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This is the sound of birds chirping in the branches.
When Ian opened his eyes, he thought he was going to see hell.
But instead of a pleasant breeze, he was greeted by the fragrance of flowers. He lay on a meadow covered in tiny white wildflowers, the distant sound of a babbling brook drifting by. Sunlight streamed through the clouds, refracting into iridescent halos on the blades of grass. The scene was so beautiful that even the demon's head hanging from his backside seemed out of place.
The bull's head is pretending to be dead.
Ian was stunned.
"This isn't right."
Ian frowned and sat up. He looked around and saw that the distant holy city was enveloped in a layer of black mycelium-like substance. The viscous darkness kept writhing but could never cross the invisible boundary.
To permeate this paradise.
at this time.
Suddenly, I felt an unusual sensation in my pocket.
"No, have my biomimetic pants, under my influence, already automatically sought out valuable items?"
Ian pulled out a pearl necklace.
He was certain this wasn't his. The milky white pearls gleamed softly in the sunlight, one of them slightly warm, drawing his gaze to his right.
Thirty paces away, an afternoon tea table was set up under a giant tree covered in golden flowers.
A woman in a long dress is pouring tea.
Her hair was studded with starlight-like fragments. The man sitting opposite her had his back to Ian, but his familiar brown leather jacket and gray hair made him look very familiar to Ian.
"Oh God, you pimp, you, you, you, it's you... my never-before-seen grandfather! Good heavens, what are you doing here!"
He was shocked.
The sound was like thunder.
The boy's blush outweighed all the profanities; perhaps no one in the world had ever seen Ian so flustered and terrified.
Chapter 141 God! God has intervened!?
The sunlight in heaven seemed to be filtered through a soft veil.
It gently sprinkled down in a tranquil garden.
The air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. There is no hustle and bustle of the world here, nor is there pollution like mountains of corpses and seas of blood; there is only tranquility and harmony.
"Holy shit!"
In heaven.
Unable to utter ordinary profanities, Ian could only utter sacred profanities in shock. Beneath his feet lay grass that would never wither, and the scene thirty yards away truly astonished him.
Who would have thought?
Ian has just entered heaven.
He saw his grandfather next to a white, carved wrought iron coffee table.
That is, Superman's adoptive father.
Of course, this wasn't what alarmed Ian; his emotions were quite turbulent, mainly because old Jonathan Kent was having afternoon tea with an elegant lady.
The woman was wearing a long dress that looked like it had stepped out of a 1940s fashion magazine, and her every move exuded elegance. It was clear that she was not from an ordinary family before she went to heaven.
Martha Wayne!
Bruce Wayne's mother, Batman's mother. Perhaps no one in Gotham doesn't know her, and even the most dangerous Joker wouldn't dare mention her in front of Batman.
at this time.
Batman's mother appears to be having a pleasant conversation with Superman's father. Such a scene would leave anyone speechless; Ian's emotions, at least, are truly indescribable.
His grandmother, Martha, is still alive, and his grandfather has fallen in love with another Martha in heaven? Is it that his grandfather was too devoted, or that he really wanted to improve himself so he tried to find a rich woman to be with?
The problem is they all went to heaven.
There's no need to try any harder!
“Oh, my rich Uncle Bruce, is he really going to become my uncle…” Ian rubbed his eyes, and just as he was lost in thought, old Jonathan suddenly turned around.
Those eyes, weathered by life's hardships, still shine brightly in heaven.
“I already have a feeling you’ll say something outrageous when you get back, kid. Come here, let me give you a spanking first.” Old Jonathan didn’t seem surprised by Ian’s appearance.
He teased Ian with a seemingly fierce expression, his graying sideburns neatly combed behind his ears, and a smile on his rosy cheeks that Ian had only ever seen in the videos Clark had kept.
The souls in heaven can choose their age and appearance in the eyes of others. Clearly, the image that Jonathan Kent has chosen now is that of a grandfather.
That was the last image that was etched into Clark's mind shortly before his death. People who live on farms always age faster, and time had left deep marks on old Jonathan very early on; every wrinkle etched on his face recorded the sunshine and rain of the Kansas farm.
“Oh, Grandfather… spanking me is fine, but spanking Ms. Martha Wayne is not.” Ian was mainly worried that his still-living grandmother, Martha, would be heartbroken if she knew about this. Of course, this didn’t stop him from instinctively pulling out his camera and snapping photos of the two of them more than a dozen times.
In this regard.
Ms. Martha Wayne shook her head with a wry smile. “If you want my child to send you money, I’ll write you a letter. That would be far more effective than spreading rumors about me and your grandfather.”
The two seem to have a somewhat innocent relationship.
However, it could also be a disguise.
Ian approached the long table where the two were sitting with suspicion.
