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

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"The best R-rated comics should be like the uniform you're wearing right now—it looks perfectly fitted, but all the viewers will imagine it being torn apart."

Ian didn't care whether he offended Hela; he was just using Hela's words as a metaphor, saying, "Playing hard to get is the most alluring state."

"Of course, we can also limit ourselves to people. I heard that Thor's hammer used to be your toy? You should add that in; that's what will truly amaze readers."

Ian earnestly explained to Hela how to draw adult comics, especially his final guidance, which made Hela's usually cold eyes flicker violently.

I can tell.

She truly felt the awe emanating from the master artist.

"You're a good teacher."

Hela remained silent for a long time before finally acknowledging Ian, her tone even carrying a hint of respect. As soon as she finished speaking, Ian's system immediately provided another round of feedback.

You have gained a wealth of leadership experience.

[The leadership role has been upgraded]

[The leadership role has been upgraded]

……

[Leader LV7 [43/640]]

A new round of upgrades.

Naturally, this meant the addition of yet another believer. Hela seemed to sense something as well; she closed her eyes, feeling the contents of the contract, her expression subtly changing.

only.

"I see."

Unlike her brother, the eldest daughter of Asgard did not yell or scream.

They have excellent emotional management skills.

"You'll see my new work soon." Hela seemed to understand something, looked up at the sky, and then gave Ian a deep look.

"Just pray to me when the time comes."

As if afraid others wouldn't know he also had his own prayer, Ian reminded Hela, who nodded and turned to disappear into the bustling crowd on the street.

“I’ve never seen the Guanyin who grants children, but Odin who grants children… well, I haven’t seen that either.” Ian, feeling quite pleased with his find, turned and walked back to the Sanctuary Hall.

He shook his head for a moment.

Because the signing fee project wasn't added in time, Ian's total magic power remained the same as the amount from those few dozen wells, but its natural growth rate far exceeded the previous rate.

"Among the Asgardians, women actually get more fragrant with age," Ian remarked, grabbing Doctor Strange, who had been eavesdropping from behind a pillar.

"The Odin you're talking about... is it the Odin I know?" Doctor Strange was genuinely shocked. He hadn't expected that Ian's claim about having followers of the gods was actually true.

There's more than one.

Another god-king even sent another one!

what is this?

Proton?

In an instant, Doctor Strange's "Sherlock Holmes" mind went through a lot of reasoning, and he couldn't help but suspect that this was proof that even the god-king Odin was no match for the evil god in front of him.

"Yes, it was him. I think I understand why now." Ian was truly clear-headed, but he didn't tell Doctor Strange the truth that most Asgardians didn't die of old age, but were overwhelmed by divine power. He was afraid that Doctor Strange, whose magic had dropped to a very low level, would feel inferior because of it.

Lord Ian was very concerned about the mental health of his followers.

He also has his own gentleness.

However, Doctor Strange didn't seem to sense anything.

"So, I'm now the third-in-command? Me, the Sorcerer Supreme, reduced to being the third-in-command of an evil god?" Doctor Strange really is quite used to his current identity.

He even had a premonition that he might soon be relegated to the fourth position.

"If you don't improve your emotional intelligence, you'll have to clean toilets—I'll build ten thousand toilets for you to clean." Ian was quite frustrated at not receiving any praise.

"Can I pull out magic from the toilet of an evil god?" Goodness, Doctor Strange's thought process is really peculiar. It's clear that he really cares about the magic he has lost.

"..."

Ian rarely fell silent, and he suspected that if he simply nodded, Doctor Strange would actually go and clean his toilet, trying to extract the magic from his excrement.

"Go out more. I suspect you have a deeper level of repression than my second brother, Xuan," Ian advised kindly, but was met with a suspicious look from Doctor Strange, as if he had just remembered something.

"Speaking of the outside world, what exactly did you do?" Doctor Strange's sudden question caught Ian off guard. Did this guy discover that Ian had played the role of "creator"?

"I haven't even started anything yet."

Ian gave an honest answer, though he was being slightly probing.

"Ah."

Doctor Strange gave him an expression that said he knew everything.

“You can’t believe a single punctuation mark from the words of an evil god. That’s what you taught me.” With that, he rushed to a cabinet and pulled out a pile of newspapers, leaving Ian looking on in confusion.

