What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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There are only two prerequisites for verbal skills to be effective: one is that the tongue is enchanting and flexible enough to make people linger, and the other is that there must be a common language to facilitate communication.

The zombie didn't stop moving; it had already successfully twisted the lid a quarter turn. Loki watched helplessly as the rotting mouth drew closer and closer, even able to smell the putrid stench emanating from its throat.

"No! No!" Loki desperately missed his former body as a frost giant, which he had previously despised—even Odin's body wrapped in diapers was better than being digested and excreted by zombies!

"Help! Anyone will do! Help me—!!"

Loki was nearly scared out of his wits.

In a panic, he shouted for help.

And just then, suddenly...

"boom--!"

A gunshot shattered the deathly silence. The bullet pierced the zombie's temple with pinpoint accuracy. The thermos fell from the stiffened fingers, bounced twice on the frozen ground, and then the cap came loose completely.

The azure soul, as if granted a pardon, suddenly crawled out of the bottle!

"Thank you! My savior!" Loki was overwhelmed with emotion, his soul crawling out of the bottle. His voice was filled with gratitude, "I, Loki Laufeyson, King of the Frost Giants, exiled ruler of the Nine Realms, owe you my life today! If you help me regain my body and return to Asgard, I will surely bestow upon you the title of—"

Loki was about to stage the classic "farmer and the snake" scene, plotting how to take over his savior's body and then go back to kill him, when before he could finish speaking, another glass bottle fell from the sky.

They precisely pinned Loki, the exiled king, back to the ground!

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Loki's expression froze instantly.

The bearded mage crouched down and wiped the jar with his cloak of levitation: "Let me see. A talking blue ghost? I think it's recorded on page 700 of the 'Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures'."

He seemed to be studying Loki's life form with great curiosity.

Seeing that the other party appeared to be a mage.

Loki's heart sank, but he immediately put on a pitiful "I am the victim" face and began to make grand promises: "Honorable mage! I am Loki Laufeson, the destroyer of Asgard, the rightful ruler of the Nine Realms! I was harmed by a madman who called himself an evil god, which is why I have ended up in this state."

"He stole my body, imprisoned my soul, and took away my great cause. Now, I only ask that you lend me a hand and help me find my body that has been taken from me."

"If you help me regain my body and allow me to return to my throne, I will appoint you as the Archmage of the Nine Realms, grant you infinite magical power, and control over time and space!" Loki fabricated a story that he was the King of the Nine Realms and had been framed by a villain, focusing on cursing the villain who had caused him to fall to this state.

He spoke with great emotion.

A few tears of the soul even "squeezed" from his eyes.

"Ok?"

The bearded mage listened intently, his expression growing increasingly strange. As if realizing something, he became very agitated and trembling as he pulled a crumpled photograph from his cloak.

"Is this what the villainous god you're talking about looks like?" In the photo, Ian is hugging a Spider-Man with a shapely butt, and the two are making peace signs in front of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Loki was overjoyed when he saw the photo!

Isn't that the crazy boy who had a grudge against me for taking my life?!

"Yes! It's him! It's that bastard! He ruined everything for me! If you help me—" Loki thought that the disheveled Doctor Strange also had a grudge against Ian.

However, just as he was nodding frantically, his words were interrupted again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Doctor Strange suddenly let out a wild scream of joy, jumping up and down, his beard trembling: "I knew it! I knew he still remembered me! He still remembered me, his follower!"

this moment.

Loki's expression froze on his face.

"Ian! It's Ian!" Doctor Strange clutched the jar, his stubble-covered face contorted against the glass. "Where is he? I knew he wouldn't abandon the earliest saints!"

Doctor Strange shook the jar frantically.

"Tell me quickly! Has God Ian come to save me? Is he going to take me back to the main universe?" He was extremely agitated. Yes, this mage was the Sorcerer Supreme who was the first to be lost in the black hole.

Doctor Strange.

He gleaned clues from Loki's words that pointed to a unique existence in the entire universe. Only the evil god he knew could have pulled off such a feat.

When faced with Doctor Strange's question, Loki, whose very soul trembled and who realized something was wrong, found it extremely difficult to respond. He began to realize a very serious problem.

I saw.

as predicted.

Doctor Strange was overjoyed; he could tell at a glance that the person was a fanatic.

"Ian God! Ian God! Where are you! I am Doctor Strange! I was one of your earliest followers! I was your right-hand man! I served you instant noodles! I wrote flyers for you! You promised to give me the 'Level 10 Administrator of the Cult' medal—!" Doctor Strange cried.

He held up the photo.

He shouted frantically in all directions.

"Lord! Return! Your little wonder awaits you!"

"Oh! This must be the redemption mentioned in the Bible!"

"I knew he still cared most about me, his follower!"

……

The devout Doctor Strange was shouting, and although he didn't get a response from Ian, each word struck Loki, who realized he had encountered a mad believer, like a thunderbolt.

