Brave people enjoy the world first.
As Son of Superman, the most important thing Ian lacks is courage.
Brave Ian.
Not afraid of being beaten.
He just wanted to hear Morpheus call him daddy. This was a pure and simple wish, but Ian heard Lady Death say that Morpheus always knows how to repay kindness.
Lady Death is the second sister of the Endless Family.
It certainly won't lie.
Moreover, Lady Death also agreed and asked Morpheus to call him daddy. The agreement between Yiyi and Lady Death was still vivid in his mind, and Ian obviously had his own understanding of the other party's answer.
Hellcat's car was filled with a subtle silence.
Hellcat's radio station has no sound.
It is the same as Demon Head. Now I don't even dare to fart. There are many Demonss in Hell who are brave, but there are not many Demonss who are so brave.
Sure enough.
God Ian, the future is bright.
"Are you taking advantage of me?"
Morpheus's pale face was also filled with hatred. Faced with the fact that Ian said that he was his father, Morpheus certainly would not believe it. After all, it is impossible for normal people to be unaware of the problem.
"I have lost my memory, not dementia." Morpheus pointed at the rearview mirror in front of him with his white fingers. He could see his slender figure in the rearview mirror.
"You and this girl are only sixteen or seventeen years old, how could they be my parents?" Morpheus's logical judgment and reasoning abilities have not been affected by amnesia. His eyes turned to Madison, who was curled up in the passenger seat, and the latter was unconsciously breathing long and kitten-like sounds.
"She's not your mother."
Ian pulled a piece of black cloth with quick eyes and hands and covered Madison tightly, "She is just a poor person I picked up on the road. I often pick up such poor people when I walk outside."
Hear the words.
Morpheus was slightly stunned.
"So, I am also a poor person you picked up on the road?" He asked with a bit of uncertainty in his tone, looking thoughtfully at the covered Madison.
"I just look younger, but in fact I am not young at all." Ian did not give an answer, but just emphasized the fact that he is young but has a big soul.
"You're telling the truth."
Morpheus is a little different.
"Of course I'm telling the truth, here's the thing, are you familiar with the Dream Kingdom?" Ian was well prepared. When caught, he said it was to stimulate Morpheus's spirit.
In order to use strong stimulation to awaken Morpheus's memory, of course he can win another wave of favors.
As for not being caught, what excuse do you need?
Ian is a guaranteed profit no matter what.
"Dream Kingdom?" Morpheus covered his head and shook it. Unfortunately, the memories in his mind were like tiny fragments and could not be pieced together effectively.
"I remember this name, it means a lot to me."
It was as if his memory had been forcibly shattered by some force, and that force was still affecting his memory recovery—perhaps someone didn't want him to remember something.
Morpheus was shocked and confused.
At the same time.
Ian was also watching Morpheus's reaction in the rearview mirror. He began to think about third-hand preparations. Even if he couldn't be a father, he still had to have his own place in the dream.
"It's important, Dream Kingdom, that is a far away place, and I am Dream Shadow of Dream China, the most noble person in the Dream Kingdom, and you are King of Dreams who I canonized personally."
Ian recently took the course <The Art of Lying>.
Truth and lies need to be mixed together.
The effect is very significant.
Morpheus's bewildered expression already had the feeling of being stupid and confused.
"King of Dreams." Morpheus muttered to himself. His incomplete memory told him that Ian might not be lying, but his intuition made him feel that something was wrong.
Ian pursues victory.
"Think about it, under what circumstances would I let a person become a king? How about handing over an entire country to this person?" His tone was full of sincerity and seduction.
"When I am very important to you?"
Morpheus gave a very reasonable guess.
"Yes, that's right, it seems you have realized it."
Ian smiled and patted the steering wheel of the passenger seat - he was quite unfamiliar with this position and had to take care of two people before he chose to sit back in the car.
In the face of Ian's admiration.
Morpheus couldn't help but sigh.
