Chapter 126: Golden Superman! Ian’s Vape!
The yellow sun is the sun.
The red sun is actually also the sun.
For Ian, who controls the 【Sun Law】, he can make his stellar eyes release the light of the yellow sun, and naturally, he can also make this light bloom with the characteristics of the red sun.
The light of the yellow sun is a great tonic for Kryptonians.
The red sun is the exact opposite.
It can greatly weaken and suppress the innate power of Kryptonians. Because of this, while Clark was strengthened, Injustice Superman was also weakened by Ian.
The strength gap between the two gradually evened out in this instant.
“Puff puff~”
Injustice Superman, hit by Clark’s fist, reacted too slowly.
His face directly twisted and deformed.
He spat blood madly.
Even though Injustice Superman had absorbed quite a few Supermen from other parallel universes, the red sun was too fierce, and his strength was directly reduced to less than one-tenth under Ian’s single-eyed gaze.
In fact.
It was just that Ian’s overall attributes were still not strong enough, and he didn’t have enough skill points to upgrade the 【Eternal Day Eye】, which had already reached level three and now required a full eight skill points for the next upgrade.
Otherwise.
As long as he unleashed a higher magnitude of red sun rays, he could even make the other Superman kneel on the spot.
“My eyes, their wattage—no, their pupil power is still not extraordinary enough!” Ian saw that he had only pulled the mysterious Superman to the level where Old Man could break his defense.
He once again deeply felt how correct the evil gods’ choice was.
Not greedy, not asking for more.
Even with just over eighteen thousand eyes, Ian felt he could be content—not only dealing with the Superman from the mysterious universe, he could even dare to enter his rebellious phase early.
“Good thing I still have some righteous means up my sleeve…” Ian took out a Speed Force leg from behind him and placed it on his right eye that was watching Injustice Superman.
“More terrifying than the red sun is the red sun on the verge of death—it will erupt with red sun radiation far beyond the ordinary—after enjoying the good life with me for so long! My eyes! It’s your turn to eat some hardship!”
“Ultimate Sublimation!”
Ian’s right eye pressed tightly against the Speed Force leg with a corrupting effect, and the eyeball began to decay gradually under the influence of the Speed Force leg.
With the undead buff of 【Death Resistance】, Ian was quite ruthless to all organs on his body except his brain—his right eye rapidly decayed under the influence of the Speed Force leg.
【Berserker Experience Points +8】
During experience acquisition.
Ian’s right eye was like a star heading toward its end, erupting its final burst of brilliance—he made up for Injustice Superman’s regretful life of not experiencing the end of Krypton.
“Ahhhh!”
Injustice Superman was hit by another critical strike.
His whole body bathed in even stronger red sun rays, the remaining energy in his body rapidly swallowed by this ray—he tried to attack Ian but found Ian always staying behind Clark.
Unable to break through Clark.
He couldn’t cut off the bending ray from that kid’s eyes.
Damn it!
How can heat rays bend!
“This is impossible…”
Injustice Superman’s bruised and swollen face was full of incredulous expressions.
“Bang~”
Accompanied by Clark’s offensive.
His face swelled even more. To be honest, Injustice Superman still had fighting power, but the sudden strength decline made it hard for him to adapt for a moment.
His raised hands completely couldn’t keep up with Clark’s speed.
“Bang bang bang~”
Clark’s speed was truly very fast in Injustice Superman’s eyes.
So fast that he only felt caught off guard.
Hard to parry.
Actually, Injustice Superman’s speed wasn’t much slower than Clark’s.
It’s just that..
Going from luxury to frugality is always too difficult. Having long been accustomed to absolute domination, returning to a relatively weaker level, Injustice Superman really had a hard time adapting.
“Nothing is impossible!”
Clark didn’t really understand the principle behind Ian’s eyes, but that didn’t stop him from verbally blasting the enemy, punching one after another, forcing Injustice Superman to retreat steadily.
Regarding this.
Ian had something to say.
“These sun eyes are the treasure of the Kryptonian bloodline inheritance—only the most powerful Kryptonians can be chosen by them, becoming a great Kryptonian paladin… The paladin can not only bless allies but also curse his enemies.” Ian’s two eyeballs spun wildly in different directions.
Just like two different spotlights.
He spouted false trivia on one side, his eyes continuously providing Clark with protagonist aura-like buffs while weakening the other Superman’s character strength.
“No, that’s not right—your youngest son isn’t Lois’s child! He… whose child is he really?!” Injustice Superman was beaten with bumps all over his head.
But his brain clearly wasn’t beaten out yet—he didn’t believe a word Ian said.
What sun eyes?
Others may not understand Kryptonians.
How could he not know what Kryptonians really are?
“Shut your mouth!”
Clark didn’t want to answer this question.
He swung his fist again.
But this time.
“Bang~”
Injustice Superman finally barely adapted to his weakened body. He organized an effective block for the first time, raising both arms to block Clark’s fist aimed at his face.
After all, it was the power of over a dozen Supermen stacked—even if those Supermen weren’t that powerful, they were still Supermen, and at this moment, Injustice Superman wasn’t without the power to fight Clark.
