Dad! I Almost Didn't Recognize You!

Yellow sand swirled into a vortex beneath Clark's feet, while dark red mist rose from the scorched earth—the industrial-style dining room had become a scene from another world beneath the warped light and shadows.

Clark wore his classic suit.

He simply stared deeply at his youngest son. ...

Ian usually did not panic.

Facing his parents was an exception.

And, as luck would have it, his old man was currently staring at him with a stern expression. Of course, the good news was that Ian did not need to worry about being attacked by the Heat Vision in Superman's eyes.

That was far better treatment than most villains received. The bad news, however, was that even though Ian could come clean now, he still had a hard time explaining why he had been using Kara as a hammer.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Ian instinctively tried to hide his cousin aunt behind his back, but she was simply too long. His not-so-broad back could not conceal her at all.

In fact, even if he could hide her, it would have been meaningless.

It was just a reflex.

"Superman! You're late! As a member of the public, I'm the one who deserves an explanation!" Recalling the news he had watched last night, Ian quickly chose to strike first.

He pretended to be an ordinary civilian who could not even tell whether Superman was handsome. It was a perfectly reasonable disguise, and Ian felt that he was showing great respect for DC Universe tradition.

However.

It might not have been very effective when used by Ian. ?????

The veins on Clark's forehead visibly bulged, and his fists clenched tightly. Clearly, if he did not have a habit of refraining from hitting children, Ian would have seen the Coach belt he had hidden away.

"Ian, this isn't funny."

Superman gritted his teeth, his voice low and magnetic.

"Hiss, Superman even knows my name... Tsk, tsk, I knew superheroes had to be hiding some kind of child fetish..." Ian's acting skills, inherited from his desk mate, were clearly not convincing enough.

He watched his father's face turn increasingly livid.

"Uh, I knew Madison's Madison's Acting Method was unreliable!"

Ian's heart skipped a beat. He did not dare continue smearing his father's image. After swallowing hard, he suddenly raised a hand and pointed behind Clark.

"Look! That Titan giant got back up!" Ian cried out. This was not some flying saucer routine—he had genuinely spotted something that could distract Clark.

A colossal figure, vast enough to blot out the sky, slowly rose to its feet. It looked exactly like Sargeras from Ian's memories. Its expression was furious, and although its body had shrunk considerably, it still radiated suffocating pressure.

Rumble!

The Titan's terrifying fist smashed toward the culprit who had overturned it.

It was launching a sneak attack.

It did not even stir the wind.

However.

Bang!

Clark was not surprised by Ian's warning at all.

He did not even turn around. He merely braced one hand behind him, and the ancient Titan from another world's truck-sized fist was firmly stopped in midair.

The visual impact was immense.

"Mortal!"

The Titan roared.

It found itself seemingly unable to move.

Clark ignored the struggle behind him entirely. His eyes remained fixed on his youngest son, making Ian, who was already somewhat guilty, feel his scalp tingle.

"Just as expected of Superman! Looks like I'm not needed here anymore..." Beneath the stocking over his head, Ian forced a smile and quietly set Kara down.

As though he were putting down a statue.

He even brushed the dirt off Kara's body, all of it evidence of his "crime" of using her as a hammer to smash things everywhere. Now, he silently cleaned it all away.

What was this called?

It was called destroying the evidence!

Ian had already begun leaving himself an escape route.

"Ian, I'm your father, Clark Kent." Superman had never been this speechless in his life. His voice was now so low it nearly rivaled Batman's tone.

Perhaps to vent his frustration, Clark turned around, floated into the air, and threw several savage punches at the Titan behind him, hammering it straight into a mountain embedded in the earth's veins.

Rubble flew everywhere. The scene looked remarkably like domestic violence, to the point that Ian, who had originally intended to curse loudly, only dared to speak softly after brushing pebbles off his face.

"What an awful Superman! Pretending to be my kind and loving father!" Ian looked around for a moment, yet could not find any direction in this "real illusion" where he could flee.

There was scorched earth and lava everywhere.

There was absolutely nowhere for a tactical retreat.

Actually, he had an idea.

As long as he could run away.

Then he could certainly fabricate a perfect story about a Changeling impersonating him. Never underestimate a writer's abilities—Ian believed he could definitely invent a vivid and convincing plot.

"Stop playing dumb, Ian!" Superman emerged from the dust, residual red light still lingering in his eyes, making him look intensely murderous.

Ian could not help shrinking his neck.

"Glasses... Clark... put on your glasses..." Perhaps because the chef had already vanished, Kara was gradually waking up as well. She shook her head and reminded Clark.

Supergirl felt that she had figured out some of her nephew's tricks.

She still remembered what had just happened.

So.

She offered Ian some of her "affection." !!!!

Ian felt betrayed.

Damn cousin aunt!

He watched Superman pull out his glasses with a confused expression and put them on—it was truly impossible to keep playing dumb now. Ian could only hurriedly slap his forehead as though enlightenment had struck him.

"Oh! My God! My dad is actually Superman! I couldn't recognize him without his glasses! That's so amazing!" After taking several steps back, Ian drew a deep breath.

"I have to tell Jonathan and Jordan this wonderful news!"

He changed his strategy.

He activated threat mode.

His father very much did not want the children to discover this secret. Ian knew that, because he was a fake prophet and had his old man's personality completely figured out.

... Superman's temples throbbed.

"You should first figure out how to explain to your mother why you didn't come home on time again today!" Clark gritted his teeth, turned around, and once more unleashed Heat Vision wildly at the Titan behind him.

Redirecting his anger.

Superman understood emotional management too.

It was just that the enormous Titan, roaring continuously beneath the Heat Vision, suffered terribly.

"Lowly mortal! You cannot stop our rebirth! You will eventually become one of us!" The Titan's roar echoed through the sky, but its threat had no effect.

Superman's Heat Vision seemed to grow even fiercer.