RNP Page 133
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He slammed the book shut, turned around, and stuffed it into the cabinet where the demon's head was. "If you dare to give birth to a litter of demon babies for me, I guarantee something really, really bad will happen."
This is to prevent problems before they occur.
After all, humanity still doesn't know how demons reproduce.
"?????"
Under the gaze of the demon's head and the book with a round, bulging eye, Ian walked back to the bedside. He had barely lain down for two seconds when he threw back the covers and ran to the desk again.
I didn't touch that tattered book.
He simply took out a piece of ordinary drawing paper, spread it out, and flattened it.
"How will you know if you don't try?" Ian twirled the paintbrush between his fingers, stared at the blank paper, remained silent for a moment, and then began to write.
One stroke, one line.
The pen tip lightly touches the paper.
The moment the first line fell, it seemed to awaken some long-dormant memory.
"At least, I tried my best."
As Ian adjusted the different colored brushes, the outline of a red and gold armored vehicle gradually emerged, the blue light of the arc reactor spreading across the paper. The lamplight shone on the paper, coating the lines of mortals and steel with a soft, warm hue, as if they would leap off the page at any moment.
[You are currently creating a work; Writer Experience +1]
[You are currently creating a work; Writer Experience +1]
[You are currently creating a work; Writer Experience +1]
……
This is the story of Iron Man.
The night outside the window was deep, with occasional rustling sounds from the treetops. Ian didn't stop sketching, continuing to outline, as if the lines and shadows could find their own direction to extend.
To paint the world with a pen.
Every stroke is a memory.
Each stroke is a unique connection.
The boy didn't sleep all night.
Outside the window, the first rays of morning light pierced through the clouds, landing perfectly on each painting. In the interplay of light and shadow, Ian's career as a writer also experienced another upgrade at this moment.
[Author LV3 [1/40]]
"No one knows how difficult it is for me to suppress my extraordinary talent... Don't disappoint me too much." Ian stopped writing, checked the time, and then grabbed a hard drive from the table.
This is something he brought back from the Marvel universe.
The new Tony Stark's knowledge base is not as good as Tony Stark's; the technical information he provides is almost entirely military products. Without Tony Stark, the Stark Industries is a complete military enterprise.
Before the time is right.
Ian did not feel he had the capability to manufacture military supplies.
It's not that he lacks the relevant background, but if he dares to say that he's about to start a company to manufacture weapons of mass destruction, his father will definitely let him know what real weapons of mass destruction are.
This is what happens even though they're not adults.
Once you're an adult, what else do you want to create?
"The invincible Ian Cyclone Super Invincible Thunder Missile will only have a chance to be brought out and illuminate the world after I trick Jonathan into becoming the legal representative of my company."
Ian knew where to keep something so precious.
"Dong Dong Dong~"
He knocked on his parents' bedroom door, and after receiving a response, he opened the door and, under the watchful eyes of both of them, stepped inside and crawled straight under their bed.
"Ian, what are you doing? Did you forget to say good morning?" Louise's head drooped off the bed, her long hair trailing on the floor, looking extremely messy.
She stared at Ian under the bed like Sadako.
"No, do you know how tiring it is to lay a floor?" The second head to peek out belonged to Clark, whose expression was just as bewildered as Louise's.
The two watched as Ian pried open the floorboards and shoved a dark hard drive inside. Then, the prepared boy began repairing the area under the bed.
"I hope it's not a bomb."
Louise reached out to the bedside but couldn't find the "rational potion".
"I just accumulated some knowledge."
Ian responded honestly, and his "floor-laying" work was carried out very quickly. He even affixed a special seal to prevent Clark from inspecting it after he left.
[Whoever peeks will have to step in kryptonite and pig poop every day.] Actually, this is just a declaration; at least the parents in this family have always respected the privacy that children value.
"..."
"..."
Clark and Louise turned their heads at the same time, hanging upside down and staring at each other, as if communicating with their eyes. Clark spoke on Louise's behalf and asked a question.
"Is the knowledge you're referring to the kind of knowledge we all understand, or the knowledge that Jonathan 'passed down' to you?" Clark asked cautiously, using extremely euphemistic language.
