The Flash looked up and met Superman's calm gaze, suddenly realizing that Clark might have known about Ian's unusual state all along.
Otherwise, Clark would never have been so calm.
"I will keep this a secret." Barry Allen and Superman locked eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly spoke up as if possessed.
The other party didn't mention it at all.
Yet he still managed to utter those words in a tense tone, not even knowing why he suddenly said them; perhaps it was because Superman's gaze was too intimidating.
"That would be best."
Superman nodded, his tone still calm. He turned to look at his youngest son. The lights of the underground base cast dappled shadows on Ian's perfectly still body. Ian was also in that strange state of being here, yet not here, somewhat similar to the abnormality Batman was currently experiencing.
"It can't be just a coincidence."
Thinking of what the Flash had just said, Clark couldn't help but ponder for a moment. Just then, as he tried to touch Ian again,
Or perhaps they only touched air.
The Flash couldn't help but ask.
"Has he always been like this? Ever since he was born and drinking milk?" It wasn't that he wanted to pry into Ian's secrets, but Barry Allen had always been very curious.
That's quite an imaginative idea.
He couldn't imagine that Ian, still a baby, would want to drink milk at midnight; wouldn't he just drink half of it and then vanish into nothingness?
It fell to the ground from Shanks's hands?
Superman clearly sensed the Flash's thoughts. He didn't want to spy on others' minds, but this new ability was currently passive, and he hadn't yet found a way to effectively control it.
He either has to turn off his Super Hearing, or turning Super Hearing on comes with this extra effect. Since he's not in Metropolis, Superman is indeed hesitant to turn off his Super Hearing.
"He wasn't like this since he was little. I only discovered it by chance, and I don't know when he developed this ability." Clark's gaze never left Ian on the ground.
"Accidental?"
Barry hesitated, his expression subtly shifting. He clearly suspected that Superman might also be a voyeur at home, using his super vision and hearing to monitor his three children.
This really goes too far in terms of protecting children's privacy.
In response to this...
How else could Superman respond? He knew he needed to salvage his reputation.
"If one day you saw your academically gifted, but somewhat eccentric, child secretly cutting their wrists in their room or the bathroom, I think you would also pay more attention to the child, just like I do." Clark had indeed started paying attention to Ian after he began experimenting with Ian abilities and performing self-healing in the bathroom.
On ordinary days.
He actually respected his eldest and youngest sons' privacy very much. As for Jordan, Clark tried his best to respect it, but the commotion Jordan caused every night was just too much.
God knows how many times his marital life with Lois was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Jordan making noise. The complex emotions Superman felt about this were something the Flash couldn't truly empathize with.
"I'm not even married yet, let alone have kids—" The Flash also longs to enter the grave of marriage, but he has been a complete bachelor for over thirty years.
Besides being too shy to confess his feelings to his childhood sweetheart, Barry Allen also had some unspeakable secrets. Let's put it this way...
He didn't know what caused the result.
The day lightning struck him.
It not only made him the Flash on land, but also the fastest man to "run" in his own bedroom, as the Speed Force always tends to gather where it shouldn't.
Barry Allen dared not tell anyone about this unspeakable secret.
"Believe in yourself, you'll reach this stage of life eventually," Superman responded softly, his gaze towards the Flash carrying a strange, unspoken meaning.
The Flash didn't realize what was happening.
"That is, if I can live to that stage."
He was also worried that his life could end at any moment. If Batman and Bruce failed in their fight against the Outer Universe Outer Universe, Flash felt that he was almost certain to be killed by it.
"You said that the life form residing within you had shown you kindness." Superman recalled the Flash's earlier description and suddenly asked.
The Flash nodded.
"Yes, but I think that kindness is very likely some kind of disguise."
He extended his arm, which was now free of scars.
certainly.
Although the mark has disappeared.
But he didn't believe the "curse" of Seven Days of Death had disappeared. Even though the boy said he didn't want to corrupt himself, who would believe the words of a stranger?
Having been tricked by well-intentioned strangers at least a dozen times, The Flash was hesitant to believe it.
"Not necessarily." Superman's attitude leaned more towards the fact that the truth still needed to be verified, and the image of the figure sitting on the throne that he had seen inside Bruce's body floated into his mind.
