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Ian suddenly remembered the corrupted Supreme Witch, the eerie black mist emanating from her body, and the plants that had mutated due to the influence of the black mist.
"Cthulhu Invasion!"
Ian slammed his notebook shut.
I feel like I won't be able to sleep well tonight if I look at him even once more.
"I've been contaminated by the Cthulhu virus." Ian quickly clasped his hands together and began to pray. This time, he didn't ask Miss Death what color shroud she preferred.
therefore.
Miss Death responded quickly.
When Ian opened his eyes.
The woman sitting in the back seat was already reflected in the rearview mirror.
"Is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?"
Miss Death had changed her outfit, wearing a black lace dress with a motorcycle leather jacket and studded ankle boots, looking like she was going to a gothic concert. She was still holding a drink of unknown origin, swirling it in her hand, and giving the boy in front of her a rather strange look.
"I didn't do anything!"
Ian felt extremely wronged.
“I want you to be his friend, not for you to try to be his father!” Miss Death’s tone was incredulous; she probably never expected Ian to be so audacious.
obviously.
This goddess has indeed been spying all along, at least Ian believes he hasn't spread rumors or caused trouble on that point. Who knows when Miss Death will start spying.
"They all mean the same thing."
Ian was no longer aggrieved; he simply blinked.
"..."
Miss Death's teacup remained still, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
She might have wanted to curse, but worried that Ian might take it as a confession, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
“Cthulhu, yes, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Ian quickly handed over the drawing, but Miss Death didn't take it. After all, she was a voyeur and must have seen Morpheus's entire drawing process clearly.
"We will find out about this."
Miss Death's expression didn't reveal whether she was worried or not.
"What if this thing is hidden very well?"
Ian scratched his head, his tone slightly worried. Although he had learned his lesson about having only two eyes, he didn't want to grow a second little Ian.
“Now that the target has been identified, it cannot escape our sight without the protection of a supreme power.” Miss Death slowly took a sip of tea.
She seemed quite relaxed, and her tone was rather confident.
"Yeah, that's good."
Hearing Miss Death say this, Ian felt relieved. The big shots were certainly more discerning than him, after all, he was just a young man from the metropolis who had only been out of school for less than two and a half years.
"I don't want to keep this, it's bad luck." Ian still handed the drawing, along with his pen of pure love, to Miss Death, fearing that the act of drawing alone would taint him with real misfortune.
"You should keep your lover."
With a gentle squeeze, the moment Miss Death's fingertips touched the paper, the twisted lines suddenly froze and then vanished completely, as if they had never existed.
"I must say, you three brothers have your own opinions... you really do have your own preferences." Miss Death tossed back the sketch and pen, expressing her heartfelt sentiments.
"Since you've said so, I definitely can't keep this pen that you've used to 'green'. The next one will be even better." Ian threw the pen and drawing onto Miss Death's lap again.
His excessive caution turned him from a man of pure love into a scumbag.
"?????"
Miss Death was clearly caught off guard.
There was silence for a long time.
"Keep a close eye on Morpheus, don't let him get captured again," she said again. Sure enough, it wasn't just Ian who was worried about this; Miss Death's instructions were unusually serious.
"Okay! I'm keeping an eye on it."
As if by magic, Ian pulled a book with a hideous cover from under his buttocks. The book had long since been transformed into "Ian's Wise Navigation," and a sycophantic smiley face had even appeared on the cover.
Turn to the inner pages.
The display shows the real-time location of the Dream God whose rank has fallen.
"You're quite cunning."
Miss Death's lips curled up slightly.
“I actually learned to be bad from Batman.” Ian sighed. He was in contact with bad women and bad men every day, so it was really not easy to maintain a pure childlike heart.
"Batman is more likely to have learned bad habits from you."
Miss Death looked at him with disdain.
Ian pretended not to hear and asked tentatively, "I should be considered to have completed my mission, right? Not only did I save Morpheus, but I also used my wits to obtain information about his murder."
He emphasized strategy and tactics.
Miss Death, however, returned the favor in kind.
She was absolutely pretending not to notice Ian's emphasis. Of course, Miss Death didn't pretend not to have guessed the little boy's thoughts about Ian's sudden attempt to take credit.
"I suppose you've finished."
The moment her words fell.
[Rank and weight have increased]
Ian's system notification followed immediately afterward.
"The reward we gave you has already been delivered, and you'll experience just how generous it is in the future." Miss Death was clearly unaware that Ian could feel the so-called reward in real time.
She nodded to Ian, and the next moment, she vanished from the back seat. Coming to his senses, Ian quickly checked the system; sure enough, his data had changed again.
Name: Ian Kent
【普通职业：学生lv8〔78/1280〕作家LV3〔11/40〕领袖LV1〔1/10〕】
【超凡职业：狂战士LV6〔16/320〕野蛮暴君lv5〔43/160〕】
[Global Recognition: Key NPC]
……
Actually.
Ian's global recognition is already high enough.
His recent upgrades have failed to increase his rank weight, proving that his world recognition has already reached a sufficiently high level after receiving the reward last time.
now.
New improvements have emerged.
The original "Independent NPC" approval rating has been changed to "Key NPC" approval rating. As a self-taught scriptwriting talent, Ian is able to understand this change to some extent.
Ordinary NPCs are, of course, background characters with no independent storyline, providing only basic interactive functions, and occasionally a large number of them will die to increase the severity of the [event].
As family members of superheroes, these kinds of NPCs would most likely be used as sacrificial offerings. Fortunately, Ian is no longer at that level, and there's a reason behind his original status as an "independent NPC."
Following the scriptwriting approach.
[Independent NPCs] are related to the main storyline or important side quests, have a complete backstory, may influence the direction of some parts of the story, and may even have their own exclusive story.
of course.
Major events may also involve sacrificial rites to the heavens. And characters with high status and influence, such as "key NPCs," are popular figures, belonging to the upper class who are favored by fate in story creation.
“I’ve become even more prestigious in DC.” Ian had received his reward, and even Cthulhu couldn’t affect his mood anymore; all he wanted to do now was celebrate.
……
The aroma of roast beef wafted through the Kent family's dining room. Louise placed the last plate of creamed corn in the center of the table, steam rising gently under the warm yellow light.
Jordan kept his head down, almost burying his face in his plate, his fingers nervously rubbing the edge of his fork. He was stiff, with a kind of awkwardness that suggested he was ashamed to be seen.
"It's just that you didn't control your strength and accidentally broke the roof while playing ball in the room." Louise ruffled her second son's curly hair and comforted him in a gentle voice.
"Don't worry, you didn't do it on purpose. Your dad will fix the roof." She should have kept Clark in mind; the moment she did, Jordan tensed up even more.
He secretly glanced at his father.
Clark chewed his food in silence.
They just kept eating vegetables.
No opinion was expressed.
"Whoo~"
Jordan let out a long sigh and forced himself to start eating.
"I really didn't mean to."
He chose something he could admit to.
Hear the words.
Louise also expressed her understanding.
“Martha once said that your father also often lost control of his strength when he was a child,” Louise continued to comfort her second son, stuffing Jordan’s plate with beef.
"Yeah!?"
Jordan suddenly widened his eyes, looking at his father with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, as if he had just thought of something. Meanwhile, Clark continued to keep his head down and eat in silence.
Mouth full of food.
The sounds of frantic chewing were very clear.
“Say something! Are you still thinking about that green-eyed Superman? You should understand that if Ian can drink the potion, there are always other people who could drink that potion and succeed.”
“My father has already gone to investigate.”