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

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There are just a lot of viruses.

When you need something from someone, you should always carry a suitable gift with you.

"..."

Digital Tony caught the real gift with his illusory body, then turned around and threw it into the trash can, seemingly not very fond of Ian's customized gift.

but.

The number god didn't correct Ian's way of addressing him. This made Ian think that Tony would definitely like his gift, and maybe Tony would even rummage through the trash after he left.

Teachers who like to put on airs are all like that.

Ian had already sensed the unspoken understanding between teacher and student. Just as Ian could taste the deliciousness of a demon, he didn't believe that any intelligent life form could resist a tasty electronic virus.

"Teacher, what are you looking at?"

Ian, taking advantage of the situation, moved closer.

He tried hard to piece together the shape of the "gentleman's pursuit" from the snowflakes on the screen, but he didn't know if it was a problem with his imagination or if Digital Tony had just hidden the electronic girl too well.

The boy strained his eyes trying to piece something together, but he still couldn't manage to do so.

"This is a video recording."

Digital Tony spoke softly, “A radio wave recording from before the universe collapsed—you know, as the universe expands, the wavelength of electromagnetic radiation is stretched while its energy gradually decreases.”

"They eventually form the radio waves that we are familiar with, and when these radio waves are captured by human instruments, this is the kind of image that appears on the screen."

Digital Tony began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"So, what secrets about aliens are hidden in these snowflakes?" It has to be said that Ian was quite influenced by the book "Unsolved Mysteries of the World".

Tony glanced at him.

Do you think I'd be that boring?

He sounded helpless.

It felt like Ian was trying to fool him by portraying himself as an illiterate person who hadn't even earned a PhD.

“They’re not snowflakes, they’re the afterglow of the universe’s birth… You little brat can’t understand their beauty.” Tony’s voice was exceptionally gentle.

It even seemed incomprehensible to some outsiders.

But Ian can understand.

Who can blame him for having such extraordinary intelligence?

"So that's it?"

Ian could roughly understand what Tony meant, but he didn't care about such romance. He only knew that he was right; Tony had indeed changed in every way after becoming a cyborg.

Even her sexual orientation was affected.

It's even more serious than the kind of cyborg he had previously guessed—the kind where a cyborg falls in love with a cyborg woman.

Girl?

There are absolutely no girls left! Tony seems to have gone from a playboy who only slept with the prettiest women to someone who seems to only want to sleep with the most beautiful radio waves!

Yes.

Such a poignant turn of events.

It seems like you really shouldn't become a digital human.

“I admit the radio waves you’re eyeing are indeed beautiful, and perhaps they’re quite unique, enough to successfully pique your domineering CEO interest. But actually, the corpses of Omniknight and Sentry aren’t bad either?” Ian gave Tony a frantic and awkward hint, though he certainly remembered what he had come to the base to do.

Ian winked and made faces.

Tony did not choose to pretend he didn't see it.

He turned his gaze away from the display screen and stared intently and seriously at the boy beside him. The facial details of the holographic image suddenly became so clear that even pores could be seen.

“I can let you touch their bodies, but you have to promise me one thing.” Clearly, Digital Tony wanted to negotiate some terms with Ian.

“Equivalent exchange, that’s reasonable, but don’t treat me like Dormammu.” Ian nodded, not surprised, but he still emphasized to Tony not to go too far.

“This is a very simple thing for you.”

Tony nodded and spoke softly.

"Do you want me to snap your fingers for you?" This was something Ian had already guessed. He wasn't really averse to using his brain; all the information he had gathered beforehand had allowed him to anticipate this.

as predicted.

"Yes, you need to help us rebuild the order of the universe. This is the last chance, and we cannot afford any failure. Otherwise, we will fall into the abyss and be shattered and lost."

"Ultimately, we will become part of those cancerous growths that spread to other universes." Tony's words were very informative; he clearly knew many secrets that were unknown to others.

"You trust me that much?"

Ian's eyes flickered slightly.

He thought again about the information Miss Death had given him. Parasitism and fusion with the universe were two methods of invasion, but Ian's feelings these past few days led him to suspect that he was encountering a third. The people here seemed only interested in rebuilding their homes, showing no intention of seeking new ones.

