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SUP Chapter 108: Crazy Leveling Up! Saving the Dream God! (Part One)
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 10:46:16 +0000 UTCLady Death wanted to stir up Ian's guilt.
However, this was simply impossible.
"I don't feel guilty. Dream God Morpheus was caught because he likes being caught, and it definitely has nothing to do with me," Ian's logic was serious and rigorous.
"Besides, that witch caught Dream God Morpheus and made Morpheus fill himself up, no, fill himself to bursting, the one who should feel guilty about this should be Lucifer, right?" He had heard from someone that throwing all the bad things in the world onto the head of the Lord of Hell was never wrong. Lucifer had been professionally taking the blame in DC for many, many years.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Lady Death didn't seem surprised by Ian's attitude at all.
"Of course, I have many identities, but obviously I'm not a scapegoat," Ian blinked his eyes. Facing Lady Death, he still insisted on his clear-headed perspective on the world.
To this, Lady Death just chuckled lightly and nodded.
"I admit what you say has some merit. Perhaps we can even blame the occurrence of such things directly on the world's first riddler, [Destiny]."
She even drew inferences, her words mixed with personal agenda. To be honest, Lady Death appearing in Hannibal's office probably meant that Lady Death should also see a psychologist, in Ian's view. Resolving family conflicts was the main source of income for psychologists, and also their specialty.
"Do you still remember what I asked you to investigate properly?" The outside world was encountering a huge accident, but Lady Death didn't seem too anxious about it.
She wasn't in a hurry.
Ian couldn't get anxious either, because the atmosphere clearly wasn't right yet.
"I don't remember."
Ian began using today's quota of lies.
He still had plenty of lies left to drag things out with Lady Death for a whole day.
Perhaps he wouldn't need to use that many.
"..."
Lady Death had already fallen into silence.
Outside, the old witch's absorption of the Sandman's power continued to spiral out of control. Waves of chaotic dream power kept impacting the surroundings like boiling lava surging into the room.
A violent tremor occurred, unrelated to geography, the entire space was swaying. The oil paintings on the wall tilted askew, as if the whole world was becoming crooked.
"Oh! It's coming out!"
Hannibal's collection of human body models began to distort, with talking rabbit dolls drilling out of plaster skulls.
"Help! I escaped from 'Alice Sleeps Through Wonderland'!" It was asking Ian for help. Ian turned a deaf ear, unwilling to admit that such dream projections were related to him. If dream projections caused such phenomena, the reason was either that Lady Death was very, very bad, or it could only be that Hannibal had impure thoughts.
"Morpheus's power is running wild. You need to deal with that foolish witch."
Lady Death glanced at the rabbit that had crawled out, and instantly, the rabbit projected by the dream withered and melted into a puddle of mush, returning to the plaster model skull.
"Don't let her disturb my rest."
The lady was still a lady.
Her tone and temperament were perfectly controlled.
"Roger that."
Ian readily agreed, taking out his phone to call for backup. However, when he pressed the dial key to call his old man, the phone turned into a pink worm in his ear.
This worm twisted its body shyly.
"Ptui!"
Ian bit off half the worm's body without hesitation, chewed twice, it tasted no different from a phone, as if the thing had turned back into plastic and metal after entering his mouth.
"Logically, my dad should have noticed something was wrong by now," Ian spat out the electronic components in his mouth and crawled to the window with completely shattered glass to look outside.
Night had not yet fallen, but the sky seemed to have fallen into some eerie twilight state, not a transition between day and night, but a blur between reality and dreams.
The sky and earth now seemed completely connected.
Things that had once been clearly distinct with definite boundaries were now being kneaded together crazily by invisible giant hands.
Everyone seemed to have fallen into dreams.
Those unconscious people floated in mid-air, wrapped in translucent bubbles. The real estate lady he had seen before had bubbles around her body that even touched the people nearby.
"Having a party without inviting my second brother?" Ian felt sorry for Jordan. His golden eyes looked at those bubbles, where flickering images seemed to be the beautiful dreams each person was sinking into.
Reluctant memories.
Anticipated futures and cherished hopes buried in their hearts.
