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

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"what--!"

Sylvie let out a short scream as the feeling of weightlessness gripped her instantly.

After taking flight, the two crashed heavily back onto the messy ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Sylvie choked on the dirt and coughed violently.

"Forehead……"

Ian isn't like Versailles; he can fly, so of course he won't fall flat on his face. Just like a fairy doesn't poop, Ian will never be embarrassed.

"Cough cough cough~"

Sylvie was truly covered in dust and grime. She struggled to lift her head, her pupils suddenly contracting. Elios's enormous, ever-changing, terrifying body was slowly approaching, and that destructive vortex of maw had re-formed, aimed at their location! The shadow of death was clearer than ever before!

"You little madman! Use whatever method you have!!"

Sylvie shouted.

He tried to get up using both his hands and feet.

She had just gotten up when she saw Ian do something that made her brain freeze: Ian pulled out two... dark, hairy legs that looked like they had just been taken from some unlucky guy and were carefully wrapped in plastic wrap... human legs?!

"What are you going to do!"

Sylvie received no response.

With lightning speed, Ian used his extra pseudo-arms to deftly bind the two "external black hairy legs" firmly to Sylvie's legs.

External legs rental complete!

"It does not make sense!"

Sylvie was completely dumbfounded.

Before she could react, Ian himself had already nimbly climbed onto her back, clinging to her like a koala, his free hands still tightly clutching the Frost Box.

"No way! You're five centimeters taller than me!" Sylvie was dumbfounded, feeling like she was being entangled by a giant piece of chewing gum that she couldn't tear off no matter what she did.

"Stop talking nonsense, I still need to control that monster, run! Run! Female Loki! Run, Sylvie, run!"

Ian shouted in Sylvie's ear.

His tone even carried a hint of excitement as he imitated a classic line from The Flash.

"??????"

Sylvie is going crazy!

What kind of time is this?! What is this madman doing?! Tying two dead people's legs to himself?! And he's carrying this giant baby on his back?!

Just as she was about to use magic to violently throw this lunatic off her back.

hum!

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing that she failed to show off her skills in front of Ian, who considered himself a master of magic. Suddenly, those two hairy black legs wrapped in plastic wrap emitted an indescribable, twisted aura! Immediately afterward, Sylvie felt an incredibly violent force, completely beyond her control, instantly pour into her legs!

"Whoosh-!"

Her body was completely out of her control, and she shot out like an arrow!

The speed was far beyond her imagination, even leaving afterimages! The ground rushed past beneath her feet, and the wind whistled sharply in her ears!

"Hahaha! Even though you don't have a snowball to push right now, we're alchemist Nunu now!" Ian Tenn on his back started fiddling with the ice treasure box in his arms.

Instead of directly releasing the extreme cold from the treasure box—enough to freeze an entire country—he used a peculiar method to guide the icy air from the treasure box to spray backward like a fart.

That wasn't pure blue extreme cold.

Instead, it was a colorful, chilling aura.

It's obvious that a lot of technology and advanced techniques have been added.

A strange, multicolored icy breath, a mixture of extreme low temperatures, corrosive energy, mental toxins, chaotic magical fluctuations, and countless other negative effects, was sprayed precisely behind their fleeing path, like the trail of an alchemist's deadly poison, forming a long, colorful, yet deadly trail of smoke!

Elios, who was roaring and chasing after them, crashed headfirst into the colorful, icy exhaust fumes!

Hiss!

Even Elios, who could devour everything, was visibly momentarily stunned when faced with this unprecedented chilling aura that was a mixture of various cosmic-level "pollutants"!

Strange, multicolored ice crystals condensed on its ethereal body surface, its devouring speed noticeably slowed down, and it even emitted a roar that sounded like it had been poisoned—angry and uncomfortable! Ian's methods were still incredibly effective; the monster's pursuit was effectively slowed down!

"Is this okay?"

Sylvie, who kept looking back, saw this scene, her emerald eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment! Of course, she recognized it as the Frost Giants' treasure of Jotunheim—the Frost Casket! But the power of the Frost Casket was pure, extreme, icy blue cold, not some colorful thing with so many fancy negative effects!

"What...what did you do to the Frozen Treasure Chest?!" Sylvie shouted with difficulty as she ran, the wind whistling in her ears, her tone no less than that of an Italian seeing strawberry spaghetti with hot oil.

"I used a bit of ingenuity, and my super-precious blood, and the Frost Treasure Box atomized my super-precious blood." Ian's tone was as relaxed as if he were discussing what to have for dinner, even carrying a hint of pride. He seemed to already see his future as an emperor who could suppress mountains and seas with just a drop of his blood.

"??????"

Did you add some of your own health?!

Sylvie's eyelids twitched violently, and her stomach churned. She finally understood what that multicolored poison was! Who would have thought it was this guy's blood?!

Whose blood is so poisonous that it can even affect a time monster?!

Is this scientific?

Is this magic?

Sylvie couldn't fathom what kind of filthy thing was carrying on her back. This blood poison was so potent that even a peak Thor, or the strongest version of Odin, couldn't withstand it!

