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

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"interesting!"

The old devil crawled out from the shards of glass, his suit turning into black smoke and dissipating.

"The awakening of chaos magic is three years earlier than expected!" Yes, Mephisto had already discovered that the girl was the Scarlet Witch whose identity had shifted from the moment he arrived at the fast food restaurant.

This is a being who can be considered a high-level combatant among human beings. She possesses chaos magic, which allows her to alter reality, create or destroy matter, and interfere with the minds of others. She is incredibly powerful, but her deep desire for a child caused her to suffer a mental breakdown. She has twice plunged the world into chaos, but those events occurred before the universe restarted.

now.

After the world rebooted, Scarlet Witch seemed to be awakening her abilities for the first time.

"I will come back to find you."

Seeing Wanda awaken her abilities, Mephisto was filled with envy. He gave Wanda Maximov a deep look but did not stop her from stumbling and staggering away.

Wanda fell down and kept crawling out, clearly terrified by Mephisto.

Under any circumstances, Mephisto would have used this fear to his advantage and not let his opponent off so easily, but now, having suffered heavy losses, he had no time for that.

“Superman… a Superman who shouldn’t exist… a character who came out of the comics… an uncorrected invasion?” Mephisto sat amidst the ravaged ruins, his expression constantly shifting.

Not only was his expression incredibly ferocious, but even his eyes could terrify 99.999% of children. Mephisto's mind was filled with images of the chaos before the universe's reboot.

"Whether it's a Superman from a comic book or not, this is a provocation against me, a declaration of war against me. Even if it is a real Superman, I will crush you to pieces!"

Mephisto looked out the window and roared furiously at the sky where lightning kept flashing. Power from hell surged within his body.

"My power will soon truly descend upon the world; I have already recreated an embryo." Mephisto thought of the human woman he had impregnated yesterday.

His child was growing inside her, the vessel through which he was brought to earth. Of course, since human pregnancy takes time, Mephisto's eyes flickered slightly.

"If it really is an uncorrected intrusion, this might be an opportunity for me." Mephisto's anger did not affect his wisdom; he began to think about how to recover his losses.

"That body, that so-called steel body, can definitely bear my power. Perhaps it is even more suitable for me than the container I created myself."

In Mephisto's time, DC Comics still existed, so he knew very well that if it were truly a Kryptonian body, it would be extremely useful to him. Superman's body would be able to support his power far exceeding that of the Skyfathers, at which point no powerful being in the world would be able to pose a threat to him.

of course.

To capture Superman, relying solely on clones is definitely not enough. There's something sinister about him, to the point that even if one's clones could use the power of the hellish dimension, they would still find it difficult to contend with him.

"However, I still have that trump card... I need to get my old friend back. He will be the nemesis of all life—even Superman, who shouldn't exist!"

"His soul will be tormented by me in my hell for billions of years!" Mephisto was vengeful; he stood up and then turned into black smoke, disappearing into the ruins.

In the city.

The rain has been falling.

Inside a motorcycle club in Texas, blasting music filled every corner of the building, while a young stunt rider was adjusting his motorcycle alone.

He has a grand performance tomorrow, a stunt show, and even his father will be there. That's why Johnny Blaze is taking this performance extremely seriously.

"This torrential rain is unbelievable."

Johnny Blaze looked out the window with slight annoyance. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the rain poured down, with streams of water flowing down the windowpane like a creek.

It was hard to say whether such terrible weather would affect his performance tomorrow. Johnny Blaze offered a slightly worried prayer, then simply drew the curtains to avoid seeing it.

"I still need to change the oil on my motorcycle."

Johnny Blaze knew that the weather was something he couldn't control, and as a stunt driver, his job was to do everything he could to the best of his ability.

outside the house.

The rain kept pouring down.

Time slipped away as the man focused intently on tuning the vehicle. The wind and rain showed no sign of stopping, and even the thunder began to rumble more frequently.

The noise even nearly caused Johnny Blaze's old radio to stop working. Just as Johnny Blaze was about to pull out his trump card—the super subwoofer—he was rummaging through the cabinet when suddenly, he saw, along with the lightning illuminating the night sky again, some unsettling figures reflected in his window.

"No!"

The sudden turn of events terrified Johnny Blaze, reminding him of a recent experience he didn't want to relive. Fortunately, after wiping his eyes, there was nothing on the glass.

"Hallucination, it must be a hallucination."

Johnny Blazer tried to reassure himself, and just as he was about to turn on the subwoofer and continue his tuning, he was startled by a loud clanging noise from nearby.

"what's the situation!"

Johnny Blaze, startled, quickly turned around to look. It wasn't that anyone had broken in; rather, a cross on the wall had fallen into a bucket of red car paint.

"Can't you give me some good omens?" Johnny Blaze breathed a sigh of relief, but still muttered to himself, as it was a bit unlucky for a driver who was going to push his limits tomorrow. Of course, even if it was some kind of omen, Johnny Blaze didn't really care.

“I made a pact with that devil… and even if it’s a sign, I won’t die, because he wants me to work for him.” Johnny Blaze recalled that when his father was diagnosed with cancer, he prayed to an unknown statue by the roadside, and then he received a response when he performed a stunt that day.

Perhaps distracted by his father's cancer, Johnny Blaze lost focus during the performance, lost control of his motorcycle, and slammed his head hard into the ground.

This was a sure way to die.

however.

On his deathbed, Johnny Blaze saw a figure walking towards him. This person not only cured his father's cancer but also pulled him back from the brink of death.

Everyone called him "Johnny with a lucky life," but only Johnny Blaze himself knew that at that moment, he had sold his soul to a seemingly cunning demon.