"I think I'm going to be fooled by you." Of course he couldn't believe that Ian was really his father, but he always felt very familiar with what Ian said.
This is a man who knows himself very well.
Morpheus judges in his heart.
"Don't be like this, just call me Father, I don't even need you to v me 50, unblock some dream army, I will help you get back all the lost memories for free."
Ian still refuses to give up.
He just wants to establish the deepest bond with the other person.
However.
However, Morpheus was not fooled at all.
"You are too young."
The amnesiac Dream God shook his head.
Her long black hair swayed beside her face.
"Youth is not my problem. As long as you choose to believe, everything is possible. Give me a chance!" Ian regrets that he did not learn psychology, a very practical course.
Hear the words.
Morpheus was silent for a long time.
"You've already revealed your secret!" He lifted up his bangs and covered his forehead with a look of helplessness on his face. He didn't know how to evaluate the big deception in front of him. Of course, the man who lost his memory was also confused as to why he felt grateful in his heart. It was clear that this man was trying to trick him into calling him daddy.
"I understand, we are actually brothers?"
Morpheus is trying to make reasonable guesses.
He has an indescribable feeling of closeness to Ian.
This time.
Ian was silent for a long time.
"No, I still want to be your father. Your sister promised me." This may be the case for overly greedy people. Ian did not choose to settle for the second best.
His tone was insistent.
The carriage fell into silence again.
Morpheus's bangs will be pulled out by himself.
"I still have a sister?"
Morpheus It feels a little difficult to process complex information.
"Yes, you are in trouble. It was your sister who begged me to rescue you from trouble." Ian looked a little melancholy because the plan failed.
"The eldest sister is like mother, you see how worried she is - eh? The eldest sister is like mother? From this point of view, we can also be brothers, but I have to be the brother."
"An elder brother is like a father."
An idea flashed in his mind.
Another wave of desperate attempts was made.
Such a tricky angle.
Let Morpheus's CPU crash a bit.
He didn't understand why the boy in front of him was so obsessed with being his father.
Is there some kind of bet involved?
Morpheus is puzzled.
"You should give up, I have already seen through you." Morpheus sighed. After all, Ian still didn't get what he wanted. He rubbed his hair and couldn't help but ask.
"You just said that I was in trouble, can you elaborate on this matter?" Morpheus's tone was filled with worry. He always felt that he had forgotten something very important.
"Actually, I don't know much either."
Ian's tone was a little more serious, "Perhaps it's because you hosted a banquet for witches other than Dream Kingdom, but missed one, so the witch who wasn't invited held a grudge?"
His words made Morpheus look quite strange.
"This is the story of Sleeping Beauty."
The ancient gods noticed a slightly familiar smell.
"It's not like you've lost your memory."
Puzzle Book Ian was discovered and sighed helplessly.
He wasn't talking nonsense.
This is exactly what happened. Ian's knowledge of the situation is very limited. He only knows that Morpheus was indeed imprisoned by an evil witch.
Sandman.
Sleeping Beauty.
All the same.
All fell into the hands of the witch.
No one knows why Morpheus was captured by Supreme Witch.
"Amnesia does not mean that I have no common sense." Morpheus actually did not remember too many things, but could instinctively recall some fragmented information.
"I lost something, my-·power." This was the only thing Morpheus could remember, but he felt that there were more important things that he failed to remember.
Very important.
And it's extremely urgent.
"Supreme Bone was poached. I'm familiar with this matter. All I need is you." Before Ian finished speaking, Morpheus guessed what he was going to say, so the man quickly interrupted Ian.
"No, I will never call you that name, just give up." Morpheus was very cautious, "You have been fooling me for so long, you should at least tell me my name, right?"
He felt that he might be able to retrieve his lost memories, or those that had been shattered by some force, from this point on. There was a voice in his heart urging him to remember everything as soon as possible.
?
Ian chose to give up, "I still remember that day, yes, yes, when you were born... the entire Dream Kingdom forest was whispering this name - Morpheus."
