Chapter 120: The Real Darkened Superman! Who Is Doomsday?
The mountain wind swept past the treetops.
Bringing the coolness of early autumn, it stirred up a few yellow leaves.
The forest at dawn should have been silent.
However, the frantic roars coming from afar, and the fel energy storm that obscured the sky, cast a translucent green hue across the sky, making everything seem as if it were rendered with a terrifying filter.
After bringing his family to this safe mountaintop, Superman had already returned at high speed. Lois and Ian were both left in the mountains, though their current states appeared slightly different.
Ian was the son who was directly thrown onto the ground.
While Lois was the wife gently placed on a tree stump.
“I strongly protest this differential treatment.” Ian lay on the ground in a star shape, his face in intimate contact with the damp moss, his nose catching the unique scent of mud mixed with humus.
“Why am I always grabbed by the scruff of my neck, while Mom is held gently in arms?” Ian spat out a blade of grass from his mouth and turned his head to look at the tree stump ten feet away.
His mother, Lois Lane, was sitting quietly on that section of oak stump.
In her arms was the orange cat that always loved to steal his sandwiches.
“Perhaps because we’re married?” Lois scratched the orange cat’s chin, blinking her eyes. Mom’s hairstyle hadn’t even been disturbed; she looked so dignified.
“I can also… okay, I can’t.” Ian stopped his subconscious retort and instead activated the standard answer, “This is blatant discrimination!”
“What year is it! Why does America still have discrimination! When will children have the same treatment as adults?” Ian escalated the severity of the issue to the level of needing a child’s anti-discrimination law. Lois was long accustomed to his style of grandstanding.
After all, Clark and she were both reporters.
Ian wasn’t the only one in the family who grandstanded.
“If you prefer Jordan’s treatment, I can have your father grab you by the ankle next time and carry you like that.” Lois offered her suggestion as a mother.
“Like picking up a chick?”
Ian’s eyebrows shot up.
They almost jumped into his hairline.
“To be precise, like a chick being prepared to be plucked in the kitchen.” Lois demonstrated her descriptive skills as an excellent reporter, and her words made Ian swallow involuntarily.
“Then never mind, I suddenly think being a little cat is quite good. Indeed, Dad’s favorite son is me!” Ian didn’t know what Jordan had done to make the old father so angry.
As expected.
Second Brother is still Second Brother.
Always more prone to causing trouble than Third Brother. Ian, to show he was the best child, even sidled up to Lois and gently massaged her shoulders.
“You should have time now to tell me what’s going on, right?” Lois looked at the anomaly in the distance. Her mood wasn’t exactly good.
The eerie roars from the sewage plant could still be heard from this side. The continuous events had all happened very quickly, and Lois, who had been working overtime, was still a bit bewildered.
“What about that Clark who was about to mutate? And the two legs tucked under your armpits…” She hadn’t understood what had happened since she left the newspaper agency.
“Uncle Barry is still alive. These aren’t Uncle Barry’s legs; they are a gift from the Speed Force – the Speed Force secretly likes me.” Ian roughly recounted how he found the wild Flash and brought him home.
There were some embellishments.
Not many.
Only about thirty to fifty thousand words.
“You’re saying you and Jordan, working together as brothers, stopped a big villain named 【Reverse-Flash】 from killing the Flash? And this 【Reverse-Flash】 is also a big villain from another universe?”
Lois probably understood what had happened at home while she was working overtime. She had long since developed ears that could automatically filter out Ian’s embellishments.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Ian chose to share the credit with Jordan.
Great.
No further words needed.
He was always such a gentle person.
“That Clark is also from a parallel universe, right? Different from the two clones you caught earlier? That Clark is the prototype for the clones?”
Lois gradually pieced together the whole story.
“Yes, it’s all Lex Luthor’s conspiracy, but it’s from another parallel universe’s Lex Luthor… He might be in league with that fake-breasted vampire woman we met.”
Ian didn’t yet have a truly clear understanding of the full picture.
Even with the help of the Asgardians’ and the Sorcerer Supreme’s super brains, the amount of information he could control was still very limited. The clues he could piece together only allowed him to perceive that a conspiracy was brewing.
“Luthor again, Luthor, Luthor… I’m not surprised at all.” Lois sighed. After so many years married to Clark, she was long accustomed to this presence that was more pervasive than a third party.
“That’s what arch-nemeses are like. Luthor is Dad’s arch-nemesis.” After being enlightened by the benefactor Lucifer, Ian had a deeper understanding of destiny in the DC world.
“I know.”
Lois didn’t seem surprised by this statement; she was just very worried. “This situation looks different from before. I can sense that there’s a very serious problem.”
I must say.
A woman’s intuition is indeed very accurate.
“The problem is indeed quite serious. If my super eyes and super brain haven’t misjudged, that fake old dad is probably turning into Doomsday.”
Ian looked up towards the distance.
In the pitch-black night sky, two scarlet green energy beams tore through the clouds. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire sky began to twist and burn, taking on a bizarre fel energy hue.
It was like a nightmare descending upon the human world.
“What? Doomsday!?” Lois suddenly stood up, her voice filled with belated shock and a slight tremor. Even the orange cat in her arms fell to the ground.
She certainly knew that name.