The other person's open heart was so pure that it contained not a trace of impurity.
The Flash glanced at Superman and sighed heavily. "I hope you're right, after all, we've had so many unlucky years."
I'm finally going to meet a good person someday.
"However, even if that boy wasn't lying to me, according to him, even if he didn't actively violate me, his world would eventually crush me."
Barry Allen sorted out his thoughts. It seemed that he was doomed to die anyway, it was just a matter of whether he died sooner or later, unless he could truly solve the problem within himself, which was to help that boy and that boy's universe find his home, which no one else knew was hidden in some mysterious place.
"If Bruce succeeds, he can definitely help you solve the problem." Superman glanced at Bruce, who was still locked in a fierce standoff and whose body was covered with more and more strange scars.
Those eerie scars were like many things hidden in the universe within Bruce's body, trying to escape, but for some reason, they couldn't truly attach themselves to anything other than Bruce.
What exactly is Bruce experimenting with?
The Flash, unaware of what Superman had just learned, asked a question. Superman, after organizing his thoughts, replied...
She told him what she had seen and heard.
" Bruce is using one form of pollution to fight another? No wonder he looked so serious before, he was going crazy again!" The Flash felt he probably wouldn't dare to make such a risky attempt.
He also looked at the Batman - Bruce's eyes on the hospital bed, which were bulging out several centimeters, looking like an abnormal face that only appears in horror movies.
"I can't even handle one type of pollution, let alone two—perhaps there are other ways, but let's save Bruce first."
Do you think Diana might have some way to preserve Bruce's soul, and then we can throw Bruce's body into the Incinerator, burning the universe within him along with it?
This may be the moment when Batman's true Little Black side begins to emerge.
"??????"
Superman couldn't help but glance at the serious-looking Flash several times.
"Let me try my method first." As a radical in dealing with Gotham Weirdo, he felt that the Flash, being a conservative, was indeed a bit too radical.
Have you thought of a solution?
The Flash temporarily abandoned his wild ideas.
"We can use the method Bruce used." As soon as he finished speaking, Superman vanished instantly. When he reappeared less than a second later, he was wearing a half-finished suit of armor.
The metal surface is etched with dense, non-ancient runes. Those runes look like little emojis, still writhing, as if little people are dancing on this suit of armor.
"Has this plan already been implemented?" The Flash recognized it as the [ Ultimate Armor ] that Batman had developed a few years ago, which was said to be able to withstand the riots of the entire Justice League.
"It's only a work in progress, but I hope the runes on it are really magical runes." Superman walked straight to the warehouse and casually dismantled the keypad door that the Flash had been trying to crack for weeks without success.
The saying "a brick flies when it's strong" illustrates this principle.
If you have enough strength, you can tear down the entire wall, including the combination lock. When Clark came out again, he was holding a test tube labeled "[Highly Toxic Substance]".
It contained some kind of red liquid that had not yet solidified.
"Fighting pollution with pollution?"
The Flash stared at the vial of substance.
"Is the sample you have another source of contamination?"
He thought even Superman could go crazy.
Superman did not give a direct answer, but calmly walked back to the bedside. He placed his hand on Bruce's chest again, and his empathy once again carried his consciousness across the boundary between reality and illusion.
at the same time.
Still trapped in reality, the Flash moves back and forth between Batman in his hospital bed and Superman deep in thought, knowing he can't offer much help at this moment.
"The recent major events are getting more and more bizarre and outlandish." The Flash sighed, feeling that the Speedster was a bit out of touch with the times. He sat down in a chair and waited quietly.
"The rich really know how to enjoy life."
Finding the chair too comfortable, The Flash checked the price of the same chair online and was once again struck by its six-figure price tag, reminding him once again of the all-powerful nature of money.
Not only can it enhance combat power, it can also better protect the lumbar spine. Sitting in a chair thinking about such boring things for a while, you can tell how idle the Flash is right now.
He didn't dare leave easily to go back to his city to find his friends. Time ticked by, with only the ventilation system of the underground base humming softly.
Just as the Flash was getting ready to find something to do, like cleaning up the underground base...
suddenly.
" Superman's child is not behaving properly."
The familiar boy's voice echoed in his mind once again.
The Flash was taken aback at first.