Of course.
Maybe he didn't give up completely.
Morpheus is extremely helpless.
However.
He didn't argue with Ian, because he knew that Ian did tell the truth to him. Morpheus, the name struck his heart like a bolt of lightning.
"I--"
Morpheus When he heard his name, his head began to buzz. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his long fingers unconsciously grasped the leather of the seat.
Countless memory fragments surged through his mind - the castle as bright as stars, the bookshelves in the library, the sound of crows flapping their wings - they were all as impossible to piece together as a shattered mirror.
However.
Morpheus, who had already expected it, was still searching hard, searching among the flashing memory fragments, trying to capture the most crucial piece of information that he had to recall.
Hard work will eventually pay off.
Morpheus's eyes reflected a broken memory. The next moment, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said to Ian in a slightly anxious tone, "You have to tell them this information. Due to the loss of power, I cannot directly contact them." Morpheus looked around as if looking for something.
"What information?"
Ian spoke curiously.
Morpheus has no answer.
His eyes locked on the pen in Ian's hand.
"Give it to me."
At this moment, his divinity seemed to have the upper hand, and his tone had a cold feeling. Ian didn't care much, but first handed Morpheus a pair of gloves.
"What I want is a pen and paper."
Morpheus frowned.
"I know what you want, but you may not know that I am a qualified writer, so if you want to borrow my pen, you need to wear a glove."
"Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike your dirty hands, it's just because I am relatively pure in this aspect and don't like being fucked." Ian's serious explanation made Morpheus feel like he was struck by lightning.
He was greatly shocked.
I don't know why I was shocked.
"Gu~"
Swallowed.
Morpheus also put on his gloves obediently. He really didn't want to hear any more shocking speeches, "You need to pass this information on to them."
Said.
Taking the notebook and pen handed over by Ian, Morpheus quickly drew on the notebook, "This thing was hidden in a diary and was sent to our world."
"Because it borrowed some seemingly harmless disguise, it was probably not noticed by us." The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper filled the carriage.
Morpheus is also very fast when painting.
Such a serious reminder.
Let Ian suspect that this man has awakened his memory.
"It's okay. You draw it. When you draw it, your sister should know it. She often lies somewhere and peeks into my private life too shyly."
Ian speculates that this incident must involve Outer Universe intrusion.
"Huh?"
Morpheus glanced at Ian in confusion.
Stopped painting.
"Finished? What did you draw?"
Ian was amazed that the opponent's hand speed was comparable to his own.
This Divine Power doesn't look completely lost either.
"Disaster."
Morpheus spoke in a low tone.
"It may still be weak now, but it will eventually absorb our nutrients and become stronger." He reminded seriously and handed the notebook back to Ian.
"It's quite scary to say that."
Ian I haven't had time to see it yet.
Then I found Morpheus opened the car door and walked out.
"Leave it to you, I need to find my--Supreme Bone?" Well, Morpheus's memory has not been restored. After all, he was still partially affected by Ian.
Seeing Dream God, he was about to leave without looking back.
"Don't get caught again. The most important thing is don't forget my life-saving grace for you, which will affect my repayment of the favor." Ian warned Morpheus loudly and honestly.
He saw Dream God's back stiffen.
However.
There was no rejection after all.
It's just that the pace has sped up a bit.
"Hey."
Ian turned his head melancholy and picked up the drawings left by Morpheus again. One by one, Morpheus's painting style was very delicate, as if he could still use part of Dream Power's body.
The drawings are moving.
The creature above presents a shape that violates geometry. The main outline is similar to a human shape, but it breaks and reorganizes at key points. Twelve tentacles of different thicknesses extend from the area above the neck.
The head is similar to a humanoid, but has slender, constantly wriggling tentacles instead of hair. It has dark skin, a thin body, and the surface of the torso is covered with constantly changing treacherous patterns.
Just watching.