It was a past that, even after years, still evoked a chilling memory. There was a time when the Justice League was nearly destroyed more than once, and the most unforgettable event for Lois was the Doomsday invasion.
“That’s not right, Doomsday, I remember it being very large, over ten meters tall, like the yourself you imagine.” Lois was a mother who liked to peek at her little boy’s diary.
Fortunately, though.
Ian’s purpose in writing diaries was for them to be stolen; people who dislike their diaries being read don’t write them. This time, Mom had fallen into Ian’s trap.
Ian continued to win.
He believed that if his mother kept peeking, one day she would definitely not be able to distinguish between him and Ultraman Tiga. Perhaps later archaeologists would also be the same after finding his diary.
Facing his mother’s now out-of-context remarks.
Ian pretended not to have noticed anything.
“It’s actually like adults and children. Doomsday also has Big Doomsday, Small Doomsday, and Super Big Doomsday.” Ian used his peculiar analogy to educate Lois.
Doomsday was a nightmare etched into the genes of Kryptonians.
It would awaken under certain circumstances.
Some speculated that this was an inevitable consequence of developing biotechnology, while others believed that behind the Kryptonians’ immense power, a portion of their genetic code belonged to the ancient Doomsday.
Since Krypton had already been destroyed.
No one could say for sure what the real answer was.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that Doomsday was indeed very powerful.
Although the individual who becomes Doomsday could be defeated and killed in battle, it could still constantly revive and evolve, continuously overcoming its weaknesses to become a more perfect being.
“No wonder the entire Justice League almost failed before…” Lois was also learning about Doomsday in such detail for the first time, and she became more and more frightened as she listened.
“But that fake Clark doesn’t look that huge, does he? He shouldn’t be that strong?” Lois asked with a flicker of hope, this was what she was praying for in her heart.
After all, the last time she saw Doomsday.
Lois had almost completely lost Clark.
And so had Earth.
Whoever came would likely not want to see the past repeat itself.
“It’s hard to say. Doomsday does have differences in strength, but this Doomsday is different. It has fel energy.” Ian could feel the fel energy in the air.
Even from this far away.
Heaven only knew how much fel energy had been stuffed into that zombie Superman’s body.
“Fel energy?”
Lois didn’t know what that was.
But that didn’t stop her heart from leaping into her throat again.
Her expression grew increasingly worried.
“Don’t worry, if there’s fel energy, then I must be here, after all, this is my story.” Ian believed in the judgment of high-dimensional big shots. He remembered Miss Death saying that he also had his own exclusive story.
Of course.
Whether it was a story or not wasn’t really important. What Ian cared about most was the energy aura emanating from Doomsday. His 【Entropy Lord】 exclusive organ had already given him the scent of an upgrade.
Under such circumstances.
How could this incident be without him?
“I will not let Doomsday hit my dad. If Doomsday wants to hit someone, it will hit me first – I am the indispensable Paladin in the Justice League.”
“I am willing to bear all the damage for all the members!” Ian declared his greed with great righteousness. He even suddenly realized that although he didn’t have the Paladin profession, it didn’t seem to affect his ability to create a profession like 【Sacrifice】, which many Paladins had, within his own magic system.
He could even have a sudden thought.
【Reverse Sacrifice】
Ian couldn’t even imagine how wonderful his life would be and how fast he would level up if his followers learned this magic and transferred all the damage they received daily to him!
“Having an intelligence attribute in the double digits is great!” Ian knew this attribute only represented thinking and reaction speed, and he was praising this very characteristic that allowed him to better use his super brain.
It’s already a super brain.
It must be the strongest already.
No upgrade needed.
It’s just a matter of whether it can be used better.
“Your father told you to stay here, and besides, didn’t you say you were the Flash earlier?” Lois’s tone was helpless. She searched around but couldn’t find her special drink.
She didn’t need to see Ian wiggle his butt to know what he wanted to do.
“Flash is pure endgame-level sewer. I’ve evolved now, I’m the wild Paladin Ian.”
Ian took off his tattered battle suit. The artificial Speed Force arcs on it had actually been turned off earlier when Lois had fled with him on her back.
He certainly remembered such things.
After all, he liked mothers who were mentally mature.
He didn’t like mothers who were cooked.
“You going won’t help. I don’t want to lose my husband and son on the same day.” Lois tried to stop Ian, she had even prepared for the worst.
However.
“If Dad dies, it will be because he was angered by those words. He’s not dead yet… and he won’t die in the end, because his most beloved son will soon become his solid shield.”
“To protect justice, to protect my family, even if it’s hell ahead, I will charge to the very front! This is my heroic path as a new era superhero!”
“It’s the same as Ninja Way! Paladin! Activate!”
Ian knew that emotional appeals were needed before a great battle.
He was doing that now.
The passionate kind.
As if he hadn’t heard Lois’s obstruction at all.
“I don’t see any Paladin, I only see a pure savage.” Lois held her forehead. She watched as Ian, after taking off his tattered battle robe, began weaving something with the surrounding vines and leaves.
If she wasn’t mistaken.
It was a savage grass skirt.
“In any case, my knight’s spirit will definitely move heaven, earth, and all the members of the Justice League.” Ian put on the grass skirt to cover his boxer shorts.
There was no choice.
The Flash’s battle suit was truly torn to the point of being comparable to an R-rated seductive uniform.