A response was then given, somewhat taken for granted.
" The Justice League knows that Superman's three sons are all in bad shape. His father said he's always been like this, so he shouldn't need you to save him." The Flash frowned, wondering what tricks the Dream Boy, who had suddenly appeared at this moment, was up to. He was taking precautions against the Dream Boy's possible alarmist talk.
The voice in my head sighed.
"He doesn't need me to save him, but the world he's invading might need your help." Following up on what the Flash had said, the Dream Boy brought up something that the Flash hadn't expected.
"What's the meaning?"
The Flash paused for a moment.
It wasn't just because he didn't understand what the Dream Boy meant, but also because he found that he couldn't find a broom in the base, only a dozen or so robotic vacuum cleaners.
"Although I can't sense his specific situation, I'm quite certain he's currently invading some universe." The Dream Boy said.
The Flash discovered that scars had reappeared on his arm.
It's clear that the other side has begun to re-examine this world.
"Huh? Speak clearly, don't be Riddler like Bruce." The Flash was shocked; compared to the abnormality in his arm, he was clearly more concerned about the Dream Boy's information-rich statement.
"I think I've made myself clear. You've already experienced it before, haven't you? Using pollution to fight pollution. Batman had already tried it once before experimenting on himself." The boy's voice carried an unprecedented seriousness, reflecting his understanding that Batman never took risks lightly.
"!!!!?????" The Flash's pupils widened violently, his shock overflowing, his eyes almost bulging out like Batman's. He suddenly remembered the test tube in Superman's hand, those mysterious " Purification Fluid," and even Wonder Woman's Lasso of Truth.
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"No wonder Clark was so secretive, it seems I've finally found the truth!" The Flash has always been the most imaginative superhero in the Justice League.
His voice echoed through the underground base.
After looking at Superman, who was frozen in place like Bruce, with surprise and uncertainty, the Flash felt that he was gradually making sense of everything. He shuddered and immediately covered his mouth.
"I don't know anything. Stop trying to mislead me. Please shut up. I don't want to be silenced by Superman. I've hit him once, and I never want to hit him again."
The Flash didn't want to speculate on what Superman might do to conceal the truth; he only knew that the jaw he'd been hit in during his last fight with Superman ached every year.
oh.
And when he discovered that even in his Speed Force form, Superman could still keep up with his speed, he was horrified and fell to the ground on his buttocks. Nobody wants that buttocks to be smashed into pieces.
"You're such a coward."
The Dream Boy couldn't help but make a comment.
"You could go over and try touching him."
The boy then made his own request.
"I can't touch him at all!"
The Flash responded helplessly in his heart.
In response to this...
The Dream Boy is not strange.
That's because you didn't have my help.
He simply gave a confident emphasis with a calm and collected demeanor.
What are you up to?
The Flash gritted his teeth, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty.
"I'm just curious, is Superman's son really helping your universe invade other universes?" Dream Boy, of course, didn't believe the Flash's previous wild idea.
He felt that Ian might be a conqueror chosen by the DC Universe itself.
"You're definitely plotting something bad. I won't let your scheme succeed. Don't even think about lying to me into agreeing to anything." The Flash was indeed quite wary.
The brief silence in his mind made him increasingly uneasy.
As expected.
After the silence came the Dream Boy's sudden soft chuckle.
"Do you remember me saying I'm really, really bad?" His words sent a chill down Barry's spine. The next second, his consciousness went black as if struck by a heavy hammer.
It was as if he had been struck by a blunt object.
Barry Allen's consciousness instantly went dark.
After an unknown amount of time, the Flash slowly awoke. He was horrified to find himself crouching next to Ian, his hands eerily passing through the boy's translucent body.
What did you do!?
The Flash was terrified that his actions might cause problems for Ian, because not only would he be unable to forgive himself, but the most powerful man on Earth would also be unable to forgive him.
"That shouldn't be!"
The boy in my mind exclaimed in disbelief.
He seemed to have tried something but failed. Before the Flash could even recover from his daze, all the scars on his arm suddenly lit up!
Countless streams of light surged from the scars, flowing towards Ian's body as if drawn by a force. Barry felt an unprecedented sense of relief—even his previously sluggish Speed Force returned to normal!
