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

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Thor also noticed something was wrong. He turned around and his expression changed drastically—Odin, whom he had forgotten on the ground, had opened his eyes at some point.

Odin, or rather, Loki, who was possessing Odin's body, slowly sat up, a cold light flashing in his single eye. He scanned his surroundings, his gaze finally settling on Ian, who was closest to him.

The next second, his figure suddenly disappeared!

"Whoosh—!"

Ian continued to prop his chin up with one hand, adopting a thinker's posture to encourage his brain to work, while, without him noticing, a sharp dagger was already pressed against his throat.

"do not move."

Odin's deep voice echoed in Ian's ear.

"Don't move!"

Loki, now possessing Odin's body, pressed a dagger against Ian's neck, a cunning glint in his single eye. "Otherwise, I'll rip this poor wretch's head off!"

This statement came out.

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

In the entire ruined city, the air was so quiet you could hear the crunch of Morgan eating potato chips. Captain America coughed tactically, silently turning his face away to avoid getting Odin's blood splattered on him.

He's from Earth, so who knows if Odin's blood is corrosive? Gwen started looking down at her toes, but unfortunately, she couldn't see them; after all, having too much wealth can be a problem.

Thor gritted his teeth, but his face showed more annoyance than worry—everyone was looking at the hijacking with a strange attitude.

“Wow.” Ian snapped out of his daze and blinked. “This atmosphere is chilling.”

Finding no reaction as expected, Loki's smirk froze on his face. He looked around and, realizing no one cared about Ian's life or death, flew into a rage.

"Looks like you're less popular than I thought, Earthling." Loki, now in Odin's body, mocked Ian, who was also quite surprised.

No one made a move.

Nobody was nervous.

Not even... did anyone frown.

Everyone just stared at Loki with strange expressions, as if they were looking at a child in kindergarten who was snatching a toy and threatening to cry. Loki realized this and felt disrespected.

"You think I won't do it? I really will!" He sneered, pressing the tip of his knife down slightly, trying to enhance his ruthless image with a fierce and menacing look.

“Uh, about this…” Ian tilted his head and suddenly asked, “You really don’t recognize me?”

"You mere humans of Earth, a lowly species like ants, do you even deserve to be remembered by me?" Loki raised his chin contemptuously, a cold light flashing in the single eye that originally belonged to Odin.

He lacked only wisdom. No sooner had he spoken than he noticed that everyone's gaze towards him had changed—it was a strange look, a mixture of pity and amusement.

"Why didn't you kidnap someone else? Why, why did you kidnap him?" Thor even covered his face in pain, his shoulders trembling suspiciously.

“I’m serious!” Loki’s beard trembled with rage. “Believe me or not, I’ll slit his throat right now!”

“Please do as you wish.” Thor gestured for him to proceed, his tone tinged with eagerness. “Do you need me to help you hold him down, Frost Giant King?”

His words were like igniting a powder keg.

"You—!" Loki thrust his dagger forcefully, attempting to slash a white mark on Ian's neck, but nothing happened, and Ian didn't even notice it.

Loki was busy viciously threatening Thor.

"So you think I wouldn't dare?" Just as Loki spoke, Captain America thoughtfully walked to the unconscious Loki's body, squatted down, and patted his pale face.

"Perhaps we can use this to negotiate?"

He did have some tactical awareness; Loki's expression instantly froze.

"Ha, laughable." He raised his head, forcing himself to remain calm. "You think I care about this weak body? With Odin's body, I can do anything!"

As he spoke, Loki suddenly exerted force on his wrist, slashing the dagger toward Ian's carotid artery—he was about to deliver a fatal blow to Ian's neck to prove he wasn't just joking.

this moment.

Thor was terrified.

"do not want!"

Thor suddenly roared.

"Hahaha, I knew you were just pretending to be calm. You've always been very..." Loki was about to say that it was too late to beg for mercy, but he realized that Thor didn't seem to be talking to him. Before he could react, Ian had already bitten down on his wrist along with the knife.

"Crunch!"