At least now.
He looked at most PG-13.
“Your father will hit you.” Lois didn’t know how to persuade Ian. She only knew that ever since Ian had gotten involved with the goddess who governed death, he seemed to fear death no more.
As an ordinary person.
Lois found it difficult to imagine what kind of situation that was.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Ian’s eyes were exceptionally firm.
“What is family? Family is standing by his side firmly even if Dad pulls out his Gucci belt. He will eventually realize that I am his most excellent son.”
He was still being emotional.
He started to buff himself.
He even brought up family.
He wanted to ensure he would attract enough firepower from Doomsday later. Of course, this was also to put pressure on Jonathan and Jordan, who were not present, as sons.
Another win-win.
“…”
Lois’s expression was helpless.
She picked up the cat from the ground again, knowing that as an ordinary person, she couldn’t provide any help to Clark. Perhaps Ian could indeed create a miracle.
With mixed emotions.
Mom chose to believe her younger son.
She pretended that she had already had quite a bit to drink.
She was clearly evolving into a conceptual-level “Reasonable Hero.”
“Meow~”
The orange cat tilted its head.
It seemed like it didn’t understand the mental state of this family.
However.
As a cat.
Did it really need to care about so much? Thinking so, the orange cat curled up in Lois’s arms and began to doze off. Its body was clearly also continuously evolving.
“What are you trying to do now?”
Lois watched as Ian, while she was trying to stop him, feigned ignorance and played up the bonds of family. She no longer wanted to continue with meaningless persuasion.
However.
However, Ian’s subsequent actions truly didn’t let her understand—she saw the boy take the Speed Force legs from under his armpit and then begin to tie each leg to his arms.
Left leg tied to right arm.
Right leg tied to left arm.
Ian began to spin like a top, driven by the flailing Speed Force legs—his mastery over the use of external biological equipment had reached a new height.
“I’m going to tell The Flash that the correct way to use the Speed Force isn’t to increase movement speed, but to increase attack speed.” Before he finished speaking, Ian’s body instantly turned into a swirling vortex of Speed Force.
He charged back the way he came with a gust of wind and fallen leaves. Wherever he passed, bushes were uprooted, squirrels screamed and darted to the treetops, and a flock of startled crows flew everywhere.
Utter chaos.
Nothing more than that.
“This can’t be seen by the Animal Protection Association.”
Lois murmured to herself.
She casually picked up some wild fruits that had fallen in front of her and took a bite.
She chewed.
It looked like she was trying to brew fruit wine in her mouth on the spot?
“Meow~”
The orange cat looked up.
It curiously rubbed against Lois’s chin.
“You want to eat too?”
Lois broke off a small piece and handed it over. The orange cat took a bite, and its expression instantly contorted, its eyes widened, its mouth formed an O-shape, and a sound like “wugugugu” came from its throat.
It had clearly tasted something truly sour.
“Not tasty.”
Lois’s expression changed then, and she disdainfully threw away the fruit in her hand. Another wild rabbit fell in front of her, but Lois, filled with worry, had no intention of eating roasted rabbit.
“After this fight, I’m hanging up my gloves and going home to eat.” Ian’s voice came from afar; he had given himself another buff that would surely get him beaten.
“But there’s no one at home to cook for you now. By the way, do we even have a home?” Lois, through Ian’s previous description, had a general understanding of what she would see when she returned.
She sighed helplessly.
“I hope everything goes smoothly.”
Lois sat on a tree stump, the orange cat curled at her feet, and the night breeze gently brushed her hair. She gazed in the direction Ian had left, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Unease?
Pride?
Perhaps more than anything, it was the helplessness of being a mortal.
“At a time like this, I can’t provide any help to my son and husband, I can only wait here for the outcome.” Lois couldn’t help but feel a bit down.
She was not a warrior, but she had never flinched.
She recorded the truth with her pen and conveyed her beliefs with her words; however, facing such a supernatural event, as an ordinary person, her pen could not offer any assistance.
The wind continued to blow.
Under the lush green night sky.
Lois, holding the cat in her arms, could only keep praying.
And at that moment.
“Sss sss~”
A rustling sound came from the woods.
It sounded like something was slowly approaching, stepping on fallen leaves and broken branches.
Lois immediately tensed up.
She subconsciously hugged the cat, which was still sticking out its tongue.
“There’s something there.”
Lois said softly.
Perhaps it could truly understand human speech, the orange cat raised its head from her clasped hands, its ears twitched alertly, and its golden pupils contracted into slits in the dim light.
Just then.
A low, hoarse panting sound erupted from the bushes not far away.
“It’s a wolf! What does the Animal Protection Association protect!” Lois raised her head alertly, her gaze sweeping towards the source of the sound, where she saw coyotes, which were extremely prevalent in the central region of America.
The wild coyote slowly emerged from the jungle.
It had clearly been disturbed by Ian and had left its habitat.
Due to being startled, the coyote appeared extremely angry and aggressive, its yellow eyes fixed on Lois, a low growl rumbling in its throat.
“This time I’ll buy you a hundred bottles of catnip.”
Lois replicated the operation she had performed earlier when facing the vampire warrior woman.
Before the coyote could pounce.