“It seems I misunderstood. Well, I am just a child, so it’s normal for me to judge adults with a child’s mind.” Ian looked at Martha Wayne, holding the pearl necklace in his hand.
“I think this is yours, Mrs. Wayne.” He had already realized who had slipped the pearl necklace into his pocket—Bruce Wayne, the Batman who always liked to sneak around and cause trouble.
Bruce Wayne must have practiced his skills a lot. Ian still can't recall when the necklace was placed in his hand, which clearly means Bruce knew the necklace could guide him to Martha.
He then touched the other pocket.
Ian pursed his lips.
His own father, Clark, wasn't smart enough to leave him any mementos. Fortunately, not only was Martha Wayne unharmed, but his grandfather, Jonathan Kent Sr., was also spared from the contamination.
Look around again.
It seems that the most polluted places in the entire heaven are the holy city of the angels and the gates of heaven outside, where the souls living still receive God's protection.
Just as Ian was deep in thought.
“Kid, they didn’t send you in here just so you could stand there dumbfounded.” Old Jonathan ruffled Ian’s slightly messy hair.
His rough hands exerted a very gentle pressure.
Ian looked up at his grandfather, whose face was full of amusement, and couldn't resist snapping a few photos. Perhaps his grandmother Martha would like these pictures.
"Let me fix my hair." Jonathan was surprisingly cooperative, running his fingers through his already neat silver hair and even adjusting the collar of his plaid shirt.
He seemed to know what Ian wanted to do.
When the photograph from heaven was captured on camera, Ian noticed that old Jonathan looked like a handsome young man in the picture, perhaps the way he would have wanted his loved one to see him.
"So...you two really aren't on a date?" Ian asked cautiously, his camera still held up, ready to capture any valuable footage.
“My dear, there is no such thing as ‘dating’ in Heaven. We are just very good friends, and your grandfather and I both happen to be interested in things on Earth.”
Martha Wayne rolled her eyes gracefully.
Ian had never known that anyone could roll their eyes so perfectly.
"More or less." Old Jonathan took a sip of tea and pointed into the distance. "We live close by, sometimes we chat about everyday things, sometimes we check on the children."
Following the direction Old Jonathan was pointing, Ian saw a farmhouse and a small villa that wasn't exactly a mansion; the two areas seemed to be quite close to each other.
It was as if an unseen hand was planning the settlements for the inhabitants of paradise.
"Okay, I believe it."
Ian didn't want to cause trouble. He felt that no matter what the truth was, he should be a simple child and not meddle. After all, being in heaven meant he should understand that God had already arranged everything.
"Sigh~"
Think of this.
Ian thought the air in heaven might be poisonous.
When will I reach such a philosophical level of thinking?
“I knew this kid’s thinking was so unhealthy.” Ms. Martha Wayne rolled her eyes again, pointing to the teapot and two teacups on the coffee table.
Ian leaned closer and discovered that the liquid in the teacup was not ordinary tea, but rather a mirror reflecting the world—superheroes busy saving the earth.
Gotham's streets are deserted, leaving only broken concrete and twisted steel bars. The once bustling crime capital is now only filled with the howling wind amidst the ruins.
It sounded like some kind of indescribable lament.
Those once towering buildings are now just ruins, desolate and lifeless, as if even the wind is filled with fear and dares not linger in this desolate place.
The fallen angels seemed to take root in the earth; they no longer sang, but emitted a low-frequency moan that seemed to echo directly in the depths of the human brain.
It's mentally devastating.
Even more terrifying—their bodies and songs are corrupting the earth. Black slime seeps from the angels' wounds, spreading across the ground like a living thing, devouring buildings, soil, metal, and even the air.
The steel bars were wriggling as if they were living flesh.
A monster formed from black liquid emerged, its form constantly changing, sometimes resembling a human face, sometimes a snake's body, and sometimes a mass composed of countless eyeballs.
It let out a piercing scream, and Superman Clark rushed forward instantly, smashing the monster's head with a single punch. But the next second, it reformed as if it hadn't been hurt at all.
"I need someone to take me to analyze these substances!" Faced with countless twisted and animated ruins and black liquid creatures around him, Batman successfully contained some of the black liquid substances.
The worst part is actually the shed feathers. Each shed feather takes root and sprouts upon landing, growing into a deformed life form that resembles both a plant and an animal.
They were trying to stuff Wonder Woman into their mouths—luckily, Wonder Woman was slippery enough that after the Vulcan sword proved ineffective, she swung her God-Slaying Whip.
Thunder is surging.
It has some effect, but not a significant one.
After all, Ian only possessed a tiny fraction of Thor's power when he modified the Lasso of Truth. Nevertheless, it at least allowed Wonder Woman to mount some effective defense.
"Bang~"
Batman threw a bomb.