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

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The exquisite reliefs above still show their faded and mottled appearance, just like all the angels, and the sign with the words "No Tickets Allowed" written by Ian himself still hangs on the door frame.

It was as if it had become one with the Gates of Heaven. Michael tried to tear it off, but his strength, which was now only slightly greater than that of an ordinary person, seemed so weak.

Feeling their own weakness.

And the glory has faded.

The angel who created the world sat dejectedly before the gates of Heaven.

"Not only do team leaders get to spin the wheel of gratitude to Ian three more times each month than other angels, but outstanding team leaders also get the wonderful perk of half an hour of paid leave every day."

Madison continued her presentation, leaping onto the Gates of Heaven, swinging her long legs, and holding a stack of colorful flyers, enthusiastically promoting the company's benefits to Michael.

Her words were incredibly moving.

An even louder gasp rang out.

Several young angels had already started counting on their fingers how many benefits there would be to being a group leader.

"Dear angel friends! Actually, if you work hard, you also have the opportunity to become group leaders." Madison turned around and continued to use psychological manipulation on the angels.

No one is better at manipulating women than a green tea b*tch.

Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying a sense of sincerity, "The Paradise Division of Ian's Greatest Technology Group is so open-minded! I am your HR Director, Madison, the Unsung Witch."

This was Ian's way of motivating Madison. He gave Madison a resounding hero title and told her that if she ever became a big star, she could change her name to "The Viral Witch."

Madison wholeheartedly agreed with this.

I also really like this kind of advanced path.

"Can we be group leaders too?"

"On the same level as the great Michael?"

"Hiss~ Is this really possible?"

The angels seemed to really enjoy the environment with its own path to advancement. They had been in a rigidly hierarchical place like Heaven for too long and couldn't even imagine dining at the same table as the archangels.

"On the same level as me?" Michael seemed to realize something, his golden pupils contracted sharply, and his handsome face was now so gloomy it could drip water.

"enough!"

Michael suddenly roared, his eyes shining brightly with golden light—this shouldn't be happening. According to the plan, the angels should only be thrown into the human world to get some gilding and go through the process.

however.

Now he is also trapped in the human world.

It has lost its glory and power.

Things were spiraling out of control in a direction that had never been imagined, which filled Michael with gloom. He tried to use his power to teach the rude mortal in front of him a lesson.

only.

Michael's golden eyes were very bright.

But the power of creation he had just used, the power to rewrite reality at will, had fallen silent. Even with tears welling up in his eyes, nothing had happened in reality. The church ruins remained quiet, with only a few crows startled into flight. Madison tilted her head to look at him, not even a strand of her hair fluttering.

"Huh? Did you get sand in your eye?"

The little witch asked the question sincerely.

She saw Michael weeping.

“How could this be? Why is this happening? It shouldn’t be like this.” Michael stared at his hands in disbelief. Not only the glory, but the Seraphim power that had flowed within him for billions of years had vanished without a trace. That empty feeling made him tremble all over—as if his spine had suddenly been ripped out.

The great and mighty angels of heaven.

Now, not only has its glory been lost, but even its own power has been sealed. Yes, sealed. The difference between an archangel and an ordinary angel is that an archangel possesses its own power.

But now, that power has vanished.

It's as if it never existed.

of course.

The reason is also very simple.

This power also originates from the gift of God.

Only God has the power to seal his power. Michael, realizing that he was not possessed by something evil, but rather targeted by the Father God, found it difficult to accept the truth.

"Father! What did I do wrong?"

He roared at the sky, his voice heart-wrenching, filled with resentment and despair. His dull wings drooped down, and his face, which was once as radiant as the rising sun, was now as gray as a faded oil painting.

He was once the most powerful archangel in Heaven, and he personally slew countless fallen ones.

Now, however, he cannot even subdue a mortal.

He is no longer a soldier.

He was just...abandoned existence.

"Tell me! Please! Tell me!"

Michael still received no response.

Only a few withered leaves swirled past his eyes.