The bubbles displayed beauty that made people unwilling to wake up.
"Are my dad and the others in this state now too?" Ian turned back to look at Lady Death behind him. The woman had conjured a cup of coffee from somewhere and was tasting it.
"Don't underestimate Superman's magic resistance, but don't overestimate it either, he's ultimately different from us," Lady Death gave a very clear response.
"Us?"
Ian keenly caught the key word.
Still saying she wasn't secretly in love.
This was already blatantly fantasizing about the future!
Of course, Ian knew he couldn't get involved in this situation. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts, father-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts, they weren't even together yet, but Lady Death's tone when mentioning Clark was already too sharp.
"Mm?"
Lady Death, who was drinking coffee, felt Ian's strange gaze. She raised her hand to flick his forehead, but stopped halfway, as if worried Ian would get too excited from it.
Throwing caution to the wind.
Perhaps this was somewhat concrete at this moment.
"Little newborn, being a pillar isn't that easy to do... this is your responsibility," Lady Death sighed lightly. She could naturally detect the constant changes appearing on Ian.
However, Lady Death was neither confused nor surprised anymore.
She clearly had her own view of Ian in her heart. A new concept was rising, and Lady Death sincerely hoped it wouldn't be an entity representing [Abstraction].
The woman had just had such a thought in her heart.
"Have you heard of non-stick pans?"
Ian asked carefully.
"?????"
Lady Death's expression stiffened slightly, her mouth twitching.
"Looking at your expression, you probably haven't heard of them. But you're really lucky, today you finally get to see one in person. I am the legendary non-stick pan."
Ian drained the cola in his hand, not caring how many tentacles were writhing in the drink he swallowed. He directly threw away the cup and prepared to go home to carry his family and run away.
Really no joke.
What level was he?
A crisis caused by the Sandman, letting a fourteen-year-old boy solve it? This wasn't a children's cartoon. For things with no benefit, Ian just wanted to take his family and temporarily avoid Los Angeles.
There were tall people there who could handle it.
"There's also Plan B, my old man seems to have a spaceship, not sure if it still works," Ian muttered quietly, unhesitatingly climbing out the window that had no glass.
He ultimately hadn't inherited Clark's saintly heart.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
Lady Death couldn't sit still anymore.
She threw away the coffee cup in her hand.
"Haven't you seen such a clear-headed person in all your years?" Ian jumped down from the window, rolled on landing, and found Lady Death still standing beside him.
"You took benefits from me, remember?" Lady Death crossed her arms, her voice eerily saying, "If I remember correctly, you said you would do anything."
"You also said you liked working for me."
Indeed, Women were always like this, loving to bring up old accounts.
Goddesses were the same.
"But it's after work hours now," Ian blinked his eyes. He realized he had been entangled by the dirty goddess, so he sighed and chose to face reality.
"So you're showing your true colors now."
Lady Death's sigh was even louder.
"All workers are like this."
Ian responded quietly but his tone was very righteous.
"Do you think if you save Morpheus's life, you'll be short on benefits?" Lady Death had completely seen through Ian's scheme, at least she thought Ian was playing hard to get.
After all, those not smart enough found it hard to understand just how wise a choice running away could be.
"Hiss, what you say does make sense."
After hearing this, Ian was first stunned, then immediately put down the luggage he had raised over his head, it was his beloved Hellcat, which due to dream influence had now become a cat-faced car.
Its cat face looked just like the slutty cat from Tom and Jerry, meowing "meow meow" while sticking out a pink tongue from the hood, and even the equally pink exhaust pipe was blowing little bubbles.
Even a demon car.
Obviously hadn't escaped the influence of dream power.
"Morpheus knows how to repay kindness."
Lady Death seriously reminded him.
She had indeed grasped part of Ian's psychology.
"Is that so!"
Ian had an epiphany.
"So I can even use kindness to extort, making him acknowledge me as his father?" Ian knew that favors would eventually be repaid, but family ties could probably let him cling to the big shot for life.
Helping others raise sons wasn't acceptable but picking up a very powerful son was very acceptable.
