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“I know! But then her mouth and nose will bleed! Do you know how expensive this dress is?” Ian still remembered how difficult it was to wash his blood-stained clothes.
"..."
"..."
Both the demon and Gwen, whose mouth and nose were covered, were speechless at the same time.
The girl's eyes widened.
He couldn't speak.
He could only smear some blood on his hands and start writing in the snow beside him, "I want to die quickly... Also, you stepped on my colon!!!"
Her notes were messy.
Finally, he used three exclamation marks to express his feelings at that moment. Ian looked down and, sure enough, found himself standing on Gwen's exposed intestines.
“A woman’s mouth is a liar’s mouth; this is clearly an appendix.” Ian took a few steps back and loosened his grip, which allowed Gwen, who had been holding her breath for almost her life, to start breathing again.
"?!?!"
Gwen had run out of curse words; she hated herself for not having enough in that area. She gritted her teeth and slowly reached her trembling fingers into her abdomen.
Rather than let this wretched boy help her, Gwen felt it would be better to end it all herself. But just then, as if she suddenly saw something, she stopped trying to end her own life.
"From the sky! An experimental subject!"
Gwen's weak voice was tinged with tension.
"Experimental subject?"
Ian looked up but saw nothing.
At that moment, the demon at her waist suddenly spoke again, "She's talking about that, isn't she? It looks really beautiful. Oh, how could this wondrous dimension give birth to such a beautiful life!"
Its tone was full of admiration.
Ian turned and looked up at the sky.
next moment.
"Oh, Father... what the hell is this?" Ian's head was buzzing, and he felt like he had been struck by lightning. He wished he could gouge out his eyes on the spot and wash them with disinfectant.
"Good, good! So you can't even get proper meals in the apocalypse, so you've started playing with reassembled corpses, huh!" Ian realized that the survivors of this world seemed to be playing with a very novel innovation.
I saw.
A strange figure hovered in mid-air. Homelander's iconic blue uniform covered a muscular body, but the Hulk's thick arms and legs were attached to that body.
The muscular limbs contrasted absurdly with the relatively slender torso.
Snowflakes are falling.
It melts away rapidly.
The "Piece-to-Piece Corpse" stared at Ian with its eyes glowing red.
Chapter 80: Fighting for Homelander! Skill Acquisition!
Their eyes met.
Aside from feeling disgusted by Homelander, the Frankenstein monster, Ian wasn't panicked at all. He was just a minor figure in the DC Universe, but in the Nightmare Marvel universe, he was immune to all harm.
"I'm not crazy, you are... It's a pity I can't introduce my psychiatrist to you, otherwise he would definitely teach you how to reassemble a corpse and cook it into a meal."
Ian turned around to criticize Gwen, only to find that Gwen had already turned her head to the side and chosen to kick the bucket. Sometimes people may indeed use this method to avoid being lectured by others.
“I feel like I’ve learned another trick, and this one will definitely defeat my invincible father.” Ian said thoughtfully, just about to say that Homelander might not understand him without a father.
"Zizzizi~"
Floating in mid-air.
The stitched-together monster, with the Hulk's limbs and Homelander's body spliced together, though seemingly devoid of any human consciousness, suddenly unleashed a heat ray at Ian at that moment.
The snowflakes instantly vaporized in the high temperature of the heat rays, and the crimson beam swept towards Ian like a raging torrent. The boy, who was prepared, immediately raised his hands.
"Zizzizi~"
Heat rays blew all over Ian's face.
but.
Ian wasn't embarrassed.
“No problem, high-energy electromagnetic waves are indeed faster, just like my childhood that is gradually fading away, I can’t grasp them.” Ian was unharmed and even a little sentimental.
Very artistic.
However, this does not affect the system's assessment: [You attempted to learn how to handle heat rays and gained insights into superhuman, death-defying techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +6]
Regardless of the system's attitude, it always manages to give Ian the surprises he desires in this world. Another wave of professional experience was gained, prompting Ian to give the stitched-up Homelander a defiant finger gesture.
