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

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Ian tapped his temple, a reminder to Barry Allen. He was considering whether the Tyrant afterimage left by his teleportation could allow him to impersonate a speedster's time remnant.

"Then do you know why Savita did this to me?" Barry Allen was taken aback at first, then seemed to accept the "omniscient brain" concept that Ian had given him.

He asked questions humbly.

about this issue.

Ian actually had the answer.

"He may not be your future, but you have already determined that you are his past. If he can change you in the direction he wants, he can become the kind of person he wants to be without any effort."

Ian always believed that the Speedster was even better at exploiting bugs than he was.

His tone was full of emotion.

"Ah."

Barry Allen, being a veteran speedster, was not good at organizing clues but was very good at understanding them. Upon hearing Ian's words, he immediately realized something and rolled up his sleeves.

“He seems to really want to see me completely corrupted by this thing.” Barry Allen stared at his arm, where a grotesque scar emitted a blue glow.

“Now that I have some free time, let me take a look at you.” Ian turned around and leaned his entire body over the back seat, a sight that once again shocked Barry Allen.

"Steering wheel! You're still driving! Damn it! This car is going faster than an airplane!" It was only then that the Flash realized something was wrong with the car, due to his lack of awareness of speed.

"It's alright, it's a new energy vehicle, it will find its way home by itself."

Ian squeezed himself into the back row, but even so, Barry Allen was still stunned to see Hellcat turn a corner on its own.

"dudu~"

This car even uses its own horn to warn slower vehicles ahead! Even in the technologically advanced Midtown, Barry Allen couldn't figure out what kind of technology Ian had added to his car.

When did autonomous driving technology become so mature?

Just as Barry Allen was trying to explain the Hellcat scientifically, Ian's hand was already pressing on his arm, and the next moment Ian heard a notification from the system.

[Error data detected!]

Incompatible!

Familiar formula, familiar feedback. Ian had encountered this situation before. It was outside Metropolis, when he attacked Luther's wastewater treatment plant and encountered those "orcs."

"An invasion from outer space."

Ian issued a diagnosis that was most likely correct.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Barry Allen didn't quite understand this explanation. So, Ian began to explain the relationship between dimensions to the speedster from a very grand narrative perspective.

It's basically a direct copy of Miss Death's statement.

The members of the Justice League should indeed know about this.

“The power of an entire universe is trying to kill me… then am I 100% doomed?” Barry Allen remained skeptical of Ian’s rather frightening statement.

After all, this kind of statement is too far-fetched.

"maybe."

Ian spoke after a moment's thought.

"Can I still be saved?"

Barry Allen stared at Ian.

"You could also be directly transformed into some kind of evil rebel, a collaborator—have you heard any crazy whispers in your head lately?"

Ian pinched his chin and began to question him.

“When I dream about it… Damn it, is what you’re saying really true? Damn it! I’m going to die now, even if I don’t!” Barry Allen was also unwilling to believe Ian’s judgment.

But what could he do when Ian accurately assessed his situation? If the boy was telling the truth, then Barry Allen felt he was likely destined to be sacrificed.

Speedsters may be born with such a keen sense of their own position.

"wait for me a while."

Ian knew he should report this to his superiors, so he closed his eyes and prayed earnestly. However, Miss Death did not give him any response.

The thoughts in this goddess's mind.

It's truly hard to fathom.

"Could it be that Lucifer's information shield is still working?" That was the only guess Ian could make. It couldn't be that Superman couldn't die, but it didn't matter if the Flash died, right?

amount.

It is not impossible.

Does the Flash always seem to be the first to die?

Are the big shots already used to the Flash's early death?

Ian seemed to be deep in thought.

“Your expression is making me a little nervous.” Barry Allen swallowed hard, his anxiety growing, as he realized that Ian might actually have an all-knowing brain.

Kryptonians love cheating.

Even a superhero knows this in their heart.

"This is getting a bit tricky."

Ian looked seriously into the rearview mirror.

Barry's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean? Can Superman save me?"

