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

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A new generation surpasses the old.

of course.

Ian's reason for mentioning Galactus was not merely to express that he was a legitimate and upright successor who took over the responsibilities of the second Galactus from Galactus's mind at the end of this eighth cosmic era, but rather because he saw the characteristics of the Time Monster and felt that the Time Monster and Galactus, who obtained power from the ancient Eternity, possessed a certain quality that was extremely similar.

Well known.

Galactus's insatiable hunger stems from a cosmic tapeworm within his body, which continuously drains his energy. This tapeworm is none other than Galactus, the voluptuous and beautiful purple-haired daughter of Galactus, a character beloved by many comic book fans.

She's known as Swallow Girl.

People only know that Devourer has a human form, but they don't know what she looked like when she was still a tapeworm. Ian thinks that Devourer might be similar to the time monster Elios that he is currently encountering.

Yes!

Don't forget that the power of Galactus most likely comes from the First Firmament, so how can we not speculate about the situation of the First Firmament when considering Galactus's situation?

Living things exhibit convergence!

If Galactus, modified by the power of the First Firmament, can reproduce on his own, then the First Firmament itself might be capable of doing so. Following this invincible line of thought, Ian suspects that the time monster Elios is the cosmic tapeworm within the First Firmament! At the very least, he's the cosmic tapeworm within the body of an Eternal who inherited the power of the First Firmament in some generation!

"If that's the case... then things are getting a bit bad."

Ian's eyes flickered slightly as he watched the explosion and smoke in the distance, just as he had predicted. There was smoke but no harm. The rising mushroom cloud and the billowing dust surged wildly toward Elios's gaping maw as if being sucked in by an invisible giant whale, and were greedily swallowed up by its abyssal jaws!

Along with the "specially formulated radiation" that Ian added.

It swallowed it whole, leaving nothing behind.

It emerged from the dust and explosion, its body slightly swollen from absorbing enormous energy, its color becoming even more indistinct and chaotic.

It even let out a... strange sound, like a hiccup, that echoed throughout the end of time! And then, there was no doubt that it was completely unharmed.

Those "eyes" made of energy were locked on Sylvie and Ian, burning with a desire that made Sylvie feel terrified even without turning around.

"See? It's useless!"

Sylvie cried out in despair.

"It's alright, Mr. Ian has many other tricks up his sleeve."

Ian responded confidently.

"Please! I beg you!"

Seeing that both physical and unorthodox methods were proving ineffective and only fueling the enemy's anger, Sylvie knew she couldn't let this madman continue his "performance art" any longer.

Perhaps because she had been hanging out with Loki for too long, she only now remembered that she was the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms, and her divine power, mixed with the chaotic energy unique to the end of time, surged within her.

"Let me do it! Stop taking out those dangerous toys!" Sylvie shouted, releasing her gathered power in all directions!

Om-!

In an instant, countless green, semi-transparent illusory clones surged forth from the two of them like a tide! These clones perfectly replicated Sylvie's posture of carrying Ian on her back, and even the two wildly running black hairy legs and the shape of Ian's four arms holding weapons were exactly the same!

This is the illusion magic that all the parallel Lokis, except for the legendary Loki who loves hand-to-hand combat, are most skilled at. Countless "Sylvie and Ian" raced in all directions, each one lifelike, even stirring up dust on the ground and simulating the sound and breath of running footsteps.

Loki's illusion magic is actually extremely profound in nature.

He has the bearing of a creator.

Therefore, it greatly interfered with Elios's perception and locking on in an instant.

"Shadow Clone Technique! Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"

Ian's eyes lit up instantly, temporarily forgetting the danger behind him, his tone filled with the joy of discovering a new world, "This magic is amazing! I have to learn this magic!"

He wasn't keen on using clones to fight or confuse the enemy; his thoughts instantly jumped to a completely different direction.

"As expected of Loki, short-sighted. From now on, this idiom should be 'Loki's short-sightedness.'" Ian stared intently at the scattered clones, some of which could even briefly interact with their environment, his mind racing with calculations. He himself didn't like using clones, but this magic was truly extraordinary.

The employees in their own factory definitely need it.

After all, a clone that can interact with the environment must also be able to interact with the assembly line.

"If one employee learns this magic, it's like I have thousands upon thousands of employees! My God! The productivity! The cost control! The optimization of manpower!"

"Even fully mechanized production can't compare to my employees! I can't even imagine how exaggerated this productivity increase is!" Ian felt like he could move the Titanic to DC; he could truly proclaim himself the King of the Universe. Loki's illusion magic is another kind of divine art, the Cthulhu-like magic that creates cosmic-level industry!

"No! It's that as long as I learn this magic and pass it on to the world, everyone can become an industrial Cthulhu, and I, I will definitely be lifted up in the sky and called their Azathoth!" Ian's ultimate goal is still to extract magic power. He doesn't even dare to imagine how abundant his magic power would be in that scenario.

"Damn it! What are you muttering about! Do you even know we're being chased?" Sivir was still running, her thoughts not jumping around like Ian's.

In such a dangerous situation, not just anyone could be as prone to flights of fancy as Ian, not even the most absurd Lokis in the Marvel multiverse.

"Hoohoho!"

Elios's massive, ever-changing body once again unleashed a despairing speed, like a boiling, multicolored dark nebula, crushing all obstacles and locking onto the two tiny yet incredibly slippery figures in front of him, as if these two targets were the only things left at the end of time.

"The ghost lingers!"

Sylvie spat out the blood from her mouth.

Feeling the almost soul-scorching pressure behind her, she gritted her teeth and shouted to Ian on her back, "It must have received a death order from Ultron! To wipe us out!"

