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

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"You've seen the comic I drew last night, right? Captain America can fight Iron Man all day long, so of course my second brother can fight himself all day long after he awakens."

"Give him time to adjust."

Ian ignored the hesitant Minotaur, silently put on his headphones, and then brought out another demon from the cabinet, which had transformed into "Ian's Book of Creation."

"Finished reflecting? Now it's time to evolve." Ian still needs to go hungry anyway, and since he's just sitting around, he might as well conduct a reasonable study of the resources at his disposal.

Give a little exercise in thinking ability.

Ian immediately realized that language was not the product of thought—the brain was. So, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead firmly against "Ian's Book of Creation."

It was definitely not a lucky accident.

Pure wisdom is at work.

I saw.

Golden light seeped from between the pages, like countless tiny snakes of light slithering across the paper, and Ian's consciousness began to merge with this book from the Demon King's collection.

……

at the same time.

Marvel Universe, Kamar-Taj.

Doctor Strange sat cross-legged at a low table in the library, the magical tomes laid out before him emitting a faint scent of parchment. He was deep in thought with his eyes closed when suddenly, a strange surge of magical energy jolted him awake.

"This is……?"

His gaze was fixed on the book "Ian's Magic Book" on the corner of the table—it was glowing, the golden light flickering like breathing, the pages turning rustling as if calling to him.

"Magic is brewing..."

Doctor Strange frowned, cautiously reaching out to pick up the book. The moment his fingertips touched it, the light on the pages suddenly surged, and a strange magic instantly flowed into his body through his fingertips!

"Oops!"

He instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but found himself unable to move—an invisible contract was rapidly taking shape, magic flowed through his body, and finally left a mark deep within his soul.

"This...this is the connection that guy was talking about with the dimensional demon?!"

Doctor Strange's expression changed drastically. He tried to sever the magical link, but the contract was already complete, like an invisible net that firmly bound his soul.

"Damn it!"

Doctor Strange was shocked; he had never encountered such a situation before—as the Sorcerer Supreme, he was always the one in control of magic, not the one being controlled by it.

The Ancient One is lying again!

"I have to save myself, no, I can't save myself anymore, but maybe that's not a bad thing. After all, that guy said before that this is how mages used to practice magic."

Doctor Strange forced himself to calm down and carefully considered the contents of the contract. It would have been better if he hadn't tried; once he did, the thirty-something-year-old man just wanted to burst into tears.

He froze, as if struck by lightning.

"What do you mean that if I attempt to break the contract, I will be forced to hand over half of my magic power?! And I also have to pay tribute 30% of the magic power I have accumulated through daily cultivation?"

"What the hell! The contract says this is called a magic tax?!" Doctor Strange's pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers trembled slightly. For the first time, the Sorcerer Supreme of this generation experienced what it meant to be ruthless and vicious.

The risks of dealing with dimensional demons are being made known to people in this world for the first time.

"Such a high price?!" Doctor Strange panicked completely, frantically flipping through the pages. "What about the benefits? Wasn't it said that we could borrow power and receive magical gifts?!"

The pages of the book turned with a rustling sound.

On a completely blank page.

Golden words slowly emerged.

As expected, magical power unique to dimensional demons was manifested.

"This……"

Doctor Strange stared intently at the pages of the book.

His brain froze.

"A demon! It really is a demon!" Doctor Strange burst into tears, a real, heart-wrenching wail, his face as white as a blank sheet of paper, untouched by the world.

It has magic.

But would you dare to learn it?

"No! Is this magic that people learn?"

Doctor Strange was utterly devastated. He felt he had been deeply tricked, that it was all a trap, and that such magic could not exist in the world.

Check it out!

Look at the records in this magic book! The first spell that the dimensional demon recorded in the book was actually an attempt to teach someone how to turn their appendix into a storage bag!

Dimensional Demon God.

Is he really mentally sound?

Or do non-human beings think that using the appendix as a storage bag is very useful and fashionable?

……

The cool, damp night breeze of New York City whistled through the skyscrapers. Gwen Stacy sat on the windowsill of her apartment, her legs dangling in the air, hundreds of meters above her. The brightly lit city stretched out beneath her like a fallen galaxy.

She didn't look down; she just sat quietly, her fingers tapping lightly on the window frame, the rhythm casual, like some kind of unconscious habit.

The night breeze ruffled the girl's blonde hair, which shimmered with a silvery sheen in the moonlight.

“Ian…Tony…Spider-Man…” she murmured these names, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind, her mind still a jumbled mess of fragmented memories.

"Is that so?"

Whispering softly.

She reached her hand behind her back.

"call out!"

A thin spider silk shot out from her wrist and precisely stuck to the wardrobe door in the corner of the room. However, the wardrobe door, once opened, did not contain what should have been in her fragmented memories.

"What's wrong with me?"

Gwen covered her wrist.

I'm slightly confused.

"Why am I so familiar with the name Spider-Man, and that boy?" She stood up on the balcony, showing no fear of the height below.

"call……"

Gwen took a deep breath, lightly pushed off with her toes, and did what she had done many times in this city—wandering aimlessly with the ability that she didn't know why she had.

Like most people with special abilities, the girl's lack of fear of heights when Ian took her "flying" in the morning was simply because she was already accustomed to high altitudes.

come down.

Her body detached from the windowsill in an instant, gravity yanking her towards the ground. The wind howled in her ears, yet her eyes remained unusually calm. As she plummeted halfway down, Gwen flicked her wrist, sending out a trail of spider silk that clung to the exterior wall of a distant building. Her body momentarily froze, then swung away using the momentum.

"Perhaps I really should do something for this city."

Gwen was like a bolt of lightning, black and white intertwined.

It cuts through the New York night sky.

……

In an old apartment building in Queens.

Peter Parker slammed the door shut, shutting out the noise from the outside world. His breathing was heavy, his fingers clenched unconsciously, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

"Damn it! How dare someone laugh at me!"

His voice was deep and hoarse, like the growl of some wild beast. Without turning on the light, Peter Parker walked straight into the bathroom and slammed his fist on the mirror by the sink.

"Crack——!"

The glass shattered instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread from his fist. Blood dripped down his knuckles, but he felt no pain.

The boy slowly raised his head, staring at his shattered reflection in the mirror—

His crimson eyes gleamed in the darkness, and his lips were twisted in a grimace, as if something sharp was trying to pierce his skin and emerge from between his lips. A sharp pain shot through his mouth, and the piercing sensation made the dancing boy arch his back, gripping the edge of the sink tightly with both hands.

"Ugh—!"

Non-severe pain.

"What...is this?" Peter's voice trembled as he reached out to touch his face, his fingertips clearly feeling a strange wriggling beneath his skin.

That is.

Fangs.

……

Evil may not have existed at the beginning of the world.

But it will always be conceived.

of course.

The same goes for justice.

Chapter 106 New Job Acquisition! Superman Awakening! [112k]

DC Universe.

[Leader LV1 [1/10]]

A new ordinary profession has quietly appeared on the personal panel.

Ian ripped his head off "Ian's Book of Creation" with a joyful expression. He had verified it himself, so there was no need to ask Quora, the American version of Zhihu.

There's no need to ask God or anything like that.

This super-simp demon book truly possesses the power to create something from nothing. Golden light flowed between the pages as if alive, and lines of patterns and symbols that did not belong to any text began to appear.

“Perhaps it should be called Ianwen.” Ian knew that angels had their language, and demons had theirs, so naturally he should have his own language too.

Mages from all worlds should learn from Ian.