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

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There are also various department stores.

Soon, the boy's eyes were fixed on a fairly upscale fast food restaurant, where at least the food was freshly fried. He quickly ran over and pushed open the door to enter.

"Here, it must be here." Ian made his judgment with certainty, and his stomach immediately growled twice. He was always quite hungry after using his self-healing ability. Although this hunger was not usually intense due to his improved physical abilities, it did not affect Ian's desire for a win-win situation.

"I need to fill my stomach first. I need to be full to have the energy to grab things... No, I mean to be a superhero." He ordered food with the gusto of a glutton who hadn't eaten for three days.

Twenty hamburgers, ten fries, five milkshakes, and thirty fried chicken legs. If Ian weren't afraid of being bullied with strange looks, he could have ordered even more fast food.

"This is the source of my confidence as a wealthy person."

Ian sat down at a large table by the window, even elegantly tucking his napkin into his T-shirt. The only downside to the meal was that his Coca-Cola couldn't be served in a stemmed glass.

"Cuckoo~"

Ian's "Drinking" isn't just a happy drink for couch potatoes.

He looked at the table full of food and was about to begin his pre-meal prayer when suddenly a figure ran past the floor-to-ceiling window and disappeared into the fast-food restaurant.

She first ran a few steps towards the restroom, then retreated and crawled under Ian's table. Before Ian could react, a group of men in black followed them into the fast food restaurant. They attracted the attention of many diners, but since they weren't carrying guns, no one seemed to panic.

"what happened?"

Ian watched the group of men in black with curiosity.

They first searched the fast food restaurant, looked around but didn't find their target, and then, seemingly led by some wise person, rushed towards the fast food restaurant's restroom.

Perhaps they thought the target would escape through the window.

It's a classic plot point. Ian wasn't surprised at all; after all, it's perfectly reasonable for someone to wear dark sunglasses indoors in the afternoon if they have poor eyesight.

"Little punk, that's enough."

Ian kicked the girl hiding under the tablecloth.

"Damn Ian! Don't kick my chest to pieces!" The girl crawled out from under the tablecloth, cursing and frantically grabbing napkins from the table to wipe her clothes, which had shoe prints on them.

Yes.

She is Madison.

Ian's school deskmate.

"Are you in 'Fast Food Restaurant Horror' now? A Hollywood slacker?" Ian remembered that Madison liked to audition on Saturdays and Sundays, so he made a bold guess, much like Kogoro.

"No, can't you see? I'm really being chased by a bunch of lunatics!" Madison, still shaken, snatched the Coke from Ian's hand and took a few big gulps to calm himself down.

"Is it dead?"

Ian wasn't angry about this. Instead, he picked up another drink. After all, he had been used to it for several years, and he didn't exhibit any food-guarding behavior after his food was taken away. His inner emotions weren't even as strong as his own speculations; he was simply more like Kogoro Mouri than Kogoro Akechi.

"He shouldn't die?"

Madison was also somewhat uncertain.

"If you're not going to die, let me have some food first." Ian tidied up the slightly messy table, hoping that Miss Death wouldn't think he was a casual person while he was praying.

To be honest, I'm a little afraid that Miss Death will take advantage of this.

"No, I'm talking about a bunch of perverts trying to catch me, and you're just so calm?" Madison couldn't understand why Ian was still so unfazed.

She suspected that Ian did not believe her.

“We live in an era where superheroes and supervillains roam around, isn’t that a normal life?” Ian looked at Madison with a slightly strange expression.

"..."

I held it in for a long time.

"Grass!"

Madison was speechless, but she had to admit that Ian's words always made a bit of sense—feeling frustrated, Madison picked up a box of fries from the table and started eating.

She knows Ian's rules very well.

So without being reminded, he very consciously took out ten dollars and slapped it in front of Ian.

“You can eat forty-five bites. Count how many you ate yourself.” Although Ian no longer needed to care about this small amount of money, he still put the money in his pocket very quickly.

"You ordered so much food for yourself?" Madison was somewhat surprised by Ian's unusual appetite; she felt that this amount of food would definitely last her at least a week.

He began to pray with his eyes closed.

