Supergirl Kara! Death Reappears!

Don't get involved with Gotham.

You'll have bad luck.

Ever since crossing over, Ian had always kept this DC Universe survival guide firmly in mind.

"Dogs wouldn't even drink this. Here, Auntie, you drink it."

He pulled the straw from the cola he had taken a sip of, stuck it back in upside down, and shoved it into Kara's hand. Kara's brows were nearly twisted into hooks, and her expression remained indescribable.

She simply stared at Ian.

"Crunch, crunch~"

Other people's fried chicken always smelled better. Ian lowered his head and glanced into the bag again to see how many pieces were left. The hair on his forehead had fallen slightly apart, revealing his fair, rosy forehead.

Yes, fair with a rosy tint. Distinctive.

"There's... a bullet in your forehead." Before Kara could figure out why Ian had called her that, she noticed something strange about the odd boy in front of her.

She really should have noticed earlier.

But Kara's attention had been entirely on Ian's looks. Now that she took a closer look, she was stunned to find that the handsome kid had a large-caliber handgun bullet lodged in his forehead!

"A bullet? What a joke!"

"That's impossible. I run really fast. The security guards definitely couldn't have hit me." Ian ferociously dug into the fried chicken, and his starving body finally began to feel satisfied.

Clumsy auntie.

She was actually trying to interrupt his meal.

Truly wicked. Truly wicked.

"Does your head hurt?"

Kara's eye twitched, her expression becoming even stranger.

"It doesn't hurt."

Ian shook his head. Before Kara could react, he did not just take one bite—he took bite after bite, putting on a display of chewing the fried chicken, bones and all, before swallowing it.

"..."

Kara truly had not noticed that her food was rapidly disappearing.

She merely stared at Ian's forehead.

Finally.

Unable to identify what it was, Supergirl silently extended her lightning-fast hand.

She really was fast. Before the ravenous Ian could react, she pinched a metal bullet head out of his forehead with two fingers.

"I think you should feel pain... that would be normal."

Kara suspected this was some kind of prank, but after looking around, she could not find any cameras. After hesitating for a moment, she still handed the bullet head to Ian.

"Ah!?"

Ian stopped eating in shock.

Just as Kara thought Ian was about to panic, perhaps even roll his eyes back and faint on the spot—

"It's fake. It's all just your illusion. Auntie must have eaten poisonous mushrooms this morning." Ian stuffed the bullet head directly into his pocket, acting as if nothing had happened as long as he could not see it.

"??????"

Kara crouched down and picked up the bullet head that had fallen back out of Ian's torn pocket.

Seeing this, Ian said,

"Fine, you win. You've seen through the fact that I'm a noob." He remembered that when he had run some distance away, he had indeed looked back at the security guards who were shooting at him.

He had not expected there to really be a sharpshooter among people earning a monthly salary of 3,500.

"This really isn't a prank?"

Kara still wore that indescribable expression.

She suspected Ian had some special hidden camera that even her super vision could not detect. Well, even that explanation was still more reasonable than encountering someone who had been shot in the head with a large-caliber handgun and remained this calm.

"No prank. Just biological science. The Iron Head Technique must be at least somewhat scientific too. My forehead really is harder than the top of my skull." Ian stuffed the last piece of fried chicken into his mouth.

His absurd focus nearly made Kara lose it.

No!

Was that a normal person's reaction?

"If you like seeking attention, I can actually recommend my therapist to you. Don't misunderstand... I just think everyone is under a lot of pressure in modern society."

Kara truly could not hold it in any longer, though she still maintained decent manners. The moment she asked, Ian did not answer. He simply quickly handed over a certificate issued by a doctor.

"Ever since I stopped wearing a false mask recently, I've started to feel like I'm really close to recovering." Ian spoke earnestly, but Kara did not respond.

"..."

"..."

It was a silence in which they looked at each other without speaking.

Within the bizarrely quiet atmosphere, there was only the sound of Ian continuously eating the food Kara had bought—once the fried chicken was gone, there were still french fries. One bite, two bites, three or four bites, huge gluttonous mouthfuls.

Ian directly polished off the lavish fast-food meal worth over a hundred dollars.

"Ian Kent?"

Staring at the name on Ian's medical form, Kara, who had always been rather thick-skinned, suddenly widened her eyes. She seemed to finally realize why he had called her Auntie.

The fact that he remained lively after being struck by a bullet suddenly made sense—honestly, when Kara had left Krypton, her escape pod had been hit by the shockwave from Krypton's explosion and entered the Phantom Zone, where time and space were relatively frozen. She had been trapped there for twenty-four years. By the time she arrived on Earth still physically thirteen years old, her cousin had already become Earth's superhero.

A grown man, at that.

The older cousin had become the younger cousin.

Clark, already a grown man, had rescued her from the escape pod and entrusted her to the loving Danvers couple. She had lived in this city called National City ever since.

As for Clark's family... well, Kara only remembered attending Clark's wedding and hearing that he later had three lively, adorable children.

It was not that she and Clark were distant. In fact, Kara felt that she communicated with her older cousin quite frequently. She simply had not had much contact with his family.

There was a reason for that, and that reason—just then, Kara, whose expression had been normal moments before, suddenly clutched her head. She bent over as though she had a headache and let out a muffled groan.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

Ian hurriedly reached out to support the elder who was just a tiny bit taller than him. Her arm was remarkably soft, without any sign of muscle. A Kryptonian's bodily structure was absolutely one of the universe's greatest miracles.

"Don't call me Auntie... I'm not much older than you." Kara suddenly acted as though nothing had happened. After straightening up, she seemed to have forgotten what had just occurred.

"Okay, Auntie."

Ian nodded.

His gaze was somewhat puzzled.

He sensed that something was off.

Yet he could not say what was wrong.

"..."

Faced with Ian's incorrigibility, the somewhat frustrated Kara could only explain his deliberate misuse of the term as Clark having raised him well and placing more importance on understanding.

She had just been about to sigh.

Suddenly, her movements froze. Even her golden strands of hair hung motionless in midair, no longer drifting. The colors around her began to fade—the off-white walls, the dark gray corridor, the brownish floor—all of them became like paint diluted in water, peeling away layer by layer until only pale, colorless outlines remained.

Ian's nose caught a familiar fragrance.

"Boss Lady."

He turned around and saw that familiar figure, forcing him to become the Smiley Boy he hated most. The woman, still wearing Death Tessa's shell, leaned against the wall in a black dress.

Her eyes blazed.

Her expression also carried a trace of displeasure.

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

〔PS: I'm just a lowly nobody, so I'm still begging for the most crucial daily follow-up reads for this new book. As long as you big shots follow it daily during the new-book period, I'll do anything you ask.〕