Error data?
Incompatible?
Ian was utterly bewildered and confused by the system prompt. This kind of system feedback was truly baffling. And—it definitely seemed like his System was directly ripped from some game!
"Feeling shaky about my NPC status again." Ian was greatly disappointed that he hadn't unlocked a new profession. He figured he might go back and try if Kryptonian blood would work.
Getting his dad's blood was tough.
But was getting his second brother Jordan's blood tough? Jordan often had nosebleeds. As the saying goes, "one drop of gold, ten drops of blood." Ian felt that if push came to shove, he could try stealing Jordan's nighttime artifact as well. (T/N:- Ew gross)
Slowly standing up.
Ian glanced back at Kara.
Completely oblivious to his actions, the big-hearted Auntie was still on the phone. "Sewage treatment plant. Found LexCorp's bio-experiment products. At least two people have mutated."
"No, I don't need Hank's assistance. I'm just requesting D.E.O. backup. Yes, a full set of quarantine measures." Kara was clearly talking to a national governmental organization.
If Ian remembered correctly.
Supergirl and the secret government organization D.E.O. did indeed have a deep connection. It was an important secret organization dedicated to monitoring, researching, and responding to various supernatural phenomena, extraterrestrial life, and super-powered individuals appearing on Earth. D.E.O. was actually the abbreviation for the English name of the Department of Extranormal Operations.
As for Hank.
His full name should be Hank Henshaw, a high-ranking member of this mysterious organization. The name was actually an alias, and like Kara, he was an alien.
Martian Manhunter.
His strength was quite formidable; one punch could probably kill three or five Ians.
"I'm just a little nobody, a common NPC, in front of everyone anyway." Quietly listening to Kara's call, his gaze returned to the mutated green-skinned worker.
"This look is so familiar." Ian mused, looking at the fangs protruding from the green-skinned worker's mouth. He always felt this appearance was genuinely a little bit like the Orcs in his memory.
Even the dialogue just now was very similar.
"Drink my blood... join us... child!" The green-skinned worker stared at Ian, beginning his temptation. "This world needs countless warriors to change it!"
"You and I... we will both achieve glory! For..." The green-skinned worker's sentence was cut short as Kara, who had just hung up the phone, walked over and punched him directly in the face.
The green-skinned worker's voice immediately stopped.
"Roar!!"
An angry roar sounded again.
But it neither scared Kara nor caused any ripple in Ian's heart.
"Don't tell me you actually wanted to drink his blood!" Kara looked at Ian, who she considered highly unpredictable, with a warning gaze. It was clear she had clearly heard the green-skinned worker's incitement toward Ian with her Super-Hearing.
Super-Hearing.
It worked intermittently.
"Drink his blood? How could I! Auntie, I have boundaries too." Ian looked up, his eyes blinking very seriously behind the two holes in the stocking mask.
"The look in your eyes made it seem like you wanted to take a few bites of him." Kara looked at Ian suspiciously. Ian quickly returned the sunniest, most sincere smile of a sunny boy.
"No, of course not. I was just wondering how I could scientifically prove he's not human." Ian meant this from the bottom of his heart, but hearing it, the superhero Kara felt a chill run down her spine.
"Damn it! Is this guy really just having psychological problems?" She grabbed Ian by the collar and dragged him up. "Someone will come to handle this poor man's problem."
"We need to check the factory area for anyone else who might have stayed behind and ask about the situation... I bet the sewage plant is just a cover. This must be Luthor's bio-experiment base."
Kara's voice was filled with firm certainty.
"Are you saying our world is about to have its own Umbrella Corporation?" Ian was very surprised. His intuition told him it absolutely wouldn't be just a simple bio-experiment.
"Can you say something I can understand?"
Kara sighed heavily.
She hauled the stocking-headed Ian quickly toward the factory building. The sewage plant had now fallen into an eerie silence; nearly all the original busy workers had fled the area.
Entering the factory premises, the surrounding lights flickered continuously, occasionally emitting a "sizzling" electrical sound, as if no maintenance staff had ever serviced them.
"This is a factory that was just built! Unless someone was skimming off the top, how could the equipment be so old!" Ian struggled as he was put back down on the ground.
He offered a reminder about the details to Kara.
"You're right." Kara nodded. Her super-hearing picked up the sound of flowing liquid and faint groans deep inside the factory, but the strongest heat signature came from the direction of the cafeteria.
