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SUP Chapter 108: Crazy Leveling Up! Saving the Dream God! (Part Two)
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 10:48:50 +0000 UTCCrazy prompts echoed in his ears.
It wasn't just system feedback, but also the wailing of his internal organs. His body, dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, was overwhelmed under the aircraft carrier's weight.
It wasn't completely shattered. But there was a trend toward half his body becoming a meat patty, fortunately [Perfect Divine Body] was strong enough, it was the relatively thick, chewy type of meat patty.
[Berserker LV5 [16/160]]
[Strength: 44→46]
[Constitution: 60→61.5]
[Intelligence: 4.2→4.3]
[Spirit: 31→31.2]
This directly leveled Ian up from being smashed, showing how serious the injuries were. Finally reaching [Berserker] level five, Ian immediately learned the skill he had been longing for.
[Blood of Fury: You can control burning the blood in your body, adding soul-destroying power to your attacks. Each 1% of blood carries 1% true damage.]
As a noble Berserker should have noble percentage damage, Ian had abandoned other early trash skills just to wait until level five to gain another truly divine skill.
It was currently only at initial level, entry-level proficiency, but Ian still had two [Berserker] class skill points, so he could directly upgrade it in a new round.
"Let's not talk about this for now, I need to save myself first," Ian was half-pressed under the aircraft carrier. His strength wasn't enough to directly lift the carrier for self-rescue.
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +9]
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +6]
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +4]
...
"Maybe I'm not that urgent," Ian lay flat. Even with an aircraft carrier on his stomach, he didn't want to call for help, just using [Healing Frenzy] to maintain his conscious awareness.
He definitely had to get out, after all the Supreme Witch's problem hadn't been solved yet, but Ian wasn't willing to abandon his lower body and crawl out to regrow another one.
Normal people knew.
Body parts were best when original.
"Why are you so happy?" The demon head that was almost crushed into cookie crumbs had been thrown aside by Ian earlier. It rolled back to Ian's side with a confused expression.
"That woman is strong, but fortunately, I'm obviously more skilled," Ian looked up at the sky. The old witch was floating in mid-air again, seemingly continuing to absorb the Sandman's power, the old witch's body was almost becoming ceramic shards. Ian firmly believed the opponent definitely didn't have his ability to get stronger from injuries.
"..."
The demon head looked at Ian pressed under the aircraft carrier with probably half his body gone, falling into long silence, completely unable to understand what kind of superior skill this was.
"Praise God Ian."
The demon head had also learned to be smart.
When it didn't understand, it would give Ian emotional value.
"Stop praising and come let me nibble on you a bit..." Ian needed to keep using healing abilities to maintain balance, but his body's stored energy was ultimately limited.
Seeing even the fat in the part pressed under the aircraft carrier being used up.
The experience gained was naturally getting less and less.
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +3]
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +1]
...
Ian had long known this. Physical damage after recovery could generate experience, but experience from already sustained physical damage wouldn't last too long.
Seeing he couldn't keep up with healing ability, Ian also wanted to drink some 666 fuel, he was so hungry his eyes were turning red. Just as the demon head was about to sacrifice itself to save its master.
"Is that Ian down there?"
A crisp female voice came from above the crater.
Ian looked up.
"Little delinquent, you're actually not dreaming?" He was quite surprised. Madison was wearing a tracksuit with a backpack, squatting at the crater's edge looking down.
"I knew it was you! Only you like randomly biting things!" Madison's expression was somewhat joyful when she heard this. She jumped down, her body slowly descending to the ground.
Obviously using miraculous magic.
"My God! Are you okay?" Madison liked to spin when landing, she should probably wear a mask and play Batman. When she saw Ian, her expression was immediately stunned.
How could someone be pressed under an aircraft carrier and still be smiling!
"You really should go to Hollywood. Do I look okay to you?" Ian stared at Madison and swallowed.
His words made Madison very embarrassed.
