What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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His words made Thor, who was already dumbfounded, almost pop his eyes out. No, he's the God of Thunder, not the God of Electricity or an electric rat that can work at a power plant!

I was internally ranting and raving.

However, as Thor watched Ian's increasingly suspicious and somewhat restless eyes, he subconsciously shuddered and chose to live rather than follow his heart or lie.

"This idea... is brilliant, no need to say more." Thor swallowed hard, glancing nervously at Ian. His praise caused a dramatic change in Ian's facial expression.

"Completely cured! Discharged from the hospital! I really am a miracle doctor!"

Ian happily helped Thor free himself from his restraints, and as he helped the Asgardian prince up, he thoughtfully brushed the dirt and debris off the prince's body.

Simultaneously.

He also put away conventional medical instruments such as chainsaws, bone drills, skull forceps, amputation knives, and bone chisels, and personally returned Thor's Mjolnir to Thor.

The moment this double-dealing hammer touched its owner's skin, a tiny electric current crackled and pulsed between them, as if protesting the humiliating experience of being used to strike the knee.

"Why did I have to go through all this?" Thor looked at the hammer in his hand, his feelings were very complicated. He couldn't understand why Ian was qualified to pick up his hammer. Wasn't the way to determine whether someone was qualified to use a hammer to see if they were qualified to be the King of Asgard?

At this moment.

Even Thor couldn't figure out this rather philosophical question.

Ian's chatter kept ringing in his ears.

"Think about it, the power of lightning isn't just for fighting monsters and showing off."

“I’ll provide the creative ideas, you provide the lightning, and we’ll split the profits 50/50. I’ve even thought of a name: ‘Thunder Power Kent Group,’ focusing on clean energy, green energy, and future energy!”

"Later, I tried my best to improve my skills, to super-evolve, so that the company could be opened in my world. At that time, my factory's electricity supply would definitely be guaranteed."

"And we won't be held hostage by the Wayne Group, who are jealous of my cheap labor." Ian's grand plan is indeed grand enough, as he actually wants to transmit electricity across universes to the DC Universe.

“We can start by developing home lightning charging stations. I’ve even thought of the advertising slogan: ‘Thor’s Electricity, which prolongs your life more than collecting Odin’s beard and putting it under your pillow.’” Ian had already pulled out his homemade PPT and projected it on the wall. Perhaps, there always needs to be a capitalist with such a big enough ambition in the world.

Since my intelligence doubled.

Ian's thinking speed had indeed become much more agile. As for why intelligence didn't increase his wisdom level, Ian now understood: it must be because his wisdom was limited from birth.

Nothing more can be added!

"No??? You want to use my father's beard to swindle an old man in the countryside???" Thor was shocked to hear this, and his eyes were filled with terror as he looked at Ian.

“If it really works, then it’s not a scam.” Ian solemnly emphasized that he was a capitalist with a conscience and would never make false claims when designing products.

"..."

Thor seemed to see the tragic life his poor father might face after being targeted by an evil god. He really couldn't understand why Ian had so many wicked "ghostly" ideas today.

"If I agree to let you start an electric company, will you spare my father?" Thor looked pitifully at the evil god, making the evil god feel like he had become the big villain.

This filial son truly has a heart full of filial piety.

"That project was just something I mentioned casually. Don't worry, I'm not greedy for money. If your father doesn't agree, I certainly won't force him."

Ian was moved by the other person.

He made concessions.

Thor, on the other hand, was hesitant to imagine what would happen if Ian didn't compromise. He was still somewhat dazed from the "Thor's Fall."

"Why did you move these batteries in front of me?" Thor looked at the busy Ian, and he had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the god of mischief spoke up again.

“Believe in your potential, dear God of Thunder. Let’s start by charging these little guys. Once they’re proficient, we’ll have the new Tony tell the congressmen that he’s discovered a perpetual motion machine.” Ian explained his plan while placing fifty industrial batteries in front of Thor.

They surrounded Thor like metallic beasts waiting to be fed.

"I believe you will definitely be my best believer." All sorts of manipulative words came out of Ian's mouth, making Thor feel like his brain was about to give out again.

“This is probably what they call brainwashing.” Dr. Helen Zhao’s eyes were filled with complex emotions as she quietly tugged at Gwen’s sleeve. “Is he really a legitimate evil god?”

"The kind of person who knew Lucifer? Sigh, why am I, a scientist, talking about such feudal and superstitious things here?" Zhao Hailun still couldn't process the truth for a moment.

Gwen's lips twitched as she watched Ian, who was making grand promises to Thor and saying he would admit to Hela that Thor was her favorite follower.

“Ian Kent’s lies could fill the Mariana Trench, but the part about self-aggrandizement…” she gestured with a swaying scale, her tone complex.

"This part is often surprisingly true. Yes, he's always been honest about self-praise," Gwen replied with a touch of感慨 (gan3kai3, a Chinese expression of deep emotion or reflection).

"You seem to know him very well?"

Helen Zhao keenly grasped the information revealed in Gwen's words.