"Zizzizi~"
The heat rays continue.
The stitched-up Homelander in mid-air had no emotions; it was an empty shell, devoid of a soul, merely obeying biological instincts.
"That's it! Don't stop! Use... well, saying 'use force' sounds a bit strange, widen your eyes a little more." Ian continued to grab the heat beam and gained two more waves of experience.
However, this scoring spree didn't last long. Seeing that his attack was ineffective, the stitched-up Homelander suddenly swooped down at a speed exceeding Mach 10.
The air burst open, spewing out cone-shaped clouds of mist.
That seemingly incongruous fist, carrying a force capable of shattering steel, slammed towards Ian's face. Ian didn't move, because he knew that moving even slightly would be a waste of energy.
The stitched-up Homelander punched Ian in the forehead, creating noticeable ripples and distortions in the air.
however.
It was still pointless; Ian remained unharmed.
The demon head at the boy's waist emitted a pure, mocking laugh, "What a foolish zombie! Daring to harm the master of this dimension in a world of its own?"
"What a waste! Such a perfect body! It should be used by a clever mind!" The demon head, filled with longing, mocked Ian while making a plea.
"Tear his head off! Then put my head on! I'm the best fit for this body!" The demon's head's words reminded Ian.
"It really was stitched up..."
Ian noticed that the junction between Homelander's head and torso was covered with sutures, which was normal, since Homelander's head and body had already been separated when he saw the body before.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Perhaps sensing Ian's offensive gaze, instinct drove this true "Pinduoduo" native to launch a relentless barrage of attacks on Ian at a dizzying pace.
Useless.
But that doesn't stop him from putting in a lot of effort.
Ian did not heed the devil's head's suggestion. He earnestly tried to reach out and grab Homelander's fist, but his current physical condition was quite different from the stitched-up Homelander.
Also normal.
After all, the [Savage Tyrant] class was only at level one. And so, the stitched-together Homelander continued to launch attacks, while Ian relentlessly tried to grab his fist.
You are learning combat techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1
You are learning combat techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1
You are learning combat techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1
……
What a perfect world this is.
What a wonderful experience-farming machine!
The only regret is that Ian never actually managed to grab the stitched-up Homelander's fist—there's no way his eyes and hands could keep up with the opponent's speed.
"Damn it! John Banner Master Yip, can't you just let me catch you once? If you catch me just once, I'll chant 'You're the real superhero' three times a day!"
Ian's competitive spirit can be quite strong at times, and it can be triggered from time to time in strange situations. While gaining experience is certainly enjoyable, he is genuinely trying to grab his opponent's fist.
"If you keep doing this, I'm going to tear your head off! No! I'm going to cyberbully you!" Ian's futile attempts only resulted in a face that grew increasingly red.
of course.
A test.
Ian also confirmed that perhaps the stitched-up Homelander really had no remaining intelligence.
Cyberbullying has been brought up.
This guy's movements haven't slowed down at all.
"Hey!"
Helpless, Ian could only sigh silently, constantly using the pieced-together corpse to gain experience. His mood gradually calmed down, after all, MacArthur had once said that the more failures one makes, the more adaptable one becomes.
The general may have actually said that.
"Huhuhu~"
The stitched-up Homelander's powerful punches can even create sonic booms.
Ian still hasn't made any progress.
His opponent's punches landed squarely, each blow hitting him hard. However, this did not affect Ian's experience gain, nor did it affect the Old Iron System's careful judgment.
[General skill successfully acquired]
[Ian Kent's Defense Technique [Beginner]: When you stand still, you receive 10% less damage. Your face and vital areas receive double the damage reduction.]
Say something.
Such a system feedback.
Even Ian was stunned for a second.
but.
He quickly realized that he had come to understand his family tradition—as long as he didn't defend, he didn't need to defend, which was another form of defense.
The spirit of the "Farmers" has possessed him.