“Meow~”
The orange cat, which had been a stray for a while, couldn’t resist such a temptation. Its pupils suddenly lit up with a fiery red glow, and it targeted the seemingly poised coyote.
Fwoosh!
A slender yet deadly heat vision precisely pierced the coyote’s skull. The beast didn’t even have time to let out a wail before it fell heavily to the ground, dead.
The smell of scorching filled the air.
Lois blinked and looked down at the cat in her arms.
“Wow.”
She sighed softly.
“Maybe we can form a duo, called ‘The Cat and the Reporter’?”
Lois was making light of the situation.
“Meow~”
The orange cat proudly rubbed against her wrist, as if seeking praise.
“Don’t worry, I’ll remember your good deed… I don’t have anything to reward you with now, and I don’t know how long we’ll be stuck in this godforsaken place. I hope Ian and Clark have resolved the trouble and can come back to find me together.” Lois breathed out a soft sigh, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
She looked around, confirmed there were no other threats, and sat back down on the tree stump.
However, in the next moment, the orange cat that Lois had just placed back in her arms suddenly bristled, its fur standing on end, its ears pinned back, and a low warning sound emanated from its throat.
The night wind howled.
The leaves in the forest began to sway violently.
As if foretelling some crisis.
“More wild beasts?”
Lois was also a bit bewildered.
She looked up.
Following the cat’s gaze, she saw—under the green night sky, a dark figure hovered silently high above. He was backlit by the moon, looking down upon the earth from a commanding height.
To be precise.
He was looking down at Lois, who was sitting on the tree stump.
The figure’s silhouette was slender.
His cape fluttered slightly in the night sky.
It was a figure Lois was very familiar with. However, what was unfamiliar was the way the figure looked at her, filled with scrutiny and utter strangeness.
“This is…”
Lois shone a flashlight.
Then.
She saw a reflective 【S】 icon on the chest of the figure in mid-air.
“Oh, it’s over.”
Lois didn’t hold up the cat this time.
She wasn’t stupid.
Rather, she was very smart.
The dark figure was slowly descending.
Sure enough.
It was—Superman.
Superman, with a stern face and indifferent eyes.
…
The night was green.
Dark clouds churned.
It was as if the entire sky was trembling for the disaster about to happen. Above a derelict sewage treatment plant in the outskirts of Metropolis, two figures hovered beneath the deep green clouds.
Clark was on high alert.
His cape fluttered slightly in the humid night wind.
His gaze was locked onto the monster below, which was mutating wildly in the sewage pool.
Zombie Superman.
At this point, it was impossible to recognize Superman’s appearance. Its skin had turned an unnatural purplish-blue, and its muscle fibers were constantly expanding and twisting like writhing snakes.
The roars from its throat sounded like the lament of some ancient creature. As it roared at the sky, this guy’s sonic waves could shatter buildings and plants in a wide radius around it.
“It really is Doomsday,” Superman said grimly, his brow furrowed.
Wonder Woman stood beside him, her golden Lasso of Truth gleaming on her wrist, her expression equally grave: “I’ve already notified the others to come and deal with the crisis.”
To this.
Superman nodded.
“Where’s Bruce?”
He turned his head and asked.
“Can’t reach him,” Wonder Woman frowned slightly. She paused, then added, “I can’t reach Arthur either, who said he was coming to Metropolis.”
In such a situation.
Wonder Woman couldn’t help but worry about the safety of her comrades. Perhaps, besides her parallel universe self, the parallel universe Aquaman was trying to kill other isotopes?
“Arthur is fine. Although he seemed to have been attacked, he appears to be out of danger now.” Clark saw Wonder Woman’s worry. He was a bit reluctant to speak, but finally sighed and said, “He’s in my fish tank, blowing bubbles with his ‘wife’.”
As soon as he said this.
Wonder Woman fell silent, her mouth twitching slightly. As a demigod with consistently good learning abilities, she could already discern who was behind this incident.
All one could say was.
It’s hard to comment.
It’s best not to comment.
“We need Kryptonite.” Superman didn’t want to dwell on this topic and cut straight to the chase. He had experience, knowing that what could deal with him could deal with Doomsday.
Doomsday gets stronger the more you fight it.
Ordinary means can’t kill it.
This was also why he and Wonder Woman had hesitated to attack for so long.
The psychological trauma was truly deep.
“Bruce has some,” Diana said with certainty. Although she had never been to the Batcave, it didn’t stop her from knowing that Batman had countermeasures for every hero.
“I’ll go find him.”
Just as Superman was about to head to Gotham, a flash of green light appeared in the sky, and a figure clad in a green energy battle suit tore through the air—it was Green Lantern Hal Jordan.
“I’m here! Sorry, I ran into a bit of trouble on the way, some alien smugglers thought they could cause trouble in my territory.” The Green Lantern wore his iconic green uniform.
The Green Lantern Corps insignia glittered on his chest.
Behind him, giant green bat wings materialized from Green Lantern energy.
It wasn’t clear who he was teasing among those not present.
“Long time no see, you must have missed me.” Green Lantern Hal Jordan was the first Earth member to join the Green Lantern Corps and one of the founders of the Justice League.
At times, he is also often hailed as “the greatest Green Lantern of all time,” possessing willpower that can contend with the entire universe. The power he wields comes from the Seven Lantern Corps that Ian yearns for.
