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SUP Chapter 102: The Omnipotent Sentinel, That Snap! (Part Two)
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 06:48:24 +0000 UTCIan didn't know what obtaining correction data meant, he only knew his physical attributes seemed to have learned some super passive, directly gaining a significant numerical boost.
After slowly recovering from shock.
Only then did Ian discover the reason.
Mainly because the confused him heard system prompts.
[Host successfully recorded new data, [Iron Body] has been corrected to [Perfect Divine Body], please check.] This was the information the system displayed in Ian's ears.
Also the reason why Ian's attribute values greatly increased.
[Iron Body: Your body surface will gain significant strengthening, notably improving strength and constitution attributes.] The original [Savage Tyrant] exclusive skill changed at this moment.
[Perfect Divine Body: This skill will automatically gain growth improvement affected by level. Mortal flesh, how can it bear divine glory? This perfect body is your ultimate weapon to crush all beings!
Your physical quality achieves qualitative leap, able to effectively resist any form of physical attacks, and will also have significant resistance to magic, toxins, and mental attacks.
When you fully activate "Perfect Divine Body," your body will undergo complete transformation, entering a completely new appearance, reaching peak state with all values doubled.]
It had to be said, [Perfect Divine Body] evolved from [Iron Body] definitely improved by more than just a little. However, looking at this incredibly powerful skill effect, Ian didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
"My hard-accumulated negative effects!"
The hamster party's nightmare struck again. Ian watched his [Slow Poisoning] [Neural Damage]... these leveling buffs' icons slowly disappear, leaving only negative effects like [Evil Energy Corruption] and [Slow Corrosion] that came from higher-level sources and were therefore difficult to remove.
"How am I supposed to level now?"
Ian was naturally happy to gain powerful skills, but losing so many leveling methods was definitely a significant loss for him.
Just as Ian was lamenting that in the future, if he wanted to level quickly, he might only be able to inflict greater intensity on his body, his eyes suddenly felt itchy, directly interrupting his lament.
The system hadn't even issued a prompt yet.
Ian already roughly realized what was happening.
[Name: Ian Kent]
[Ordinary Professions: Student lv8 (56/1280) [Writer LV2 (1/20)]]
[Extraordinary Professions: Berserker LV4 (75/80) Savage Tyrant lv3 (9/40)]
[World Recognition: Independent NPC]
[Talent Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity]
[Professional Skills: Healing Frenzy, Perfect Divine Body, Eternal Day Pupil.]
...
No changes in profession information.
However.
The [Savage Tyrant] skills changed again. [Solar Eyes] became [Eternal Day Pupil], obviously related to the correction data the system mentioned.
[Host successfully recorded new data, [Solar Eyes] has been corrected to [Eternal Day Pupil], please check.] The system's prompt was a tiny bit late but arrived eventually.
"Hiss, there are ants crawling inside." Ian covered his eyes. He didn't want to learn from the Uchiha clan to make the world feel pain, but his eyes were indeed undergoing extremely intense changes.
[Eternal Day Pupil: Mental attributes will jointly affect this skill's effects with Constitution attributes. When your eyes become suns, all things will submit to this eternal burning light and heat!
Your eyes have fused with the law power of "Solar Core," pupils transformed into two miniature stars, freely controlling cosmic-level forces like light, heat, and plasma.]
No detailed description, but just this brief description shocked Ian. His eyes seemed to be transformed into two small stellar reactors?
This wasn't about whether he could take civil service exams anymore!
Am I a radiation source now?
"And my beautiful blue eyes are gone too! Damn! Is it too late for me to reset and redistribute skill points now!" Ian somewhat hurriedly turned to look at the glass nearby.
His itchy eyes reflected eye-catching luster on the glass.
He panicked.
Ian was truly panicked.
"Quick, turn into a super high-definition mirror!" Ian directly pulled out his magical book from his pants. Its name had now become [Ian's Beloved Magic Book He Can't Bear to Eat]. Perhaps sensing Ian's urgency, the magic book's cover text twisted again.
