Chapter 118: The True Crisis! Dawn Of Annihilation?
Wild running is not reckless running.
Wild running is even less blind sprinting.
It is running with direction, rhythm, and goals.
It requires both a profound insight into the current running situation and strategic calibration of the running path ahead, and it must also understand the dialectical relationship between “wild running” and “reckless running”.
Anyway, in Ian’s view, who no longer needs to take civil service exams, controlling his own running rhythm is not an easy task, mainly because the speed of the Speed Force external legs is simply too fast.
Ian’s reaction speed simply cannot keep up with the running speed of the Speed Force legs. So several times he had to rely on advance prediction and use Teleportation to forcibly turn and avoid obstacles.
Everything around him seemed to have already stopped.
Without a speedster’s eyeballs, Ian’s eyes were not very useful. The buildings on both sides were already blurred into color blocks in his eyes, and the oncoming car headlights formed a piercing river of light.
Just a slight daze.
A crowded intersection full of Drunkards and Drunk Sisters suddenly appeared before his eyes.
“Contempt Leap!”
Fortunately, Ian’s reaction ability was not weak, just not yet at the level of a speedster. He immediately used the Teleportation skill to leap ahead of the obstacles.
The Drunkards and Drunk Sisters avoided a disaster and did not become scattered pieces of flesh—Ian also avoided a disaster and did not become the train engine that kills the male and female leads in the 《The Boys》 world.
“This speed is a bit beyond estimates.”
Ian continued to charge forward under the drive of the Speed Force legs.
“Pffft~”
Behind him.
He left an afterimage in place when he activated Teleportation.
It fiercely farted at the group of Drunkards and Drunk Sisters crazily partying in the middle of the road.
This was one of the new uses Ian researched for the 【Tyrant Afterimage】, which can convert the energy left in place into an explosion… or perhaps not just the conventional kind of explosion.
Shit, piss, fart.
Any one can be chosen.
How could this not count as doing a good deed?
The Drunkards and Drunk Sisters who suffered the “biochemical attack” scattered in panic, vomiting wildly, with most of their drunkenness sobered up. Tonight, Metropolis would clearly have several fewer 【Ame warts】 infectees.
“Honk honk~”
A large truck behind with a dozing driver also avoided the fate of needing to work hard.
Of course.
Ian was unaware of all this.
Because the second sharp turn was already approaching in his eyes. This time it was a small alley piled with trash cans. Ian dodged by leaning his body at the last moment.
His back scraped past a rusty metal trash can.
The boxed meal thrown into the trash can was flipped over by the airflow, and the fried chicken nuggets inside traced parabolas in the air, landing perfectly into the mouth of a homeless man sleeping on the ground nearby.
The aroma of food made the homeless man instinctively praise.
“Oh, it’s my favorite fried chicken, way better than donuts.”
The homeless man murmured softly in his sleep.
“My America’s stuff is the best, this must be a boon from God.” The homeless man was woken by the food’s aroma and the gale. After discovering fried chicken in his mouth, he began chewing frantically.
Completely unaware that it was something splashed from the trash can. In fact, he didn’t even see Ian’s shadow. By the time the homeless man woke up, Ian had already run several blocks away.
There were several close calls along the way.
But Ian handled them all with ease.
“Thanks to the Asgardians’ shared brain… Thor’s brain is unexpectedly so useful.” Ian used his follower’s brain as a biological computer.
This allowed his body, despite being in a super-speed state where neural reflexes couldn’t respond timely and effectively, to still ensure to the maximum extent that he wouldn’t crash into anything.
Thor himself might not even realize his divine brain had such computational power. Ian hadn’t expected it either, and he also hadn’t anticipated how unruly the Speed Force legs would be.
Ian was adjusting the direction.
But they just wanted to drag him rampaging through the city—those two Time Wraiths’ calves were like wild horses imprisoned for years, dragging Ian to wildly unleash Speed Force in Metropolis’s night.
What they wanted to do couldn’t escape Ian’s eyes, because he had already seen the gradually forming Speed Force channel. These two legs clearly wanted to return to the Speed Force.
“Zzzzt—”
The Speed Force channel’s vortex was spinning unstably, but before Ian could see the scene inside clearly, the rift scattered as if “snapped” shut by an invisible hand.
It does not allow passage.
