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

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The true power to determine the fate of life.

"Uncle Bruce's wish to call me uncle has a greater chance of success again, after all, one glare from me and he will revert to his tadpole form!"

Ian always had a wise approach to using his skills. He didn't want to turn others into Yuanmou Man or Upper Cave Man. As a young evil god, he preferred to catch tadpoles to play with.

After all, no young boy can resist the game of catching tadpoles.

"Well, that's not all. If Jordan and Jonathan are willing to return to their eight-year-old selves, I will be the true eldest son of the Kent family!" Ian felt that his parents were already exhausted from raising their children, so they would definitely not agree with his idea. However, this did not stop him from revealing his huge ambition to the void.

Perhaps even nothingness was shaken by the ambition of the evil god.

next second.

Ian felt a warm tremor around him. He had crossed the void and returned to the Marvel Universe. His eyes felt the light, and Ian, still feeling excited, found himself standing in a huge alloy room.

"call--!"

Ian had been in Hell for too long, inhaling the sulfurous fumes for so long, that he longed for the odorless air and wanted to breathe the fresh air of another world.

however.

Between deep breaths through the nose.

He only smelled the scent of technology.

"Cough cough cough!!" Just as Mr. Ian's mouth could taste the Kowloon Elixir, his nose was also adept at tasting the air. He inhaled the air, which contained technological oxygen produced by an oxygen generator.

There's also the metallic smell unique to air conditioners with internal circulation cooling.

"Where have I been sent this time?" Ian rubbed his nose and looked around. The room was spacious, clean, and sterile. He was standing in a huge alloy room with smooth walls that could be used as mirrors, a ceiling that emitted a soft, cold light, and a floor made of some kind of shock-absorbing material.

"A laboratory? A prison? Or some evil organization's secret base?" Ian was still speculating, rubbing his hands together, when the alloy door of the room suddenly slid open with a "whoosh".

Gwen Stacy walked in, carrying a spray bottle. The room was freezing, and the floor was shaking, so she swayed as she wore a thick down jacket.

“Gwen, tell me quickly, am I the most taciturn one among this batch of newcomers?” Ian was clearly still not completely detached from the storyline of the “shooting”.

He was simply feeling the ground tremble when, on a whim, he quipped with humor and casually expressed his expectation. However, that one sentence immediately caused Gwen Stacy's originally delicate features to contort slightly.

"??????"

She really didn't want to know what Ian was talking about, but unfortunately, she hated herself for understanding so quickly. "I think you should have used a more normal opening line to greet me."

“For example, ‘Good afternoon,’ ‘Have you eaten?’ or ‘How have you been?’ or ‘How are you doing?’” Gwen remained silent for a long time before trying to teach Ian how to be more human-like.

Yes.

She often felt that Ian was a fake.

"I don't need to ask to know you've eaten, because your mouth smells of toothpaste and pizza. It's clear you still love pizza."

Ian showed off his super sense of smell.

It would have been better if he hadn't said that; as soon as he did, Gwen's expression immediately turned somewhat angry.

"You dare mention pizza? How dare you mention pizza! The pizza you ordered before you disappeared last time, we ate at the Sanctuary for half a month and still couldn't finish it!"

As she spoke, she pointed resentfully towards the door. Hundreds of pizza boxes were placed next to the trash cans in the metal corridor, showing that these superheroes were really trying their best to eat.

"Why didn't you save it for me?" Ian wasn't surprised by Gwen's mention of half a month. He had already noticed this before. Time in the Marvel universe was passing faster as he became stronger. From the previous one-to-one ratio between the Marvel Universe and the DC Universe, now 12 hours in the DC Universe would take 12 days in the Marvel Universe.

There are currently no clues to explain why this happened, but if something exists, it must have a reason. It would be too much of a burden on our super brains to try to figure out every problem.

Ian cherishes it, so he doesn't usually use it easily.

“There are still a few hundred boxes in the fridge. Go ahead, I’ll watch you eat.” Gwen said, trying to lead Ian the way, but Ian, who sometimes didn’t like eating leftovers, didn’t budge.

"Half a month, and it's already stretched to a stringy consistency. I'm not talking about cheese stretching, but rather the stretching caused by microbial fermentation." Ian felt that Gwen definitely had some stereotypes about him.

Evil gods and scavengers are completely different things.

"Ugh~"

Gwen gagged a few times after hearing Ian's description.

"Where is this place? Is this your new base?" Ian tried to change the subject. He had read parenting books and knew how to alleviate a girl's morning sickness.

“No, this is Rescuer One… Tony really is a prophet.” Gwen gave Ian a strange look and said something that left everyone puzzled.

"what's the situation?"

Ian blinked, his eyes slightly clear. Gwen didn't answer directly, but instead walked to the wall of the alloy room and pressed a hidden switch on the wall.

"Crack——!"

The previously sealed alloy wall suddenly cracked open, then slid open to both sides, revealing a huge viewing window. Outside the window was the vast and boundless universe.

A dazzling nebula slowly rotated in the darkness, distant stars emitted a cold and distant light, while closer by, many meteorites spun and flew past the window.

"We are on our way to rescue Odin, the king of the gods."

Gwen explained.

"What does this have to do with the new Tony being so prescient?" Ian walked out of the long window to admire the view, only to see Gwen spraying herself with a spray bottle.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Do you know this is paid content?" Ian was soaked from the spray, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but protest in a "coy" manner.