"We must go to the Time Bureau, steal a generator, open the gate to the present world, return to the present world to hide temporarily, and then plan how to deal with Ultron!" Sylvie's experiences from childhood have made her dislike being passive, so she hopes to take the initiative to make some choices.

This was the only way out she could think of.

Racing against Helios at the end of time would eventually exhaust her. However, Ian on her back seemed to have a different perspective. Ian's mimicry compound eyes remained fixed on Helios.

Sylvie didn't see Ian swallow.

"It's no use, female Loki."

Ian shook his head, the chaotic light from Elios's body reflecting off the black and red mask. "I feel... this big guy has a very clear goal. Even if we escape back to the mortal world, it will tear through dimensions to chase after us. I have a... well, I guess he's a god-like friend in the mortal world, and he doesn't want you to bring this kind of monster to disturb his backyard."

"Believe me, he's an evil god. When he's angry, it's definitely not just a simple matter of being angry for a moment." Creating something out of nothing is also one of Ian's usual skills.

His words carried a hint of Oscar-worthy lingering fear.

"What are we going to do? Just keep running like this?! Run until the heat death of the universe?!" Sylvie roared in exasperation, her two external black hairy legs almost disappearing into the distance.

Her mental state was also nearing its limit.

"Run for another six hours or so, another six hours, and then it should be fine," Ian suggested after glancing at his graffiti-covered watch.

Six hours was the time it would take him to return to the DC universe. Just as he didn't believe his compatriots from his previous life could beat him up across universes, he also didn't believe that Helios could chase him all the way to the DC universe.

Six hours?! No problem?!

Sylvie felt like she was about to have a brain hemorrhage.

Just then, Ian seemed to have suddenly thought of a good idea and tentatively asked, "Hey! Loki the woman! Do you want to obtain the power of the five gods? I'm a very sharing friend. I have the natural ability to love and can share my power with others."

"Of course, you'll definitely have to pay a price for this. Besides praising me, you might also experience a tightening in your lower body and then a stomachache for... thousands of years?"

Ian's tone also carried a hint of uncertainty.

"What?! A stomachache for thousands of years?!" Sylvie was completely bewildered, feeling that this guy's madness was getting worse, and he was starting to spout nonsense she couldn't understand at all. Of course, she knew about Galactus, but she didn't think Ian really had that power, let alone suddenly be so kind as to want to share it.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Just as she was distracted by Ian's outrageous statement and her upper body shifted slightly.

boom!

Her shoulder slammed solidly into a thick, rusty metal pipe that jutted out diagonally!

The impact was solid! Sylvie groaned, a sharp pain shooting through her shoulder blade, and she instantly lost her balance! Her two wildly running black hairy legs couldn't recover immediately either!

"Wow!"

"Ouch!"

The two screamed.

Along with its two hairy black legs that were still kicking in vain, it fell to the ground in a sorry state, rolling like a gourd on the rubble for a long distance before finally coming to a stop.

"Cough cough cough! I shouldn't have been born at a time like this! If I hadn't been born..." Sylvie was thrown around, feeling dizzy and seeing stars. She felt like all her bones were about to fall apart, and her mouth was filled with the smell of earth and rust. However, the roar of Elios behind her instantly drew closer, and the shadow of death was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head!

"No! I can't let it eat me!" She shook her buzzing head, struggling to get up, but felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

at this time.

Ian, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He suddenly sprang up from the ground, scrambled onto her back again, and anxiously patted her shoulder.

"Run! Run! Loki! Don't stand still! It's coming!"

Ian was yelling and shouting.

"Huh?" Sylvie was even more confused by this inexplicable shout. She shook her head, barely managing to sit up, and looked back with anger and despair—only to see Elios's huge, twisted, devouring vortex was already close at hand! Inside were swirling spacetime turbulence and destructive energy!

"Damn it! I don't want to be a male mom!"

For the first time, Ian's voice betrayed a hint of nervousness. Seeing that Sylvie was not moving, he jumped off Sylvie, the neglectful mount, and while reminiscing about his cousin Kara, he strapped the Speed ​​Force legs to himself.

"My aunt is the best. She never throws a tantrum." Ian glanced back, then started running, his speed propelling him far ahead of everyone else.

"Cough cough~"

Loki Sylvie was once again choked by the dust kicked up.

"Male mother? What male mother?! Explain yourself! You bastard!" Of course, she was in no mood to curse now, because the Time Monster was getting closer and closer.

As for Ian, he had already vanished without a trace.

"Fine! Fine! You don't need to run faster than Helios, you just need to run faster than me, right?" Female Loki felt a chill run down her spine, but that didn't stop her from being furious.

After all, this move by Ian was a skill exclusive to Loki and his ilk. Now that it had been used on her, how could she not feel extremely angry?

"Damn it! You betrayed your teammates!"

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

Sylvie's pupils reflected Elios's overwhelming, surging, terrifying form, the destructive vortex of energy almost touching her nose. She thought she had been used as a last shield by that madman Ian, cruelly abandoned at the last moment. A surge of despair, anger, and resentment welled up inside her.

Even if I die, I will fight to the very end!

Pride overcame fear at that moment. She abruptly raised her hands, the remaining divine power within her and the chaotic energy at the end of time converging recklessly, preparing to unleash the most destructive magic she could muster.

"Come on! Eat me! But don't forget to eat that damned child too!" Sylvie roared. She wasn't a hero, but she only allowed herself to die in battle. Even if this attack was just a futile effort against Elios, she would never allow herself to surrender and silently vanish into nothingness!

As for the existence of the multiverse?

Love so and so!

I'm exhausted! I'm about to kick the bucket!

Sylvie raised her hands, and green magical light flashed intensely at her fingertips, energy ready to be unleashed!