The unwilling legs continued charging with Ian, attempting to open the channel repeatedly, but each time it ended in failure. Gradually, even that rift vortex no longer appeared.
【Berserker Experience+2】
【Berserker Experience+1】
【Berserker Experience+1】
……
Ian’s legs were torn from the dragging, but for him, this was actually a kind of reward. He was gradually trying to use his body to twist and control the direction of the external “skeleton” calves’ running.
The external “skeleton” calves ultimately have no brain.
While Ian has more than one.
He also has his followers’ brains.
Precisely because of this.
The two Speed Force legs naturally couldn’t outplay the cheating Ian—gradually, Ian could fully control the running direction. On the city’s highways, he became like a red lightning bolt.
Under Metropolis’s night sky.
The red speedster stirred up a gale in the rain curtain.
Perhaps due to some inherent trait of the Time Wraiths, the red electric arcs leaped like living things on the asphalt road, and wherever they passed, transformers on utility poles exploded with blinding sparks one after another.
In the “bang bang bang” explosions.
The lights along the entire street went out one by one.
The nighttime shops by the road were almost all affected to varying degrees.
“Look! It’s The Flash!” A drunkard pointed at the lingering electric light trail in the air and shouted, “The Flash is in Metropolis! I didn’t see wrong! That’s definitely The Flash from TV!”
On the dark street.
Several flashlight beams swayed chaotically.
A man in suit and leather shoes pushed open the glass door.
His face was grim.
“Running to Metropolis in the middle of the night, The Flash definitely has no good intentions!” This urban elite seemed to see through everything. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and continued confidently.
“Metropolis and Central City are competing for the title of advanced city, so Central City sent The Flash to ruin Metropolis’s image, trying to trample us into a city that can’t even afford electricity.”
Urban elites are indeed elites, tempered by society’s darkest sides. His words suddenly sobered many people, as if they had glimpsed the unknown side of superheroes.
“I didn’t expect city struggles to be as straightforward as business wars… even more vicious! I can’t even drink coffee and work overtime now!” A female white-collar worker holding a document bag gasped.
She felt she already had an excuse to take leave tomorrow.
Blame it on The Flash.
Many people thought similarly to the female white-collar worker and agreed with the urban elite’s speculation—humanity is like that, more willing to believe conspiracy theories of superheroes colluding with bureaucrats.
At this moment.
At the convenience store entrance.
A stubble-faced reporter walked out biting a hot dog—he had received a special bonus from the editor-in-chief for his last report on 【Batman night raiding Metropolis widows】.
So he could eat four or five hot dogs at a time.
“It might not be a city struggle; such topics don’t easily gain traction in the news.” At this moment, the reporter narrowed his eyes, his professional instinct sniffing out bigger news.
“Have you thought about it? The Flash discharges electricity wherever he goes—where does his electricity come from?” This was indeed a tricky angle. The reporter’s soul-questioning stunned the crowd watching by the roadside.
For Speed Force.
Ordinary people certainly wouldn’t know.
They were more willing to believe what they learned or just heard about modern science.
“Could it be stolen electricity?”
A young man in a baseball cap widened his eyes in shock.
The reporter was stunned at first.
Then.
“Though I think with The Flash’s status, the government would definitely cover his electricity bill, your idea works too—your version will definitely get more heat.”
The reporter pulled out his notebook and started editing the news.
【Shocking! The Flash Mystery! Superhero or Electricity Thief?】
He was indeed good at naming.
Directly maximizing the topic’s heat.
“Just like Batman must have been bitten by a bat, The Flash must have been bitten by high voltage—he’s an Indian electrician!” Following his last discovery of Batman’s origin.
The reporter felt he had found The Flash’s origin story again.
Or even real identity.
And just as this reporter was surging with excitement, convinced his news would win another award and his late-night hot dogs could upgrade from five to ten.
“Zzzzt~”
The four-legged Flash had already run to the city’s edge. Ian had mostly tamed his external “skeleton” calves. His target was naturally Lex Luthor’s several factories outside the city.
Outside the city.
No street lamps.
But there were a few car headlights.
“My power is not just to protect myself, but to protect the people I love and this city.” Grassroots superhero Black Lightning was stepping on a gang boss, telling his own story.
Electric currents crackled around him.
Three trucks loaded with munitions were frozen in mid-air by his electromagnetic field.
