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

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“My omniscient brain isn’t always in use! It needs rest too!” Even when he was furious, Ian could always find a suitable excuse for himself.

That makes sense.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance.

I was truly speechless, so I didn't dare to refute it.

"So, what's the answer?"

Ian sat cross-legged on the grass of Paradise, with two boxes in front of him. He picked up Sam's box first, examining it from all angles, his fingers feeling along the seams.

Trying to find the mechanism to open it.

He first carefully examined the box Sam had given him, his fingers gently tracing the edge of its surface. The mysterious runes gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

It seemed as if it might come back to life at any moment.

"Um...it feels like you're interrogating us."

Dean crossed his arms, wanting to yell at someone, but also afraid that the other person might really be an angel.

“A big black angel suddenly attacked our house, knocked out my dad who was trying to ambush him with one punch, and then dragged Sam and me straight to this damn heaven.”

His displeasure was clearly evident.

Sam added, "The angel also said that chaos was about to break out on Earth, but we can't let anything happen to us, and the things in the box can't be harmed either, even the box my brother gave you."

His gaze fell upon the box, which had a metallic and leather-like texture. The edge of the lid was indeed wrapped in a band of worn, dark brown leather, which remained sturdy despite the passage of time.

It exudes a faint fragrance and a metallic chill.

"Looks like someone in Heaven realized something big was about to happen, which is why they chose to protect you two... handsome guys." Ian stopped himself in time.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to tell the two people the truth, but rather that they certainly couldn't bear the truth right now. Dr. Hannibal had earned too much; he couldn't refer any more patients to Dr. Hannibal.

"Who knows? That guy's been acting strangely, and I don't know why he cares so much about us." Dean rolled his eyes. Luckily, the angel who captured them was a big black guy.

Otherwise, he would really doubt whether the father he thought he had was actually his father.

Ian didn't respond.

"Click~"

Because he finally found the latch on the box.

Sam opened the box.

Gently lifting the lid, a musty and chilly aura wafted out—inside lay a gleaming black revolver, or more precisely, a Colt revolver.

Its metal barrel gleamed with an eerie dark light, as if it had absorbed the resentment of countless souls. Several strands of dried blood were wrapped around the handle, like a curse frozen in time. A light touch could even feel a faint pulse, as if it were not merely a weapon, but some extremely terrifying living thing.

"Cuckoo~"

Ian's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He swallowed.

His pupils suddenly dilated a tiny bit.

"Godslayer Gun, Colt!"

Ian is a discerning person; he knows that what lies in the box might be the artifact from that evil force, and some say that this gun can kill anything.

Whether it's true or not.

This gun once ended the lives of angels and demons, and even threatened the balance of the entire universe. Now, it has reappeared, sleeping in this ancient box.

It awaits the next person who dares to grasp it.

"Where's the other one! Where's the other blind box!" Ian quickly hugged the metal and leather-textured box to his chest, and after some searching, he tried to find the opening mechanism.

however.

"This box has no opening; it's a single, seamless piece. We've tried, and it's impossible to open it," Dean cautiously reminded Ian as he slammed the box on the ground.

“It’s very hard, not even a hammer can break it, let alone a stone…” Dean hadn’t finished speaking when he and Sam heard a very crisp sound.

Sam and Dean's expressions froze instantly.

I saw.

Under their incredulous gaze, the sturdy box was bitten open by the impatient boy, who not only that, but also swallowed all the remains.

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +11]

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +888]

Ian chewed with relish, and of course, he didn't forget to take out the contents of the broken box. As he threw the last piece into his mouth, he also grasped the contents inside.

It was a short sword.

It caused Ian's pupils to dilate slightly and then shrink slightly again.

"Sending supplies before the great battle... This is Lucifer's sword, that holy sword." The moment Ian grasped the short sword, its blade suddenly burst into a blazing holy flame.

The flames were burning very brightly.

It was an intense, almost overwhelming force, as if it could burn down the entire heaven.

"Damn it, I only like pretty girls, God forbids me from having a crush on someone!"

The bright white light illuminated the little boy's bewildered face.

Chapter 142 The King in Yellow vs. Ian, the King of Angels!

The moment Ian gripped the short sword.

The entire heaven seemed to tremble.

A glory invisible to the living shone forth, and the holy flames burning on the sword instantly surged, crackling and popping in the surrounding viscous air. Dean and Sam were forced to take a few steps back.

"!!!!!!"

Sam and Dean stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

His mouth was so wide open that it could almost fit an egg.

The two brothers raised their arms to shield themselves from the oncoming heat. The heat wasn't actually scorching, just very blinding; after all, Dean and Sam weren't the targets of its judgment.