The sickening chewing sound interrupted Loki's threat.

"What the hell!"

Loki stared blankly down at Ian, who was holding his wrist in his mouth. The dagger had already been chewed up and swallowed by the other man, and Odin's golden blood was slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth.

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When it comes to nourishing the body...

Compared to divine blood, all other tonics seem inferior.

All I can say is that Odin's body is tough. Ian used all his strength to bite off the wrist. Since he doesn't eat people, he still spat the wrist onto the ground.

Ian frowned, and with a "pui" sound, spat Odin's wrist onto the ground, the golden divine blood starkly contrasting against the scorched earth.

"Oh no! My father's right hand!" Thor cried out as he rushed forward, knelt on the ground, and trembled as he held up the severed hand, looking as if he were experiencing a nightmare.

“Calm down, Thor, Thor, I have some super glue.” Ian waved his hand. “Odin can still use you if you reattach him. You Asgardians have great regenerative abilities.”

His words of comfort did not have a good effect.

On the other side, Loki, now possessing Odin's body, staggered backward, his single eye filled with disbelief. He looked down at his bare wrist, from which golden blood gushed. The blood dripped onto the ground, causing it to sink deeper and deeper, as if each drop was a weight the earth could not bear.

"This is impossible..."

Loki's voice trembled, "How could you possibly harm Odin's body? His body is harder than Uru metal, more stable than a neutron star—"

In matters concerning the evil god, he had clearly stumbled upon areas where his knowledge was lacking.

“Hmm… the blood of a god, it tastes quite unique.” Ian stared at his bleeding wrist, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He licked the remaining golden blood from the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile that sent chills down Loki’s spine—of course, in Ian’s own eyes, his smile was that of a sunny and handsome young man.

Loki just doesn't like that kind of thing.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Loki staggered back three steps, his face turning deathly pale.

"What are you doing?" Ian tilted his head, then suddenly pulled a plastic bag with "Angel King's Smile" printed on it from his pocket. "I'm just bandaging you up, of course."

Before Loki could react...

Ian had already appeared in front of him in an instant, and with lightning speed, he put the plastic bag over his severed wrist, even tying a bow for him.

“Alright,” Ian nodded in satisfaction, “that way you won’t lose too much blood.”

Loki: "..."

Thor: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Just as Loki was about to instinctively say thank you...

"Oh, by the way, did you know the consequences of threatening the evil god?"

At this moment, Ian suddenly spoke up, as if settling scores. He grabbed Loki by the collar, swung him up, and slammed him to the ground like a broken sack!

"Bang--!!!"

The earth cracked, and the shockwave overturned ruins within a radius of tens of kilometers. Morgan and Gwen could only hurriedly jump onto the tank, dragging the injured Captain America to safety in the distance.

Thor protected Loki's body, mainly to protect his soul, as he watched Ian seem to want to use the Spear of Eternity to kill his father's body.

This truly filial son immediately took the Eternal Spear and ran off into the distance.

"No!! Damn it! How could you... You're just a human and..." Before Loki could recover from the dizziness, Ian grabbed his leg and swung him around, smashing him to the other side.

"boom!!"

"This time, it's on behalf of the New York citizens you've fooled!"

"Bang!!"

"This time, it's for Thor, whose kidney you stabbed!"

"BOOM—!!"

"This time, it's purely because I don't like you!"

Ian unilaterally and brutally defeated Loki, who couldn't even use Odin's power.

"I never did those things!"

Loki was dazed and confused, and every now and then Ian would punch him right in the face. Odin's majestic face was now bruised and swollen, and his magnificent armor was shattered into a beggar's outfit.

"Oh, that's not important."

Ian's response made Loki want to vomit blood.

He struggled to get up, but Ian stepped on his chest.

"That's it?"

Ian looked down at him.

He chuckled.

"Possessed Odin? That's all there is to it."

Loki spat out a mouthful of golden blood, gritting his teeth: "You...you monster..."

“Thanks for the compliment.” Ian grinned, then suddenly bent down and grabbed his ankle. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”