Each corps possessed energy representing their respective attributes.
And also had their own avatars.
Containing different emotional spectrums.
And the emotional spectrums are ten hidden cosmic forces.
For example, the Green Lantern that Green Lantern Hal Jordan wields, the Green Lantern, holds the green light representing willpower in the emotional spectrum. The green light of willpower is in the center of the emotional spectrum, the most balanced and not extreme emotion among many emotions, with the least side effects on the user. It has no inherent emotional tendency and does not guide the user’s behavior.
As for the Red Lantern that Ian wants, it is sustained by anger. As long as anger reaches a certain level, the ring will be summoned, and the user will be in a state of extreme rage forever.
Despite the side effects, Ian didn’t care. He always considered the Red Lantern to be his exclusive Berserker accessory that he hadn’t obtained yet but would eventually belong to him.
“Hal, you’re here at the right time. We need Kryptonite.” Wonder Woman’s expression brightened immediately upon seeing the Green Lantern, and she made a request to him.
“No problem!”
The Green Lantern immediately used his Green Lantern energy.
He conjured a Gatling Gun with Kryptonite ammunition out of thin air.
Through the Green Lantern’s willpower.
Their thoughts can be converted into energy or materialized weapons. These structures are made of bright green energy, symbolizing pure willpower. Any special item or thing that can be imagined can be realized with enough willpower, and the constructs can range from the microscopic to the macroscopic, naturally including Kryptonite and Kryptonite radiation.
“Wait a minute, I have a feeling this Doomsday… is strange.” Clark quickly flew further away, as Kryptonite radiation alone could weaken him.
“Actually, I feel the same way. This monster looks a bit off.”
The Green Lantern was not one to act rashly. When interacting with teammates or friends, Hal displayed a humorous side, but this did not mean he was not cautious enough.
In fact.
No matter how cautious someone was, at their age, they would become considerably more cautious.
“Stop! Don’t shoot! Your kryptonite will only empower this monster!” Suddenly, a warning cry rang out, and another figure flew from the distant horizon.
He was very cyberpunk in style, his mechanical body glinting with a cold metallic sheen under the moonlight; it was Cyborg, a member of the Justice League.
“What do you mean?”
The three people in the sky were stunned upon hearing this.
“I’m not entirely sure of the specifics, but his biological information shows he has a genetic sequence that is the polar opposite of a Kryptonian’s. What is a curse to Clark has an eighty-nine-point-five-six percent chance of becoming a blessing to him,” Cyborg, Victor Stone, stopped beside them.
Cyborg.
A veteran hero of the Justice League.
He was originally a talented American football star. After being critically injured and on the verge of death by an Apokoliptian Mother Box, he fused with Mother Box molecules at the moment of the explosion. To save his life, his father, Silas Stone, brought him to the “Red Room” laboratory, where the U.S. government collected various alien technologies, for emergency treatment.
Just like the origin stories of most superheroes who are wealthy—during the rescue, influenced by the Mother Box molecules, Victor absorbed all the high technology in the Red Room.
He eventually became a half-man, half-machine cyborg. Although Cyborg seemed like a nobody when facing Superman, he was actually one of Earth’s top-tier superheroes in terms of strength.
After all, he truly possessed “New Genesis” technology.
“A parallel universe the opposite of ours… an anti-universe?” Superman, who knew a bit more, frowned and looked at the monster in the sewage plant below.
“So, to deal with this guy, we need the kind of kryptonite that enhances Kryptonian abilities, right?” Wonder Woman’s mind raced, and she quickly made a judgment.
“What kryptonite is that? You didn’t even tell me the color… Diana, it’s been too long; you must have almost forgotten that we grunts in the Green Lantern Corps are not gods.”
“Even I, the strongest Green Lantern, have my limits,” Green Lantern Hal Jordan shrugged, his tone exceptionally helpless, as he truly didn’t know what to manifest.
“Don’t panic.”
Wonder Woman remained calm.
“No matter what kryptonite it is, or if it’s something else, I’m sure Bruce has it.” Her wisdom, truly befitting a demigod, made her words perfectly reasonable.
It wasn’t just Wonder Woman.
Clark, Cyborg, and Green Lantern all nodded silently upon hearing this.
What is reputation?
This is reputation!
After the core members of the Justice League held a meeting for a long time to discuss how to deal with Doomsday, they had a unified idea—they still had to find Batman.
“But Batman’s phone isn’t going through?”
Cyborg sighed.
He felt like this team might fall apart without Batman.
“You’re eavesdropping on my calls?”
Wonder Woman looked at Cyborg with a hint of displeasure.
“First, your calls don’t need eavesdropping; I can hear them whenever I want. Second… you might want to go online and check just how technologically advanced this half of my ear is?”
Who says technology-derived hearing can’t be called super hearing?
Cyborg quickly defended his reputation.
He was actually quite taciturn and serious most of the time.
He’d only act silly occasionally.
Only occasionally.
“If you’re going to find Bruce, I think you should hurry. The energy readings are still rising. This guy’s mutation will reach that terrifying conclusion in a few more minutes at most,” Cyborg wasn’t changing the subject; he had indeed detected information, and his voice carried the unique calm of a cyborg.
“I’ll go now.”
Superman nodded.