"That way."
Kara shielded Ian behind her. There were occasional puddles on the ground. Footsteps on them made a crisp sound, which was particularly jarring in the silent environment.
The two didn't walk for long.
They saw.
The sign for the [Staff Cafeteria] came into view.
Kara suddenly sniffed the air.
"Do you smell that? The aroma of food... it should be mealtime now." Having had her dinner stolen by Ian, she was now especially sensitive to the smell of food.
"I only smell sewage and disinfectant."
Ian frowned.
"No, it's definitely the smell of food. Don't question my Super-Smell." Kara's stomach rumbled audibly at the appropriate moment. She also felt a sense of strangeness.
"Odd, for such a disgusting place, the cafeteria food smells so inviting?" Saying this, Kara led Ian directly into the staff cafeteria. Kara's gaze swept across the spacious dining area. Four or five workers in orange jumpsuits sat quietly at stainless steel tables, heads down, eating.
A tempting aroma filled the air: the scent of toasted bread, the richness of stewed meat, and the freshness of some kind of herb—at least, that was the scene Kara saw.
"A place with food this good couldn't possibly just be a sewage treatment plant!" She even felt a bit hungry, but she forced down her appetite and prepared to question a few workers.
"You call this good food?"
Ian looked at Kara suspiciously.
He thought his Auntie's food preferences were quite unique.
It was no longer just peculiar.
It should be called Lovecraftian food preferences. Ian's gaze swept across the workers' trays; they were all covered in greenish liquid and green-tinged chunks of meat.
It was the kind of sight that made one nauseous just by looking at it for too long.
"Roast ribs, cream soup, pan-seared salmon... if this isn't plentiful, what is?" Kara swallowed, looking at Ian with an extremely confused expression.
Could the food at Clark's house be better than this?
"?????"
Ian's pupils instantly contracted when he heard this. He stared fixedly at the direction Kara was pointing—where one worker was holding a bowl of soup with green bubbles rising from it with a trembling hand.
And a few black, meat-like chunks floated on the surface of the soup. At this moment, Ian realized that the scene he was seeing was completely different from the scene Kara, with her Super-Vision, was seeing!
Mental interference?
Kara's eyes were starting to glaze over!
"Damn it! A Kryptonian fell for it?!"
Ian looked around.
Trying to find the possibly present "Arcane God"-level powerhouse.
And just at this moment.
A "Clang" sound of metal hitting metal came from behind the serving window. Ian saw a hunched-back, emaciated cook looking at them, the uninvited guests, with cloudy eyes.
"To the sightseer, the feast is shared. Feel the delight I created flow within you. It will grant you strength and allow you to truly realize how extraordinary you are."
"Come! Drink this soup that holds my countless efforts!"
The chef's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a sense of bewitchment. He slowly raised a ladle, and a drop of green liquid dripped from the tip, drawing a viscous thread in mid-air.
"?????"
Ian was utterly dumbfounded.
He felt completely wrong about this and couldn't help but blurt out.
"Gul'dan reborn in the DC Universe!?"
Ian's expression was incredibly disbelieving.
"Clang!"
And upon hearing Ian's remark.
The chef's ladle immediately dropped with a loud bang. He looked even more incredulous than Ian. His hunched body began to tremble violently, and his withered fingers desperately gripped the edge of his apron.
"Impossible! Impossible! You... how could you know that name? That is my dreamscape... it is a world exclusive to me... I wander in it every night!"
"Enlightenment! I gained enlightenment in my dream world!"
"They are in my head, only in my head... I know what to do! Oh, right, you are also my hallucination, you are here to remind me to speed up the pace of resisting this world, aren't you!" The chef, initially looking completely incredulous, suddenly looked enlightened after picking up the ladle.
His expression became abnormally fervent.
However.
His eyes grew even cloudier.
"Holy crap!"
The more Ian listened, the more he felt something was seriously wrong.
He was initially just baffled, thinking the other person was just crazy. But as the chef said descriptions that were incredibly familiar to him, Ian's eyes widened as if he suddenly realized something.
"You damn guy! What caliber are you! Using the same cheat as me!" He was literally almost jumping up and down. Perhaps this was the first time Ian had been so exasperated since his transmigration.
As expected.
His rage value in the bottom right corner instantly shot to maximum.
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