She was about to say something to complain when Ian interrupted her.

“Hey, Loki, I have a question. Why are you so afraid of it? I remember… didn’t you tame it?” Ian’s voice suddenly became serious. He was referring to the time when Loki and Sylvie teamed up to tame Helios in the final battle at the Time Mutation Agency (TVA).

"Huh? You even know that?"

Upon hearing this, Sylvie frowned deeply, her running speed undiminished: "You really are from 'that era'... but why do I have absolutely no recollection of you?"

She searched through all her memories, including those of other Loki variants, but found no information about the mad boy.

“Oh, you’re the second person to say that.” Ian said thoughtfully, not answering the question about his origins, but sticking to his initial curiosity.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

He felt that Sylvie should have been able to control the monster.

It's like training a dog.

however.

The reality was far different from what he had imagined. In fact, Ian could even sense from Sylvie the fear that this Loki mutant shouldn't have felt towards the Time Monster.

“I just landed not long ago, but I can tell you this.” Sylvie gritted her teeth, looking at Elios behind her, which, although slowed down, was still in hot pursuit, and a deep sense of fear and anger flashed in her eyes: “That’s because… the ruler who is now controlling it is extremely evil.”

Upon hearing this, Ian seemed to realize something and asked in surprise, "Conqueror Kang has returned? That's not right, wasn't he wiped out conceptually by the feminists?"

This is Marvel anecdotes known only to Ian.

Sylvie couldn't understand.

However, she already had some understanding of Ian's "words of wisdom," so she didn't ask or dwell on it. Instead, she lowered her voice and spoke with great apprehension, her eyes gleaming.

“No, not Kang the Conqueror. If you are truly a survivor from ‘that era,’ perhaps you won’t forget another name… a name that nearly destroyed everything and turned countless realities into scorched earth.” She paused, as if uttering that name itself required immense courage.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and uttered that chilling answer.

"Almighty God... Ultron."

Her voice was very low.

"The Time Mutation Authority (TVA), and all of this... are now under Ultron's control." Sylvie's words echoed at the end of this chaotic and desperate time.

Every word carried a weight that made her feel suffocated.

That was more than just an artificial intelligence; it was an ultimate destruction program that nearly turned reality into inorganic dust, one of the darkest chapters in Avengers history.

"Ultron?"

Ian was also somewhat surprised.

Of course he still remembers the role.

In the Marvel multiverse, Ultron, a super AI villain created by humans, has countless evolved versions, with his combat power ranging from "city-level threat" to "multiverse devourer".

The limitless possibilities bestowed upon Ultron by Tony Stark himself are Ultron's greatest asset.

"Yes, it's Ultron."

Sylvie gritted her teeth, carrying Ian and those two strange black hairy legs that gave her insane speed, and ran wildly across a messy garbage plain, dodging the intermittently spewed energy breaths of Elios that could annihilate existence.

“We don’t know how he did it!” Her voice was torn apart by the wind. “By the time we noticed something was wrong, he had already replaced the ‘Remnant’ and sat on the throne of time! He has assimilated and modified all the systems of TVA! He is now the master of time itself!”

.........

Time Mutation Administration.

The highest authority room.

This contrasts sharply with the chaos and decay at the end of time.

The room was vast and boundless, as if one were at the heart of the universe. Beyond the enormous, curved, transparent walls lay not the pitch-black expanse of space, but an endless, flowing, and dazzling cosmic light.

Countless newly formed galaxies rotate slowly like embryos, while unbloomed cosmic bubbles are like pearls embedded in the veins of time, radiating gentle yet powerful energy fluctuations. It is so quiet here that you can hear your own heartbeat, and every breath seems to breathe in and out the birth and death of stars.

Gwen Stacy, or rather, Ian’s first blessed servant, Quantum Spider-Man, stands before this magnificent and awe-inspiring sight, gazing at the breathtaking view outside.

She was no longer wearing that familiar Spider-Man suit.

Instead, she changed into a fitted, silver-white TVA special agent combat uniform with blue flowing lines, which accentuated her agile figure.

“Therefore, we need to find the secrets buried in history.” Gwen’s blonde hair was tied back, and her face showed a hint of fatigue, but more so a firm sense of mission. In her hand, she held a palm-sized, extremely precise, silver-white instrument whose surface constantly flashed with tiny streams of data.

It looks like a locator, or some kind of interface device.

Her gaze fell upon a holographic projection platform in the center of the room. On the platform, a virtual image of a middle-aged male butler, composed of soft light and possessing a classic and reliable appearance, was flickering slightly—it was Jarvis, the virtual form of Tony Stark's most trusted AI butler.

"Jarvis."

Gwen's voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of confirmation.

"Are you sure... as long as we put this on Ian Kent, we can locate the coordinates of that... 'OA-A' you mentioned?"

Her gaze was full of suspicion.

The holographic image of "Jarvis" revealed a perfect, reassuring smile, his voice gentle and magnetic, with a convincing calmness.