Ian clearly felt the unspeakable malice, as if the deepest fear in human cognition had been materialized, and then carefully packaged into a seemingly rational geometric form. It perfectly explained what "indescribable" is, not only because language cannot describe it, but also because of its chaotic and uncertain nature.
"Damn it!"
Ian suddenly remembered the contaminated Supreme Witch, the strange black mist pouring out of her body, and the plants that mutated under the influence of the black mist.
"Cthulhu invasion!"
Ian slammed the notebook shut.
One more glance at him and he felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.
"I have been contaminated by Cthulhu Virus." Ian quickly put his hands together and began to pray. This time, he did not ask Lady Death what color shroud he liked.
Therefore.
Lady Death responded quickly.
When Ian opens his eyes.
The rearview mirror already reflected the woman sitting in the back seat.
"Is there anything else you dare not do?"
Lady Death changed her outfit, wearing a long black lace skirt with a motorcycle leather jacket, and a pair of riveted short boots.
She looked like she was going to a Goth concert. She was still shaking a drink she didn't know where it came from in her hand, and was looking at the boy in front of her with a rather strange look.
"What didn't I do?"
Ian feels extremely wronged.
"I want you to be his friend, not for you to try to be his father!" Lady Death's tone was incredulous. Maybe she really didn't expect Ian to be so bold.
Obviously.
This goddess has indeed been peeping on the screen. At least Ian thinks that at this point, she has not spread rumors to cause trouble. God knows when Lady Death will start peeping.
"Actually, they all mean the same thing."
Ian was no longer aggrieved, he just blinked.
Lady Death The tea cup in her hand did not shake, but the corners of her mouth undulated slightly.
Maybe she wanted to curse, but because she was worried that this might be regarded as a confession by Ian, she finally swallowed the words that came to her lips again.
"Cthulhu, yes, I came to you to say this."
Ian hurriedly handed over the drawing, but Lady Death did not pick it up. She was a screen peeper after all, and she must have clearly seen the whole process of Morpheus's painting.
"We'll find this kind of thing."
Lady Death's expression shows no concern or not.
"What if this thing is hidden deep?
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Ian scratched his head, his tone slightly worried. Although he had suffered the disadvantage of only having two eyes, he didn't want to grow a second little Ian.
"Now that the target has been confirmed, it cannot escape our sight without the protection of the highest level of power." Lady Death slowly took a sip of the tea in the cup.
She seemed very laid-back and her tone was quite confident.
"Yeah, that's good."
Hearing what Lady Death said, Ian felt relieved. Of course the big guys were more discerning than him. After all, he was just a Metropolis boy who had just started out and was barely two and a half years old.
"I don't want to keep this, it's bad luck." Ian still gave the drawing, along with his Pure Love Pen, to Lady Death, for fear that just the painting would contaminate him with real unknowns.
"You should keep your lover."
Lady Death pinched it gently, and the moment the fingertips came into contact with the paper, those twisted lines suddenly stopped, and then disappeared completely, as if they had never existed.
"I have to say that you three brothers have something to say - you really all have your own merits." Lady Death threw back the sketch and pen and sighed sincerely.
"Since you said so, I definitely can't keep this pen that you greened. The next one will be better." Ian threw the pen and the drawing onto Lady Death's lap again.
His excessive caution turned him from pure love into a scumbag.
"????"
Lady Death was obviously not expecting this.
There was silence for a long time.
"Keep an eye on Morpheus, don't let him get caught again." She spoke again. Sure enough, it was not just Ian who was worried about this, Lady Death's instructions were also extremely serious.
"Okay! I'm watching."
Ian magically took out a book with a twisted cover from under his buttocks. The book had already turned into <Ian's Wisdom Navigation>, and a smiling face of a licking dog appeared on the cover.
Open the inner page.
The above shows the real-time location of Dream God, which has fallen.
"You are quite thoughtful."
Lady Death's mouth corners rose slightly.