Like beetles pinned in a specimen box.
As a black man born and raised in Metropolis’s “suicide slums,” Black Lightning’s backstory was very traditional—his father was gunned down in an accident.
So Black Lightning had always struggled with his mother, never feeling fatherly love since childhood—of course, unlike most single-parent black kids who play rap.
Black Lightning chose to become a teacher and, driven by fate, a superhero. He can release and manipulate electrical energy, with potential like Magneto to control electromagnetism.
Now.
Black Lightning was already a veteran 18th-tier superhero, specializing in problems Superman had no time for, like this extremely vicious smuggling case before him.
“Smuggling weapons in a few trucks, preparing to ship to Mexico?” Black Lightning lightly tapped the foremost cargo box with his boot tip. The metal shell cracked open like banana peel under electromagnetic force.
“This is enough for you to rot in prison for a lifetime—or several.” Black Lightning tried to intimidate with a low voice like Batman using his broken voice.
But.
“Heh.”
The gang boss under his foot seemed like a tough guy too. Facing Black Lightning’s threat, his expression remained cold, showing no despair or panic.
Utterly calm.
The other gang members were the same.
Of course.
Their calm demeanor and tough guy images didn’t last long—the red lightning streaked from afar, piercing through the three large trucks at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
“No need to thank me.”
Ian was just passing by.
And conveniently helped the wild 18th-tier superhero destroy those dangerous goods. After all, these firearms were clearly not legit; bringing them into the city would definitely harm his Metropolis.
“Boom rumble~”
The metal cargo boxes twisted and burst like soda cans crushed by a giant.
Hundreds of firearm parts sprayed into the night sky like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
Tracing shiny parabolas under the moonlight.
Then all destroyed by the golden lightning Ian pretended to throw—that was actually Heat Vision, but with a swipe over his eyes, it naturally became The Flash’s ability to hurl lightning.
As long as there’s a throwing motion.
Everyone would believe Ian was the real Flash. See, Black Lightning, as a near-19th-tier superhero, clearly didn’t notice anything off.
“The Flash!”
Black Lightning roared angrily at the direction Ian disappeared. “This is my case! My business! Get back to your Central City! Did you ask Superman before coming to Metropolis?”
“Intruding Flash! Have you paid the 【Hero Entry Fee】 to Superman’s agent?!” His questioning voice was furious, carrying a sense of being offended.
“????”
Ian, already three kilometers away, suddenly stumbled.
“Hero Entry Fee?”
Ian felt someone had stolen his future idea from the past again.
He was genuinely confused.
Black Lightning’s words made him look back repeatedly.
But his speed didn’t slow.
Mainly, the two heavy artillery pieces he casually grabbed from the warehouse were clearly US Military discards, unusable for braking—of course, the braking issue wasn’t big.
Ian still had the Teleportation to the sky and then dump the external legs braking plan.
“No, I swear, this has nothing to do with me.” Ian, having run too far, couldn’t make Black Lightning, now far behind, hear his reputation-defending reply.
Black Lightning was still furiously greeting The Flash—black people’s vocabulary was indeed rich. However, someone even more emotionally volatile wasn’t absent.
The previous tough gang boss was clearly more broken.
“No!!!”
The gang boss looked at the wreckage on the ground and let out a hysterical roar, along with his minions exclaiming what to do, their voices carrying unusual panic.
“Hm?”
Black Lightning was greatly puzzled.
“Someone helped destroy your evidence—why are you unhappy instead?” Black Lightning frowned, suppressing his dissatisfaction with The Flash.
The gang boss struggled to remove the belt binding him.
“Unhappy? You think this is just unhappy?” The gang boss and his minions rushed to the wreckage. Those parts had all turned into scorched black ashes.
“I’m about to be fired! Damn Flash! Look what he’s done!” The gang boss wailed, rolling in front of the ashes with a face full of anger.
“Fired? What do you mean? You have superiors?”
Black Lightning sensed something wrong. Currents surged in his hand as he prepared to threaten the gang boss to dismantle the larger criminal group he hadn’t discovered.
Perhaps.
He could enter the Justice League because of this?
Fantasizing thus.
Black Lightning’s fantasy was quickly shattered.
“Superiors? I’m CIA! We’re all CIA contractors! Jefferson Pierce! You’re as dead as me! This shipment was ordered by the President to Mexico!”