[Ian's Magic Mirror User Manual]
It still had the stubbornness of being a book, but among those cover combination elements, a small round mirror had indeed twisted out. The high-definition mirror surface let Ian see the capillaries on his face clearly. At this moment, Ian's eyes seemed filled with golden radiance, his pupils completely transformed into molten gold color.
Starlight-like fragments seemed scattered within.
"Eh~ still pretty handsome?" Ian, who had been unsteady before, immediately calmed down. Nuclear reactor or not didn't matter, as long as it didn't affect his prosperous beauty, then there was no problem.
This was his last capital.
His good deskmate Madison had taught him this broad path before.
"Even so, the system should apologize to me. It never asked if I was willing to upgrade skills." Ian seriously criticized his system accessory in his heart.
But this didn't affect him simultaneously looking forward to opening the [Savage Tyrant] skill tree. The profession name hadn't changed, just this profession's skill tree had been completely overturned.
First, two dividing lines appeared on the skill tree, dividing skills into three tiers. Each tier's background was different. The first tier had red-eyed black shadows laughing maniacally.
It was called [Savage Tyrant].
The second tier had expressionless black shadows slaughtering.
It was called [Merciless Conqueror]
Required level 45 to advance, and after advancement, the description said it would gain massive attribute increases. As for the third tier accessible only at level 90, it had a black shadow with its back to all beings.
It stood at the very top of the entire skill tree named [Void God].
It belonged to this profession's peak advancement, the description said it would gain incredible authority.
"How incredible can it be?" Ian blinked.
"Am I really playing a game in the real world?"
He couldn't help but sigh.
His gaze looked toward the first tier, skills belonging to [Savage Tyrant]. Even with the same name, all the original skills had been completely replaced.
[Fear Realm: Actively release mental pressure, making enemies within range fall into panic. Effects are reduced on targets with extremely strong will. Enemies who completely lose fighting spirit will lose their lives.]
[Combat Instinct: Battle-hardened killing techniques, can instantly analyze enemy weaknesses and adopt the most effective killing methods. Your body might react faster than your brain.]
[Absolute Levitation: You will gain a biological force field layer for flight. Above the sky, you are the tyrant ruling everything. Looking down on all beings is your birthright privilege.]
...
Bad news.
[Super Flight] skill was gone.
Good news.
[Absolute Levitation] seemed to come with a tiny bit of biological force field.
"Only for flight, this is definitely a biological force field shipped from Pinduoduo..." Ian thought he should be happy, but his current hard-to-calm emotions were slightly complex.
Just as Ian stared at the two hero corpses and began performing nine rounds of thanks as promised.
"Buddy, you've been standing here alone for twenty minutes. I saw in the surveillance that you occasionally laugh, and that final smile even reminded me of Stephen Hawking."
Gwen's voice rang from the doorway, her tone puzzled.
"You don't understand. Things went against expectations, but in a good direction, so I should respond with a bitter smile." Ian sighed, stuffing his magic book back above his crotch.
"Bitter smile..."
Gwen still found Ian's explanations hard to understand. Besides seeing that expression on Hawking's face, she had never heard of such a thing as bitter smiling in her life.
"Hmm, alongside that are also wicked smiles and faint smiles." Ian stepped forward, pulling out a bag of still-warm soy milk from his long coat pocket and handed it over.
Still a natural food.
The packaging made enticing "rustle" sounds.
How could Gwen resist?
"Gulp gulp gulp~"
Gwen accepted the feeding, but she was also puzzled by Ian's courting behavior, "Do you have something to ask of me? Otherwise why do you keep giving me food?"
The warm soy milk slid down her throat.
Gwen felt a strange taste, hmm, not the evil kind of strange, but like multiple beans mixed together strange, with a hint of senna leaf flavor.
Though this body's taste buds weren't as good as before, they were still somewhat different from ordinary people. In that instant, Gwen had the impulse to stop eating but the fragrance of natural food made her hesitant.
"I just want to satisfy my curiosity."
