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

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The milk tea that had been smeared with Ian's saliva looked quite pungent.

At least that's true for these lower-dimensional life forms.

"As expected! I passed the test. This is not just a miracle, but also a blessing!" Grom, hungry and excited, felt his current physical strength.

To prove their strength.

He charged straight at a huge rock.

He swung his fist down.

"Bang bang bang~"

Accompanied by a loud bang.

He shattered that rock with his bare hands!

"Oh my God!"

"Ancestors above! That punch of yours could probably kill a wild boar!"

"Is the Hungry Clan about to produce a legendary warrior capable of hunting giant beasts alone?" The surrounding wild orcs exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

This is a power they never dared to imagine in the past.

He has such a powerful physique.

There's absolutely no need to worry about not being able to hunt enough food.

Chief Black Hand, starving and seeing stars, could no longer hold back.

He was shocked.

They knew this was an opportunity to change the fate of their tribe.

then.

Black Hand, starving and seeing stars, loudly announced.

"I am the chief! I am sure I can also pass the trial of the gods!" With that, he rushed towards the golden lake, and because of his greed, he prostrated himself on the ground, wanting to drink the divine water.

however.

He overestimated himself.

He was indeed closer to the cause than the warriors of the Hungry Family.

But only his mouth touched the lake.

Even the most powerful orc in the tribe.

That's where it ends.

He received a boost from the radiation emanating from the lake, and his body almost couldn't withstand the force. His blood vessels bulged, blood seeped out, and his muscles expanded as if tearing.

He felt as if he was about to explode, and he was in excruciating pain.

"I can do it! I am the strongest! God has favored me!"

Black Hand roared.

However, sensing something was wrong, he retreated frantically. The next second, he suddenly swung his fist, smashing a much larger rock to pieces with a force far exceeding that of Grom Hungry.

The orcs in the tribe could no longer contain themselves and rushed forward, vying to participate in this trial. Each orc who got close received a different degree of enhancement.

How much exactly?

It depends on how long they can stay by the sacred lake.

Yes.

Sacred Lake.

The orcish tribes had quietly changed their view of the lake. Seeing this, Garrosh, the starving priest, trembled and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"This...this must be a blessing bestowed upon us by the giants!"

He raised his hands.

Solemn declaration.

"This lake is clearly the source of power, the reason why the intelligent giants are so enormous. From this day forward, this lake shall be named—[Fountain of Life]!"

"Anyone who participates in its trial will gain power. I hope that one day, a warrior will be born in the tribe who can drink it. That warrior will surely become a legend!"

The priest's words received a response.

The orcs in the tribe cheered in unison.

The sound shook the sky.

The extraordinary has been conceived.

Perhaps their story has already begun quietly here. At the same time, a new worship of the mysterious giant is also growing.

only.

Floating in the clouds, watching this scene, Ian did not want such worship.

He knew very well that he belonged to the ruler of this extra dimension, and that the trash he didn't want was a treasure to the creatures in it, but this was not the dimensional demon god start he wanted.

"If I take a piss, will it instantly turn into the Well of Eternity?"

"Where are the elves? Where are they?" Ian knew he had eaten too much technology and hard work tonight. He looked around, his eyes able to see every corner of the world.

This is the privilege of being a dimensional lord.

Yes.

The extra dimension unlocked for Ian by the system truly made him a dimensional lord, and the miniature world beneath his feet is the weak dimension he now possesses.

The power of faith is converging on Ian.

not much.

But something is better than nothing.

Since the faith originates from life within its own dimension, its quality is considerably higher than the magic provided by the general believers in the [Superhero Popularity Center].

of course.

The difference in the quality of magic is not the difference between being mottled and being pure.

This difference can be seen as the density difference between liquid metal and air. Even among ordinary life forms, the amount of magical "volume" that two different individuals can provide to Ian remains constant. However, due to differences in their level of faith, the density of magical power within that same "volume" will differ.

They're all used the same way.

The only difference is the amount of "influence" they can "burn".

"Although my dimension is weak, it is clear that those little ones are conceptually no different from ordinary people in the DC universe, after all, they can provide me with such abundant magic."

"It's probably just because the world is too small that they appear to be the size of ants."

Ian felt his authority as a dimensional demon god; he could grow larger or smaller in this world, and at the same time, he could clearly feel that the entire world was truly insignificant.

It's roughly the size of Earth.

The sky is round and the earth is square.

Looking up, you can see that there are no stars in the sky, only alternating colors of white and black—this dimension, after all, comes from a fragment of the universe.

[This data contains incomplete universal laws, which can help the host forge their own additional dimension.] Ian recalled the information given before the system had finished "extracting" the data.

Clearly, the so-called "extra dimension" data package only provides him with a one-dimensional rough draft, like a half-finished sandbox game that has only built the most basic framework.

A world like a dream.

It appears to be functioning normally.

In reality, many aspects don't stand up to scrutiny, and there's still room for improvement in various areas. For example, the sky—without the sun, the world still has day and night.

"My world can be completely rebuilt from scratch."

Ian felt the heartbeat of the entire dimension.

He can "hear" the sound of the wind blowing across the mountaintop, "see" the path of water flowing through the cracks in the rocks, and "touch" the breath of all living things.

At this moment, the boy finally understood why those legendary dimensional demons were so engrossed in their own domains—everything within a dimension was an extension of the dimensional demon's will.

Every drop of water, every leaf, every wisp of wind is responding to their call.

And himself.

It has now become such a thing.

He can change the rules, reshape the order, and even elevate a race from the ordinary to the extraordinary.

He is no longer just a time traveler.

Rather, it is the true creator.

“If he is the creator, then the dimension of an evil god should not be like this.” With a thought, Ian used the authority he had just obtained to begin “painting” in the sky, as if he were graffiti.

I saw.

Ian closed his eyes.

Feeling the magic swirling in my mind.

That power, which was born after Ian rebuilt the Marvel universe, has been growing at a fairly good rate in his mind.

Following the major event of "The Death of the Stocking Superman," orchestrated by an extraordinary sage, Ian's magical power has evolved from the level of a well to the level of a great lake.

They are magic.

It is also divine power.

And now.

The evil god then began to use his authority to redefine this world, which was only in its embryonic stage, and manipulated one law after another that governed the world.

“There are so many dimensional demons, and to stand out, you need some unconventional methods, just like a talent show.” Ian always had his own understanding of various extraordinary professions as an ordinary person.

Gravity, conservation of matter, energy conversion... these physical laws that are taken for granted in most worlds need to be modified and redefined by him in this nascent dimension.

Magic flowed from his fingertips.

It has permeated every corner of the world.