The gang boss’s irritated response directly fried Black Lightning’s brain CPU.
“????”
His face went blank, the currents in his hand unstable.
“No! According to my intel, you’re clearly Mexican mega-cartel plants in our America!” Black Lightning questioned with wildly flickering eyes.
The gang boss just cursed madly in response.
“What intel do you have! Damn it! Use your pig brain—the CIA is us, so the mega-cartel is naturally just our CIA’s pack of wolf cubs outside!”
“This is national strategy—Jefferson Pierce!”
“If you can’t replace my weapons, you’ll be the one going to prison, I guarantee it won’t be a lifetime.”
The gang boss counter-threatened Black Lightning.
He didn’t look like he was lying.
Because he was genuinely panicked and angry.
“…”
Black Lightning struggled to accept this absurd reality. He thought the evil he stopped was at most a large crime group—who knew he’d stumble into a state apparatus.
America’s official smuggled weapons.
Was that even evil?
For a moment.
Black Lightning fell into brief confusion about his career.
“But… the one who destroyed your weapons was The Flash…” He knew he couldn’t think of an answer right away, but some issues he felt needed emphasis.
The previously cool and ruthless Black Lightning now seemed a bit cowardly. No way around it—who let them call out his real name.
He had two daughters.
Didn’t want them legally sent back to his ancestors’ homeland.
“Hm? You caught us, you put the stuff there—who else but you is the culprit?” The gang boss’s twisted logic deeply shocked Black Lightning.
He certainly understood.
This was shoving the blame onto the easier target. CIA might not handle The Flash, but they could definitely handle him Black Lightning—18th-tier and 1st-tier superheroes do differ.
“…”
Black Lightning fell silent.
He felt his career faced an unprecedented challenge.
Blame it on The Flash?
Heh.
If CIA couldn’t afford to provoke someone, could he? The Flash was from the Justice League; according to that Superman’s agent, the Justice League was a gang-like organization.
“Right! I paid! They have to help me!” Black Lightning wasn’t cowardly, but facing the state apparatus, he truly didn’t know how to cope.
“I paid the entry fee! Reserve member! For issues, definitely find the organization!” A sudden brain flash later, Black Lightning quickly pulled out an encrypted mobile phone and walked to a corner.
He threatened the CIA agents before dialing a number. The phone rang twelve times before connecting, with a deliberately hoarse low voice from the other end.
“Speak, what’s up?”
The other party’s voice was concise.
“It’s like this…”
Black Lightning explained his tricky situation, seeking solutions from the 【agent】 on the line, who fell into long silence after hearing.
“Hm?”
Black Lightning felt uneasy.
“You promised me—join reserves, get license, enjoy a series of helps!” He lowered his voice, but his tone carried questioning.
“Uh… but my brother’s comic—no, I mean, my brother who handles those detailed rules didn’t mention how to deal with this.”
The voice on the line was helpless, like hitting a knowledge blind spot.
“Can’t handle it? Refund! Damn it! Refund!” Black Lightning was so angry his whole body sparked, seeming about to awaken a new ability—he truly felt scammed.
Hearing “refund.”
The other end panicked instantly.
After all, the money was spent, and the purchases had exploded.
“I didn’t say I won’t help think of a way. Sigh, how about this—wait for our management department’s strategist to return; he’ll definitely come up with a perfect plan for you.”
“Believe in his wisdom; he’s the smartest in our family… our department.” The voice on the line couldn’t stay hoarse, sounding eager to explain.
Even lowering the voice, like hiding in a corner.
“Really solvable? I don’t think your organization is legit.” Black Lightning didn’t trust the half-grown kid but believed the heat rays from the kid’s eyes.
“Of course it’s legit; don’t doubt our organization’s background—actually, if you pay enough, I can even get you Superman’s underwear.”
“Unwashed ones cost extra.”
The other side perked up instantly when mentioning sales.
But.
Black Lightning fell silent.
“I don’t want that stuff; I just want to solve the current trouble.” He spoke helplessly, increasingly feeling the other side unreliable, but he truly had no other high-tier hero connections.
“Got it!”
The other side suddenly lowered his voice.
“Hanging up first; gotta serve The Flash—he’s super hard to handle.” With that, the mysterious person hung up, leaving Black Lightning stunned with the dead-tone phone.