But the little delinquent still looked at Ian with concern, "What happened to you? This is an inland city, right? How could there be an aircraft carrier pressing you down?"
Even though her geography wasn't great, Madison was sure aircraft carriers shouldn't appear here, she wasn't wrong, but Ian was ashamed to mention being ambushed by an old witch.
"Disaster came, I stepped forward, but justice couldn't overcome evil, and now I'm probably dying," Ian swallowed again, lowering his voice with slight melancholy.
"Tell my mom and dad I love them," Ian even smeared some mud on his face, mainly because he really didn't have excess blood to waste.
His small movements went unnoticed.
Madison's tears flowed down with a "whoosh."
Her tear ducts were indeed well-developed.
"It's okay, I can save you," Madison knelt in the pool of blood, her hands glowing with healing white light. Obviously, she had gained some initial mastery of her abilities.
At this moment.
Ian immediately felt warm all over, new muscle tissue stretching like spring buds. However, due to the Five Finger Mountain-like aircraft carrier, he couldn't recover to roundness.
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +5]
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +6]
...
The experience points continued to increase again.
"Little delinquent, you really are the healer I appointed. I'm going to pay you!" Ian was extremely happy. He could feel Madison's ability was slightly stronger than his unupgraded [Healing Frenzy].
Madison was also speechless hearing this. While maintaining treatment, she asked, "What exactly happened? My mom and dad were both locked in a bubble."
About her own experience.
Madison only felt it was very magical.
"Of course it's that old hag in the sky causing trouble and harming the whole city," Ian nodded toward the sky. His hand tried to grab Madison's backpack but failed.
After all, he wasn't a long-armed ape.
"I actually guessed that too, but I still wanted to confirm with you, since you are Superman after all," Madison still seemed to firmly believe in Ian's Superman identity.
"Yes, yes, but Superman can't get it up right now because my magic resistance is a bit low," Ian nodded satisfactorily, continuing to enjoy the pleasure of rapidly increasing experience.
Being attacked by "reality bender" methods.
How was this not considered suffering magic damage?
As time flew by.
[Berserker LV6 [3/320]]
[Strength: 46→48]
[Constitution: 61.5→63.4]
[Intelligence: 4.3→4.4]
[Spirit: 31.2→31.5]
Ian leveled up again under Madison's "life support." This also meant Ian had a new escape method, he actually always had backup plans.
Otherwise he wouldn't have seemed so calm all along.
"I can't do it anymore."
Madison had persisted for several minutes. Her frail magic power was ultimately exhausted. Her face grew paler and paler, finally swaying backward and collapsing to sit on the ground.
"Really not a single drop left?" Ian asked tentatively.
"Mm, not a bit of magic power left."
The blonde girl panted heavily, her head dizzy.
"Sorry, I probably can't save you..." Her voice was full of guilt, blaming herself for insufficient ability. Sometimes people's sense of powerlessness could really crush a person's heart.
"Indeed can't be saved. Without finding a way to move this big chunk, you saving me would be seeing ghosts," Ian expressed his understanding in a gentle tone.
"..."
Madison's expression instantly froze.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" She angrily rushed forward, actually trying to stretch out her little claws, wanting to move an aircraft carrier many times bigger than her house.
Unfortunately, witches were just witches.
Her frail body certainly couldn't shake such a steel behemoth.
"Don't worry about why I didn't say earlier. Anyway, I'm dying, so I need to tell you something," Ian suddenly switched to a 'dying words are kind' tone.
"What is it?" Madison kicked the aircraft carrier, swelling her own toes, then grimaced and came back around, looking at Ian with teary eyes.
"Come closer."
Ian beckoned to Madison.
"Mm."
Madison quickly came closer.
"Actually, you were deceived by me that day. That orange I picked up from the ground really did have mold on it, not fruit powder," Ian's hand reached for Madison's backpack again.
"Come even closer, I'll tell you another secret." He said.
Madison was quite bewildered by Ian's "last words."
