Good news.
He had finally become a pure-blooded Berserker.
Bad news.
The negative status [Curse of Blood] was gone, and the green energy surging beneath his skin was also gone. The double dose of happiness seemed to have vanished in an instant.
The chef stopped giving soup.
Ian dared not cut himself anymore.
"Dog System, stop giving benefits randomly when I level up! Don't clear it! Restore it, bring it back." Ian was never able to negotiate anything with his System.
He could only gloomily look at the chef inside the window.
"What System? What leveling up?"
The chef was utterly confused.
"One more bowl?"
Ian looked at the large vat that the chef had quickly moved away while he was experiencing the level-up. His water pipe couldn't reach the vat anymore, as the chef had put an iron lid on it.
"You fraud! You are unworthy of salvation and glory!" The chef seemed like a genuine lunatic, but he still had some sense. He clearly noticed Ian's abnormality.
"I'm not a fraud, really, just give me one more bowl, just one, I'll pay, I'll pay, alright? Franklin, assist me." Ian wanted to bring the negative status back.
He took out his money, only to find that money sometimes lost its effect. So he could only resort to "persuasion through reason," violently smashing the thick glass in front of him with physical force.
Eight times the strength of a normal person.
But he could only leave some white marks on it.
"That's bulletproof glass."
The chef sneered.
"Bang bang bang!"
Ian said nothing.
He just kept smashing the glass relentlessly.
"Damn it! What kind of bulletproof glass! Missile-proof glass, is that it?" Ian smashed for a long time without breaking it, feeling speechless. Then, he was stunned to see the chef on the other side of the window nodding with a creepy grin.
"..."
It really *was* missile-proof glass.
What was this?
LexCorp's black technology?
In the world before his transmigration, Ian would have raged about this, but in the DC Universe, the existence of such glass was probably quite reasonable.
But this didn't stop Ian from becoming furious out of embarrassment.
"Fine, fine, fine! Why didn't you tell me earlier! Only talking halfway, is that it!"
He looked around.
Super-Intelligence came online again.
With just one glance.
He immediately found a peerless divine weapon for himself.
"I apologize, Auntie, I need you to assist my cultivation. I know you would forgive me even if you were conscious! After all, this is to uphold the justice you believe in!"
"I drank all that soup, who knows how many people I saved? This is simply boundless virtue! Three wins! I win twice!" Ian saw his stupefied Auntie, directly grabbed Kara's calves with both hands, and lifted the invincible Kryptonian. He swore this was the best hammer in the world.
Ian swung his Auntie like a sledgehammer, violently smashing her against the glass window.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
It can only be said that using his Auntie as bait—no, using his Auntie to smash glass—the sound alone showed how extraordinary it was. It proved that the hardest substance in the world was not diamond.
It was a Kryptonian's head.
"Shatter~"
The entire bulletproof glass instantly pulverized.
It was unclear if Kara's head was truly that hard or if LexCorp's knock-off product was substandard, but in any case, Ian successfully broke through the barrier between himself and the super-tonic.
"No!"
The chef was splashed with shattered glass.
However.
He desperately protected his large vat.
"Stop! These sources of hope still need to be distributed to others! The establishment of the new world needs it! Needs it!" The chef roared a warning at the approaching Ian.
*Thump*
He was skillfully hammered away by Ian swinging Kara.
"You can't do this to me! I am the Jesus of the New World! I want to change this world!" The chef was slammed against the wall, spitting green blood and howling in pain.
"You should have become my warrior... why is this happening, why..." The chef's bones seemed to be completely shattered. He looked like an uneducated, squishy mage.
His body was too weak.
Glug glug glug glug~
Ian completely ignored the chef.
He immediately hugged the large vat and drank all the green soup.
Next.
Even the greenish dishes.
Were devoured completely in the blink of an eye.
The appetite of a Berserker—those who know, know.
[Curse of Blood]
[You are suffering from Fel Corruption, Experience +1]
Seeing the familiar status return, Ian gave a satisfied burp. He was in a good mood, and according to relativity, when one person is happy, another person is definitely not.
The chef was still spitting blood, slumped on the ground, trembling all over. The wrinkles on his face twisted into a hopeless furrow, and his lips constantly trembled as he stared blankly at the soup pot Ian had emptied.
"No! It shouldn't be like this! You ruined my hope! Ruined the world's hope—they will punish me! I won't... you... you will be buried with me!"
The chef let out a heart-wrenching roar. The next second, his body suddenly swelled up, only to instantly collapse, as if being torn apart from the inside by some force.
"Aaaaah!"
Amidst the painful screams.
"Witness—my dreamscape!"
The chef's vicious voice filled the entire dining hall.
The next moment.
"Boom!"
The hunched, bootleg Gul'dan exploded like a balloon. Countless light and shadows shot out from his body, causing Ian's eyes to briefly go blind.
"Turns into light without saying a word? Hiss, did I become the villain?" Ian struggled to adapt to the bright light. The surrounding space seemed to constantly distort under the illumination of the strong light.
The entire dining hall looked like paper crumpled by an invisible hand.
And then reshaped.
The whole space seemed to be pulled into a burning world. An impossibly huge giant emerged in the light and shadow. Its body was like a mountain, and the shadow it cast could cover large tracts of land.
"I—am your God!"
A majestic whisper resonated across heaven and earth.
The colossal, sky-obscuring giant greatly resembled an ancient Titan. Its large eyes were like two burning furnaces, spewing scorching flames, capable of reducing everything they gazed upon to ashes.
*Gulp*
Ian looked at the behemoth in front of him.
He felt slightly nervous inwardly.
But after seeing that his immortality buff still had several hours left, he calmed down.
"Holy crap, am I worthy of fighting the BOSS? Why is this so intense?" Ian quickly checked his professional panel for emergency skills. At this moment, the Titan in the light and shadow raised its terrifying fist. Infinite power gathered, and its fist, or rather, *His* fist, slowly descended toward Ian like a meteorite.
A shockwave swept through the surroundings.
The display of power was immense.
It seemed intent on smashing Ian into powder.
"With Auntie, I can definitely crush this!" Ian charged fearlessly. He was truly fearless, a seemingly frail mortal challenging a massive deity.
However.
Just as he swung Kara, preparing for a head-on collision with the Titan's fist.
"Boom—!!!"
A sonic boom suddenly erupted in the sky.
A red and blue figure streaked down like a meteor.
"Rumble!"
The terrifyingly powerful Titan was directly knocked onto the ground.
Amidst the swirling dust.
The man.
Appeared in the form of a human cannonball.
Announcing who the one true God was... in this world.
"I need an explanation."
Superman's gaze fell upon his bewildered young son, who was still in a two-handed grip, holding his rigid Auntie up high.
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