"I actually learned bad things from Batman." Ian sighed. He comes into contact with bad women and bad men every day. It's not easy to maintain a pure childlike innocence.
"Batman is just as bad as you."
Lady Death's eyes are contemptuous.
Ian pretended not to hear and asked in a tentative tone, "I should have completed my mission. Not only did I save Morpheus, but I also used my resourcefulness to obtain information about his murder."
He puts more emphasis on resourcefulness.
Lady Death, however, treated the other person in his own way.
She was 100% pretending not to feel the emphasis from Ian. Of course, Lady Death did not pretend not to have guessed the little boy's thoughts regarding Ian's sudden act of claiming credit.
"Consider you done."
The moment her voice fell.
[Personal weight has increased]
The system prompt of Ian also followed closely.
"The reward we gave you has been fulfilled, and you will be able to feel how generous it is in the future." Lady Death obviously doesn't know that Ian can feel the so-called reward in real time.
She nodded to Ian, and the next moment, she disappeared into the back seat. Ian, who came back to his senses, quickly checked the system, and sure enough, there were new changes in his data.
[Name: Ian·Kent]
[General occupations: Student Iv8 [78/1280] Writer LV3 [11/40] Leader LV1 [1/10]]
[Extraordinary profession: Berserker LV6 [16/320] Savage Tyrant Iv5 [43/160]]
[World recognition: Key NPC]
Actually.
The world recognition of Ian is already high enough.
His recent upgrades have failed to improve his status weight, which proves that his world recognition has reached a high enough level after receiving rewards last time.
Today.
New promotions appear again.
The original recognition of [Independent NPC] has become the recognition of [Key NPC]. As a talent who has taught himself script writing, Ian is somewhat able to understand this change.
Needless to say, ordinary NPCs have background characters, no independent plot lines, and only provide basic interactive functions.
Occasionally, a lot of people will die at once to increase the severity of the [event].
As a family member of a superhero, this type of NPC will most likely be used to worship the gods. Fortunately, Ian is no longer at this level, and his original identity as [Independent NPC] is also explained.
Follow the script creation ideas.
[Independent NPC] It is a plot that is related to the main line or an important branch line, has a complete background story, may affect the direction of the local plot, and even has its own exclusive story.
Of course.
There is also the possibility of worshiping the gods in major events. And the weight of a character like [Key NPC] is a popular character, and it belongs to the upper-class category that has some destiny in the story creation.
"I have become more noble again in DC." Ian got his reward, and Cthulhu couldn't affect his mood anymore. He just wants to celebrate now.
Kent Family's restaurant was filled with the aroma of roast beef. Lois placed the last plate of creamed corn in the center of the table, and the steam rose fearfully under the warm yellow light.
Jordan lowered his head, almost burying his face in the dinner plate, his fingers rubbing the edge of the fork uneasily. His whole body was very stiff, with a shy posture that he was a little embarrassed to see others.
"Isn't it because I didn't control my strength well? I accidentally broke the roof while playing ball in the room." Lois rubbed his second son's curly hair and comforted him with a gentle voice.
"Don't worry, you didn't mean it, your dad will fix the roof." It's okay that she didn't mention Clark,
As soon as I mentioned it, Jordan's whole body became even more tense.
He secretly raised his eyes to look at his father.
Clark chewed the food silently.
Just eating food blindly.
Didn't express any opinions.
"Huh~"
Jordan breathed a long sigh of relief, bit the bullet and started eating.
"I really didn't mean it."
He picked something he could admit and admitted it.
Hear the words.
Lois also expressed understanding.
"Martha said before that your father often lost control of his strength when he was a child." Lois continued to comfort his second son, filling Jordan's dinner plate with beef.
"Really!?"
Jordan suddenly widened his eyes, not knowing what he thought of, and looked at his father in surprise,
At this time, Clark continued to work hard and remained silent.
The mouth is full of food.
The sound of crazy chewing is very obvious.
