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Strength: 384-401
[Physical fitness: 401-419]
Intelligence: 26.1-40.7
[Spirit: 136-155]
You can tell.
This is a seemingly balanced profession, but it is actually more focused on intelligence. The improvement in both [intelligence] and [spirit] is far greater than that of Ian's other professions.
Ian's thinking speed has increased, so he now appears unusually "lively," but he still can't figure out why he awakened the [Mutant Overlord].
This profession not only offers unique attribute boosts, but its leveling method is also completely different from other professions, giving it a "more children, more blessings" feel to it.
【Eternal Gift: The Creator’s authority is firmly in your hands. Mortals look up at the stars, but the stars will eventually look up at you. Life will undergo eternal evolution under your gaze.】
You are no longer merely a caster of spells, but an agent of the laws of life, capable of bestowing extraordinary blessings upon life. Those beings that are mutated because of you will become extensions of your will.
This skill allows the user to acquire a maximum number of followers not exceeding their own class level. When your level reaches a multiple of ten, the number of followers you can have will be increased.
The stronger the target's companion who has been granted a blessing, the more experience points you will gain at the end of each day.
Yes, this is a passive talent that is based on a settlement. The entire upgrade method for the [Mutant Overlord] class is to spread so-called blessings, and Gwen is the first target to receive Ian's initial class blessing.
[Gene Oracle: You can issue an oracle to the target's genes, causing the target to awaken a variant gene that is more compatible with its own, rather than a disordered awakening. This skill can help you find a companion for targeted breeding.]
—If he reaches the pinnacle, you will live forever!
Ian has always been a relatively kind-hearted evil god. Because he captured more than a dozen abnormal beings, he did this to prevent the beautiful Gwen from becoming the kind of Gwen that the abnormal beings only found beautiful in.
He specifically learned this skill to heal Gwen. Yes, the reason Ian was able to save Gwen was because he used his own genes to cover the missing part of Gwen's genes. Because of this, Gwen is no longer Spider-Woman, but a mutant Spider-Woman, with a Y gene in her body that has been pirated using the X gene naming convention.
"Your rules can supersede the rules of the universe?" Gwen couldn't quite process what Ian was saying, mainly because Ian sometimes used metaphors that were incomprehensible to ordinary people.
“Yes, yes, the genes I gave you flow in your veins, so I am now your second parent…” Ian expressed his desire, somewhat shyly, to hear Gwen call him “father.” Only “father” was the right word, because he wanted “dad” to be reserved for the Dream God.
The evil god's gentleness and thoughtfulness are revealed in these details.
"Is that the truth? Or you might as well lie to me, tell me you just went through countless hardships and defeated some evil being to obtain Aladdin's lamp."
Gwen had listened to Ian's boasts the most, and because of this, as the fragments of memories from the old era gradually merged, she was somewhat alarmed to find that Ian hadn't actually been boasting this time.
My body is truly filled with the genes Ian gave me!
"Aladdin's lamp is nowhere near as powerful as me. I am now Ian, the man of many children and many blessings. My newly awakened abilities are so satisfying that I can openly and legitimately have others call me Daddy."
“And the stronger you are, the stronger I will be. Everyone benefits, which is the foundation for building a harmonious family.” Ian raised his arm, palm up. In an instant, countless fine dark red energies appeared above his palm, faintly resonating with some of the energies within Gwen’s body.
"..."
Gwen could also clearly feel this connection.
“You mean…you turned me into a mutant, so I’m no longer the original Spider-Man, right?” Gwen looked down at her hand and tried to gently squeeze it.
Click!
She squeezed the air and made it explode with a loud bang.
Putting aside Ian's desire for her to call him "father," Gwen has to admit that the power granted by the "evil god" is indeed formidable; no wonder countless people in movies and novels succumb to the evil god's allure.
"Isn't it amazing?"
Ian rubbed his hands excitedly, dragged the "Imam Mental Illness Relief Center" sign he had made to Gwen's bedside, and simply lifted Gwen off the bed onto his shoulders.
"You're a Y-gene mutant now, with a bright future ahead of you. Stop worrying about Spider-Man and let's go test your new abilities!"
With the plaque held aloft on one shoulder and Gwen on the other, Ian ran quickly outside, his voice filled with anticipation. He was curious about what kind of extraordinary genes he had bestowed upon Gwen.
"Wait, I'm still a patient—" Before Gwen could finish speaking, Ian had already pulled out a pillow from somewhere and stuffed it onto the shoulder he was carrying Gwen on.
Patients will certainly receive the treatment due to patients.
What is this called?
The Evil God's thoughtfulness!
"..."
Gwen, caught between silence and screams, resigned herself to her fate. She didn't even dare to suggest that her father arrest Ian anymore; after all, asking a sheriff to capture an evil god was a bit too much to ask.
of course.
Gwen had no doubt that her father would not be killed by the evil god. Based on the information in the fused memory fragments, she had no doubt that if she went to find her father, this bizarre evil god would definitely go somewhere, capture her great-grandparents who had immigrated to America during the War of Independence, and then have them scold her father, their grandson.
“He’s too strong, I can’t resist him at all.” Gwen didn’t struggle. She was always good at assessing the situation, so she found a reasonable reason for not resisting in her mind.
I saw.
that's it.
Gwen, utterly despondent, quietly perched on Ian's right shoulder, then followed him into the air, where she hung the sign for the "Immam Mental Illness Relief Center" below the "New Justice League."
Does this name have any meaning?
Gwen didn't quite understand Ian's actions.