He began to recall his previous curses, and his very soul began to tremble. Even without casting spells to divine or prophesy, this exiled king in distress already realized that something terrible was about to happen.

That's why they say that when someone feels they're about to die, they experience a final burst of energy before death. At this moment, Loki, trembling uncontrollably, felt his senses begin to return.

He heard Thor's desperate screams coming from afar.

Yes.

At this moment, the most devastated person is not Loki, but Thor, who has to raise his own father. Meanwhile, Thor is facing the greatest challenge of his thousand-year divine life.

He really didn't know how to change baby Odin's diaper.

But after all, he's his own father.

Letting his father soak in urine would be considered extremely unfilial, and Thor felt he would be scolded to death by his mother, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and start learning.

The usually burly man muttered that it was no big deal, just like absorbing water for food that was going to be fried, and shakily pulled down Odin's pants.

He held a tattered piece of cloth that he had torn from somewhere in his hand, his expression perhaps more solemn and cautious than when facing a powerful enemy, as if he were afraid of accidentally knocking over his father's urination tool.

Baby Odin lay on the blanket, his bare little legs kicking wildly in the air, his golden downy hair gleaming softly in the sunlight, looking innocent and naive.

If we ignore what Thor is doing at this moment, Thor would also praise his father for being incredibly powerful since childhood.

"Dad, don't move, don't move."

Thor's voice trembled.

"You are the father of all gods! You really shouldn't move!"

He never dared to forcefully restrain the baby Odin's constantly kicking legs.

Facing Thor's manipulation.

"puff--"

A jet of water directly washed Thor's face, and baby Odin responded to his son's call with his actions.

"..."

Thor's expression froze instantly.

Somewhat resigned to their fate, they accepted the towel handed to them by Gwen. Before Ian left, he had put Gwen and the others on the hot seat. Now, the ice-sculpted Captain America and Gwen, who had been automatically "incubated," were also in a state of indescribable distress after hearing Thor's description. They still found it hard to accept that Odin in the myth was actually "punishing" his son with urine.

"So, this really is your dad?"

Gwen is someone whose ability to process information has been honed by Ian many times, but even now, she still finds it hard to accept the abstract nature of reality.

Captain America stroked his chin thoughtfully, his thought process still relatively normal: "If I beat him to tears now, can I also call myself the man who defeated the King of Gods?"

As a soldier.

Of course, I can be competitive sometimes.

"You dare!" Thor whirled around, glaring angrily, still clutching the rag stained with unspeakable substances. "I swear in the name of the God of Thunder, if you dare touch a single hair on my father's head—I'll tear your hair off!"

He has a very loud voice.

Like thunder.

"Wow--!!"

Baby Odin suddenly burst into tears, his little face turning bright red. Thor panicked instantly, frantically picking up the baby: "Daddy! Daddy, say something! What's wrong with you? Are you hungry? Do you remember me? Why aren't you talking? Did that madman make you lose your memory?"

The baby cried louder, waving its little fists wildly, and even tried to grab Thor's beard and put it in its mouth. Clearly, this was a sign of hunger.

"It's over," Thor muttered despairingly. "My dad's probably gone mad."

“Don’t worry.” Gwen sighed and stepped forward to check: “The baby’s vocal cords are not fully developed. Even if he has the ability to speak, he can’t speak now.”

She does have a lot of knowledge about biology, after all, she is a girl who inherited the memories of the previous era.

"Is that right?"

Thor looked dejected, still somewhat skeptical of Gwen's assessment: "But his eyes didn't seem to recognize me. He even tried to suckle on me just now."

At this point, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Gwen pitifully, "Gwen, could you lend my dad some milk? I'll pay you back a hundredfold when we get back."

This is clearly a question only a landlord's foolish son would ask.

"????"

Gwen was struck dumb, her face instantly turning bright red.

"You—what nonsense are you spouting?!" She genuinely felt that Thor's inhuman, nouveau riche methods were misused. Was that something that could be borrowed and returned? Was it really true that Ian, that evil god, had used Thor's brain to store all sorts of knowledge, causing Thor to also be infected with Ian's psychotic way of thinking?

"Then Gwen will become your dad's wet nurse, right? What should you call her?" Captain America was trying so hard not to laugh that his shoulders were shaking, and at this moment he didn't forget to stir things up a little.

"..."

Thor realized something was wrong, but it wasn't the right thing to do; he simply didn't want Gwen to become his father's wet nurse.

“Steve Rogers!!” Gwen was furious and embarrassed. She raised her hand, and the welcoming spider silk was already aimed at Captain America’s face, ready to turn him into a real faceless man.

"I'm still a virgin! How could I possibly have milk! Are you two idiots?!" She was so angry that she stomped her feet, feeling that her two teammates were complete morons.

"what?"