However.
He wasn't happy about it.
This joy was fleeting.
There was nothing he could do; the Flash had witnessed a complete cosmic phantom peeling away from his body, like a star map slowly unfurled by an invisible hand, suspended in mid-air.
At first, it was just a tiny glimmer of light in the darkness.
Then it suddenly expanded, and galaxies surged out from it, with spiraling nebulae, burning stars, and tranquil dark matter belts all flowing across the veil of nothingness.
This projection of the universe is not static; it is being pulled by some invisible force, its edges rippled and twisted, as if being sucked into an invisible vortex.
Yes.
A universe.
At this moment, he entered Ian's illusory body. His figure was also hazy, yet it generated gravity like a black hole, with the phantom of the universe frantically converging into his body.
"Is this going to turn the invasion of me into the invasion of Ian?!" The Flash was horrified. He could almost see the future where Superman was forcing his head into the Earth's interior.
"Damn it! What are you doing?!"
The Flash screamed in terror at the boy in the afterimage.
However.
A mysterious boy.
Franklin Richards, however, looked even more terrified than he did.
"I don't know! This guy's going to eat us!" The boy's voice was filled with fear of the unknown. "Help me! The Flash! Help us!"
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This is the support of the T-shaped pillar of the Ba Chuang Zheng ū Kou Li Yi Jian Bei Qi, the root of the four people's monthly magazine, the insult of the 0 labor child, the creation of the flower, the mouth of the soil center, the labor child's cry for help, it doesn't sound like acting at all.
The Mysterious Boy in the dream was indeed emitting a sharp, explosive sound.
"This is the DC Universe! It's the DC Universe!!! How could Superman's son be—no! His true nature is terrifying! I need to escape further, help me—"
The Dream Boy's abrupt scream echoed throughout the underground base.
It disappeared without a trace very quickly.
Along with the entire incomplete universe he carried.
Ian's journey this time was far longer than any other. He didn't immediately descend into the Marvel Universe, but rather seemed to first traverse a void. There was no fixed ground, no clear direction, only endless light, shadow, sound, and images flowing around him.
All the images floated in all directions, above and below, overlapping and intersecting with each other, like fragments of a giant storybook, each "showing" a story familiar to Ian.
In the first square, Homelander stands atop a tower, looking down upon all living beings, his golden battle robes fluttering in the wind. He is declaring to everyone that he is the sun of United States, not to be looked at directly.
In the second square, Omni-Man, dressed in his superhero uniform, with bulging muscles and a determined gaze, coldly looks down at the humans below, his deep voice echoing in the void.
"You have no idea what true power is."
The vertical cultivation, like rain, was filled with the summer shadows, and the walking lanterns and boats pulled the village, a majestic and heavy sky, high up, merging with the righteous anger, like a horse's clothes, also styled old lead, extinguishing it to the point of no return, Voldemort's pale face reflected a cold light.
"I can't wait to break this damn frame!" And Ian's rival Deadpool is frantically smashing non-existent "glass" windows amidst the "comic book panel"-like images.
Ian watched all of this unfold. He had never experienced such a long journey before. In the past, it was always a "flash in the pan," but this time it felt like he was stuck at some kind of boundary, leaving him in a daze.
These sounds intertwined.
It's like a symphony that transcends dimensions.
The sound kept ringing in Ian's ears. He tried to reach out and touch it, but found that his body was still falling, as if being pulled by some force through this void.
And at that very moment...
[ Extra Dimension data has been added and is being parsed.]
You have come into contact with an unknown supernatural substance; a new job template has been unlocked.
You can obtain a revised version of the extraordinary profession, [ Mutation Overlord ], by fulfilling the necessary requirements for the profession.
[ Mutation Overlord: All that exists and mutates will become your subjects; all that possesses potential will be blessed. You will become the endless king who transcends multiple realities in the rhapsody of evolution.]
You are the emperor of genes, the end of life's evolution!
An unexpected system notification.
This caught Ian off guard once again.
What's going on?
Ian completely failed to understand why he was getting new professions and additional data from other Extra Dimension free in the Void Zone.
He checked his Extra Dimension and found that they hadn't changed at all.
What happened?
Before Ian could even grasp the meaning of those words, the scene before him suddenly distorted, all the images shattering like glass, second by second.