"Wait, at a time like this, you're still talking about oranges?" Though Madison couldn't help complaining, after hearing Ian's words she still moved a few points closer.
"What secret?" Madison asked.
And at this time, Ian finally grabbed her backpack.
"The secret is... I actually did buy you oranges, but because they were too delicious, I accidentally ate them all myself," he grabbed Madison's backpack and pulled it toward himself.
Opening it, it was packed full of food.
"The countdown only requires me to maintain a hungry state. It doesn't say I can't eat a little something. Indeed, only when starving do I possess true insight."
Ian stuffed food into his mouth frantically, sandwiches, sure enough, just like when he had drunk cola before, the countdown for unlocking the new class [Entropy Annihilation Lord] still hadn't reset.
No need to stuff food directly into his stomach.
"?????"
Madison was completely stunned by Ian's operation.
"I think you need to take your medicine again."
She was silent for a moment.
Then spoke her heartfelt feelings.
"Too bad you don't have medicine. How come even when fleeing for your life, you still bring cosmetics..." Ian drank something he shouldn't have eaten, it tasted terrible.
Madison's makeup remover was mistaken by him for mineral water but better than nothing.
[Savage Tyrant experience +1]
At least it gave that much experience.
"I came out seeking rescue, of course I had to dress beautifully. Haven't you seen zombie movies? Only the prettiest woman can successfully survive to the end."
Madison explained but Ian didn't agree with her statement.
Of course, Ian didn't argue, because the truth was actually that zombie movies would turn into island nation movies, and such plot development was inappropriate for minors. He felt he should consider his deskmate's psychological health.
"What's this?"
In Madison's backpack, Ian found familiar items, more than thirty bottles of blue potions labeled [Does Not Contain Kryptonian Genes], almost filling the entire bottom layer of Madison's backpack.
They were perhaps the newest version, as the bottles had become more refined.
"Zombie virus antidote?"
Madison said uncertainly.
"I picked them up on the road, they were just floating in mid-air."
She explained the origin of these potions.
"You really are my lucky star! Little delinquent, believe in my divine religion, I'll make you the Pope!" Ian's heartfelt praise made the confused Madison somewhat embarrassed.
"Glug glug glug~"
Ian started drinking directly.
Seeing this, Madison was immediately startled.
"It could also be the original zombie virus."
She was perhaps really deeply influenced by movie and TV culture.
"It's fine, I don't have the passive ability to turn into a zombie after death."
Ian drank all the enhancement potions in one go.
[Savage Tyrant experience +6]
[Savage Tyrant experience +7]
...
[Savage Tyrant lv4 [16/80]]
...
[Savage Tyrant lv5 [34/160]]
...
This was truly an exhilarating leveling session. Indeed, danger and opportunity always coexisted. Ian gradually understood the meaning of being an [Independent NPC].
To say little delinquent appearing here was just coincidence, he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. Metropolis was so big, how could such a coincidental thing happen?
Leveling up twice in a row.
His base attributes combined with [Perfect Divine Body]'s autonomous quality improvement brought Ian's attributes to a new height. He felt his uncompressed upper body was full of power.
His muscles trembled, not from fatigue, but from being strengthened and reshaped. Every fiber was rearranging, as if some ancient gene hidden within was awakening. His heartbeat quickened, but was no longer urgent and panicked, instead like war drums thundering with unprecedented rhythm and power.
[Strength: 48→62]
[Constitution: 63.4→80]
[Intelligence: 4.4→4.8]
[Spirit: 31.5→36]
Absolutely an excellent improvement.
The biggest benefit came from [Perfect Divine Body]'s automatic quality upgrade.
"Indeed, I still need to find a way to unlock the Berserker's subsequent advanced classes," Ian's vision was now incredibly clear, even dust floating in the air became slow and distinguishable.
His hearing also became more acute. The sounds of distant collapsing buildings, the low hum of dream power flowing, even every breath's vibration were amplified several times and transmitted to his mind.
Most importantly, he could finally learn that skill!