"???????????????" Lady Death's face showed an unprecedented sea of question marks. She felt Ian was even taking advantage of her and she already had solid evidence.
"Acknowledging me as an adoptive father is also fine. I'm not picky at all, I wasn't even picky about food when I was little," Ian also had his emotionally intelligent side. He realized his oversight, so he immediately made a compromise and changed his words. This time, at least Lady Death's pretty face looked much better than before.
Facing Ian's unreasonable demands.
Lady Death rolled her eyes helplessly.
"If you can convince Morpheus, that's your ability," she gave an ambiguous response, but it still made Ian's eyes light up directly.
"It's a deal! My work soul is burning up. Quick, quick, let me work. What should I do?" Ian was eager to try, looking toward the chaotic scene in the distance.
The world seemed to have been turned upside down by a giant hand.
Houses no longer stood firmly on the ground.
They could even hang inverted in the air. In mid-air, everywhere were people affected and unconscious. They were wrapped in crystal-clear bubbles one after another.
Some people lay quietly with peaceful expressions, as if having beautiful dreams. Others held their heads with furrowed brows, seeming to encounter something terrifying in their dreams.
Still others had bodies twisted into bizarre shapes, as if forcibly distorted by dream power. Their bodies swayed gently in the bubbles, rising and falling rhythmically with the fluctuations of dream power.
This group was increasing.
"You need to save Morpheus and figure out what exactly happened to him," top-tier NPC Lady Death began issuing quests. She raised her slender, pale finger pointing into the distance.
"But first, you need to kill that woman," Lady Death's voice suddenly became somewhat cold, not directed at Ian, but a kind of anger at mortals attempting to taint divine power.
"I promised my dad I wouldn't kill people temporarily. I'll only bring bad people to justice and put them in prison," Ian pulled out his prison from the Hellcat and held it up in front of the Death Goddess.
"Gurgle Gurgle Gurgle~"
The demon bull head was also affected by the dream and was sleeping soundly.
"Demons are weak, surrender and ascend, tremble, fear, I am the Trash King!" It was even talking in its sleep. Demons were just a bit stronger than humans.
"This really shows what kind of person raises what kind of pet."
The Death Goddess understood Ian's meaning. She reached out and lightly touched, and the demon bull head suddenly woke up from its dream. In its panic, it didn't know it had gained a little favorability from Ian through dreaming.
"Oh... mama, what did I see?" Perhaps because it had been "enlightened" by Lady Death, the demon bull head could finally see that figure it couldn't see before.
It even suspected it was still dreaming now.
"Very good. If my prison chews on itself, that's its problem," Ian hung the bull head on his butt and warned it not to lick his behind.
"Twist that woman's neck and you can stop the effects she's causing," Lady Death heard Ian's "discipline" of the bull head, twitched her eye corner, then gave a hint.
"Once you kill her, the dream power will return to its true owner," Lady Death said, then her figure disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
She wouldn't act herself.
She made Ian go save people instead.
There must be a reason for this.
It's just that Ian temporarily didn't have time to think about it.
"Sigh, this might be what they call 'proximity to death makes one dark.' My bottom line is being forced lower bit by bit... Indeed, mom was right to tell me not to play with bad women."
Ian was fully armed, stuffing the demon book into his crotch again. Vital parts needed key protection, he had no intention of practicing his [Fourth Dimensional Appendix Modification Technique].
"You're also not allowed to stick your tongue out. Turn your mouth into bulletproof steel plates," after seriously instructing the demon book, Ian also pushed off with both legs like a cannonball shooting into the sky.
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Super Jump.
Activated!
...
Airflow whistled past his ears.
Floating building debris swept past Ian's sides, glass curtain walls reflecting his blurred afterimage. He leaped and turned between broken buildings, each step shattering concrete.
"If I remember correctly, this guy is called the Supreme Witch?" Ian's target was naturally floating in mid-air, sometimes borrowing force from walls, sometimes rolling to avoid collapsing building fragments.
The distance between him and Supreme Witch Fiona was constantly shortening.
Ten kilometers.
Eight kilometers.