"Tell me something, are you still thinking about that Superman with green eyes? You should also understand that Ian can drink potion, and there are always other people who may drink that potion and succeed."
"My father is already on his way to investigate."
Lois's expression was very confused. He looked at his husband, who was usually not taciturn, and he didn't understand why he didn't cooperate with him to encourage his children.
Clark swallowed the food in his mouth and pointed helplessly at the ceiling.
"I didn't think about that guy, I didn't speak, just because Ian was too noisy and I couldn't hear anything." Of course he was trying to change the subject with his younger son.
The effect is also very good.
"Huh?"
Lois looked up in surprise, with a bit of shock in his tone, "Ian is upstairs? Didn't he say he won't have dinner and wants to stay outside for a while?"
This is the information she and Ian learned over the phone. Jordan also raised his head. Those eyes could penetrate physical obstacles, but he saw nothing except the holes in the roof.
There is no one in Ian's room.
"He is in heaven."
Clark finally began to teach his second son, "You should listen carefully, he is hovering above our house, flying around, flying around."
"It's already been more than three hundred laps."
Although Ian was brought up to change the topic, Clark's expression was truly helpless. He actually did not have such a strong desire to show off when he awakened his flying ability.
"I can fly too."
Jordan was caught by his father's eyes as soon as he opened his mouth.
He immediately lowered his head and picked up the peas on the plate.
"You are a child who has just awakened his abilities. It's like this." Lois looked at her husband meaningfully, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, with an unfathomable feeling in her eyes.
Superman Drug agent.
Is the effect really that good?
about this matter.
Lois still retains some doubts in his heart.
And at this time.
"Pa!" Clark suddenly slapped his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Lois picked up a piece of carrot and ate it.
"Ian just saved a plane with engine failure."
Clark's expression looked like he had swallowed a lemon.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Lois's eyes lit up.
She is happy to see a son inherit his father's legacy.
"First of all, only one engine of that plane was broken. Secondly, no one would make a whining sound when trying to save the plane."
The corner of Clark's mouth twitched. He has been professionally rescuing airplanes for thirty years, and his words are indeed valuable. "He has already circled the sky three times with the airplane in both hands."
"The crew and passengers all felt like they had encountered a ghost." The old father's voice was filled with some indescribable emotions. He could indeed hear everything happening in the sky accurately.
What is this?
Play with paper airplanes?
There was an eerie silence on the dining table. Jordan's fork stopped in mid-air, and a pea fell back onto the plate with a "ding". At this moment, the sound of a key turning was heard from the front door.
Jonathan walked in carrying large and small packages, still carrying the cool night air.
"Where did you go today? Did you go on a date?" Lois immediately put on a gentle smile and began to care about their children's private life like most parents. Fortunately, Jonathan is not that kind of rebellious person.
"I went to church and bought some things."
Jonathan put the shopping bag on the ground and answered his itinerary honestly. Lois opened the shopping bag and found that there were no snacks or daily necessities inside.
In this heavy bag.
It is filled with statues of various gods.
Jesus, Buddha, Zeus, Odin, la, Vishnu------There are so many kinds. I'm afraid Jonathan bought all the statues of gods that can be found on the earth.
Lois, Jordan and Clark looked at Jonathan in confusion.
"What is this doing?"
Lois suspects that Jonathan has been defrauded.
Hear the words.
Jonathan scratched his head.
"I mainly think that there is no harm in believing in this thing as much as you believe." He showed his signature sunny smile, and his words had the effect of [silencing] others.
"Why is there still dad?"
Jordan silently took out a statue that was still a little warm from the bag.
"You must believe what Ian said. I think it makes sense. I even made love to him and you." Jonathan's response was deafening, but the statue he took out made the dining room quieter and quieter.
Maybe this is the family bond.
Kent Family people.
They do seem to be a little different.
Take a look.
Lois held the wine bottle again, and Rational Man was ready to start acting rationally.