As fate would have it, every gift comes with a price. Johnny Blaze didn't think he was lucky; his inner voice constantly told him that the other person was dangerous.

“Even so, if Dad can live, I can live too. If I could do it all over again, I don’t think I would refuse.” Johnny Blaze shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

He was about to refocus his attention on troubleshooting the vehicle.

suddenly.

"Johnny~ Johnny~ Johnny~"

A deep call came from afar, yet seemed to be right next to his ear, sending a chill down Johnny Blaze's spine. He immediately looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

Johnny Blaze would never forget that voice; it was the voice of the devil with whom he had made a pact. He believed he would never forget that clingy voice, not even in his next life.

“I knew it! You’d come after me soon! Take my soul! Take everything!” Johnny Blaze saw the white-haired old man appear out of thin air at the front door after a flash of lightning.

He quickly pulled a hunting rifle from the back of his motorcycle, but he didn't fire it. Instead, he held the gun and stared warily at the devil who had come knocking on his door.

“Child, you can’t hurt the devil with that kind of thing. Normal people would only use exorcism methods to deal with me, even though exorcism methods are a joke to me.”

Mephisto stared at Johnny Blazer and spoke softly.

"What are you doing here! That's not what we agreed on!" Johnny Blaze didn't put down his shotgun; his unease, hatred, and fear were growing stronger.

Just when this man thought the devil was about to turn his back on him.

"Don't worry, your father will live to be eighty, and so will you... At least with you, I keep my promise." Mephisto did not reveal his true identity.

He walked into the house with a seemingly kind expression, shook off his wet hat, and looked at Johnny Blaze, who looked surprised and felt that things were not developing as he had expected.

“You’ve always been my most satisfying investment, and I think I’ve learned how to get along with you.” Mephisto said something that left Johnny Blazer completely baffled.

Before Johnny Blaze could figure it out, the devil sat down on Johnny Blaze's sofa and looked at the motorcycle stuntman in front of him with his deep eyes.

"I won't let you down, and I hope you won't let me down either... Some unexpected events have forced me to come to you. Perhaps you should fulfill your promise to me ahead of schedule."

"Of course, I won't let you make your sacrifice for nothing. I'll bring back your first love. She'll be watching your stunt performance tomorrow, and a wonderful story will unfold between you two."

“Hmm, I can almost picture how beautiful your children will be.” Mephisto’s tone was alluring, stirring a flutter in Johnny Blaze’s heart, who was initially displeased.

He recalled his first love, the beautiful girl with whom he had lost contact because he was going to move to another place with his father.

"really?"

Johnny Blaze has fallen for him.

“Of course, why would I lie to you?” Mephisto looked at Johnny Blaze with a smile in his eyes, but also with a deep-seated apprehension.

In the blink of an eye, Johnny Blaze...

He suddenly appeared in front of Johnny Blaze, as if he had just flashed from in front of the sofa.

“Someone has hurt me, and I don’t want to just laugh it off. So please bring that madman to me. Don’t kill him; I have other uses for his body.”

Mephisto thought of Ian's body and was extremely envious. He was filled with desire for Ian's body, so he also planned to awaken the evil spirit he had placed in Johnny Blaze's body.

He wants to use the former angel to fight that Superman.

“Go, my knight, go, sew his mouth shut, knock him unconscious, and bring him to me!” Mephisto’s words still carried a hint of fear towards Ian.

The words fell.

He immediately released the evil spirit that was dormant inside the other person.

"Hiss!! What's going on! My hands! My body is on fire!! Ahhhhh!" Johnny Blaze first saw flames suddenly bursting out of his body.

Subsequently.

In a agonizing scream, his flesh was burning, his blood was evaporating, and all his external flesh was turning to ashes, while flames from hell burst forth between his bones.

Bloom.

A flower named Ghost Rider has bloomed.

"Huhuhu~"

The ultimate spirit of vengeance has awakened, and the strongest, most powerful Ghost Rider stands once again in the universe, shaking his head and awaiting Mephisto's command.

"My knight, complete the task I have entrusted to you. I love you so much, and I hope you will love me just as much." Mephisto used his seductive words to brainwash the Spirit of Vengeance this time.

"Roar!!!"

Ghost Rider can understand human speech, but he cannot speak human language, so he simply spread his arms and let out a long howl as a response to Mephisto.

I saw.

The skeleton walked towards the wardrobe, and the wardrobe door creaked open, revealing a worn black leather jacket hanging inside, with the cuffs and collar already showing signs of fading.

But you can still see how much its former owner cherished it. It was Johnny Blazer's father's jacket, which was passed down to Johnny Blazer after he took over his father's work.

Ghost Rider ran his hand over the leather's texture, paused for a second, then ripped it off and draped it over his shoulders. The leather jacket instantly began to change, bursting into hellfire.

"call……"

Ghost Rider seemed quite pleased with his appearance. He admired himself in the mirror, exhaled a hot breath, and walked towards the motorcycle that was not yet fully modified.

Even though the engines had been disassembled for maintenance, it didn't stop Ghost Rider from riding the Harley. After his fingers brushed across the motorcycle, it forgot it needed an engine to run.

Hellfire erupted from his palms, coiling around the motorcycle like living things. The metal twisted and deformed in the intense heat, fang-like spikes sprouted from the exhaust pipe, and the tires melted and reformed into a wheel of burning bones. As the flames reached the front of the motorcycle, the entire vehicle emitted a roar that didn't sound like a machine.

The headlights transformed into two leaping fireballs, and the front forks twisted and extended into devil horn-like shapes.