Death Knight Dependent?
Looking at the status name on the status bar, Ian's first thought was the Knight of Death among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but he was not sure what kind of character this was.
He only remembered the Angel of Death.
As for the Death Knight... after all, the time travel happened more than ten years ago. Even if Ian often consolidated his memory, it was difficult for him to remember that trivial information.
Not to mention that he didn't know every aspect of the world he was living in. He was a man with a college entrance examination score of over 700, and the books he had read the most were of course, textbooks.
As for movies and comics? They are just a way to spend free time. If Ian had known that he would travel to the DC universe, he would have dropped out of school and become a real "comic book nerd".
"Anyway, this pendant Madison gave me is probably not simple." Ian of course, realized that the person who gave him the brand on the back of his hand must be a big shot.
He just didn't know how big and powerful this boss is. Of course, Ian now has a higher opinion of his system for being able to accurately detect such mysterious identity information.
"Perhaps I really have a chance to get rid of the identity of an ordinary NPC." Ian looked down at the brand on the back of his hand. The lines of the pattern were smooth, yet full of a certain mysterious charm.
The only drawback is that it doesn't have any negative effects.
This made him feel a little disappointed and regretful.
No matter who the big boss behind this special situation is, Ian feels that the other party does not quite understand his needs, and it is obvious at first glance that the attention he gives him is just not very sincere.
"Shrimp-head guy!"
Ian only dared to mutter this in his heart, which was actually very bold. He rubbed the brand a few times and then took out the homework assigned by the school teacher.
Yes, that's right, even in public schools in America, there is homework, but the amount is very small, and most of the time it can be completed quickly.
If he is faster, it will take more than ten minutes; if he is slower, it will take half an hour, but for Ian, it will take two hours. It's not that he is not capable, but he will finish all 20 homework assignments.
As a true academic master.
Ian has been doing private customization for his classmates for a long time and has a detailed insight into the level of IQ that all students have. This kind of business has never been discovered by any teacher.
"Only in public schools would there be so many children who don't like to study." Ian sighed. In fact, according to their parents' abilities, both Ian and his two brothers have the capital to go to private schools, but their father is a combination of divinity and humanity, a superman who is more saintly than even angels in the DC universe.
It is important to integrate into the general public.
This is Superman's philosophy and his way of raising children. At the same time, in Ian's opinion, choosing to send his children to public schools is probably also a reason to prevent his children from being influenced by the upper class.
Smoking and drinking?
These bad habits are only child's play in private schools in America. The bad students in such schools can become worse than the so-called bullies in public schools.
"Done! Call it a day!"
Ian finished his own little business.
He started working on "The Domineering Superman Falls in Love with Me" again. He was having some writer's block, so he decided to introduce a new element, making Superman lose his memory after being hit by a spaceship hundreds of light years away and forgetting the heroine.
In the following story, Superman even forgot that he was Superman, and was taken in by a scheming female villain, forcing the 40-year-old heroine to go back to her old job and join the female villain's company as a cleaning lady.
"The heroine also has to discover the company's unspeakable secret, which is that it intends to use sanitary napkins to poison and manipulate girls all over the world. Only the heroine, who has been in menopause for many years, is not affected!"
"By the way, the heroine has nine children, and I can send them off one by one like the Calabash Brothers. I am such a genius at patching things up!" Ian was very satisfied with his plot design.
He wrote a book again, putting all his efforts into it. To be honest, Ian no longer cared whether the book was published or not, or whether it made money or not. He felt that the most important thing was to enjoy writing a book.
Of course, being able to make money is a win-win situation.
Ian won twice.
"What a refreshing storm of inspiration!" Ian stopped writing when he found it boring. After thinking for a while, he decided to submit the manuscript to a publishing house he had already found.
Wayne Group holds absolute control in it.
I think there must be an editor with a keen eye for talent.
Ian believes in the level of commercial investment of Batman.
"I'll go to the mail tomorrow."
Ian, who was looking forward to it, sorted out his first volume of manuscripts and carefully polished a few details. Then he left the room to wash up. When he came back, the clock on the desk had already pointed to a special moment.
[11:59]
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Ian quickly ran to his bed.
[12:00]
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Finally, at the last moment, Ian covered himself with the quilt. Ian lay flat on the bed with his hands folded on his abdomen, like a corpse ready for burial.
As the new boundary between one day and another came, he entered the strange world as expected, and the biting cold wind blew across his cheek without any harm. Ian slowly opened his eyes, and the familiar lead-gray sky oppressed his vision, and the heavy snow fell silently.
"My refresh point is really far away this time." Ian exhaled, looked around, and after finding the reference of the bridge, he also knew clearly where he was.
"Fatherlander! Fatherlander!"
Enter this world again, Ian's mind was full of the goal of getting closer to Homelander. He raised his hand to wipe off the snow, checked the road signs briefly, and then ran madly towards the north.
His strength and physique were many times greater than those of ordinary people, allowing him to run like a nimble cheetah. He could be called a humanoid vehicle, swiftly running through one quiet street after another.
The snow is still falling.
This city is just too big.
Even at Ian's speed, he was out of breath and ran for several hours before he found the familiar place. This might have also been related to the fact that he got lost briefly along the way.
Ian felt that he couldn't blame himself entirely for being bad at finding his way. It was mainly because, after knowing that this place was related to the Marvel Universe, he was also looking for other possible superhero corpses along the way.
However, nothing was found.
Fortunately, he finally found the street where the Hulk and Homelander's bodies were. The Hulk was already buried by the snow, but the snow was not too heavy.
Standing on the street.
Ian hesitated for a moment.
He looked at his [Strength] and [Physique] attributes, which had increased dramatically, and finally decided to climb with his own hands instead of looking for tools around him.
Humans invented and learned to use tools because of hard work.
And he is slightly lazy.
"Here I come! Johnny!" Ian first took a few steps back, then suddenly sprinted forward, climbing up the Hulk's arm like a flying monkey.
It turns out, the Boys who like to rely on themselves will not have too bad luck.
Ian succeeded.
He won the bet. He knew that he was definitely a God of Gamblers. Holding the Hulk's thumb, Ian stretched out his hand to Homelander's head.
Completely clotted blood touched his slightly tender hand.
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