The Meticulous Boy! Calling for Superhero Aid!

The gains from getting smashed into a human fracture were quite sweet. Even as Ian grimaced in pain, he felt deeply gratified inside. Lying on the ground, he activated [Self-Healing Tide].

It had to be said, this skill was as useful as ever. In an instant, a scorching force pumped from his heart through all four limbs and every bone in his body. His fractured bones made faint cracking sounds.

The ruptured blood vessels and bones reconnected like sprouting vines.

It was as though countless "self-healing factors" were moving through his marrow, piecing the fragments back together. His muscle fibers writhed like living things, while his torn tendons were woven and stitched together by invisible hands.

Other than feeling increasingly hungry, Ian only felt as though he had returned to peak condition. If there had not been so many people in the hospital, he would have gone upstairs and jumped a few more times no matter what.

After going back and forth a few times, he could grind up the level of [Berserker].

"I told you, the DC Universe needs its own Deadpool!" Ian became even more eager to obtain a long-lasting blessing. He wondered what price he would have to pay in exchange for that kind of happiness.

"I'm bouncing around again, hehe."

Very soon.

Ian was able to spring straight up from the ground. Amid the shocked cries of the gawking crowd, his newly regrown legs carried him toward the hospital entrance as fast as a V8 engine.

He had no choice.

He had to run.

Ian knew himself well. This was not just a joke—he clearly understood that if the doctors caught him, he might, perhaps, probably fail the hospital's psychiatric evaluation.

"It's all because I was contaminated by an Evil Spirit!"

Ian was starving.

He looked around.

There was still time.

Even though he had stopped halfway to shove two dollars bearing a child's fingerprints into the kid's hand before snatching the child's chocolate, the doctors and nurses taking the elevator downstairs still did not even catch a whiff of him.

By the time those people reached the outside of the building—

Ian had already vanished onto the street outside the hospital.

He was as fast as the wind.

That described his speed perfectly.

"Where's the organ... no, where's that boy?" The doctors and nurses stared at the crushed landscaping, their ears filled with passersby discussing a "medical miracle."

"That kid twitched a few times on the ground, then suddenly jumped up and ran like a zombie coming back to life! Could the apocalypse be coming? Maybe he's already become the original zombie!"

That was the opinion of a gaming enthusiast.

"Sixth floor! I watched him fall from the sixth floor! I don't know who pushed him down! Thank God for His blessing! He performed a miracle and saved that poor little boy!"

There were even people dressed like priests trying to use the event to preach.

"Doctor, was that big brother some kind of secret bioengineered human you created? He even paid me when he stole my chocolate! I was so moved that I didn't dare move at all!"

The boy who spoke next clutched the two dollars in his hand, suspecting they were counterfeit.

"??????"

How should they put it?

The doctors and nurses had heard it all. Perhaps they now understood what a miracle was—but where was the medicine? Where was the medicine? The doctors and nurses looked at one another.

Very soon.

Amid their confusion and absurd disbelief, they saw the familiar boy running back from the distance.

"Hiss! He's really alive!"

The nurses and doctors were stunned.

They stood there.

They watched Ian, who had miraculously survived—no, to be precise, should have been called resurrected—return with a hammer in hand, run past them, and charge into the hospital building behind them.

The boy hurried along as though he had something urgent to do.

"Is he going to take revenge on whoever pushed him down?"

Everyone wanted to follow him inside and see what was happening. Someone made that guess, but none of the doctors or nurses dared say a word. They feared that if they revealed the truth—that Ian had jumped on his own—no one would believe them.

Bang, bang, bang~

Something was being smashed apart one after another.

Before the doctors and nurses, whose brains had short-circuited, could figure out what was happening, they saw Ian emerge again in tattered clothes, carrying a pile of surveillance hard drives. He smashed the drives with his hammer as he ran.

Security personnel chased after him.

"Biubiubiu~"

Even though Ian did not have a limited-edition skin—

The security guards had guns, and they really drew them. They really fired. Yet Ian twisted and dodged with the agility of a loach, and his running speed was not slowed or hindered in the slightest.

"Superboy! He has to be a superpowered person!"

"God! What did I just see?!"

"Father! Take your hand off my son's butt first!"

While everyone stood there dumbfounded, Ian had already dashed through the hospital entrance again. He left behind only the petrified medical staff, who stared wide-eyed, completely unable to process what had happened.

After a long while.

"Destroying evidence! This kid really is—meticulous! Too meticulous!" Someone was the first to voice that heartfelt sentiment. Only then did they begin to realize why Ian had returned.

That was right.

Ian had returned to erase the surveillance footage he had left behind. Honestly, even if Ian really exposed how unusual he was, being captured and sent to a laboratory was probably not something he had much chance of experiencing.

After all, his father was Superman.

Without a title restriction, he was the God of Mankind. As for if he did have one, it was better left unmentioned... And on his mother's side, he had a general for a grandfather. How was that not America's true flagship?

Of course, with world recognition hanging over him like a sword, nothing could be said for certain. He still had to be cautious where caution was needed. That was why Ian had returned and bought a hammer along the way.

"That hateful woman, that fake Death Tessa, fooled me so badly!" Ian knew who should pay for today's events, though he only dared think about it in his heart.

Settling accounts with that woman?

Even a Berserker should not go around feeding kills.

Ian knew the limits of his own abilities. At most, he could ensure that Metropolis General Hospital would not come after him for compensation over its various damaged properties.

Time passed.

In the afternoon.

Inside an apartment building somewhere.

Kara Danvers, enjoying her rare vacation, returned to her residence carrying a paper bag. Inside were the fried chicken and French fries she had been especially craving that day.

"Catching up on recent shows while eating tender, juicy fried chicken and French fries—this vacation life is simply wonderful!" Kara Danvers was in fairly good spirits because she was off work.

However.

Her good mood lasted only until she stepped into the apartment lobby.

As Kara entered, a boy with holes in his clothes and dead leaves on his head ran out from the stairwell. He raised a hand and tried to snatch the paper bag of food from her.

"Don't think I'm easy to bully just because I'm a girl. You dare commit robbery in broad daylight?" Kara dodged his sneak attack, frowned, and glared sternly at the boy.

Facing this food robber, although he was very fast, Kara was far faster. Every movement he made looked like slow motion to her.

"I'm really starving. If those old hospital security guards hadn't made me drop my coins, I definitely would've supported myself." The boy showed her his pocket, which had holes in it.

Then he immediately reached for the fragrant fast food again.

"Hospital security guards ganged up on you?" Kara dodged again. At first, she had thought she had run into a handsome delinquent and considered going a little easier when teaching this good-looking young man a lesson.

However.

"Cousin Aunt, let me have one bite. Just one bite." The moment the boy spoke, Supergirl, who secretly liked to boast that she was the second strongest person in the world, froze on the spot as if she had suffered a critical hit.

She had been instantly defeated!

"Who are you calling Cousin Aunt?!"

The bewildered Kara felt her head buzzing.

Thus, Ian seized the opportunity and successfully snatched the food from her hand. Facts proved that a mere Kryptonian Super Brain could not compare to Ian's brain operating just a little.

Of course.

Even wise Ian had a nemesis.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! It's Penguin Cola! Gotham Wastewater!" He was afraid that drinking Gotham water would turn him into one of Gotham's ghosts. Who knew whether the Joker Virus even existed?