Two kilometers.
The old woman with countless dream powers twisting around her body was still letting out painful wails, but perhaps because she had been in pain for so long, her voice began to carry a tone of pleasure.
"What a masochist."
Ian was getting closer and closer to the Supreme Witch.
Around him, countless people wrapped in bubbles were sinking into them.
They slowly rose, trying to merge with that chaotic sky. After hitting obstacles, they bounced away, making light collision sounds. Occasionally, two bubbles would collide with each other, making a crisp sound, then quickly embrace each other, with dreams merging and brewing more complex dreams.
"Oh, great God Ian, I seem to have underestimated You too much... so You are such a great existence," the demon bull head hanging behind Ian's butt praised loudly.
It seemed to have just recovered from the shock of seeing death earlier.
Although due to its low level it didn't understand the Endless Family, being a former minion of a Hell Archdemon, its knowledge was still somewhat more than ordinary demons.
This obviously mistook Ian for a member of the Endless Family.
"Shut up." Ian scolded.
He also saw floating in mid-air, equally affected by dream power, was a Grim Reaper. These Reapers had strange dreams, some even hoped to be demoted to mortals so they could have a romance. This was really being disloyal to the organization. But it was understandable, human nature was after all the most infectious thing God had created.
"Poor high-level wage workers."
Ian stepped on the Reapers all the way up. Those Reapers were completely controlled by dreams and didn't react much, letting Ian step on their bodies as he climbed toward the old woman above.
Very close now, only about ten meters away.
"Great opportunity!" Just as Ian clenched his fist and was about to get close, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes, which flashed with a ghostly light that didn't belong to humans.
"No one can take this power away! Don't disturb me! I want to ascend to godhood... Mortal, accept this reality!" Supreme Witch Fiona was in pain and pleasure. Her tone was extremely firm and persistent. Then, countless people sinking in dreams were controlled by the old woman and smashed toward Ian.
These people were wrapped in crystal-clear bubbles one after another.
Like huge balloons, they themselves posed no threat, but the dream power attached to their bodies had the dangerous ability to drag Ian into sinking dreams.
Ian head-on collided with the woman he had encountered in the elevator before.
Everything around quickly changed.
He found himself in a pink room with soft lighting, many toys on the table, and a group of wild men surrounding a uniformed lady having a Tokyo-style party.
"Get excited! You get one set! He gets one set! Can't sell them all! I can't sell all my houses!" The woman was immersed in joy, even inviting Ian.
"Come on, sir, come inspect a house too!" The woman crawled toward Ian, as if trying to drag Ian into depravity together, but was kicked by Ian and sent flying into the wall.
"Damn! Looking this handsome, do I need to buy my own house?" Ian felt insulted. He ran around the room wildly, noticing a new negative status in his bottom right corner.
[Polluted Dream]
Since there was a negative status display, everything was easy to handle. This trash status didn't deserve to hang on Ian, so he could only use his backup hidden skill points.
"System! Quick, help little old me recall the skills I'll definitely master proficiently in the future!" Even at such a moment, Ian could still make clear judgments.
Since changing to the [Berserker] class, Ian deeply understood the principle of being prepared. Seeing himself affected by dreams, he quickly opened his skill tree for targeted learning.
[Faith Redemption: With firm self-belief, directly strip specified negative statuses from yourself, purify trauma, and restore life equal to the purification effect.]
Late-game professional skills were just this powerfully simple and unpretentious.
Ian selected the skill and activated it. The next moment, he found everything in front of him changed, that world full of [Love and Plum] disappeared before his eyes.
The second bubble attacked.
Meaningless.
The suit-wearing elites opening champagne inside screamed and dissipated. Ian then punched through Husband Island in the third bubble, and two muscular men sunbathing also disappeared.
"These petty tricks can't stop Lord Ian. I want foreigners... uh, I want you dead!" Ian was glowing green, that was the overflow effect of health recovery.
His increasingly energetic state attracted the Supreme Witch's attention.
However, this attention came a bit too late.
"Bang!"