[Absolute Flight: You will gain a biological force field for flight. Above the sky, you are the tyrant who dominates everything, looking down on all beings is your birthright.]
He learned it without hesitation.
Ian immediately felt new changes in his body.
It was an ambiguous sensation.
"Biological force field, but only usable for flight... perhaps upgrading could make it more complete?" Ian could sense this biological force field flowing slowly along his skin's surface like liquid mercury.
In a dormant state.
"For the Savage Tyrant class, I still have two skill points, I can use one more and save one," Ian locked onto a certain position in the [Savage Tyrant] skill tree.
[Contemptuous Leap: Can perform instant teleportation within visual range. During the flash, you can leave a 'Tyrant Afterimage' behind you, which can be detonated at any time to severely wound your enemies.]
Still full of game flavor as always.
However, Ian loved it.
He had long had his eye on this skill, just hadn't reached the level where he could learn it.
"Praise my new Pope," Ian activated the skill without leaving an afterimage, his body instantly escaping the oppression and appearing behind the caught-off-guard Madison.
He then activated [Healing Frenzy], his withered lower body regenerating at visible speed, making Madison retreat several steps with a dumbfounded expression.
"It can work like this?"
She was greatly shocked.
Her worldview was refreshed again.
"Why can't it work like this?"
Ian moved his body that had reached new peaks again. His stomach was increasingly hungry, but he didn't drink the 666 fuel oil. Instead, he picked up the demon head that was playing dead.
"I knew it, the great God Ian was just testing all living beings," the demon bull head quickly offered its flattery, but Ian wasn't planning to punish it.
"Weren't you supposed to die? I mourned for you for so long!" Madison stared with wide round eyes, still unable to recover from the sudden change in atmosphere.
"I was indeed about to die just now, but I silently recited up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right-B-A in my heart, and came back to life," Ian was still good at talking nonsense seriously.
"Is that so? Magic?"
Madison was still fond of pretending to understand when she didn't. She forced composure, suddenly realizing, again performing her act of being very smart and gradually understanding what had happened.
Her acting was indeed good.
"Right, right, right, magic. I have lots of magic. After joining the religion, I'll teach them all to you. You don't even have to wait for me to die, you can directly become the Supreme Pope of the Ian Divine Cult."
Ian began his persuasion.
"Uh..."
Madison felt Ian's words were far-fetched but she didn't know why she was somewhat tempted.
"This is the power of temptation."
The demon head being carried by Ian explained for Madison. It was directly slapped twice by Ian, then obediently shut its mouth.
"There are no oranges today, so you hold onto this. Don't move from here, I'll go and come back," Ian handed the demon bull head to Madison.
Mainly because Madison was too weak and needed some protective measures.
After all, she was a super great healer, and also really not too smart. Such a qualified minion definitely needed good protection, this was a scarce resource at any time.
"Again?"
Madison looked suspicious but saw Ian directly shooting into the sky.
"Do you know your pants are completely torn?" She shouted at Ian.
Someone pretended not to hear, won't say who.
"I need to give the old witch a big percentage shock!" Ian grabbed some pants and put them on, also changed his clothes, his whole person shooting toward the old witch like a cannonball.
A ring of sonic boom clouds exploded behind him.
"Whoosh~"
A red and blue figure streaked across the sky.
Faster than Ian.
The commotion it caused was like Ian had charged five million more in special effects.
"Ah? Dad? No wait!"
A surprised voice rang out, followed by confusion.
It was Superman, but didn't seem like the real Superman. Ian hadn't even started being happy when he noticed something wrong. The Superman flying toward the Supreme Witch looked deathly pale.
And had many black blood vessels seemingly flowing with green liquid.
His super vision captured it accurately.
"My dad's speed isn't this slow!" Ian quickly looked ahead, only to see the bootleg dad with a zombie-like complexion charging straight at the Supreme Witch.
"Die!"
His voice was extremely hoarse.
Like it was squeezed out from his throat.
"Rumble!"