Madison was completely unaffected by the tragic scene. Instead, he excitedly pulled out his notebook and asked, "Archangel, can you sing? Dance? You must know a little rap, right?"

This is to find out if Michael has any special talents.

"Ok?"

Michael slowly turned his head.

His eyes were so dangerous, it looked like he wanted to devour Madison whole.

"Mortal, do you know who you are talking to? I am the right hand of God, the strongest angel, who once cast Lucifer into the abyss—" His voice was deep and thunderous.

It carried an unyielding and authoritative air.

"Snapped!"

Madison suddenly clasped his hands together, interrupting Michael's self-introduction.

"Yes, yes, that's it. The feeling of being a 'ladies' man is coming through. We can create a 'domineering CEO' persona for you, who is down on his luck but still living in the past."

Madison's eyes were frighteningly bright.

She truly understands the appeal of live streaming; Ian never makes a mistake in choosing an assistant.

"Of course, you also have to learn other talents. Even a down-on-his-luck domineering CEO can't be unable to dance, sing, or play basketball." Madison had strict requirements for the angels.

Hear the words.

Michael's expression froze.

He slowly raised his hand, instinctively wanting to unleash divine punishment upon this blasphemer—this archangel did indeed still possess residual power, but this power was far too residual.

"Huh~"

The Vice-King of Heaven went all out.

However, only a small breeze blew from his palm, just enough to lift Madison's bangs. Madison didn't feel threatened at all; in fact, he was pleasantly surprised.

"Wow! Is this your talent? 'The Archangel's Breeze'? That's great, I'm sure some viewers will love watching this on the live stream!" Madison seemed to be on a completely different wavelength from Michael.

She was focused on developing the business Ian had entrusted to her, and she even jotted down a note in her little notebook about Michael's livestream room, which would save her the need for an air conditioner or electric fan.

When it gets hot, Michael surely knows to blow himself some air.

"How dare you humiliate me like this!" Upon hearing Madison's words, Michael's face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and he lunged at Madison in a sudden attack.

The three-meter-long street lamp that had been left aside stood up automatically, eager to try, as if it wanted to win the title of the most glorious beating of Michael. Unfortunately, Michael was stopped by a group of angels.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

"A few decades is just a short time for us, almost like a blink of an eye. Lord Ian said that this is called 'atonement and spiritual practice,' an opportunity that God sent him to provide for us!"

"The angel of salvation will surely save all angels."

"To be honest, that streetlight really hurts when it hits your head. Your Majesty, you don't need to make yourself suffer like that."

……

A group of angels tried to persuade Michael, including the dozen or so unlucky angels who had been hit on the head by Madison in Metropolis and forced to dance awkwardly under the influence of some mysterious force—Ian had clearly found a successor to his craft since he stopped using a hammer to hit people on the head.

"let me go!"

Michael was pressed to the ground, his wings spread out awkwardly on his back. As he listened to the angels' repeated "advice," he felt the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered since birth.

struggle?

He was certainly struggling.

But the other angels were just as strong.

Michael was surrounded by the angels and pinned to the ground; it's hard to say whether personal feelings played a part in this. His chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.

Michael looked at the group of former subordinates before him.

Now, everyone is starting to discuss "live streaming skills," "fan management," and "revenue sharing"... These are all things Madison taught before.

Michael felt completely unfamiliar with the situation.

Is this still an angel?

He suddenly realized something—he had lost control of everything.

The wind blew from the side, carrying whispers from afar.

"Gagagagagaga~"

A crow landed on an awning, tilting its head to watch the farce unfold. Its dark eyes reflected Michael's face, a mixture of shock, rage, and frantic roars—this once-majestic archangel was now being forced to press his handprints onto the "Ian's Greatest Technology Group Labor Contract" by a group of ordinary angels.

"How dare you treat me like this?!"

Michael's roar shook the rubble, sending stones tumbling down from the ruins. His golden eyes, once burning with divine flames, were now filled with rage and humiliation.

In this regard.

The angels certainly had a legitimate response.

"This is all so that you can return to heaven with us!"