The gain from breaking his bones was quite rewarding, and Ian felt immensely comforted inside even as he grimaced in pain. Lying on the ground, he started activating the skill [Frenzy of Self-Healing].
It must be said that this skill was still incredibly useful. Instantly, a scorching heat pumped from his heart to his limbs and all parts of his body. His fractured bones made subtle "crack-crack" sounds.
Broken blood vessels and bones reconnected like sprouting vines.
It was as if countless "healing factors" traveled through the bone marrow, reassembling the fragments. Muscle fibers wriggled like living things, and torn tendons were stitched together as if by an invisible hand.
Apart from feeling increasingly hungry, Ian only felt that he had returned to his peak condition. If there hadn't been so many people in the hospital, he would have definitely wanted to go back upstairs and jump a few more times.
Fiddling back and forth a few times would be enough to level up his [Berserker] class.
"I knew the DC Universe needed its own Deadpool!" Ian grew more preoccupied with obtaining a long-term blessing. He wondered what kind of price would be required for such happiness.
"I'm alive and kicking again, hehe."
Very quickly.
Ian was able to spring up directly, doing a perfect kip-up. Amidst the gasps of the onlookers, his newly healed legs shot toward the hospital entrance like V8 engines.
He had no choice.
He had to run.
Ian was self-aware. This wasn't just a joke; he clearly understood that if he were caught by the doctors, he would likely, probably, and certainly fail the hospital's psychiatric evaluation.
"It's all because I was corrupted by the evil spirits!"
Ian was starving.
He looked around.
There was still time.
Even though he stopped midway to slip a child two dollars that had been wiped of fingerprints, then snatched the child's chocolate, the doctors and nurses coming down the elevator hadn't even smelled his dust.
By the time this group arrived outside the building.
Ian had already disappeared onto the street outside the hospital.
Like the wind and lightning.
That described his speed.
"Where are the organs... no, where is the boy?" The doctors and nurses stared at the crushed green belt, their ears filled with passersby's discussions about a "medical miracle."
"That boy lay on the ground, twitched a few times, and then suddenly jumped up and ran like a zombie resurrection! I bet the apocalypse is coming, and he's already become the Mother Zombie!"
This was the comment of a gamer.
"The sixth floor! I saw him fall from the sixth floor! I don't know who pushed him! Thank God! He performed a miracle and saved that poor little boy!"
A person dressed as a priest attempted to preach using the incident.
"Uncle Doctor! Is that big brother one of your secretly created bio-enhanced humans? He stole my chocolate but still paid for it! I was so moved, I was completely too stunned to move!"
The boy who spoke next was clutching the two dollars in his hand, suspicious that it might be counterfeit.
"?????"
How to put it?
The doctors and nurses heard it all. They might have understood what a miracle was, but medicine? Where was the medicine? The group of nurses and doctors exchanged confused looks.
Soon.
Amidst the swirling emotions of shock and absurdity, they noticed the familiar boy running back from a distance.
"Hiss! He's really alive!"
The nurses and doctors were stunned.
They froze there.
Watching the miraculously surviving, no, to be precise, resurrected Ian. He returned, holding a hammer, ran past them, and entered the hospital building behind them.
The boy looked like he was rushing to do something.
"Is he going back to take revenge on the person who pushed him?"
Everyone wanted to follow and see what was happening. Someone made a guess, but the doctors and nurses were all too afraid to make a sound. They feared that if they spoke the truth—that Ian jumped himself—no one would believe them.
*Boom* *bang* *clank*
There was the sound of something being smashed repeatedly.
Before the group of doctors and nurses, whose brains had stalled, could figure out what happened, they saw Ian, whose clothes were ragged, running out again, hugging a pile of surveillance hard drives and smashing them with a hammer.
Security personnel were chasing behind him.
Swish Swish Swish
The security guards actually drew their guns and fired. But Ian darted and dodged, as agile as an eel. His running speed was not slowed or stopped at all.
"Super Boy! He must be a metahuman!"
"Oh my God! What did I just see!"
"Father! Take your hand off my son's butt first!"
...
While a crowd of people stared in astonishment, Ian had already rushed out of the hospital entrance again, leaving behind the stunned medical staff, who hadn't fully recovered from the events.
After a long time.
"Destroying the evidence! That boy is truly—meticulous! Too meticulous!" Someone finally expressed their heartfelt realization. Only then did they understand the reason for Ian's return.
Yes.
Ian came back to eliminate the surveillance footage he might have left behind in that place. Frankly speaking, even if Ian really exposed his uniqueness, the chance of him being dragged into a laboratory was probably not high.
After all, his father was Superman.
If Superman wasn't banned, he was the god among men. As for being banned, well, let's not mention it... And his mother had a general for a grandfather, so Ian was definitely considered an aristocracy.
Of course, with the Sword of Damocles represented by the world's perception of him, anything was possible. He had to be vigilant in the places that required it, which was why Ian returned and bought a hammer on the way.
"That hateful woman, the fake psychopomp Tessa, fooled me so badly!" Ian knew who should pay for today's incident, but he only dared to think that in his heart.
Go confront that woman?
Even a Berserker shouldn't throw away their life.
Ian knew his own limitations. He could only ensure that Metropolis General Hospital wouldn't come after him for compensation for the property damage.
...
Time passed.
In the afternoon.
Inside a certain apartment building.
Kara Danvers, enjoying her rare holiday, returned to her residence with a paper bag. The bag contained the fried chicken and fries she had been craving today.
"Catching up on the latest shows, eating some tender and juicy fried chicken and fries. A holiday like this is truly wonderful!" Kara Danvers was in a good mood because of the holiday.
However.
Her good mood only lasted until she stepped into the apartment lobby.
Just as Kara entered, a boy with holes in his clothes and dead leaves on his head ran out of the apartment stairwell, raising his hand, attempting to snatch the paper bag of food from her grasp.
"Don't think I'm easy to mess with just because I'm a girl. How dare you try to rob me in broad daylight?" Kara dodged his surprise attack. She frowned and stared sternly at the boy.
Facing the food bandit, even though the boy was very fast, Kara's speed was much faster than his. All his movements appeared to her as slow motion.
"I'm really hungry. If those old security guards at the hospital hadn't taken my money, I would have definitely been self-reliant." The boy showed his pocket with holes.
He immediately reached for the fragrant fast food again.
"The hospital security guards attacked you?" Kara dodged again. Originally, she thought she had encountered a handsome delinquent, and considered giving this good-looking young man a mild lesson.
However.
"Auntie, just one bite, please." The boy only spoke a few words, and Supergirl, who always secretly considered herself the second strongest in the world, instantly froze in place as if she had been critically hit.
She was instantly killed!
"Who are you calling Auntie!?"
The bewildered Kara felt her head buzzing.
So, Ian seized the opportunity and successfully snatched the food from her hand. It proved that a mere Kryptonian's super-brain was no match for Ian's brain when it was slightly operational.
Of course.
The intelligent Ian also had his nemesis.
"Ptooey! That's Penguin Cola! Gotham wastewater!" He was afraid that drinking Gotham's water would turn him into a Gotham ghost. Heaven only knew if the Joker Virus actually existed.
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