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Ms. Ellie was so taken aback by this powerful reason that she almost fainted. She tried her best to maintain her professional demeanor and patiently explained, "Ms. Montgomery, I respect your desire to protect your privacy, but... there's really no need to use online nicknames in formal school exams. Teachers need to verify identities."

“If you keep doing this, everyone will be very troubled.” Ms. Ellie was glad that she hadn’t been assigned to manage this class. Her gaze kept sweeping over several notorious troublemakers.

Upon hearing this, Madison seemed to realize it only then, paused for a moment, and then reluctantly rubbed his hair.

"hateful."

The dejected young woman wasn't the type to hold a grudge, so after a moment of annoyance, she chose to sit back down in her chair.

However, I'm still a little frustrated.

She sulked for a while, then leaned closer to Ian and whispered, "Hey, Ian, did I do something wrong? I shouldn't have worried that some teachers would collect my autographs and sell them for a high price later?"

Ok.

Sure enough, behind the protection of privacy lies a reason that is even more difficult to assess. Ian nodded thoughtfully, giving a very practical and poignant answer.

"Yes, it's stupid."

Just as Madison was about to sigh, Ian added, "Uh-oh, it's stupid to use your Twitter nickname on the exam paper because a lot of people know your Twitter nickname."

"It does not serve to protect privacy."

Ian gave his opinion in a very serious manner.

"!!!"

Madison was taken aback at first, then took out his phone, opened his Twitter account, and fell into deep thought as he looked at his more than three million followers.

“That’s true, that makes sense, Ian, you’re so smart.” Madison highly praised Ian’s “wisdom,” and Ian, without any modesty, raised his chin.

The boy said in an aria-like tone, "Oh, my dear little punk, you're just stating a universal axiom—Ian Kent equals smart."

“Your knowledge is indeed extensive, so please elaborate, my ears are ready.” Ian listened intently, but Madison clearly didn’t detect the narcissism in his voice.

Her eyes lit up as she remembered something else: "Speaking of wisdom! Ian, I happen to have a big project that requires wisdom! My dad bought an old villa in Japan a few days ago, and it's said that there's a treasure from the Edo period hidden inside! If you can use your clever brain to help me find it, we'll split the profits fifty-fifty!"

Ian blinked, a hint of oddness in his voice: "Sounds good. But does your father know that his villa and treasure are about to be split 50/50 between us?"

Madison said matter-of-factly, "He bought a villa, not a treasure. Treasure is unclaimed property; whoever finds it owns it. That's called the spirit of adventure!"

Upon hearing this, Ian's face lit up with a look of great satisfaction, and he even patted Madison on the shoulder.

“Very good, very good! It seems that you have indeed become much smarter after breathing in my wisdom for so long.” He also strongly agreed with Madison’s logic.

Encouraged, Madison became even more excited: "So you agree? When are we going to Japan?"

Ian immediately leaned back tactically, cleverly changing the subject.

“Uh…we can discuss this grand expedition plan later. For now, let’s delve deeper into the question of that…the exceptionally skilled 'old stonemason'.”

As he spoke, he deliberately wiggled his hips to experience the incredible comfort of the stone chair beneath him. Sitting in this chair for an entire class period was simply a pleasure. It looked like cold, hard stone, but sitting on it felt as soft as a sofa, and it even had a built-in temperature-controlled seat with heating and intelligent ventilation!

This technological development is even more skewed than the Bat Cave! It's ridiculously advanced!

"The old stonemason? What happened to him? He's really skilled, otherwise I wouldn't have asked him to make you a chair." Madison blinked blankly.

"Where did you find the old stonemason?"

Ian asked, still doubting that the old stonemason was God.

“He’s our neighbor. He lives on the street next to mine. He stays up late every night, making a lot of noise, it’s so noisy.”

Madison complained.

Ian: "...Neighbor?"

Madison nodded: "Yeah. I saved his wife from the bad guys a few days ago, so he said he could make anything I wanted."

"You saved his wife?!"

Ian's voice suddenly rose, his heart skipped a beat—could it be that the Goddess of Creation hadn't bothered him these past few days not because she had a change of heart, but because God had taken her back and locked her up in solitary confinement?!

"correct."

Madison affirmed.

Ian quickly pressed, "What does his wife look like? Is she exceptionally...beautiful? Curvy? Radiant?"

Madison tilted her head and recalled for a moment, then pursed her lips: "No, she was just an ordinary middle-aged woman, of average build, wearing an apron, and carrying a few boxes of sirloin steaks. She looked like she was getting ready to go home and cook."

This answer left Ian somewhat bewildered.

"Then...do you know the name of the old lady you saved?"

Ian frowned, sensing something was amiss.

Madison thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know the name, I didn't ask. These days I can't even remember my relatives, who would remember what my neighbors' names are?"

What she said makes a lot of sense.

This left Ian speechless.

