of it, the remaining half was still strong enough. Wayne Technologies lived up to its name, at least in terms of quality, it far surpassed most technology companies.

While on the phone.

Ian flew toward Metropolitan Airport. He flew at an extremely low altitude, skimming the lake where Metropolitan and Gotham meet, the airflow generated by his high-speed flight creating two spectacular curtains of water below.

at the same time.

Because Ian was close to the city boundary line.

In another city across the lake.

The atmosphere inside the bat cave was gloomy.

Bruce Wayne was staring at the computer screen.

He racked his brains trying to figure out how to unlock Ian's black box access.

Then, the "Gotham Must-Eat List" was removed from various gay dating websites around the world.

however.

As Ian approached the border.

"Buzz~"

The alarm sounded like a symphony orchestra playing "Alarm Rhapsody".

this moment.

Lord Wayne, who was never one to lose his composure, instantly panicked.

He was terrified.

He quickly picked up his communication device.

"Take Damian to my newly renovated safe house right away," Bruce instructed in a very serious voice as he called the butler.

"Did something serious happen?"

Alfred, the butler, was also startled upon hearing this. He had never heard Bruce's voice so grave, not even during the Arkham riots or the Joker's renewed antics, and he was even suggesting hiding the young master. What kind of crisis required Batman to take such serious precautions?

Have aliens invaded Earth yet again?

"Do as I say." Batman's tone was urgent. After all, Ian's threat was still echoing in his ears, and he had indeed investigated Ian's social circle over the past few years.

Ian loves surfing the internet.

There are indeed a few members of an organization on my friend list who like to take rich kids to meet younger brothers.

That boy.

I'm not lying!

"The Kent family is my nemesis!" Bruce said as he put on his Batman suit and quickly performed a series of operations on the computer.

then.

Almost all the large screens on buildings along the Gotham coastline were hacked, displaying the words "No Entry," while fireworks continued to explode in the sky.

They formed a series of icons that drove away "dirty things".

In this regard.

Ian didn't know.

Is Gotham celebrating New Year's Eve tonight?

He was just flying when he saw the fireworks above Gotham City. He looked surprised, but then he thought about the mental state of the Gothamites and it seemed quite reasonable.

That godforsaken place.

Every day, all sorts of amazing performances take place.

It doesn't feel like a metropolis.

Quiet and peaceful. At Metropolitan International Airport, reporters had already set up their cameras and microphones. Ian slowly landed the plane, ready to give interviews.

"Hiss, he's still flying, his feet are... one centimeter off the ground?" A sharp-eyed reporter noticed Ian's posture and asked a very puzzled question.

“That’s normal. If I don’t fly, how will the world know that I’m also standing in the sky?” Actually, Ian didn’t want to expose his weaknesses. He could only put down the large plane if he maintained flight mode.

After all, once both feet touch the ground...

The stagnation of the bio-field would inevitably lead to the collapse of the passenger plane, and he would be directly crushed under the weight of the large aircraft, making a fool of himself. The fact that he can lift the plane now is entirely due to the "flight" boost brought by his flight skills. Ian slowly lowered the passenger plane onto the runway, completing the landing, and thoughtfully tore open an escape route for the passengers.

"Thank you for flying with us." Ian believes that in the fiercely competitive DC Universe, a superhero needs not only good performance but also excellent service to stand out.

only.

When the last passenger escaped the plane, Ian did not receive the hug he wanted, and even his magic as a "dimensional demon" did not increase much amidst the passengers' gratitude.

really.

They don't even have the ability to register it in the system, so they're unreliable. There's no strict oversight at all. Heaven knows where all the passengers' gratitude went!

Was it withheld by a magic specialist from some DC universe?

"It's still more reassuring to use a system with oversight." Ian's thinking differed slightly from most transmigrators, and it was actually hard to say who was right and who was wrong in this matter.

Watching the passengers flee as if they were escaping, Ian turned his attention back to the group of reporters.

"Were you the one who just called me?"

A reporter asked a question.

"No."

Ian responded in a muffled voice.

The sound was noticeably different from the beginning.

He faced the camera.

Calm and composed.

After all, he still has a lot of untruthful quotas left today.

"You must be quite young. I think you're still in school." This reporter's assessment resonated with many other reporters, since a keen eye is one of the most important qualities for a journalist.

Those with poor eyesight were banished to Gotham.

"Although I'm not very old, it doesn't affect my career. You have to start being a superhero from a young age." Knowing he couldn't hide this fact, Ian tried to make excuses.

however.

No one listened to his sophistry.

"I know you! You were the superhero downstairs this afternoon too!" A reporter recognized Ian, and Ian was about to praise the female reporter when he was overjoyed.

however.

"Yes! Masked Braggart! Because he said he drove Superman away, people gave him that title!" The female reporter exclaimed in surprise as she explained the situation to her bewildered colleague.

Ian's smile froze on his face.

"Just to correct you, you should call me Stocking Superman, my official name is Flesh Stocking Superman—good heavens, don't any of you guys even go to the [Superhero Popularity Center]?"

Ian felt that these reporters were suspected of dereliction of duty. How could legitimate reporters not pay attention to this website? After all, superheroes are the true main theme of the entire DC universe.

"Hello, Meat... Meatball Superman, you seem to have only recently become active, right?" The reporters didn't respond to Ian; they were more interested in Ian's background.

Seeing the reporters' curious expressions, Ian immediately began to explain the facts.

"Yes Yes."

In this regard.

The boy was prepared.

You can actually check it on the [Superhero Popularity Center].

"Thirty million years ago, in the ancient era, humans already existed and created a highly advanced ancient civilization. However, many powerful superhumans were fighting for territory."

"In the end, Dark Superman and his three accessories won the victory, but due to the invasion of evil creatures, Dark Superman and his three accessories were buried in the annals of history."

"Of course, Dark Superman may be dead, but his power has not disappeared. This power has been purified by the light of the human heart and has become an incomparably powerful force of light."

"It existed until the appearance of the most morally upright human being, and then it bestowed its power upon this human being, making this human being the embodiment of light."

"That's me."

Ian recounted the story vividly; piecing together books had always been an innate talent of his. Spotlights flashed, and reporters frantically recorded everything with voice recorders and notebooks.

Surprisingly, not one of them doubted this claim.

"So, the Kryptonians are actually Earthlings, but they are ancient humans who migrated away?" Not only did no one doubt this, but some even pondered it further, drawing inferences from the given information.

"Yeah."

Ian's character has been effectively supplemented.