"It's probably the kind of knowledge that can create a radiant world, allowing everyone to radiate like the Eastern Sea, and whose lifespan is as short as a fleeting flower." Ian crawled out from under the bed.
His American idioms are not standard.
Therefore, neither of the two top students could figure it out.
"What is he saying?"
“If you can get me a bottle of wine at super speed, I’ll definitely understand.” Louise and Clark watched as Ian stood up and dashed out of the room.
“Even Batman can’t steal my hard drive.” Ian was convinced of this, because his father’s secret stash of money was also hidden in a corner of the room, so Clark was definitely listening in 24 hours a day.
This is the safest place in the world.
The Kent family members are all adept at finding their own solitude. It wasn't just the youngest son; Ian, as soon as he stepped out of his parents' room, heard his older brother Jordan renovating.
The foolish little brother actually thought that soundproofing the whole house could deal with Superman's super hearing—what do you call that? That's called being ignorant and incompetent; not studying physics properly has led to this kind of behavior.
The ads said it could defend against Superman, and Jordan actually believed it.
"They're just taking advantage of the fact that the superheroes don't dare to sue them." Ian sighed at the capitalists' cunning. Before he even got back to his room, he found his dad standing in front of him.
"Why isn't my super vision activated...?"
Ian was completely taken aback, feeling that Clark was even faster than before, which was not scientific at all, and even from a metaphysical perspective, he felt that it did not make sense.
What's wrong with your eyes?
Clark had noticed Ian's unusual behavior long ago, and Louise even said that Ian was playing with colored contact lenses, but only he could see clearly that there was no foreign object in Ian's eyes at all.
Those golden, sparkling eyes belonged to Ian.
"I have awakened again."
Ian began to tell his part of the truth for the day.
Hear the words.
Clark immediately became alert.
"What awakened?" Not only did his expression change, but his entire face changed—the poor old man had only been in bed for less than two hours.
He didn't want to cause any more misunderstandings.
There's no need to look back.
Clark had already sensed that Louise was leaning against the door frame.
The old father glared furiously at Ian.
It's really crazy.
They'd wink and make faces at you, like they'd be willing to spend two days in Arkham.
"What I awakened was my potential as a Super Saiyan. Do you know what a Super Saiyan is? If you don't, I'll draw one for you tomorrow when I have some free time. As warriors who maintain peace in the universe, Saiyans from Nebula M78 often project their bloodline into qualified Earthlings for various reasons."
“Of course, accepting this bloodline means that I will also have to deal with all kinds of monsters invading Earth in the future.” Ian received the hint that his father was almost accessible to Pluto.
"Is that right?"
Louise was stunned by Ian's earnest explanation.
"Of course it is!"
Clark's tone was firm and powerful. He didn't care about Saiyans or not; as long as they weren't Kryptonians, they were good. Just because he didn't understand didn't mean he wouldn't stand firmly on Ian's side.
"It's just fighting monsters, not turning into monsters. It doesn't sound that worrying, does it?" Louise stared into Ian's golden eyes but didn't detect anything bad.
"Hmm, my mutant is very environmentally friendly. If you don't believe me, I can go downstairs and boil a kettle of water for you."
Ian nodded. He was still very considerate. He had become a Super Saiyan, which put his father at ease and made his mother happy. Everyone had a bright future ahead of them.
Win together as a family.
"Forget it, forget it, let me boil the water. You two get ready, don't wander around in your pajamas." Louise threw on a bathrobe and rushed downstairs.
Ian didn't know whether the refrigerator door was open or not.
But both he and Clark heard the sound of the wine cabinet door opening.
"Oh, I see. I understand now."
Louise seemed to finally understand Ian's words completely.
Very reasonable.
After all, Reasonable Man has already grasped her loyal alcohol.
……
Breakfast was an oatmeal and bacon sandwich.
Whether it tastes good or not, Ian has no food to eat.
"I can still evolve, but I need to go hungry for a while..." It was quite rare for Ian to speak so much truth so early in the morning. He reluctantly refused the sandwich his mother offered him.
"Why hasn't Miss Death come to find me yet?"
Ian looked around but couldn't find anyone to feed. He looked helplessly towards the second floor. "Jordan isn't eating breakfast because he's testing the soundproofing system in his room."