Having been ambushed by Ian before, the Supreme Witch was very alert. She released mental control at the zombie Superman, instantly making this Superman, who was oozing thick liquid all over, look pained.
This move had no effect on Ian but seemed extremely effective against zombie Superman.
"Ahhhhh!"
Zombie Superman let out painful howls, his eyes lighting up with sickly green light.
"Damn! Fel energy! Clone? Parallel universe?" Ian recognized the energy fluctuation. Under his incredulous gaze as he stopped in mid-air.
"Zzzzzz~"
Zombie Superman shot fel energy beams from his eyes, directly at the Supreme Witch. However, the beams that lit up half the city were easily blocked by dozens of layers of dream barriers controlled by the Supreme Witch.
When not facing Ian, all her abilities worked very well.
"You annoying bugs!" The Supreme Witch roared angrily, waving her hand to use magic to blast zombie Superman away, then released dream power to envelop him.
Crashing through buildings, zombie Superman had just charged out.
His eyes fell into a daze, falling like a broken puppet, his whole person wrapped in dreamy foam, this weakened Superman was indeed not Ian's dad.
Weaker by more than just a notch.
"Now it's my turn again. Supreme Witch, you have failed this city again!" Ian charged quickly, his voice seeming to give the Supreme Witch a stress reaction.
"Impossible! How are you still alive!"
She apparently hadn't even noticed Ian just now.
This made Ian furious.
"Imagination-lacking old thing, you don't understand a damn thing about impossible. You being able to kill me, that's what's impossible!" Ian teleported directly in front of the Supreme Witch. He didn't give her a chance to use the same trick, grabbing the Supreme Witch's mouth and directly stuffing a handful of pills into her stomach.
The turbulent dream power didn't hinder Ian at all, as if someone was secretly interfering.
"What did you make me eat!"
The Supreme Witch thrown onto a floating stone slab by Ian looked terrified. She frantically clawed at her throat, but saw Ian float up and directly nail her hands with steel bars.
"Sleeping pills. Be grateful for free America, it lets you eat a full two thousand pills, super-sized sleeping pills," he grabbed the Supreme Witch's chin.
Directly stuffing the entire bottle of two thousand sleeping pills into her stomach.
"Why! Why do this to me!" The Supreme Witch's face was twisted, spider web-like cracks covering her skin, dream power seeping out from the increasingly large cracks.
Like countless tiny light snakes swimming in the air. She still wanted to cast magic, but Ian directly pulled out her tongue and crushed her throat.
"Lord Ian has never suffered such serious injuries in his life. I can break my own legs, but you cannot," Ian smoothly removed the Supreme Witch's jawbone.
"I don't kill people, but Morpheus might not," Ian just watched as the Supreme Witch couldn't withstand the drug effects and began foaming at the mouth, rolling her eyes back. Her already broken body became even more unbearable. This old witch wasn't even sleepy, let alone sleeping, but the intense pain seemed to be the last straw that broke her.
"Huff huff huff~"
The Supreme Witch's crushed throat made wind-breaking sounds. The cracks on her skin kept expanding, making her look like porcelain about to shatter.
Seeing this, Ian immediately teleported backward without hesitation.
"BOOM——!!"
The next moment, the Supreme Witch exploded.
She was detonated by the uncontrollable dream power within her.
Countless dream powers surged out like a tide, no longer controlled, but flowing madly in a certain direction. Those dream bubbles that had originally shrouded the city also began to dissipate.
The imprisoned people gradually broke free from dreams, though they didn't immediately wake up. Looking into the distance, Ian had just wanted to chase after the direction of the dream power flow.
"Ahhhhh!"
The Supreme Witch's wail unexpectedly rang out.
"More resilient than me?"
Ian was extremely surprised. He turned around to see a twisted black fog-like substance floating out from the Supreme Witch's exploded corpse. That thing kept changing forms in mid-air, sometimes extending tentacles, sometimes showing human faces, even the surrounding residual dream power was stained a murky purple-black.