"Imam has a profound meaning. It means that the most shrewd Ian in the world will use his identity as a dimensional demon to open a branch of Arkham Academy here."
Ian explained the meaning behind the name he had carefully chosen.
"What is Arkham Asylum?" Gwen could understand the first two explanations, but she couldn't understand something that didn't exist in the Marvel Universe at all.
Just like she couldn't understand why Ian was so fixated on the new Justice League.
In this regard.
Ian is also very patient.
"Once upon a time, there was a child who was very smart, but not strong. So he had a desire to improve and wanted to visit and learn at a place called Arkham Talent Center."
"However, the local tyrant smashed the child's dream with a gun butt and threatened to cut off the family's income. The child cried for three days and three nights but ultimately did not get his wish."
"From that day on, the boy secretly vowed that he would spend ten days in Marvel and ten days in DC, and that he would never underestimate a young man's potential. He would eventually build his own Arkham."
Ian's voice was full of emotion.
[Author Experience Points +1]
He elaborated on his sob story.
"That child is you, isn't it?" Gwen was taken aback by Ian's words, but she was much smarter than the little delinquent and knew that Ian must have used a few rhetorical devices in his words.
“The child can be me, or anyone else; I am just a reflection of everyone.” Ian said earnestly, still as fond of standing on the high ground of philosophy and morality as ever.
"A mental hospital in a superhero base? Are you serious?" Gwen glanced at the signboard, finally unable to hold back her inner rant.
“Because all the local superheroes here are mentally ill, I’m going to treat them,” Ian replied with a seemingly impeccable reason.
"..."
Gwen recalled Thor and Doctor Strange, who liked to take the appendix and pull out all sorts of weapons from it. As her expression changed, she had to admit that Ian's reasoning was hard to refute.
of course.
This argument is not as flawless as Ian believes.
“But you yourself… seem to need treatment too.” Gwen’s words were less harsh than before, and she spoke very tactfully. She truly understood that Ian was, after all, her savior.
"In fact, that's the advice my therapist gave me. He thinks I should use the skills I learned from him to heal my followers even better than my teacher."
Ian's serious speech was indeed quite informative.
"You actually have a psychiatrist???" Gwen was stunned. Having a mental patient treat other mental patients, what kind of genius did this psychiatrist graduate from!
“Yes, don’t make such a fuss. My psychologist is very capable. He’s an authoritative expert. You can’t go wrong trusting him.” Ian played to his strength of “easily trusting people.”
“Perhaps you should suggest that your therapist also go see a therapist.” Gwen was put down from Ian’s shoulder and straightened her clothes, which had been painted with paint to resemble a hospital gown by someone.
“No need, because Dr. Hannibal has been seeing a psychiatrist for longer than I have, and his psychiatrist charges more than he does.” Ian was still unaware of the truth about Dr. Hannibal.
He presented his "outdated" understanding based on his own stereotypes about Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
"???????"
These words truly left Gwen speechless. She suddenly felt that Ian's statement made much more sense. Sure enough, among the people this evil god knew, she was probably the only normal person.
“You’d better not see a psychologist, otherwise I’m worried your condition will only worsen.” Gwen expressed her concern, her gaze towards Ian quite strange.
“I’ve always been on high alert, don’t worry. Let’s not worry about the details. Come on, try out your new ability.” Ian pointed to the deserted streets around them.
Since the formation of the new Justice League, Doctor Strange has placed protective magic around the area, prohibiting anyone from actively contacting it unless absolutely necessary, to prevent anyone passing by from accidentally encountering the evil god who came to inspect the place.
Doctor Strange felt he had done something incredibly good.
"I feel like I'm still Spider-Man." Gwen was also quite concerned about her current situation, or rather, worried. Who knows if she'd shoot out a piece of her small intestine if she raised her hand.
She was incredibly anxious, taking deep breaths frantically, trying to recall the feeling of using spider silk before.
"Whoosh~"
Finally, Gwen raised her hand, and a crystalline thread shot out from her fingertip. But unlike the spider silk of the past, this thread shimmered with a faint silver-blue light.
And the moment it touched the wall—whoosh!—the thread actually merged directly into the wall. The next second, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the entire wall, as if it had been eroded by some kind of energy.
"what is this?"
Gwen's eyes widened. While she breathed a sigh of relief, she was also incredibly surprised. She felt that the spider silk she had shot out, although not from the small intestine, was still quite strange.
It seems to exist, yet it also seems not to exist, plunging into reality.
"It seems that the ability I bestowed upon you will still be influenced by your original traits. That makes sense, after all, Spider-Man is the most suitable path for you, and my gift will unearth that path."
Ian stroked his chin thoughtfully. He pulled out a small notebook and quickly wrote down, "This is so boring. I can't even create a mutant out of thin air with abilities that satisfy me."
The boy's disappointed sigh terrified Gwen.
Gwen was very fortunate that her ability wasn't one that Ian had "customized." She tried shooting out another thread, this time deliberately controlling her strength—the thread split into dozens of thin strands in the air, each one moving autonomously as if it were alive, even able to float in mid-air; it had indeed taken root in reality.
"This is no longer a capability that a spider should possess."
Gwen muttered to herself, somewhat amazed. She saw a fly land on the spider web, and then she seemed to be able to read the fly's thoughts and physical condition.
"No, no, this is no ordinary Spider-Man, you are now—Quantum Spider-Man!" Ian knew the great principle that when in doubt, one should turn to quantum mechanics.
"Quantum Spider-Man?"
Gwen glanced back at Ian several times.