Just as he flicked his cape, preparing to set off again.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh~”
It was the howling of the wind.
A strange “swooshing” sound suddenly came from afar; something was approaching the sewage plant. Along the way, trees were falling madly, as if lumberjacks had come and seen their god of logging.
Everyone turned their heads.
A rapidly spinning red top was charging from the direction of the forest at astonishing speed.
The ground was gouged out by a deep furrow wherever it passed.
The forest was being violently ravaged.
“This is the real Doomsday… the Doomsday of the forest,” Wonder Woman couldn’t help but sigh. She looked at Superman beside her, and indeed, Clark, like her, had already realized the key reason for this problem.
Only the two newcomers knew nothing.
“What in the hell is that?!”
Green Lantern’s eyes widened, his tone filled with astonishment.
Cyborg’s mechanical eyes quickly focused to analyze.
“That looks like a person… hiss, a person spinning at high speed? And the Speed Force? Good heavens, at this spinning speed, isn’t he afraid of his head flying off?”
Cyborg’s voice was filled with incredulous amazement.
Hearing this.
Superman slapped himself in the face.
The metallic face made a loud sound.
It sounded very open.
Regarding this.
The two veteran Justice League members, whose attention was entirely on the anomalous object, didn’t notice anything amiss.
Their eyeballs were almost popping out.
“Oh my god, that human top is turning towards that monster… he hit it! This reminds me of a cartoon, but I can’t recall the name of the cartoon!”
“Anyway, the top in it was just that powerful!” Green Lantern seemed a bit flustered, not at all like the knowledgeable veteran of cosmic affairs.
Just then.
A loud noise.
The spinning figure directly collided with the monster.
Smashing it away by sheer force.
Causing an entire office building to collapse.
Although it seemed comical.
The attack was indeed explosively powerful. The mutated Doomsday also let out a painful roar, and countless wounds appeared on its body, but these wounds were healing rapidly.
“Look! That top is crashing into the monster again… and it grabbed two clones from the ground. What is this? I hear someone shouting ‘fake dad storm’!”
“I didn’t mishear! That person is indeed shouting that… he collided with the monster, and the monster was sent flying again. Oh, no, the enraged monster grabbed the mad top!”
Just then.
In the sewage pool.
Doomsday’s giant claws firmly gripped the still madly spinning red figure.
Superman was startled at first.
Then.
He felt utterly resigned.
The Justice League’s commentator was still narrating information he didn’t want to hear.
“Good heavens, the mad top is really a person, and a little boy at that. A little boy who hasn’t passed the dangerous period in front of the priest. How can his body withstand the monster’s grip?”
“That’s right… if a normal person spun like that, their head would have flown off long ago…” Green Lantern was like a commentator for a football match, both he and Cyborg stared dumbfoundedly below.
Completely failing to notice Superman’s face sinking lower and lower.
Almost into his cape.
“What is that little boy doing? Why is he inhaling so fiercely at the monster? Is he trying to kiss the monster? Attempting to pacify it with the power of love?”
Green Lantern couldn’t help but look at Superman.
After all, this was happening in Metropolis.
The locals would definitely know more than him.
“My analysis suggests this person might be from Gotham… a ninety-nine percent probability,” Cyborg analyzed data while also looking at Superman.
“Bruce’s child?”
He was quite cybernetically intelligent.
“I don’t know, don’t ask me.”
Superman replied in a low whisper, “There’s a new superhero active in Metropolis lately, very mysterious, yes, very mysterious, extremely mysterious.”
He knew he was lying.
This made Clark feel ashamed. But compared to admitting it was his child, he felt he preferred shame, at least it was more comfortable than being socially dead on the spot.
“Don’t look at me. If he doesn’t know, I don’t know either.” Wonder Woman, finding both of her companions looking at her, quickly spread her hands, her expression struggling to contain some emotion.
Cyborg’s cybernetic processor was nearing overload.
“According to my calculations, that boy should have been crushed… his physical quality is truly strong. Of course, the most impressive thing is his mouth, which is inhaling so fiercely.”
“He’s almost sucking all the cold air around him dry!”
Cyborg’s voice was filled with incredible shock. He wasn’t lying; he had genuinely detected that the other party had inhaled at least several football fields worth of cold air.
Laughing uncontrollably from drinking the northwest wind?
Damn it!
Cyborg suspected his brain had a virus.
“Shouldn’t we go save him?”
Cyborg looked at the indifferent Clark, noticing he was trying to hide his face in a strange posture.
“Clark, do you know this person?”
He found Superman’s reaction very strange, not like the usual embodiment of justice.
“I don’t know. There are many superheroes in Metropolis, yes, many, a whole lot.” Clark wasn’t lying this time; he knew well that the number of superheroes in Metropolis depended on how many battle suits Ian had acquired.
The old father was initially nervous too, but after Ian started inhaling frantically, the old father was now only worried about himself. He could observe that Ian’s body was repeatedly being crushed and then restored.
And.
His physical quality was getting incredibly stronger every so often.
For a moment.
The old father genuinely couldn’t tell who was the Doomsday that could evolve so rapidly. He knew that all of this must be related to the strange actions Ian was performing.
“Regardless, we have to save him. This little boy is brave enough and clearly wants to step forward in times of crisis,” Green Lantern didn’t have Superman’s powerful eyes.
