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] Job Experience +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.
This problem can be solved instantly without even using inequalities.
"Are the general skills you learn, like the [Learn] skills, the ones you can't level up
through training, but only by spending skill points?" Ian felt deeply disappointed about
this.
Just as he was pondering how he could have a proper conversation with the system.
"call⋯⋯"
The wind gradually subsided.
Without any warning.
The stitched‑up version of Homelander looks like it's been "powered out" and is frozen
in place.
My friend's book is a light novel; it features a close male lead and a refreshing female
empress.