His feet slammed heavily onto the solid ground.
Gentle sunlight streamed down.
Ian looked around.
He found himself standing on a bustling street. High-rise buildings stood all around, cars streamed by, and pedestrians hurried past, seemingly unaware of his sudden appearance.
"I've successfully gotten stuck in Marvel again! It scared me half to death. I thought Marvel didn't love me anymore." Ian saw Stark Tower and was just about to go ask his New Tony, about this time.
A violent explosion interrupted his thoughts. It was as if every time Ian appeared in the Marvel Universe, he was greeted by a catastrophic event happening around him.
With a deafening roar, at the end of the street, a car was overturned, flames shooting skyward. People screamed and scattered in panic, and in the center of the chaos...
A huge green figure is climbing up the exterior wall of a building at an astonishing speed.
"It's Lizard!"
Ian recognized the figure causing the destruction; the Lizard's sharp claws dug into the concrete, his thick tail lashing out as he let out a hoarse roar and lunged in a certain direction.
"Don't do that, we can talk. Can't we sit down and have a cup of tea first?" The other party was a red and blue figure, nimbly dodging the Lizard's attack with a flick of spider silk.
" Gwen got a new outfit? The classic style?"
Ian quickly dismissed this idea as soon as he had it, because he saw that Spider-Man's frontal appearance was unremarkable, completely different from Gwen nature.
"The second Spider-Man!"
Ian was utterly astonished.
He still remembered how he had taken down a Peter Parker and how he had gained the ability to Mimicry spiders because of some incident. He never imagined that a second Spider-Man would emerge in New York.
"Hey, big lizard! Your new look is nice, but damaging public property will get you a fine!" Spider-Man's teasing voice rang out as he dodged the attack with a classic landing pose.
"Want to eat my fart? Sorry, no stock today." This Spider-Man is clearly a chatterbox, while fighting the Lizard Mutant.
They launched a mental attack on the Lizard Mutant.
"Peter Parker - the second Peter Parker, the chatterbox Peter Parker -" Ian's eyes narrowed slightly, his handsome face filled with disbelief.
His Super Brain easily figured out what was happening.
"Help! Monster!"
"Run! Run!"
The panicked crowd scattered and fled, some fell, some cried out, and the whole block was in complete chaos. As they passed Ian, some people suddenly paused, then turned back.
"It's Superman! Superman is here! We're saved!" The survivors of the Spider Mutant incident recognized Ian, and this shout instantly ignited the fleeing crowd.
" Superman? The world's first superhero?!" Spider-Man's spider-sense didn't raise an alarm, but his ears perked up, keenly catching this keyword.
He dodged the Lizard's attack with a backflip and looked in the direction the crowd was heading. There he saw a boy, about ten years old, suddenly levitate in mid-air with his hands on his hips.
The sunlight shone on him.
It seemed to be coated with a sacred glow.
"Yes, that's right, that's right, I am Superman." Ian was completely energized, and he couldn't have been happier. Sure enough, even people in the Marvel Universe could see his Superman Family bloodline.
This wasn't Ian hacking his own father's account; it was the people who spontaneously called him Superman, and with the public's overwhelming support, Ian had no choice but to "reluctantly" step forward.
"You guys are really good at manipulating me, but I like this kind of hero blackmail. With me here, everyone's safe and sound!" He loudly proclaimed, a wild grin spreading across his face.
All eyes were on Ian, and the Lizard Mutant clearly sensed something was wrong. He growled, somewhat fearful, and turned to run away.
"You're not getting away! I, Superman, will not allow any evil creature to become a lawless outlaw!" Ian vanished suddenly, and the next second he descended from the sky.
"Boom!"
He stomped the Lizard directly into the cracked asphalt road.
The ground collapsed instantly, creating a large crater.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
"Good afternoon, everyone." Ian saw someone taking pictures with their phone and immediately flashed his standard hero's smile, even striking a pose for the camera.
The Lizard struggled frantically at his feet, but Ian's feet were like a mountain, unmoving.
"Let me go!!!"
The Lizard's impotent rage.
It opened its blood-red maw, ready to bite.