He only felt a brave soul that needed saving.
Thus.
This standout of the Green Lantern Corps immediately manifested a giant warhammer and dived down, intending to save the boy who maintained absolute bravery amidst the monster’s onslaught.
This willpower.
He’s a promising candidate for the Green Lantern Corps!
“Bang~”
The Green Lantern, holding onto the hope of saving, flew down rapidly.
Then.
There was no “then.”
With a loud bang, the next second, Green Lantern flew backward, with many marks on his forehead from being hit. These were clearly not Doomsday’s forehead.
“Why did that boy punch me! Doesn’t he know I’m helping him?!” Hal tumbled in the air, stabilized himself, and awkwardly floated back to his original position.
He was truly bewildered now.
“I don’t know.”
Clark’s response was as usual. He let the high-altitude wind blow his cape, obscuring his old face, making him look exceptionally disheveled in the wind.
“Wait! That boy is not right! His body’s energy density is increasing!” Cyborg’s scanner whirred frantically, capturing some information he hadn’t understood before.
“Is this a warrior from the barbarian tribe? He’s wearing a grass skirt, and he has two big black legs tied to his hands… still holding onto two clones of Clark and not letting go?” Cyborg stared blankly below, finding that any database he had previously established was unable to perform a specific behavioral logic analysis for this.
“That guy used Clark’s clones to smash me!” Green Lantern was still indignant, touching his chest and feeling fortunate that the opponent hadn’t smashed his face.
“Clark definitely doesn’t know this, but I do!” Diana, who had been holding back, suddenly raised her hand. “It’s an exoskeleton armor and a Kryptonian warhammer—oh, and now it’s upgraded to dual-wield mode.”
“I’ve seen similar records in the ancient texts of Themyscira,” she said with such conviction. Compared to Superman, a beautiful woman truly felt no guilt when lying.
To be honest.
Diana knew this was a very serious moment.
But.
She really couldn’t help herself.
“So that’s how it is, this boy is indeed a barbarian?”
Cyborg was clearly very naive.
With an answer.
He would genuinely record it in his system.
“Are you indirectly calling the people of Themyscira barbarians too?”
Diana frowned.
“Aren’t you?”
Cyborg was a straightforward man.
Hearing this.
Wonder Woman also pouted.
“Alright, we are indeed barbarians.”
She thought about it and, in the end, reasoned it out. Without dwelling on the issue, Wonder Woman looked down again.
Just then.
The sewage plant looked like it had already turned into ruins.
The ground cracked and collapsed under Doomsday’s footsteps. The boy hung in mid-air, his chest tightly clasped by Doomsday’s thick arm, his bones emitting brittle cracking sounds under the immense pressure.
His body began to shatter, and a dazzling white light emanated from beneath his skin.
It was as if a star about to explode was hidden within.
“Let go!”
This was not a boy yelling.
It was Doomsday growling—or rather, it was something within Doomsday’s body that was reviving but not yet able to revive, roaring at the boy through Doomsday’s throat.
How to put it.
Doomsday had indeed grabbed the boy.
But after all, the boy had the power of relativity. He tightly clasped Doomsday’s neck with both arms, and several mimicry spider legs extended from his body, entangling around Doomsday like an octopus.
Doomsday grabbed the boy.
The boy also hugged Doomsday tightly.
As for who between the two would have a bright future, it would depend on who was more unreasonable—Doomsday tried to crush the boy, but the boy’s body was emitting divine light.
Pure and wild energy surged beneath the broken flesh.
It burned Doomsday’s palm.
Making it impossible for Doomsday to exert much strength.
“Ahhhh!!!!” Doomsday was in pain, evolving, but at the same time, the boy was sucking fiercely, with large quantities of energy flowing into the boy’s mouth from Doomsday’s body.
Energy was torn from Doomsday’s body like the wails of countless souls, and every invisible ray left afterimages in the air, carrying the roar and unwillingness of a deity into the depths of the boy’s throat.
This scene.
Could of course be clearly seen by Wonder Woman, who was a demigod.
Apokolips Technology could not detect subtle changes in a short time.
Her eyes could.
“Clark, where did this little guy come from? He’s immortal, and he has the King of Gods Power within him,” Wonder Woman said with incredible disbelief.
That is to say, she was no longer the stubborn girl she used to be, otherwise she would have insisted on suspecting that Zeus had transformed into a woman and had some kind of story with Clark or other Kryptonians.
“I don’t know.”
Superman looked up at the sky.
As if there was something extremely attractive to him there.
“This you can know.”
Wonder Woman said earnestly.
“It’s time to go see Bruce.”
Clark seemed to have learned the middle school student’s tactic of pretending not to hear, and with a flick of his red cape, he shot into the sky, moving so fast it was as if he were escaping some terrible social disaster.
High in the sky.
Only Wonder Woman was left, lost in thought.
And two men who still looked completely bewildered.
…
Gotham City.
Underground at Wayne Manor.
Bruce had already returned here.
However, he was not tinkering with the dream intrusion machine he had mentioned, but was sitting in front of his computer equipment, staring blankly at three test tubes labeled Jonathan, Jordan, and Ian.
He appeared to be lost in thought there.
Behind him.
A figure hidden in Invisible Sight had been staring at him.
It was precisely because this figure had appeared long ago.