"What the hell is this thing?" Dean shouted, squinting. He only saw Ian grip the short sword, and then the short sword burst into an extremely dazzling white flame.

"It's a level 999 sword, a limited-time top-tier pay-to-win weapon. But now that it's in Ian's hands, even if God and some giant monster come at me, I won't get it back." Ian looked down at the blazing short sword in his hand, his expression showing a determination that seemed to suggest he was ready to run away and become Marvel's Ian at any moment.

People are easily swayed by self-interest.

He knew the origin of this sword all too well—it was a god-slaying weapon bestowed upon Azrael, the angel of death, by God himself, and theoretically, only Lucifer could ignite the sword of the end.

It is rumored.

It is a weapon forged by God himself, bestowed upon the angel of death, Azrael, to carry out the final judgment. It possesses the power to sever all divinity and demonic nature.

It's the only weapon that can truly "kill" angels and "harm" Lucifer. Of course, the lore says it can also cut down God, but anyone who believes that should sit at the same table as Jordan.

God created countless things, all labeled as capable of killing themselves. Anyone with eyes can see that God is lying; He must be the first fisherman in the universe.

of course.

despite this.

This does not prevent the Sword of God from possessing extraordinary attributes.

Even a mortal could kill a god with it in his hand, let alone when it's ignited with holy flames. It can even split dimensions and tear apart reality. Right now, this thing is burning like a torch in Ian's hands.

"The appearance of the Wen family's duo here is definitely not a coincidence; everything is being arranged by an invisible hand."

Ian looked at the God-Slaying Spear in his left hand and swung the God Sword in his right hand. He felt like the protagonist in the opening cutscene of a story, directly obtaining the Hero's Divine Armor.

To say it's a coincidence is an overstatement.

Ian wouldn't believe it even if you beat the Winchester brothers a thousand times over. He was genuinely worried that God had a crush on him; after all, who knows if the priests' fetishes were a form of meme contamination passed down from the source?

"What do you mean?"

Sam and Dean were both a little confused.

“Look, I set this sword on fire, that doesn’t make sense.”

Ian didn't believe that God Old Deng wasn't secretly watching, after all, the sword in his hand could only be ignited under normal circumstances when Lucifer Morningstar was holding it himself.

however.

Now Ian has also set the sword ablaze.

But he was neither Lucifer nor God's messenger. The holy flames on the sword burned ever brighter, instantly reaching forty meters high. The blazing white light enveloped the three of them, Ian's figure appearing and disappearing within the flames. Sam and Dean stared in disbelief, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

"You're an angel, so it's normal for you to be able to use angelic weapons, right? I think... you must be the angel of lies and temptation, lurking among humans, waiting for your chance to strike?"

Sam's idea carried a childlike imagination. The things the angels entrusted to them for safekeeping were, of course, the angels' weapons—a perfectly reasonable and conventional understanding. Since he wasn't usually interested in occult knowledge, he could only rely entirely on his imagination to conjure up a heavenly position that fit his understanding of Ian's personality.

"?????"

Ian was puzzled by his image in Sam's eyes. Not only Sam, whom he had only met four or five times, but even Dean, with whom he had never had any formal interaction in the past, seemed to have some reservations about him.

“I think he’s more like a rebellious Cupid.” Dean actually started discussing Ian with Sam in front of Ian, his gaze occasionally glancing at the Colt pistol in Ian’s left hand. The eldest Winchester brother didn’t know the gun’s power, but he knew very well how much his father valued it.

"Bullshit, you're Cupid, your whole family are Cupids." Ian's insults usually go through three stages, and Dean, who left him speechless, was currently in the first stage.

obviously.

Ian is very bothered by people calling him a naked kid.

"Lord Ian is now an archangel, the Seraphim Ian, greater than great." He corrected himself, adopting a new identity, and with a thought, modified his ordinary, mimicry-student uniform. Countless symbiotic-like substances surged, wriggling and spreading across his skin as if alive.

Flesh-like matter rolled all over Ian's body, revealing his suit. However, the "S" symbol that originally represented Superman on his chest was replaced with a completely new symbol after a twist.

King of Angels

There were many small wings flapping on top, but the fleshy wings didn't look quite sacred. There was no way around it; the mimicry absorbed a symbiote, so it couldn't simulate a sense of holiness.

As Sam and Dean stared in disbelief, eight more grotesque, mimicking spider legs suddenly emerged from Ian's back, gleaming like metal in the heavenly sunlight.

"See that? An eight-winged seraph!" Ian floated triumphantly in mid-air, spreading his arms as if to embrace the world, his spider legs drawing dangerous arcs in the air.

Mr. Ian displayed his most majestic posture.

Sam and Dean fell silent again.