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

Transmigration is a wonderful thing. But transmigrating into a world like American comics… well, it’s hard to say whether you’ll even make it to adulthood. Maybe becoming Superman Clark’s adopted son counts as having a powerful backing. “But why do I feel like that actually makes things more dangerous?” Ian looked at the personal panel of his cheat ability. The glaring [NPC] under his identity filled him with a deep sense of crisis. Wasn’t this basically the perfect template for being sacrificed to inspire a family member’s hidden potential? Ian felt like he could die at any moment. Luckily, he could continuously awaken different classes to strengthen himself. It’s just that… The requirements for changing or advancing classes were all extremely bizarre. “Father, listen—I have very complicated reasons for eating Doomsday… How should I explain? It’s about as complicated as when I kidnapped Supergirl last time.” “Hey! Don’t hit me—stop hitting me! My grandmother’s name is Martha! I can even ask Mom to change her name to Martha… Ow—! What do you mean ‘no need for words, just look directly into my red eyes’?!” Ah, the blessings of youth—good sleep. One glare from the old man, and he toppled over and fell asleep instantly.