Honestly.
Ian didn't like the big ones.
But his eyes sometimes had their own ideas.
While searching for plane accident data, Ian repeatedly watched the adult video four or five times.
The main purpose was rigor; it was purely to look for possible missed accident details.
"Too fake. It's completely filled with technology and harsh effects. It really affects my observation of the details of my father's flight direction." Ian's critique was very emphatic. He cautiously deleted his computer's browsing history, skillfully formatted the hard drive, then filled it with genuine scientific knowledge learning materials, and immediately formatted the computer again.
The entire process was smooth and flowing.
Full of practical value.
A kind of intelligence that even Jonathan and Jordan combined probably couldn't learn. Sleeping was impossible tonight. All of Ian's night was spent searching for related topics on various online platforms.
He actually found some useful information in various forums and small circles.
The next day.
Ian was a little disappointed that he hadn't managed to get dark circles, nor kidney deficiency, nor a listless, mentally weakened state. He complained that his body was too powerful as he walked out of his room.
The morning light cut golden stripes across the dining table through the blinds.
In the air.
The aroma of bacon and eggs lingered. Ian poked the scrambled eggs on his plate with a fork, his peripheral vision fixed on Clark in the kitchen. Superman was humming a little tune while stuffing bacon into a sandwich.
"Do you want blueberry jam too?"
Clark turned to look at Ian, who was watching him. His expression showed no sign of abnormality or sickness. He spoke while placing the finished sandwich on Jordan's plate.
"No need."
Ian shook the milk carton in his hand, which made a hollow sound. "I'm full! I'm going to school now! You guys continue to enjoy your beautiful new day breakfast!"
He stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"Wait! We're going to drive you to school!" Jonathan took a bite of chicken breast. As the main player on the football team, he always had his own diet plan and regimen.
"Yeah, what if you run into yesterday's kidnappers again? It's too dangerous." Jordan also wanted to grab Ian, but Ian, whose physical quality was temporarily far superior to his, zipped out the door.
Clark did not stop him.
He even held back Jordan, who was about to chase after him.
"Your brother is very smart. You have to believe he can protect himself." Clark knew some things couldn't be said yet, so he chose a more subtle way to express himself.
However.
"He's still a kid! How can he protect himself?" Jordan rolled his eyes directly, deepening his stereotype of his father as an irresponsible man.
Family conflict was always the main theme.
"Sigh!"
Clark watched Jordan chase after Ian, only sighing without offering any more explanation. Just then, a tired Lois came down the stairs.
"Kids, sorry, I'm really sleep-deprived. How does your father's breakfast taste?" Lois rubbed her sleepy eyes and then realized only Jonathan was left in the dining room.
"Good morning, Mom."
Jonathan smiled at Lois and gave a thumbs-up, expressing his praise for Clark's cooking. However, he had only eaten a few of the eggs Clark cooked.
Other things like chicken breast, creatine, protein powder, arginine, fish oil, curcumin, probiotics, and... mysterious power, were all dietary supplements he prepared himself.
"Where are Ian and Jordan?"
Lois was confused, taking the coffee her husband handed her.
Clark remained silent.
"They finished eating and left for school." Jonathan also chose not to mention the unpleasantness that had just occurred. He was always the most mature older brother in the family.
"Alright."
Lois didn't suspect anything.
She walked towards the living room cabinet while munching on her sandwich.
"Clark, about what we talked about yesterday... I think we still need to tell Ian so he accepts taking his medicine himself, without feeling like we're tricking him."
Lois pulled open the drawer, searching for the prescription medication the doctor had given them.
However.
The next moment, she froze.
"Did you put Ian's medicine somewhere else?"
Lois looked back.
Clark still remained silent, simply burying his head and gnawing on the bread to keep his mouth full.
"Or did you already give Ian the medicine, secretly adding it to his breakfast?" Lois frowned, her tone filled with displeasure.
"Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"
Clearly.
Lois was very unhappy.
Jonathan quietly left the dining room when he saw this.
As for Clark.
He gritted his teeth but still remained silent, enduring the pressure and output given by the most powerful individual in the house, constantly stuffing his mouth with bread to keep it shut.
...
Outside the house.
Ian was not caught by Jordan. He ran incredibly fast, and his shortcut speed was much faster than the bus. The reason for his quick escape was, of course, unique.
"Hahaha, hahaha, I'm a pro at taking medicine~" Ian ran, raising the bottle of medicine in his hand. The liquid, mixed with a handful of colored pills, rushed into his mouth.
It tasted very bitter.
But it didn't stop him from chewing heavily and swallowing it. Bottle after bottle, soon all the medicine was gone. It took effect quickly, and Ian saw several changes appear in his sight below.
[Abnormal Heart Rate]
[Nerve Paralysis]
[Sensory Overload]
[Metabolic Dysfunction]
[Hepatic and Renal Failure]
Good grief!
A full five negative statuses!
[Body continues to decay, experience +2]
I have to say.
The doctor's medicine, in Ian's view, was absolutely amazing.
"Dr. Lecter is a miracle worker!" Ian sincerely praised the psychiatrist, whom he had previously been a little wary of. He felt a sense of near-death, as if he could die at any moment.
However.
Dead, yet not dead, but like death. Yes, this was his ideal way of leveling up! Ian ran very fast, and saved a bus fare by arriving at school.
The morning classes were very simple.
But Ian lay on his desk and didn't listen.
[Body continues to decay, experience +3]
The young man was thinking.
Thinking about whether his mental illness had become more severe. After thinking for a long time, he felt that he was probably cured—the teacher lecturing did not mind the best student in the grade zoning out.
However.
His deskmate, Madison, was a little concerned. It wasn't the kind of admiration, but she kept turning to look at Ian. After the class ended, she finally couldn't hold back her confusion.
"Ian, why are your eyeballs constantly rolling... Oh my god! They're rolling out little stars! Are you mutating into a zombie!?" Madison was truly shocked by Ian's state.
"If you turn into a zombie, don't bite me first! Go bite our principal, okay?!"
She shoved Ian's head away forcefully.
She looked terrified.
And right then.
"Damn it! Madison! What did you do to me!" Ian, who was immersed in the leveling experience, instantly sobered up. After a moment of being stunned, he became exasperated.
His accumulated abnormal statuses, which had reached seven.
Were all gone!
He even felt refreshed!
He felt as healthy as if he had used [Rage of Self-Healing]!
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