Ian stuffed his arm into his mouth, breaking more than a dozen of his mutated teeth. In his agony, all he saw was Ian pull out a tube of super glue and stick it back into his mouth.
The Lizard, of course, wanted to resist.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
The difference in strength between the two sides is simply too great.
When the super glue comes into play.
"Ugh-Ugh ugh ugh!!!"
The Lizard's roar instantly turned into a muffled groan.
"Is this what the world's first superhero is capable of?" Spider-Man, who had been dodging flying debris, has finally returned to the battlefield.
However, the battle was already over.
It was an instant kill.
He stared in disbelief, muttering to himself.
"Hey, Spider Boy, want to chat?" Ian noticed him, beckoning with a smile. Peter hesitated for a moment, but still swung down on his web to Ian's side.
"Uh, Mr. Superman, thank you for your help, but this guy is actually my—well, mutated mentor." Peter scratched his head, his tone a little awkward.
"I know, I know."
Ian waved his hand, looking completely understanding.
"No one understands mutation better than me; I am the King of Mutation."
He said this with great confidence. Although he didn't know why he had gotten a new job, he still had a new topic of conversation that could support him in terms of mutation.
certainly.
He hasn't unlocked this new profession yet.
"Oh, no, it's the Mutation Overlord." Ian checked his unlocked class information and corrected himself. Unlocking this class required collecting the blood of 12 mutated individuals.
"As expected, my luck is at its peak." Ian looked at the Lizard at his feet and the Spider-Man in front of him. Of course, he wouldn't let go of these two opportunities that were delivered to his doorstep.
"I need you to help me mutate!" With that, he bent down, pulled an oversized syringe from his pocket, and plunged it into the Lizard's arm.
"Hiss-one!!!"
The Lizard thrashed wildly, but Ian slapped his head down.
"Don't move, it's just a blood draw," Ian muttered as he drew blood. "I don't like Mimicry a lizard, so I'm not killing you. You've really hit the jackpot this time."
You must remember my kindness.
Ian offered a friendly reminder.
"Ughhhh!!!"
The Lizard continued to struggle.
Seeing that the other party was still not behaving himself, Ian sighed and punched the Lizard in the forehead.
Thump!
The world is peaceful now.
Spider-Man:
He silently took half a step back.
After Ian finished drawing blood, he looked at the green liquid in the test tube with satisfaction, then turned and stared at Spider-Man. Spider-Man seemed to understand what was going on from Ian's gaze.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Spider-Man looked around and lowered his voice. He didn't want to be pinned to the ground and have his blood drawn in public.
"No problem." Ian nodded, picked up the Lizard who was bound like a giant dumpling, then grabbed Spider-Man and soared into the sky.
We arrived directly at an empty alleyway.
The speed was too fast.
This is a bit too exciting for Spider-Man.
"Come on, give me some of your blood, I'll pay you." Ian pulled out a wad of cash, eager to try his luck, while Spider-Man, still somewhat shaken, looked on with a hint of helplessness.
"Mr. Superman, you're the Evil God Gwen mentioned, right?" Spider-Man hesitated slightly before finally asking tentatively.
Ian was taken aback, then proudly puffed out his chest. "That's right, it's me! You should call me Evil God Lord! I knew it, you must have taken Gwen as your master."
"Stop calling me Superman, call me Evil God Lord, I like that title too." Today, the Evil God, who doesn't usually tell the truth, chose to boast about his Super Brain.
In response to this...
Spider-Man fell silent for a moment.
I didn't know how to respond.
Please give me some blood.
Ian spoke again, full of anticipation.
"So, you're here to rescue Ms. Gwen? Ms. Gwen's condition isn't very good right now—" Seeing Ian's expression, Spider-Man decisively chose to follow his heart.
He exposed his arm, allowing Ian to draw a small vial of his blood.
certainly.
Spider-Man also accepted Ian's money.
After all, selling blood is quite common in America.
Of course, I feel perfectly justified in taking it.
What happened to Gwen?
After putting away the second sample of mutant blood, Ian asked the question. In his memory, Gwen was always either already injured or on her way to be injured, so he didn't seem too surprised.
certainly.
This time might be an exception.
All I saw was...
She's dying.
Spider-Man is known for his outrageous and thought-provoking statements.
In short.
This left Ian stunned.