Peerless Divine Weapon, Titan God

Good news.

He had finally become a pure-blooded Berserker.

Bad news.

[Blood Curse]

The negative status was gone, and so was the surging green energy beneath his skin. It was as if twice the happiness had vanished in an instant.

The chef stopped handing him soup, and Ian no longer dared to swing his knife.

"What upgrade?" The chef looked utterly confused.

"Another bowl?" Ian looked at the large barrel the chef had hurriedly moved away while he was feeling the effects of the upgrade. His hose could no longer reach it, because the chef had directly put an iron lid on the barrel.

"You liar! You don't deserve redemption or glory!" The chef looked like a bona fide lunatic, but he still had some brains. He had clearly noticed something was wrong with Ian.

"I'm not a liar, really. Just give me one more bowl, one bowl is enough. I'll pay, okay? Franklin, help me." Ian wanted to grind the negative status back.

He took out his money, only to discover that money sometimes lost its effectiveness. So he could only resort to "reasoning with people," using physical means to smash the thick glass in front of him.

Eight times the strength of an ordinary person.

Yet it only left a few white marks on it.

"This is bulletproof glass." The chef sneered.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Ian said nothing, merely continuing to smash the glass.

"Damn it! What kind of bulletproof glass is this? Missileproof glass or something?" Ian smashed at it for ages without breaking it and was left speechless. Then, across the window, he watched the chef grin strangely and nod.

It really was fucking missileproof glass.

What was this?

LexCorp black technology?

Before transmigrating, Ian would have cursed it out no matter what. But in the DC Universe, perhaps glass like this was perfectly reasonable.

That did not stop Ian from flying into a rage out of embarrassment.

"Fine, fine, fine! You couldn't have told me earlier? You like leaving things half-said, huh!"

He looked around.

Super Intelligence came online again, and with just one glance, it immediately found him a peerless divine weapon.

"Sorry, Cousin. I need your help getting rid of this evil. Even if you were conscious, I'm sure you'd forgive me! After all, this is to carry out the justice you uphold!"

Ian spotted his vacant-eyed cousin, grabbed Kara's calf with both hands, and lifted the invincible Kryptonian. He swore this was absolutely the best hammer in the world.

Like wielding a sledgehammer, Ian viciously smashed his cousin into the glass window.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

All he could say was that using his cousin to chum the waters—no, using his cousin to smash glass—sounded extraordinary enough on its own. The facts proved that the hardest substance in the world was not diamond.

It was a Kryptonian's head.

Crash—

The entire pane of bulletproof glass shattered instantly.

Whether Kara's head was truly that hard or LexCorp's product was simply substandard, Ian had successfully broken through the obstacle between himself and the Ten-Complete Tonic Soup.

"No!"

The chef was covered in shards of shattered glass.

However.

He still desperately shielded his large barrel.

"Stop! These sources of hope still need to be distributed to others! The construction of the new world needs it! It needs it!" The chef let out a warning roar at the approaching Ian.

Thump—

Ian skillfully swung Kara and sent him flying.

"You can't do this to me! I'm the Jesus of the new world! I'm going to change this world!" The chef was slammed into the wall, painfully screaming as he spat green blood.

"You should have become my warrior... Why did this happen? Why..." Every bone in the chef's body seemed broken. He looked like a frail mage who had never studied properly.

His body was too weak.

Gulp gulp gulp gulp!

Ian ignored the chef completely.

He directly hugged the large barrel and drank every drop of green soup.

Then came the oily green vegetables.

He devoured them all in the blink of an eye.

Those who understood a Berserker's appetite understood.

[Blood Curse]

[You are suffering from Fel Corruption. Experience +1]

Seeing the familiar status return, Ian let out a satisfied burp. He was in a good mood, and according to the Theory of Relativity, when one person was happy, someone else was definitely unhappy.

The chef was still vomiting blood. He slumped on the ground, trembling all over. The wrinkles on his face twisted into ravines of despair as he stared blankly at the empty soup barrel Ian had drained, his lips constantly quivering.

"No! It shouldn't be like this! You ruined my hope! You ruined this world's hope—they'll punish me! I don't want to... You... You'll be buried with me!"

The chef erupted in a heart-rending roar. The next second, his body suddenly expanded, only to collapse inward in an instant, as though some force were tearing him apart from within.

"AAAAAH!"

Amid his agonized screams.

"Behold—my dream!"

The chef's venomous voice filled the entire dining hall.

The next moment.

Boom!

Before Ian's eyes, this hunched counterfeit Gul'dan exploded like a balloon. Countless lights and shadows burst from his body, flashing so brightly that Ian was briefly blinded.

"Turning into light over one disagreement? Damn, did I become the villain?" Ian struggled to adjust to the intense light as the surrounding space seemed to twist continuously beneath its radiance.

The entire dining hall was like a sheet of paper crumpled by an invisible hand.

Then reshaped.

The whole space seemed to be dragged into a burning world. An incomparably enormous giant emerged from the light and shadows, its body mountain-sized, its cast shadow capable of covering vast stretches of land.

"I—am your god!"

A majestic whisper echoed between heaven and earth.

The giant that blotted out the sky resembled an ancient Titan. Its enormous eyes were like two blazing furnaces, spewing scorching flames as though everything within its sight could be reduced to ashes.

"Gulp..."

Ian looked at the colossal being before him.

He was slightly nervous.

But after seeing that his immortality buff still had several hours left, he calmed down again.

"Fuck, with my weight, I'm supposed to fight a BOSS? Why make it this exciting?" Ian searched his class panel for any skills that could save him in an emergency. At that moment, the Titan within the light and shadows raised its terrifying fist. Boundless power gathered as his—or rather, its—fist descended slowly toward Ian like a meteor.

The shockwave swept through the surroundings.

Its momentum was overwhelming.

It seemed ready to smash Ian directly into pulp.

"With my cousin and me together, we'll definitely slaughter it!" Ian launched a fearless charge. He truly was fearless as the seemingly slight mortal challenged the colossal god.

However.

Just as he swung Kara up, preparing to clash head-on with the Titan's fist—

Boom—!!!

A sonic boom suddenly erupted in the sky.

A red-and-blue figure dove down like a meteor.

Rumble!

The terrifying Titan was directly overturned onto the ground.

That man.

He arrived like a human cannon.

Declaring who was truly the one and only god in this world...

"I need an explanation."

Superman looked at the dumbfounded little son holding up his cousin with both hands.

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