All technology equipment had been shielded.
This was why Bruce had not discovered the situation in time and why he had not answered Wonder Woman’s telephone call—in his world, an angel had appeared, and time had stopped.
“You won’t get any answers from this biological information.”
Finally.
The angel couldn’t help but speak.
“I know.”
Bruce didn’t turn around.
He had long since sensed the anomaly he could not see. What was happening now was as Bruce had guessed: the angel Amanadiel had emerged from the invisible sight.
He was majestic.
He looked like he was about to intimidate someone.
His pure white battle boots made no sound on the metal floor of the Batcave, and his sacred wings were spread behind him, a divine halo causing even the shadows of the Batcave to recede.
In response to Bruce.
Angel Amanadiel laughed in anger, “So, you used them to lure an angel? Bruce Wayne, do you think an angel like me wouldn’t see through your trick?”
The angel’s voice echoed in the cave with a certain otherworldly majesty. No one knew if he had seen through it, but there was no sign of red temperature on his black face.
“I need to correct you.”
Bruce finally turned around. His mask was off, revealing his sharp blue eyes. The cold light of the Batcave cast hard shadows on his chiseled face.
“This is not a trick.”
Bruce looked directly into the angel’s golden eyes.
“This is an open stratagem.”
He was not wrong, and he had indeed won again. This was a true victory.
“Targeting an angel? You have quite the nerve.” Amanadiel leaned forward, his wings fully spread, and the divine pressure caused the instruments in the Batcave to flicker.
His face moved closer to Bruce, until their noses were almost touching.
“So, you just don’t understand how to give up?”
The angel’s voice was deep like thunder as he questioned in a deep tone. He was slightly taller than Bruce, making him look down at Bruce from above.
However.
Faced with such a powerful being.
Bruce didn’t even flutter an eyelash.
“Until I find the answer. Yes, I will not give up.” Bruce showed no fear of the deity; he still expressed his extremely firm attitude.
The Batcave fell into an eerie silence.
Golden light flickered in the angel’s eyes.
He menacingly issued a threat.
“You know I can go tell your mother anytime, right?”
The angel’s threat was potent.
“…”
Batman finally fell silent.
“It’s good that you’re scared. I told you not to offend angels carelessly, but you didn’t believe me?” Amanadiel straightened up triumphantly, his wings elegantly folding behind him.
Hearing this.
Bruce took a deep breath.
“Are you the angel who accompanies Ian Kent?”
His tone carried a strange probing quality. It was not surprising that Batman would have this thought, as he had already verified that the other party would appear whenever something related to Ian was involved.
Faced with such a question.
Angel Amanadiel was silent for a moment.
Then.
“I am not just his accompanying angel; I am also the one who sent him to the Kent family.” It was clear that the angel knew that if he didn’t give Batman an answer, Batman wouldn’t let it go.
This low-pitched statement exploded in Bruce’s ears like a thunderclap.
Batman’s brow furrowed deeply.
“He’s an angel too?”
This speculation made his eyes flicker slightly. If that were the case, then Ian’s “wish-granting” abilities would be explained—but could an angel have that kind of personality? Batman might have to re-evaluate his perception of Heaven.
Angel Amanadiel did not answer directly, but said in a low voice: “Listen, Bruce, this is the only thing you can know—fourteen years ago, the Lord commanded me to hand a baby to Superman, saying that He had made a transaction.”
Bruce’s pupils contracted sharply.
“That boy’s name is Ian Kent.”
Batman’s breathing imperceptibly hitched for a moment.
The angel ignored his reaction and continued: “If this is the Lord’s choice, then neither you nor I have the right to question it. Do not try to challenge my bottom line and patience again.”
His voice carried irresistible majesty, and his golden eyes looked directly at Bruce: “Perhaps you are important to the universe, but in the face of the mission bestowed upon me by the Lord, you are also a price that can be discarded.”
“Bury your curiosity within your heart.”
As the words fell, the angel’s form dissipated like an illusion, leaving behind only a few pure white feathers to drift down slowly, then transform into starlight, leaving no trace of his existence for Batman to capture.
The Batcave fell silent again.
Bruce stood in place, silent for a moment, then walked to the experimental bench and casually threw the three test tubes into the trash can—they didn’t contain blood samples at all.
It was rainwater collected from the eaves of the Kent family home. The angel indeed seemed to not understand Batman well; would Batman collect Superman’s family’s biological information and wait for Superman’s son to grow up?
That would be a joke, to say the least.
“Being near Ian can shield an angel’s omniscience.” Batman had gathered a new piece of information; perhaps he was the one who truly mastered the art of multiple victories.
“Incarnation of God… or a new Jesus?”
With questions.
Bruce prepared to make detailed records in his mind palace—however, just as he was about to begin, an alarm suddenly blared throughout the Batcave.
Red lights flashed.
Various warning systems were fully activated.
All surveillance screens lit up simultaneously.
Bruce, rushing to the instruments, finally received a delayed signal from Metropolis.
Today I’m repaying yesterday’s owed, plus a 2000-word monthly ticket bonus. I’ll repay the comment section bonus tomorrow, and including today’s accumulated, tomorrow there will be another 3200-word comment section bonus—if there are still monthly tickets, like yesterday, 500 votes equals 2000 words.