He still trusted Clark completely.

"Don't worry, Uncle Barry. Just because you trust my dad so much, we can't let you die. Besides, if you die, the more than 20,000 favors you owe me will definitely become bad debts."

“I checked, you’re a lifelong bachelor and have no debt heirs.” Ian’s words of comfort and assurance did little to make Barry Allen feel better.

He was so shocked that he almost jumped up on the spot.

“Just now I only owed 10,000 favors, how did it become more than 20,000 favors now? Huh? Huh? Huh?” Barry Allen’s three consecutive questions fully reflected his current state of mind.

Even the fact that he was actually about to win over his sweetheart in three years, no, five years, or maybe six years, was no longer something he wanted to emphasize to Ian.

“Borrowing money always incurs interest, let alone saving a life… Uncle Barry, do you know how high the interest rates are for Wayne Group’s bank loans?” The vengeful Ian didn’t miss the chance to criticize Mr. Wayne.

In this regard.

Barry Allen didn't dare to comment, since he still had more than half of his mortgage loan from a bank under the Wayne Group still outstanding.

If you add the high-interest loans Ian has to his name—Barry Allen felt that he probably had it all for the rest of his life, and looking back, the thought of dying on the spot and being used as a sacrifice didn't seem so terrible.

The Flash fell silent.

The Hellcat pulled up in front of the Winchester house with a graceful drift. Ian tossed Sam and Dean through the window like a package into their home. His familiarity with the place made Barry Allen wonder again if Ian was really still a student.

Seeing Ian return.

Where is this girl?

He couldn't help but point at Madison, who was huddled in the front seat, and ask Ian a question.

“She’s my good friend, I can’t just let her go home and lie there like that, I have to keep an eye on her.” As he spoke, Ian took out the egg that he had placed on Madison’s stomach earlier.

It was indeed fully cooked.

Barry Allen was stunned when he saw this.

“This body temperature is probably high enough to kill a person dozens of times over. I think we should send her to the hospital,” suggested the Flash, who has always admired modern science.

“Or send it to Midtown; my friends might be able to help.” He felt that Madison was experiencing a superpower awakening, but the specifics would require further investigation with the help of equipment.

"Who's in charge of your lab now?"

Ian asked.

He wanted to use this to peek into the timeline.

Harrison Wells.

Barry Allen gave an answer that contradicted the timeline.

"No thanks."

Ian secretly gave himself a thumbs up for his caution. "If Ian can save them himself, other magic leaders will think Ian is incompetent."

He maintained his politeness towards his elders, refraining from addressing himself as "Master" in front of his Uncle Barry. Frankly, sending Madison to the Midtown Labs was certainly less desirable than Ian caring for his nanny classmate himself.

after all.

When a person is about to die, Death will appear, and Ian can see Death and influence it. No one can guarantee Madison's safety better than him.

The Hellcat stopped in Kent's yard.

It has its own private room.

“First, we need ice.” Ian didn’t like carrying people, so he hoisted Madison onto his shoulders and headed straight for the door, with Barry Allen limping behind him.

“You can actually put some weight on my left shoulder too.” Barry Allen plopped down on the living room sofa, took a first-aid kit from Ian, and began to fend for himself.

The battle robes definitely need to be taken off.

His body was covered in wounds.

Under dim light.

Barry Allen, now only wearing his underwear, began bandaging his wounds with makeshift equipment. Ian secretly memorized the spot where he was sitting, deciding that it would be his no-go zone from now on.

“I need to cool down my classmate.” Ian carried Madison into the kitchen, and then he saw Jordan squatting by the refrigerator door, secretly eating ice cream.

The two brothers looked at each other.

Jordan's gaze was fixed on the girl on Ian's shoulder.

After three seconds of silence.

"Mom! Ian killed someone!"

Jordan's scream pierced the night sky as he rushed out of the kitchen and yelled upstairs, "He's starting to stop pretending! He's planning to stop eating beef and start eating his classmate's meat instead!"