"According to my investigation, the crime rate in New York has risen abnormally in the past two days. And it's not just New York; extremely serious crimes are occurring in major cities around the world."

“Robbery, theft, even murder…doesn’t this have anything to do with your resurrection? I don’t believe it!” Doctor Strange handed a stack of newspapers to Ian.

He asked and answered himself with certainty.

"No? I've become the scapegoat? Every time something goes wrong, you throw the blame on me? This has nothing to do with me, don't pin every crime on me."

Ian suddenly felt a sense of empathy for DC Lucifer.

Doctor Strange still looked unconvinced.

“You should take your words the opposite way—so, it really is related to you.” He had his own opinion about Ian, but he hadn’t yet figured out the pattern that Ian usually told about 20% of the truth.

"That's slander."

Ian rolled his eyes in a beginner's version where you couldn't even see his pupils.

"You call it slander, but if you listen to it the other way around, it's actually praising me..." Before Doctor Strange could finish his confident words, Ian kicked him directly under the table.

"You've gone against the heavens! How dare you speak to your god like that?" Ian thought Doctor Strange should be sent to the Minotaur for further training. One kick wasn't enough, so he followed up with two more, three more... fifty or sixty kicks. Doctor Strange, his backside covered in shoe prints, ran around the room in a sorry state, pursued by the evil god.

"I surrender!"

He still loves to admit defeat.

It lacks the resilience that the Supreme Master should possess.

"Where did you get this data? With your crazy brain, you shouldn't be able to find these details, right?" Ian asked Doctor Strange with a suspicious look as he polished his shoes.

Even Doctor Strange, who had a shoe print on his face, puffed out his chest proudly upon hearing this, "Do you think I bought all these mystery novels for nothing?"

“Don’t underestimate my talent; I’ve always had the potential to be a detective.” He tried to correct Ian’s mistaken impression of him, but his pride didn’t last long.

"Wow~"

There was a sound of something being activated. Before Doctor Strange could rush over, a flash of blue light appeared, and a holographic image of the intelligent life form Tony Stark appeared on the desk.

"Doctor, another bank robbery has occurred in the city, and we might need your help." Holographic Tony looked at Doctor Strange, who had rushed in front of him.

this moment.

Doctor Strange was embarrassed.

Ian, of course, also understood where Doctor Strange obtained the data from.

"Looks like you've learned this skill from me," Ian remarked sincerely. Indeed, this is an era where everyone seeks out an external brain.

"I also offered help!"

Doctor Strange turned around, attempting to argue his way out of the situation.

however.

The only response he received was Ian's incessant chuckles—the little boy pulled out his broken phone and played a three-hour recording of his earlier chuckle-filled lecture to Madison.

"..."

Doctor Strange was extremely embarrassed and annoyed.

"It's you! You're definitely trying to sabotage me on purpose, just because I'm a magician and you're a technological creation, and you can't stand me." He attempted to accuse Holographic Tony.

"This place is full of your surveillance cameras! Damn it, why did I agree to let you install them!" Doctor Strange looked annoyed, and his accusation seemed to have some merit.

Holographic Tony did not refute him.

Good afternoon, Ian.

The intelligent life form, which had never truly lived, looked at the boy in the hall.

“Good afternoon, new Tony. Look, I brought you a gift.” Ian picked up the box of grilled octopus and brought it close to the holographic Tony device.

Holographic Tony has not yet responded.

Doctor Strange decided to quit for now.

"Didn't you say this was a gift for me?" He was actually quite hungry, after all, Ian's "evil god power" had used up a lot of his stored fat while repairing his body.

"Tsk tsk, you should probably get your brain replaced."

Ian saw this.

He immediately pulled Doctor Strange aside.

"My foolish believer, the new Tony is obviously a robot. He can't actually eat. Once he refuses, won't this box of octopus still be yours in the end?"

Ian tried to keep his voice down and spoke softly.

He was trying to teach Doctor Strange how to maximize the use of resources.

"Huh? You can do that?"

Doctor Strange was once again shocked by the evil god and began to humbly seek his guidance.

not far away.

The new hairstylist, Tony, looked utterly speechless.

“Kid, just a friendly reminder, there are thirty-four radios in this house, each worth fifty thousand.” He waved to Ian and Doctor Strange as a warning.

They also took the opportunity to showcase their broadcasting equipment, which was also quite valuable.