Ian punched the Supreme Witch in the face. Her still frail, impure witch body had her nose bridge break on impact, her entire face caving in like a crushed soda can.
Actually already stronger than most people's physical constitution.
Just not enough.
"Supreme Witch! You have failed this city."
Using someone else's lines was indeed more useful. Ian displayed his fine habit of stealing lines. He raised his fist again, aiming at the Supreme Witch's jawbone.
"Bang!"
Another heavy second punch sent the Supreme Witch crashing into a floating stone slab. Ian immediately jumped over, grabbed the Supreme Witch's head and lifted her shattered face.
"Why haven't you sunk into depravity!"
The Supreme Witch was like a radiation source, her body still continuously releasing dream power outward, but this pure power seemed unable to affect Ian at all.
It couldn't even affect Ian like the dream power that had already affected others.
"Because ancestors don't need to dream. The reality of doing whatever they want is ancestors' favorite beautiful dream," Ian's tone was light, not revealing his real information.
After all, he still knew plenty of cases where villains died from self-exposure.
"Now, who should accept reality?" Ian pulled out his prison from behind his butt. The bull head demon also cooperatively opened its bloody maw.
Its mouth unreasonably became a mouth bigger than a washbasin, covered with sharp teeth.
"Mere mortal! And filthy demon!"
Sensing danger, the Supreme Witch, seeing her head about to be bitten off, endured the violent power within her body and mobilized the magic power that originally belonged to her.
"Ahh~"
She opened her throat and screamed. The powerful sound waves were like substance, directly blasting away Ian, who was prepared but apparently not prepared enough.
"Rumble~"
Ian directly smashed through several buildings.
Falling rapidly toward the ground.
"Die!"
Having been humiliated by Ian, even though her body was already cracking due to dream power, the Supreme Witch still stood up and stretched out her hand, forcibly driving this power that didn't belong to her.
The dream power instantly materialized a huge aircraft carrier. The carrier was enormous, with all facilities on the deck clearly visible. It crashed toward Ian like a huge monster.
"Damn, a reality bender!"
Ian only felt a behemoth appear before his eyes.
His eyes gathered brilliant golden light, like two blazing suns, bursting with terrifying temperature and powerful energy, shooting directly at the bow of the approaching aircraft carrier.
"Rumble~"
Another terrifying roar.
The overloaded aircraft carrier was directly cut in half on the spot, with raging fires igniting at the break, metal tearing like paper, and deafening explosions.
"Nothing special. Such poor imagination, what a waste of the supreme power in your body."
Ian stood on a floating stone slab, surrounded by falling aircraft carrier debris like a steel rainstorm. His golden pupils were full of danger in the chaotic, twisted light.
"Heh."
With the Supreme Witch's cold laugh after repairing her face, Ian saw more than ten aircraft carriers appear around him in all directions.
They were all pressing down on him.
"Old hag doesn't play fair!" Ian had never been this frantic before. In this desperate situation, his eyes turned left and right respectively.
Two clearly divided beams shot out, fiercely hitting the hulls of two aircraft carriers. The super-strong alloy armor couldn't withstand the high temperature of the beams again.
Metal fragments flew everywhere.
This was definitely a cool operation, the kind even Superman couldn't do.
However, human eyes had limits after all. Ian, who wished he could grow eyes all over his body, ultimately couldn't escape being hit head-on by other aircraft carriers and sent flying.
Seeing that mystical methods couldn't eliminate Ian, the Supreme Witch adopted physical means. The effect was significant, Ian was directly pressed toward the twisted ground by the aircraft carrier.
The earth shattered, dust filled the sky.
With a deafening crash, Ian along with that huge aircraft carrier fell like a meteor, directly smashing a huge crater in the twisted street.
The powerful impact made the ground shake continuously.
Countless rocks and dust frantically splashed up from the impact point like a huge, gray mushroom cloud, instantly completely enveloping Ian and the aircraft carrier.
"Cough cough, this has more kick than the Great Fortune Celestial," Ian was glad he was no longer the boy he used to be, otherwise this hit would probably send him to another world again.
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +6]
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +7]
[Received overload damage, Berserker experience +8]