Madison, on the other hand, was a very curious person. "Someone like you actually believes in religion? Scientology? A religion for straight men? Or the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"

have to say.

This classmate's bias towards Ian is really too strong.

“I only believe in the New Superman God Cult, but that doesn’t affect my connection with the goddess who symbolizes death.” After Ian finished praying, he also knew how to test the Miss Death who was pretending to be dead.

"I can't help it, I can't go a day without contacting them, they're too clingy." Before he could finish speaking, Ian felt an invisible hand gripping the top of his head.

No pain.

But the other party was shaking violently, as if trying to shake out the water inside.

Ok.

Miss Death seems to have really just been faking her death.

Why is your head shaking? Have you eaten anything? Can I have a piece?

Madison kept his eyes on Ian.

"This is just a close interaction."

Ian finished speaking.

It felt as if an invisible hand had withdrawn as if it couldn't avoid it.

He became elegant again.

"My God, what are you talking about?"

The blonde girl was very confused. Her deskmate was indeed speaking human language, but although she could understand each word, she couldn't figure out what they meant when strung together.

"You don't understand now, but you will definitely understand after you die. Miss Death is the supreme being, the final destination of life—or at least the final destination of most ordinary lives."

Ian wasn't trying to show off.

He only wanted to test his deskmate's amazing healing ability because he remembered it, but his deskmate, who could probably save even the dying in an instant, still didn't seem to understand.

"Death? A goddess? Is this some new cult targeting nerdy guys?" Madison was completely bewildered, genuinely unable to connect with Ian. She could only try her best to understand and start to think outside the box, wondering if this was because Ian was going through a period of suppressed ego.

Otherwise, why would they be so superstitious as to join some kind of goddess cult?

"To be honest, you should get out more. Come with me later. I have a group of girlfriends—spend an afternoon with them and you'll know what a real goddess is."

Madison's helpfulness towards her friends still had a hint of manipulative charm.

It's just like pimping.

"Okay, it seems you really don't know." Ian had finished testing him. He believed that although his classmate's acting skills were good, they certainly couldn't reach Oscar-level naturalness.

"Should I know?" Madison ran her long, slender hands through her messy hair, her eyes blank. Her eyes twitched slightly when she saw the Rolex logo on Ian's wrist.

“I know you’re bold and dare to curse anyone, but death is definitely not an evil god… Look, look, if there were no death, would we have such delicious hamburger patties?”

Ian didn't know if Miss Death had left or not, but he just kept talking about it, "And there are such delicious dead pork chops. If they hadn't died, would I be able to eat such delicacies?"

talking.

Ian even started gnawing on a pork chop.

"..."

Madison regretted not studying hard enough. Even though she knew Ian's words were fallacies, she still couldn't refute them. After all, one can't really gnaw on a live pig.

That picture.

It's terrifying to even think about.

It's just that there's no alcohol here, otherwise Madison would definitely have had a few sips—that's how women are.

"They're all junk food; eating too much of them will make you fat."

Her well-intentioned reminder was probably an attempt to change the subject.

but.

Ian took this very seriously.

“Junk food is great, my godfather loves to eat it.”

He's showing off.

Madison felt as if Madison hadn't eaten for ten or fifteen days.

"Goo~"

The blonde girl swallowed hard.

"Godfather? You mean your godfather, right? Since he loves to eat, I think you should bring some back for him, instead of using him as an excuse to eat and drink to your heart's content here?"

Madison's words made a lot of sense.

but.

She doesn't have the same level of reasoning as Ian.

“My godfather is in jail right now, so he can’t eat, so I’m eating for him. He’ll definitely be able to smell it because of the bond between us.” Ian was absolutely certain of this.

His cheeks were bulging out, like a hamster.

"..."

Madison slapped his forehead, clearly not believing Ian's nonsense.

"You're making me laugh out loud."

She shook her head, feeling helpless.

Looking at the table full of food, Madison stopped eating. It wasn't that she was disciplined enough, but rather that she noticed Ian glanced at her after she had taken her forty-fifth bite.

"With the way you eat, how can you possibly have muscles? Was that muscle photo you sent to everyone in the middle of the night photoshopped?" Madison looked at Ian with suspicion.

"what?"