Ian spoke honestly.
As he spoke, he pulled out some sweet potatoes.
This time, Gwen didn't dare accept.
She already sensed something unusual.
"What curiosity?"
Gwen kept a mouthful of soy milk in her mouth, not daring to swallow.
"You wear leather pants that only Black Widow would wear every day. I want to see if you bulge when you fart." Ian remained honest, not even letting his gaze linger on Gwen's butt for more than three seconds, very gentlemanly.
"Pfft~"
Gwen directly spat out the soy milk.
Ian dodged in time.
"Looks like it does bulge. Bad review, you're using artificial leather. I checked, good genuine leather doesn't bulge." He promptly observed the scientific phenomenon he wanted to observe.
"No! Can't you care about really important matters?" Gwen's expression was spectacular, throwing away the soy milk in her hand, looking around as if searching for something.
"What are you looking for?"
Ian was still curious.
"Needle and thread."
Gwen really hoped to find tools so she could sew Ian's mouth shut.
"Rumble~"
The base suddenly began violent shaking.
Ian could maintain his balance but unlucky Gwen sat down hard on the ground. Due to her current bulging state, the inferior leather pants finally gave way with a long releasing sound.
They tore, right at the butt-sitting position.
"..."
Gwen couldn't believe what was happening to her, not daring to get up while sitting on the ground, only staring ahead, her gaze completely locked on Ian.
"This has nothing to do with me anymore, I'll buy you genuine leather pants tomorrow, okay? Master Ian has money." Ian warily stepped back half a step, protecting his belt.
He seemed afraid Gwen would try to snatch his pants.
At this time, the shaking continued.
Dust from the peeling ceiling fell with rustling sounds, like sudden gray drizzle.
"Is it time?"
Gwen had no thought of seeking compensation. She looked up at the ceiling, the dome slowly opening, that crack directly above her head.
This made her even more afraid to stand up.
Self-destruction for a new body was already too late.
"What time?"
Ian's inquiry received no response.
"Tony said you would snap that finger for us."
Gwen's gaze tightly fixed on Ian, her voice carrying a tremor, seemingly feeling extremely confused about what was coming, her eyes holding emotions Ian had never seen before.
"I told him I might not be able to transmit my will to the Infinity Stones." Ian remembered his situation, he could interact with this world, but this world could hardly interact with him.
"No, you can."
The suddenly appearing voice came from Digital Tony.
"Teacher Tony, where are you?"
Ian turned to look.
The alloy walls peeled away like eggshells.
Answering him was the suddenly pouring daylight.
When the blinding sunlight poured in, Ian found the entire base had appeared on the ground. Those researchers, soldiers, and engineers who had been working on Galactus's body were all surrounding the outside.
Galactus's corpse stood in the distance behind them. These people densely filled the streets, so numerous that they seemed endless at a glance.
Sunlight filtered through dilapidated buildings onto the ground, forming mottled shadows. Everyone looked at him with gazes Ian had never felt before, the same expression as in Gwen's eyes earlier.
Hope?
Expectation?
Ian couldn't tell clearly.
"You don't need to transmit your will. The goal to be achieved, I've already recorded it in this gauntlet... So, you just need to snap it."
Digital Tony stood at the very front of everyone.
Floating in mid-air, he had even put on silver armor for himself.
Though only a data shell but this was perhaps his way of showing solemnity.
A metal disc rose from the ruins, supporting the Infinity Gauntlet embedded with various colored stones. All stones were embedded, each flowing with mysterious radiance.
"Then let's try?"
Ian walked to the front of the Infinity Gauntlet.
He had after all touched the corpses Tony provided. A person should keep their word.
"But don't have too much hope in me."
Ian's voice was calmer than expected, reaching out to grip the gauntlet suspended on the disc. The moment metal met palm, he felt an incredibly unfamiliar surge of power.
He could actually interact with it!
The Infinity Stones' power made Ian feel warm all over!
"Now I'm Thanos."
Ian marveled in amazement.