Gwen didn't answer immediately, but instead looked at Ian, who was instructing Thor on how to properly be a "human charging station," with an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

"We used to be very familiar with each other."

She ultimately said the same thing.

"You two knew each other when you were little? I mean, you knew him when you were little?" Zhao Hailun asked in great surprise. She didn't think Ian's age was close to his appearance.

If evil gods truly exist in this world, Ian might be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old—Dr. Helen Zhao, who has no experience with such matters, lacks some of the imagination she possesses on the scientific side.

Hear the words.

Gwen shook her head, her voice lowering.

“It was even longer than that.”

Gwen's eyes and tone were filled with a complex emotion.

The air became quiet for a moment.

"Well, it seems that you strange guys all have your own secrets in this so-called evil god church." Zhao Hailun is an extremely intelligent female scientist.

She realized that some topics shouldn't be pursued any further. It was like working for those big tycoons; knowing things you shouldn't know could very well lead to your demise someday—some truths are like Pandora's box; once opened, it means you can never return to the ordinary world, and you can't leave even if you want to.

Who in this world doesn't have secrets?

Gwen chuckled softly.

Zhao Hailun neither confirmed nor denied it.

"Can I draw some of your blood for research? I'd like to see your current genetic structure." She paused for a moment, then changed the subject to express her curiosity.

Gwen's smile faded slightly.

She looked down at her arm, a moment of hesitation crossing her face.

"Would you run away the day after you find out the truth?" Gwen asked half-jokingly, her eyes full of suspicion as she looked at Helen Zhao.

Zhao Hailun shrugged.

“If Tony can give me some extra compensation for emotional distress, I don’t think I’ll run away anytime soon. After all, I’m quite interested in people like you. And I can’t find a better research project if I leave this environment.” Her tone sounded sincere, even a little helpless, but it was this frankness that made Gwen lower her guard a bit.

She slowly stretched out her arm, revealing her fair wrist:

"Then let's draw it."

Zhao Hailun nodded, took out a blood-drawing needle, and moved with practiced gentleness.

The moment the needle pierced her vein, Gwen closed her eyes.

She remembered many things—memories she thought she had forgotten, battles and losses in another era, and rebirth in the apocalyptic world after death.

“Ian Kent… I always felt a deep familiarity with his name, even before I first met him during the apocalypse.”

This was something Gwen couldn't understand even after fusing with the memory fragments—after all, they were just memory fragments. At that moment, Helen Zhao, having carefully sealed away her blood, looked at Ian.

His eyes gleamed with the greed of a scientist.

"May I also ask for a share of your blood?" Zhao Hailun approached Ian cautiously and politely, making her request, though she didn't know the proper way to ask for Ian's blood.

and so.

“Studying the blood of evil gods is not something a smart person should do.” Ian put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and looked at her, showing a serious face that he wasn’t trying to please.

"why?"

Zhao Hailun spoke in astonishment.

"Because my blood is full of 'antibiotics,' which will only lead your biological research astray. If you were a character in a movie, you might very well start an apocalyptic frenzy because of this."

Ian was not exaggerating.

His blood could even poison the god Cthulhu.

This can be seen.

Just how potent was that poison? However, Zhao Hailun, who didn't know much about Mr. Ian, didn't believe it, assuming that Ian simply had some reservations about it.

"Alright, then forget it. I was just curious about the genetic structure of the evil god." Zhao Hailun wasn't a mad scientist, and she wasn't too obsessed with research projects she couldn't obtain.

"It's good to be curious. I suggest you study the mutants in the dungeon. They're more suitable for satisfying your curiosity. I really hope you can make a delicious enhancement potion soon."

Ian's tone was full of longing and yearning.

"Huh? Delicious enhancement potion? How can these two words be connected?"

Zhao Hailun was taken aback.

She had absolutely no idea why he suddenly looked so expectant. She stared at Ian's face for a few seconds, trying to discern any hint of a joke in his expression.

however.

Ian is genuinely looking forward to it.

"come on!"

He even gave Zhao Hailun a boost.

“I’ll go check on those mutants.” Zhao Hailun gave Ian a strange look, but finally nodded in agreement. Having failed to get what she wanted, she could only return to the tunnel with Gwen’s blood in her hands.

Gwen watched the scientists leave.

He turned to look at Ian.

"You've captured quite a few mutants?"

Her tone was somewhat surprised. She was unaware of what had happened while she was unconscious. The girl's memory was still stuck a few days before mutants became scarce.

"Yes, it was to save you, and also for myself." Ian always only claimed credit for what he deserved, and his elaborate efforts to bring the mutants back to the Justice League were certainly not due to his principle of not killing.

Rather, it was because he hoped that Zhao Hailun's research team could develop some enhancement drugs that would be useful for his upgrade. In the end, Ian was also engaging in a sophisticatedly self-serving operation.

As for the no-kill principle, it may only apply to normal people, or ordinary people, or even only to the DC universe, in any case, before Ian builds the prison in Hell.

The relevant bottom line can actually be very, very flexible.