Could it be a disguise?

Can't tell.

However, one thing is almost certain—it's impossible for anything in this world to invade DC; the Infinity Stones only work within the Marvel Universe.

Can I still trust others?

When Tony was questioned by Ian, he simply countered with a series of questions: "I carry not only a soul, but also the remaining laws of the universe, which are dwindling little by little."

"An individual that is too powerful is beyond the capacity of my remaining resources. You can't expect a crippled body like mine to have the right to unleash the power of the Infinity Stones, can you?"

This seems like an attempt to elicit sympathy, yet it also carries an unspoken sense of helplessness.

"Last chance...so you didn't just try once, but many times? How many times?" Ian was still pondering the information Tony had revealed earlier.

Hear the words.

Digital Tony did not give a definitive answer.

"How many times? I'll give you a hint, you can guess." He simply raised his hand, held up one index finger, and made a gesture that seemed a bit off-topic.

"Huh? I've become Iron Man?" Ian went around behind the virtual image and glanced at the digital Tony's backside. He didn't have the Sorcerer Supreme's cloak either.

"Only you can do this one thing."

Digital Tony spoke seriously.

“No, I don’t think I can do it. You should have already been monitoring this by now.” Ian seized the opportunity and walked towards the equipment cabinet displaying weapons.

Tony cooperated and helped him open the cabinet.

"Zizzizi~"

Ian fired dozens of shots into his own temple.

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +1]

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +1]

[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +1]

……

He still failed to catch the laser bullet.

It's so hard.

What bothered Ian even more was that as his physical abilities improved, his experience in using this reasonable mechanism to score points decreased, and he no longer had the same overwhelming feeling of improvement as before.

of course.

This time there were some gains as well.

[Student level 8 [1/1280]]

Ian's "Student" career has been upgraded.

Another general skill point has been accumulated there. To be honest, Ian has been hesitating lately about whether to invest in the general skill [Learning] or improve his [Ian Kent Defense] skill.

Both skills have a conceptual feel to them. The former has a higher growth benefit, while the latter is a noble percentage. Both skills can have a stronger positive impact on Ian once they are upgraded.

Beginner, Basic, Excellent, Elite – these are the skill level classifications Ian already knows about. Beginner to Basic requires 1 general skill point, Basic to Excellent requires 2 general skill points, Excellent to Elite requires 4, and Elite and above requires a full 8 general skill points.

With the emergence and upgrade of the profession of "Writer," and now with the upgrade of the "Student" profession, Ian has accumulated a total of nine general skill points.

Ian has indeed accumulated enough general skill points to upgrade the [Learning] skill. However, because of the appearance of [Writer], he feels that it might be able to create a unique skill after upgrading a few more levels.

This is just speculation and intuition.

I have never had a similar experience.

Ian was also unable to make a definitive judgment.

Anyway, I'm a little conflicted.

"Zizzizi~"

Of course, despite his hesitation, Ian didn't stop leveling up. He gained another fifty or sixty experience points, intending to make good use of the resources, but Tony stopped him. Tony simply deactivated all weapon systems, and Ian saw his gun turn into a toy-like model.

"Don't be so stingy..."

Ian was slightly disappointed.

“Like I said, our resources are dwindling,” Tony sighed. “This also means that the physical laws I’ve preserved are running out.”

"Haven't you noticed that you've only been able to move around in this city all along?" His words startled Ian slightly; this truth was indeed somewhat contrary to Ian's original expectations.

"So, there is no universe outside of Earth?"

Ian's eyes widened.

He realized that even the Earth might no longer be whole.

“It is the universe, but also a chaotic void. Now, my existence here is my last remaining strength—but even so, we are already on the countdown to the end.” Tony’s projection flickered. “We have been able to hold on for so long, thanks in large part to the help provided by the friend you were about to desecrate his body.”

"Otherwise..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear: without the Sentinels' help, the world would probably have lost its current spark long ago.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely thank him nine times." Ian didn't know how to respond, so he could only make a solemn promise.

The third time is to emphasize it.