“The Flash really came to Metropolis! And definitely to a high-end superhero gathering!” Thinking thus, Black Lightning looked enviously toward the direction The Flash left.
He wanted to analyze the gathering’s location from this—of course, no matter how smart Black Lightning was, there’d be no result, since the Flash he saw was someone else.
In the distance.
Outskirts.
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points+13】
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points+12】
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points+14】
……
The real Flash searched three of Lex Luthor’s factories. Luck was bad, but he wasn’t without gains, grabbing some premium drinks from Lex Luthor’s factories and chugging them.
Along the way.
On the road to the next factory.
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points+11】
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points+14】
【Savage Tyrant Experience Points+11】
In a few minutes’ journey.
Ian directly filled his belly full.
【Savage Tyrant lv7〔22/640〕】
【Strength: 62———76】
【Constitution: 80———90】
【Intelligence: 4.8———5.1】
【Spirit: 36———39】
【Level-up Reward: Profession Skill Points+1】
Ian was now adept with his external “skeleton” calves, maintaining breakneck speed as he charged toward another of Lex Luthor’s suburban factories.
This wasn’t really wasting time.
After all, with the external “skeleton” calves’ Speed Force boost.
Everything that happened.
Could be described as in a flash.
Plus gaining some strength boosts gave Ian more confidence. He still hadn’t figured out what Reverse-Flash meant by the Justice League’s downfall beginning.
“Also, the pain of losing loved ones will make us grow… another Superman death? No, not that, because Reverse-Flash said today is just the beginning of the Justice League’s downfall.” Still in shared brain mode, Ian’s computation was astonishing. He suddenly paled as if realizing something.
A terrifying thought flashed in the boy’s mind, making him leap up on the spot, spin 360 degrees, and unhesitatingly speed toward the city center.
Heavy rain falling.
Ian’s figure seemed full of anxiety.
At this moment.
His original destination factory.
Was actually now very close behind him.
It was a sewage treatment plant.
Silent inside.
No employees.
Only two superheroes in the basement.
Dim light in the basement.
Air filled with the mix of metal and chemical reagent scents.
“No wonder I couldn’t find this place before.” Superman touched the thick walls, filled inside with thick lead plates blocking his X-ray Super Vision.
As for the innermost layer.
Embedded with some unknown rare metal. Superman and Wonder Woman had tested it—this unknown metal even shielded his hearing.
“Looks like Lex Luthor really knows how to guard against you.” Wonder Woman’s Lasso of Truth glowed faintly in the dark. She surveyed the surroundings, a bad premonition rising.
“Whatever Lex Luthor doesn’t want you to find, it’s definitely no good.” Diana’s tone was firm; Lex Luthor’s reputation was known to all superheroes on Earth.
“Yes, that’s Lex Luthor.”
Superman fully affirmed Diana’s judgment.
The two descended steel stairs, footsteps echoing clearly in the enclosed space. Deeper in, the air grew thick with pungent chemical reagent smells.
Mixed with faint blood scent.
“That’s Kryptonian Blood scent—strictly speaking, my blood scent… but there’s something else.” Superman’s sense of smell far exceeded many with smell-based superpowers.
He wrinkled his nose.
His gaze grew heavier.
“Your clone must be hidden here by Lex Luthor.” Diana’s nose wasn’t as sensitive as Superman’s, but she sensed the underground base’s abnormality.
Such massive funding for construction.
Certainly not an ordinary research base.
The two continued down a narrow staircase, footsteps echoing in the empty passage. The deeper, the more oppressive the air. At the stair end was a heavy metal door stamped with LexCorp’s logo. As Wonder Woman stepped forward, Superman melted the door lock with Heat Vision.
“Zzzzt~”
Heat Ray dissolved all metal.
Revealing the room hidden behind the metal door.
There.
It was a secret chamber.
A huge cross stood in the chamber’s center, with a barely breathing person chained to it.
Seeing the person’s face clearly, Superman and Wonder Woman both froze—that was another Clark! Messy black hair under a face identical to Clark’s!
Of course, with subtle differences: the bound Clark’s skin was sickly grayish-white, with purple veins and dark green stuff flowing inside.
This Superman’s chest “S” emblem was corroded incomplete by some acidic substance.
Completely blurred.