Just as Ian was experiencing some brain overload.

Madison suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" again, adding, "But I passed by his yard yesterday and saw a business card in a cardboard box he threw in the trash can."

“What does it say on the business card? Is it… ‘Jehovah’? Or ‘Yahweh’? Or perhaps ‘I AM WHO I AM’?” Ian was really grasping at straws.

“No, if I met God, I would definitely know. I’m not stupid, I’m a super witch.” Madison looked at Ian helplessly.

She paused.

He pronounced the name clearly and accurately.

"The old stonemason's name is Rick Sanchez. Yes, I can't be wrong. His business card also has a title like 'Interstellar Universal Craftsman, Dimensional Repairman' printed on it."

Chapter 196 The Technological God and the Mysterious God

Rick Sanchez.

The punk girl's words reached Ian's ears.

He was truly struck as if by a thunderbolt from the heavens.

Ian knew that an extraterrestrial invasion would bring many things that didn't exist in the DC universe, but he never imagined that he would one day hear that name in his own DC universe.

"No, is this correct?"

Ian Kent froze instantly. All his assumptions about God, Heaven, Seraphim, the Throne of Ordinance... collapsed in that instant.

Instead, something far more chaotic, dangerous, and uncontrollable has emerged. Madison's neighbor is named Rick Sanchez?!

He certainly knew who that name represented.

That's Rick from Rick and Morty, a mad scientist who wears a dirty white lab coat and whose pockets are always stuffed with some unknown liquid.

It is also one of the most dangerous and intelligent beings in the universe.

How dangerous is it?

This scientist was an incurable alcoholic who almost always carried his signature transparent flask containing his own concoction of "the strongest alcohol in the universe."

It is said to be a recipe obtained from a destroyed civilization.

As for how this civilization was destroyed, most people don't dare to ask too much. Anyway, it's the kind of thing where those who know, know. If you ask ten thousand people, they will all believe from the bottom of their hearts that Rick destroyed it.

This can be seen.

Just how dangerous is Rick?

He was an extreme mix of genius and scoundrel, with an unbelievably high IQ, capable of easily solving problems that most scientists couldn't solve in their entire lives.

Rick's abilities are virtually all-encompassing. He is one of the most advanced scientists in the multiverse, proficient in physics, chemistry, biology, engineering, and countless other disciplines.

It can be said that he can define reality at will, and the only enemy who can defeat him is himself. He is a kind of technological version of God.

Having ability is not scary.

Human beings possess both ability and the seven emotions and six desires.

That would be truly terrifying.

Rick's ability to cause chaos that could destroy an entire universe over something as trivial as playing a prank on his grandson is something that leaves Ian scratching his head in disbelief.

Ian remembered that Rick had invented a love potion, which caused an entire universe to be filled with people of the opposite sex. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask a question that he absolutely had to ask.

Is this universe still habitable?

Ian finally recovered from the huge shock of hearing the name "Rick Sanchez".

He swallowed hard, clinging to the last glimmer of hope, and looked at Madison; "Hey girl, could you... describe the old stonemason's physical characteristics in detail?"

"Like hair? Eyes?"

Ian still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping it might just be a case of the same name. He even buryed his head in the sand once again, trying to elicit some characteristics that weren't so "Ricky."

however.

"You know my language skills aren't very good. I can manage to describe someone as handsome or ugly, but as for an ordinary old man... I can't explain it."

Madison scratched her messy hair. Just as Ian breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking that the description of "just an ordinary old man" might still hold some sway.

Suddenly, Madison slapped his forehead.

“But I have a better way to describe it!” she said, pulling out a brand-new mobile phone studded with rhinestones from her latest Chanel handbag.

The young delinquent girl swished her manicured nails a few times on it.

"Look! This is a photo we took a few days ago when I was helping him move stones!" The phone's 50-megapixel camera took great pictures, and she shoved it right in front of Ian's face.

Ian blinked.

He then raised his hand and pushed the young delinquent's hand outward twice.

Only then was he able to see the whole picture.

The background of the photo is a cluttered yard filled with all sorts of oddly shaped stones and scrap metal. Madison is grinning and making a peace sign on the left. Next to her is a tall, thin old man with frizzy, lightning-struck hair, unfocused eyes as if he hadn't slept, and a clear, glistening trail of drool at the corner of his mouth!

The other person was wearing a dirty white coat stained with various colors, and was even holding a half-empty wine bottle in his other hand. He had a smile on his face as if he was using some kind of medical device, a chest expander, to pry open his mouth.

This image, this demeanor, this signature drool... all I can say is that at this moment, the last shred of hope in Ian's heart completely collapsed and was shattered by reality.

Rick Sanchez! He really is that technological creator who can destroy the universe, reboot reality, and make a complete mess of everything—a utterly chaotic and neutral entity.

Ian's face was starting to turn rainbow-colored.