"Disinfecting, I'm disinfecting you. We can't afford to get sick in space." Gwen said seriously, spraying the entire large spray bottle, only to find that Ian seemed even more eager to continue than she was.

"It's okay, medical insurance won't cover it for you. If you get sick, I'll treat you. I'm the best at treating illnesses." Ian thought the disinfectant was alright; at least it removed a lot of the hellish sulfur smell from his body.

He was certainly not the kind of boy who liked getting wet, and Gwen still disinfected him, but only to use the disinfectant as perfume to cover up his hellish thug aura.

This is a white tradition, and it works well.

"You knew I'd be here all along?" Ian accepted Gwen's service and even slipped her a ten-dollar tip, leaving Gwen, who had been planning to play a prank on Ian, completely bewildered.

"..."

She found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to keep up with the other person's train of thought. After composing herself, the somewhat helpless girl finally answered Ian's question.

"This answers your previous question. Yes, we knew you would be here because Tony is incredibly prescient. He used the Stark supercomputing array to calculate the pattern of your appearances and then pinpointed the 36 possible locations where you would appear this time."

"and then?"

“Then, he cut out all the space on Earth for those thirty-six locations and stuffed it into this room,” Gwen answered Ian’s follow-up question.

"????"

This time it was Ian's turn to be stunned.

"Can this still happen?"

He hadn't expected Earth's technology to have evolved to such an extent. However, after touching his pocket and feeling the black box, Ian thought that having such technological means wasn't entirely unacceptable.

Marvel, you know.

Earth's technology fluctuates wildly.

Everyone understands.

This is also a Marvel tradition.

"I don't really understand the principles either, but it's related to the Kamar-Taj Library opened by Doctor Strange, and the Asgardian rune technology that Thor opened up in his eagerness to save his father." As a high school girl who hasn't gone to college yet, Gwen, even with fragments of memories from the apocalypse, is still a tech novice like Ian.

She pointed around and said, "This room is actually made up of thirty-six 'space blocks,' and each block represents a possible location for you to appear."

Although the explanation was not detailed, it was easy to understand, which left Ian, whose scientific knowledge was on par with Gwen's, speechless. After wiping the disinfectant off his face, he couldn't help but complain.

"Using a bunch of stacked blocks to block my respawn, what kind of Marvel version of 'Minecraft' is this? I'm not a villager or a zombie that drops materials."

Ian didn't feel nervous about having his weakness exposed; he was just indignant. "Even in my world, I should be the protagonist, Steve!"

The boy still cares a lot about things like world recognition and social standing.

“Steve? Steve’s outside piloting the spaceship.” Gwen pointed outside the room upon hearing this, and seeing Ian walk out, she immediately followed in his footsteps. After passing through a long, technologically advanced corridor, the automatic sensor doors slid open with a “whoosh,” and they arrived at the cockpit at the front of the spaceship.

Inside the cabin, Tony Stark's ghostly image hovered in the center. Upon seeing Ian, a familiar, slightly gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, Sleeping Beauty has woken up?"

This is true anthropomorphism; the new Tony teacher has actually learned to joke and make fun of people. Ian glanced at him thoughtfully, then looked around.

Thor was sprawled out on the chair next to him, fast asleep, an empty beer can clutched in his hand, and several pizza boxes piled at his feet. Meanwhile, in the pilot's seat, Captain America, Steve Rogers, gripped the control stick, his face serious and focused as he piloted the spaceship.

"Let me drive it. I've wanted to drive a spaceship for ages."

Ian's hands are itching.

Steve Rogers, however, remained unmoved.

"No way, how dare you let this guy pilot the spaceship? He's a complete noob! Let me do it! I'm the expert!" Ian's request was not met, so he turned into a tattletale.

That's what top students are like.

Ian immediately started complaining to the new Tony teacher.

"Flying a spaceship is the same as flying a plane. I've flown planes, so of course I'm good at flying spaceships. I'm a veteran pilot. Who remembers how many Nazis I shot down during World War II?"

Steve didn't turn his head, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

"You didn't mention a single word about the time you crashed your plane into a ditch and slept for decades?" Ian, who was good at finding tricky angles, immediately retorted.

As soon as these words came out.

The cockpit fell silent instantly.

Steve's body visibly stiffened, then his ears turned bright red at a visible speed, and his neck flushed crimson. He abruptly turned his head to look at Ian.

His guilty look was exactly like someone whose dark past had been exposed.

"That, that's all Red Skull's fault! Mr. Ian Kent, how can you slander me like this! ...Can a plane crash be considered a technical problem?"

"That could only be considered a strategic forced landing at best!"

Steve's voice was deliberately emphasized. As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, until finally he simply lowered his head and muttered, "You guys just don't understand what tactics and contingencies are."

Then came a series of incomprehensible phrases, such as "Hydra plot," "harsh Arctic climate," and "the super soldier serum does not prevent freezing."

Ian burst into laughter, almost rolling around on the floor of the cabin. His laughter filled the cabin with a cheerful atmosphere, like adding a touch of lightheartedness to this interstellar journey.

"I definitely won't crash this time!" Captain America Steve was incredibly excited. Fortunately, Ian didn't torture him any further. The unpredictable young man no longer wanted to fly the spaceship.

He wanted to save his first time for the Kryptonian spaceship his father owned.

“Space…the final frontier…” After laughing enough, Ian looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, then suddenly cleared his throat and put on a serious expression.

As he spoke, Ian even raised his hand and spread his fingers apart. After finishing, he looked around expectantly, waiting for everyone's reaction, but no one understood his humor.