“This is the clone you mentioned? Scary enough.” Wonder Woman instinctively stepped back half a pace. The Lasso of Truth’s glow lit her tense jawline.
This was real tension.
After all, most Justice League members had been beaten by Superman.
Diana certainly too.
She truly knew how painful being beaten by Superman was.
“Lex Luthor… what is he doing?”
Superman didn’t answer Wonder Woman’s question.
His gaze nailed to the seemingly ordinary wall behind the cross, pupils contracting sharply, as if seeing something terrifying through it.
“Clark?”
Wonder Woman worried her teammate was mind-controlled.
She backed up a few more steps.
Superman didn’t retort. Clark’s expression was unprecedentedly shocked. He slowly approached, circling past his chained self on the cross.
“Here.”
Clark’s trembling palm pressed the cold wall. With a metallic groan, he tore the entire wall open, intense light pouring out from within.
The space ahead was vast.
Like a huge underground hall, countless automated machines humming lowly. In the center were rows of neatly arranged deep green incubation pods.
Inside.
Were things making Superman break cold sweat, voice hoarse, inner turmoil surging—each incubation pod held a gestating life form.
All him!
All Superman Clark!
Yes!
In this football-field-sized underground space, hundreds of three-meter-tall deep green incubation pods were arrayed, each connected to complex tubes. Suspended in fel energy nutrient fluid were bodies, all Superman clones! Each bearing traces of fel energy corrosion and enhancement!
“I knew he was mad, but I didn’t think he was this mad.” Clark scanned all his “selves,” unable to hold back a gasp.
To be fair.
Superman’s emotions were still relatively stable.
Wonder Woman approaching saw this, her pretty face paling several shades, eyes nearly bulging, body rigidly stiff.
“Tell me this isn’t real.”
Diana swallowed, her weapon-gripping hand trembling.
And at that moment.
“Bang bang bang~”
Perhaps someone controlling.
All clones in the incubation pods opened their eyes. They simultaneously swung fists; hundreds of pod glasses shattered at once, pale blue nutrient fluid surging like a tsunami.
“Zzzzt~”
Amid buzzing like bees.
The clones slowly floated out flying.
They stood in the room’s mid-air.
Hundreds of red-glowing eyes lit up under the lights.
Movements uniformly creepy.
“Diana, go catch Lex Luthor.”
Clark’s voice was unusually calm.
“I’ll handle here.”
He showed no fear of the numerous clones.
“Got it!”
Wonder Woman’s fingertips dug into her palm.
She knew if these clones had Superman-level power, her staying offered no help; catching the true culprit was the biggest aid to Clark.
Thus.
Diana acted immediately.
But glancing back at Clark charging into the lab, grabbing clones and smashing them together, suddenly a hand shot up and gripped her wrist.
Very strong.
Even a demigod struggled to break free.
“Damn it!”
Wonder Woman was about to slash at the suddenly awakened clone on the cross.
But the clone lifted its head.
“Lex Luthor… wants Superman… to destroy this… world.” This stunned Wonder Woman; her sword halted mid-swing. She realized the other might communicate.
“What?”
Wonder Woman’s pupils shrank.
“What does Lex Luthor gain from this? If Superman destroys the world, Lex Luthor dies too—what’s he after?”
She was greatly puzzled by the weak Superman’s words.
Upon questioning.
There.
The chained “zombie Superman” weakly raised his head.
Cracked lips moved.
“He… is not your… Lex Luthor…” The zombie-like Superman suddenly roared, his fingers tightening, the force making Wonder Woman’s bracer groan under strain.
However.
Wonder Woman could no longer mind her gear.
Only heard.
“They… are not…”
The zombie Superman fainted again after his final burst of strength.
However.
This sentence struck Diana like lightning.
They?
Which they?!
As Wonder Woman’s mind buzzed, sensing something terrifying—on the other side of Metropolis, in a newspaper agency occupying a whole building, Lois was petting an orange cat while working overtime on drafts.
“What do you mean preparing to go back and get beaten? Ian really wants to get beaten!”
She was forced by the boss to write news about 【Stocking Superman】.
Headache-inducing.
“Meow~”
Suddenly.
The previously snoring orange cat sat up from Lois’s lap, fur bristling. It raised its eyes toward the distant elevator.
“Ding dong~”
The elevator door slowly opened.
A stunningly dressed “Diana” stepped out.
