Death Knight Vassal?
Staring at the status name on the status bar, Ian's first thought was the Death Knight from the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but he couldn't quite place which character this might be.
He still remembered the Angel of Death.
As for the Death Knight... After all, transmigrating had happened over ten years ago. Even if Ian frequently reinforced his memory, it was difficult to recall every minute detail.
Not to mention, he didn't know every aspect of the world he currently lived in. He was a man who scored over 700 on his college entrance exam, the books he read the most were, naturally, textbooks.
As for movies and comics? They were just distractions in his spare time. If he had known earlier that he would transmigrate to the DC Universe, Ian would have definitely dropped out of school to become a genuine "comic scholar."
"Regardless, this pendant Madison gave me is probably not simple." Ian realized that the entity that gave him the hand brand must be a big shot.
He just didn't know how big or how powerful this big shot was. Of course, being able to accurately detect such a mysterious identity, Ian's estimation of his System increased by a few points.
"Maybe I truly have hope of escaping the identity of a Common NPC." Ian looked down at the brand on the back of his hand. The pattern was fluid yet filled with a mysterious charm.
Its only drawback was that it failed to bring any negative effects.
This left him feeling somewhat disappointed and regretful.
Regardless of who the big shot behind this special status was, Ian felt the other party didn't quite understand his needs. It clearly seemed like the kind of attention that wasn't wholeheartedly invested in him.
"Blockhead!"
Ian only dared to mutter this to himself, which was actually quite daring. He rubbed the brand a few more times, then took out the homework assigned by his school teacher.
Yes, that's right. Even in American public schools, homework existed, it was just very little, and most of the time, it could be completed quickly.
If fast, in ten minutes, if slow, in half an hour. But for Ian, it took two hours, not because he was slow, but because he completed a full 20 assignments.
As a true top student.
Ian was long accustomed to providing custom work for his classmates, having a detailed insight into the required skill level of every student. This transaction had never been discovered by any teacher.
"Only public schools would have so many students who don't like studying." Ian was a little emotional. Actually, given his parents' financial ability, both Ian and his two brothers had the capital to attend private schools, but what could they do when their father was the combination of god and man, a figure close to a saint in the DC Universe—Superman.
Blending in with the common people was important.
This was Superman's philosophy and his parenting style. At the same time, Ian thought that choosing to enroll his children in public school was probably also to prevent them from having their values influenced by high society.
Smoking and drinking?
These bad habits were merely child's play in American private schools. When the bad kids in those schools went bad, they were far beyond the reach of the so-called campus bullies in public schools.
"Done! Finished!"
Ian completed his little side business.
He started working on the creation of *Overbearing Superman Falls in Love with Me* again. He had writer's block, so he decided to introduce new elements, making Superman get hit by a spaceship, sending him hundreds of light-years away, causing him to forget the heroine.
In the subsequent story, Superman would even forget that he was Superman, leading him to be taken in by a scheming female villain. This forced the forty-year-old heroine to return to her old job, working as a cleaning lady at the female villain's company.
"The heroine also has to discover an unspeakable secret of the company, which attempts to use sanitary napkins to poison and control all the world's women. Only the heroine, who has been menopausal for many years, is unaffected!"
"Right, the heroine also has nine children, who can be sent out one by one like the Calabash Brothers. I am truly a fusion genius!" Ian was very satisfied with his plot design.
He picked up his pen and started writing again, pouring his heart and soul into the ink. Honestly, Ian no longer cared about publishing or making money. He felt that the most important thing about writing was enjoying the process himself.
Of course.
Making money was a win-win situation.
Ian wins twice.
"What a hearty storm of inspiration!" Ian stopped writing only when he felt bored. After thinking for a moment, he decided to submit the manuscript to the publishing house he had already scoped out.
Wayne Enterprises held absolute control of it.
He thought there must be an editor with a keen eye for talent there.
Ian believed in Batman's commercial investment acumen.
"I'll mail it tomorrow."
The expectant Ian organized the first volume of his manuscript, meticulously refining a few details. Then he left the room to wash up. When he returned, the clock on his desk pointed to a special moment.
...
Ian quickly rushed toward his bed.
...
Finally, at the last moment, Ian pulled the blanket over himself. He lay flat on the bed, his hands folded over his abdomen, like a body prepared for burial.
And with the arrival of the new boundary between one day and the next, he entered that somewhat bizarre and unique world as scheduled. The biting cold wind swept across his cheeks without causing any harm. Ian slowly opened his eyes. The familiar lead-gray sky oppressed his vision, and large snowflakes fell silently.
"My respawn point is really far away this time." Ian exhaled, looked around, and, after finding the bridge landmark, figured out his location.
"Homelander! Homelander!"
Entering this world again.
Ian's mind was full of the goal of getting closer to "Family". Raising his hand to wipe away the accumulated snow, he checked a street sign briefly, then started running frantically toward the north.
His strength and constitution, several times that of an ordinary person, allowed him to sprint like a swift cheetah, making him a human vehicle, rapidly passing street after silent street.
The snow continued to fall.
The city was simply too large.
Even at Ian's speed, he was breathless after running for several hours before finally finding that familiar location. This might also be related to him briefly getting lost along the way.
Ian felt he couldn't completely blame his poor sense of direction. The main reason was that, knowing this place was connected to the Marvel Universe, he had also been searching the surroundings for other possible corpses of superheroes.
However.
He found nothing.
Fortunately, he finally found the street where the bodies of the Hulk and Homelander lay. The Hulk was already buried under heavy snow, but the accumulation was not too deep.
Standing on the street.
Ian hesitated for a moment.
He looked at his significantly increased [Strength] and [Constitution] attributes and finally decided to rely on his own hands to climb rather than search for usable tools nearby.
Humans invented and learned to use tools because they were diligent.
But he.
Was slightly lazy.
"Here I come!" Ian first stepped back a few paces. Then, with a sudden sprint, he launched himself like a skyrocket, climbing up the Hulk's arm.
It proved that.
Boys who like to rely on themselves won't have bad luck.
Ian succeeded.
He won the gamble. Holding onto the Hulk's thumb, Ian reached out his hand toward Homelander's head.
The completely solidified blood.
Came into contact with his slightly naive hand.