"No, you are our savior." Digital Tony's voice rarely filled with warmth. Sunlight pierced through clouds, currently laying a golden path right at Ian's feet.
"Omnipotent power is in your hands. Only you can create heaven and earth for us. Moreover, you can achieve your heart's desire through this. You will become a source of emerging power." Digital Tony seemed to be frantically providing emotional value. He had even calculated Ian's purpose for entering the Marvel universe this time.
"I can become a magic source through this?"
Ian was somewhat moved.
"Greater than that." Digital Tony responded softly.
"Your words sound like temptation." He looked around, taking in everyone, Betty and Gwen, and that researcher Dr. Helen Zhao who wouldn't give him snacks.
These people's gazes, Ian was very familiar with them, because he had seen them before. When some bad things happened and Superman arrived in time, the victims looked at Superman with exactly these gazes and expressions.
When Superman descended from the sky, his cape billowing in the smoke and dust, those trapped, injured, and desperate people looked up at that red and blue figure.
Their eyes burned with that same almost devout hope.
Like parched earth thirsting for rain, like searching for starlight in the night. That trembling, burning, hope-filled gaze, Ian had never thought he would step into this blazing focus of attention.
"I've never really trusted others' flattery, but today I will be your hero." Ian's fingers unconsciously caressed the metal surface of the Infinity Gauntlet.
The stones' faint light flowed between his fingers.
"I choose to trust my own judgment. You are not shadows coveting other worlds, but a respectable group yearning for redemption and fighting for it until the world's final moment."
"When such a resilient group asks me for help, I'm willing to give it one chance. Perhaps this is my old man's influence on me, I can't let him be too disappointed."
Ian was rarely serious, his tone very calm.
As he spoke, he raised the hand wearing the Infinity Gauntlet.
"Please."
Digital Tony also bowed slightly at this moment.
Tens of thousands of people stood among the ruins, holding their breath.
"This time, I am a merit saint."
Feeling everyone's gazes upon him, including Gwen who still didn't dare to stand up, Ian felt emotions welling up inside, complex emotions he had never experienced before.
"All eyes on me."
"Not bad either."
He rubbed his hand lightly.
"Remember to build me a golden toilet... forget it, you probably won't remember anyway. Mature little boys know to steal gold from the Stark house to make toilets themselves."
Ian reverted to his original personality.
With those words, he decisively pressed his thumb down.
Thus, the sound of shattering glass immediately rang out, that crisp sound particularly obvious in this dead silence.
"Trust me, you are the last hero. The Creator will be with you at this moment." Digital Tony's sincere prayer echoed in Ian's ears at this world's end.
He saw everything disappearing. The crowds on the street turned into scattered points of light, their expressions not even having time to change, still frozen in that moment of hope and trust.
All things withered like sand in the wind, breaking into firefly-like light points in the backlight. The world was like a pencil drawing directly erased with an eraser, buildings, Galactus, even sunlight crumbled into powder and drifted away.
Then, the world returned to silence.
Death-like quiet enveloped the blank void and darkness, lasting roughly three heartbeats. Until the first car horn pierced the silence, colors suddenly exploded wildly from all directions.
Neon tubes "buzzed" to life with rose-red light, corner coffee machines steamed milky white vapor, yellow and blue taxis splashed rainbow-like water as they braked sharply. Pedestrians appeared from thin air like magic cards, housewives with shopping baskets brushed past skateboarding teenagers, the sound of overturned popcorn buckets mixed with street musicians' guitar strings.
Electronic sounds from shop windows, children's laughter while chasing, sounds flooded the empty streets like a tide. The frozen world seemed to truly gain reconstruction and rebirth with a single snap.
"Creator, are you there? Give a sign if you are."
Ian stood in the middle of the crosswalk, a ginkgo leaf falling on his shoulder.
"Beep beep beep~"
A horn sounded.
"Damn, Great Fortune Celestial."
Ian, who had been looking up at the sky with somewhat melancholy feelings.
In an instant, he snapped completely awake.
