There was good news.
He had finally become a proper, full-blooded Berserker.
The bad news was that the negative status [Blood Curse] was gone, and so was the green energy that had been writhing beneath his skin. The double happiness he had been enjoying seemed to vanish in an instant.
The chef had stopped serving soup.
And Ian no longer dared to keep stabbing himself.
"Stupid system, stop handing out benefits every time I level up. Don't clear it. Put it back. Put it back right now."
Ian had never been able to negotiate any result out of his system.
All he could do was sullenly turn his gaze toward the chef behind the window.
"What system? What level-up?"
The chef looked completely confused.
"How about one more bowl?"
Ian looked toward the giant barrel the chef had hurriedly moved away while he was feeling the effects of leveling up. His hose could not reach it anymore, because the chef had slapped a metal lid right over the top.
"You liar! You are not worthy of redemption or glory!"
The chef was clearly insane, but not stupid. He had obviously realized that something was off about Ian.
"I'm not lying. Really, just one more bowl. One bowl is enough. I'll pay. Fine, I'll pay. Benjamin, help me out."
Ian wanted to bring the negative status back.
He pulled out money and discovered that even money had times when it stopped working, so he could only resort to the method of reasoning things out with force and started pounding on the thick glass in front of him.
With the strength of eight normal men,
he could only leave a few pale marks on it.
"That's bulletproof glass."
The chef sneered.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ian said nothing.
He just kept smashing the glass.
"The hell kind of bulletproof glass is this? Missileproof glass?"
After pounding on it for a long time without cracking it, Ian cursed in frustration. Then he froze when he saw the chef, separated from him by a single pane, grin strangely and nod.
"..."
So it really was missileproof glass.
What was this?
Some kind of LexCorp black technology?
If this had been the world before his transmigration, Ian would have raged at it endlessly. But in the DC Universe, glass like this existing almost felt reasonable.
That did not stop Ian from becoming even more annoyed.
"Fine, fine, fine. So you couldn't have mentioned that sooner? You had to stop halfway through the explanation?"
He looked around.
His super wisdom went online again.
With just one glance,
he immediately found himself an ultimate divine weapon.
"Sorry about this, Aunt Kara. I need you to help me train. I'm sure if you were conscious, you'd forgive me. After all, this is for the sake of the justice you believe in!"
"I drank all that soup. Who knows how many people I saved by doing that? That's a mountain of merit! Three wins! I win twice!"
Ian looked at his dazed aunt, then grabbed Kara by the calves with both hands and hoisted up the invincible Kryptonian. He swore this was the best hammer in the world.
Like he was swinging a warhammer, Ian smashed his aunt straight into the glass window.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Just from the sound alone, anyone could tell how extraordinary it was to use your aunt to smash glass.
The truth had once again been proven.
The hardest substance in the world was not diamond.
It was a Kryptonian skull.
Crash!
The entire pane of armored glass shattered at once.
It was hard to tell whether Kara's head was really just that tough, or whether LexCorp's products were cutting corners, but either way Ian had succeeded in removing the barrier between himself and his perfect tonic.
"No!"
The chef got showered in broken glass.
Even so,
he still desperately tried to protect the barrel behind him.
"Stop! These springs of hope still need to be distributed to others! The new world needs them! Needs them!"
The chef roared a warning at Ian as he closed in.
Thud!
Ian skillfully swung Kara again and sent the chef flying.
"You can't do this to me! I'm the Jesus of the new world! I'm going to change this world!"
The chef slammed into the wall, vomiting green blood while screaming in agony.
"You were supposed to become my warrior... why is this happening, why..."
It looked like every bone in the chef's body had shattered. He seemed like one of those frail spellcasters with zero physical stats.
His body was just too weak.
Gulp gulp gulp!
Ian completely ignored the chef.
He hugged the barrel and drank every last drop of the green soup.
Then came the green dishes.
He devoured them all in the blink of an eye.
Those who understand Berserkers understand their appetite.
[Blood Curse]
[You are undergoing fel corruption. EXP +1]
Seeing the familiar status return, Ian let out a satisfied burp.
His mood improved immediately.
And according to relativity, when one person is happy, another person is guaranteed not to be.
The chef was still vomiting blood. Slumped on the ground, trembling all over, the wrinkles on his face twisted into valleys of despair as he stared blankly at the empty soup pot, his lips shaking nonstop.
"No! This shouldn't be happening! You ruined my hope! You ruined the hope of this world! They'll punish me! I won't... you... you'll all die with me!"
The chef let out a scream full of despair and rage.
In the next second, his body expanded violently, then collapsed inward just as fast, as though something inside him were tearing him apart.
"AAAAAAAH!"
Amid his agonized scream,
"Behold... my dream!"
his hateful voice filled the entire cafeteria.
The next moment,
Boom!
The hunched counterfeit Gul'dan exploded like an overinflated balloon.
Countless streams of light burst out of his body, flashing so brightly that Ian's vision went white for a moment.
"One disagreement and he turns into light? Damn, am I the villain now?"
Ian struggled to adjust to the blinding glow. Under that radiance, the surrounding space itself seemed to twist.
The whole cafeteria looked like a sheet of paper being crumpled by an invisible hand.
Then reshaped.
The entire space seemed to be dragged into a world engulfed in flames. A colossal giant emerged within the light and shadow, its body mountain-sized, its shadow alone enough to blanket a vast stretch of land.
"I... am your god!"
A majestic whisper echoed across heaven and earth.
The enormous figure looked like an ancient Titan. Its vast eyes burned like twin furnaces, spewing scorching fire, as if everything beneath its gaze could be reduced to ash.
Gulp.
Ian stared at the gigantic being before him.
He felt a little tense.
But after confirming that his death-immunity buff still had a few hours left, he calmed down again.
"Damn, am I really important enough to fight a boss? This is way too intense."
Ian glanced over his class panel, checking what skill might save him in an emergency. At that moment, the Titan of light and shadow raised its terrible fist.
Infinite power gathered within it.
Its fist descended toward Ian like a falling meteor.
The shockwave swept outward.
Its momentum was overwhelming.
It looked ready to pound Ian straight into dust.
"With Aunt Kara and me together, we're absolutely going to wreck this thing!"
Ian charged forward fearlessly.
He really was fearless.
A tiny mortal-looking boy challenged a towering god.
However,
just as he raised Kara in both hands and prepared to meet the Titan's fist head-on,
BOOM!
A sonic blast suddenly exploded in the sky.
A red-and-blue figure dove downward like a meteor.
Rumble!
The terrifying Titan was knocked flat onto the ground.
Dust filled the air.
And in the middle of that dust,
that man
arrived in the form of a human cannonball,
announcing who the one true god of this world really was.
"I'm going to need an explanation."
Superman looked at his utterly dumbfounded youngest son, who was still standing there stiffly with both hands raised, holding his rigid older cousin high in the air.
(End of Chapter)
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