He was gradually adapting to this weakness.
This was a clash between gods.
The two swung fists colliding.
“Boom——!!!”
A earth-shattering air shockwave erupted at this moment, surging outward like a mad storm, the ground already leveled by the battle suffering further devastation.
The remaining mountain ranges were completely flattened, gravel flying, dust blotting out the sky.
“Or rather, he’s not your child at all…” Injustice Superman tried to turn and attack Ian but was blocked by Clark—he stared deadly at the other version of himself and spoke in a deep voice.
This sentence.
Didn’t anger Clark.
But it angered Ian, the strongest support.
“Damn fake Superman! You’re talking nonsense!” Ian stood in the distance, his hair wildly dancing in the violent airflow—he beat Clark to it with an exasperated response.
“How am I not Old Man’s child? Old Man! Quick! Kill this fake Superman! This guy wants to strip me of my inheritance! He’s really damnable!”
The boy shouted loudly.
But his voice was drowned in the thunderous aftershocks.
“Having a kid like this is annoying, right?” Gradually adapting to his frail body, Injustice Superman finally stopped getting one-sidedly beaten—he began trading blows with Clark.
“Better than you, who has nothing.”
Clark really struck at the heart—only Superman understands Superman best, and he could see why the Injustice Superman before him was so brutal and ruthless.
“Happiness? Happiness makes you weak!” Injustice Superman was instantly enraged, his eyes bloodshot—under Ian’s red sun radiation, he still traded blows with Clark.
Injustice Superman sidestepped Clark’s heavy punch, countering with an elbow strike to the opponent’s spine—Clark plummeted like a meteor, crashing through three mountains before crawling out of the crater.
Injustice Superman’s heat ray followed closely—Clark dodged sideways, the other self’s heat ray plowing two lava trenches into the ground beside him.
Like an abyss.
Reaching deep into the earth’s core.
“Bang bang bang~”
“Bang bang bang~”
Kryptonian fights are all about flesh-to-flesh punches.
Continuous dull thuds echoed under the night sky. Two red-and-blue afterimages crisscrossed between heaven and earth, each collision causing deafening echoes and the collapse of earth and mountains.
Ian couldn’t intervene in such a battle.
But fortunately, his eyes could keep up with the two’s rhythm. The clash of Superman and Superman produced visible shockwaves, the surrounding ground and air undulating like ocean waves.
Gravel and dust were swept into the sky. Their speed was too fast for ordinary people to track—only a series of deafening impacts and flashing afterimages in the air could be seen.
“Oh my god! Which one is our Clark?” Lois was one such ordinary person who couldn’t see clearly—she had finally arrived here carried on Jordan’s back once again.
She wanted to remind Superman to be careful of Injustice Superman.
However.
Injustice Superman had arrived even earlier than her.
“Mom! Jordan!”
Ian turned back and saw his second brother and mom—his heat ray bent at over two hundred degrees, always covering Clark and the other mysterious Superman.
“What are you doing?”
Lois was dumbfounded seeing her youngest son’s eyes emitting two bending rays.
Jordan was even more shocked.
He also had heat rays, but he couldn’t do this—was this the result of Kryptonian gene mutation? Second Brother’s super brain struggled to process the scene information.
“I’m being a tailed beast power bank—Old Man is my jinchuriki, and this time I’m MVP again—all thanks to me, or Old Man would’ve been beaten into a twist by another fake Old Man.”
“When we get back, remember to remind Old Man of my kindness—when writing the will, give me the Batcave and let Second Brother get less of the family’s Kryptonian treasures.”
Ian spoke bluntly in front of his second brother.
“Hey! I’m still standing here! Why not give less to Jonathan?” Jordan widened his eyes—his focus really left Lois speechless.
“Your dad isn’t dead yet! Can you two act a bit more filial?” Lois, extremely annoyed, directly smacked Jordan’s head twice.
Due to the distance being too far.
She could only land the smack meant for her youngest son on Jordan’s head as well.
“…”
Jordan was utterly speechless.
Ian was still claiming credit with Mom.
“So much happened today—I’m the MVP of the whole field, the entire Justice League should be filial to me, or this wave of Justice League would’ve faced a team wipe.”
His tone was full of certainty and pride.
“?????”
Lois didn’t know how to judge Ian’s statement—she could only stay silent, pretending not to hear, her gaze complex and worried as she looked at the two fighting Supermen in the distance.
“Will we win?”
Lois didn’t know.
“We will win.”
Both Ian and Jordan were very firm.
“I’m going to help Dad!”
Jordan also wanted to do something for Clark, but just as he tried to take off, Lois pulled him back—the mature mom knew very well the gap between her second son and the real Superman.
“Actually, as long as we drag it out, letting that Superman’s yellow sun energy deplete, he’ll gradually fall into disadvantage.” Ian saw the situation very clearly.
His judgment wasn’t wrong.
Injustice Superman, under red sun radiation, understood this too. Clark’s fierce fist grazed his temple, the sonic boom shattering his eardrum.
Blood seeped from his ear.
Clearly, the continuous weakening from red sun radiation was taking effect. Clark seized this instant, his right fist gathering full power, smashing viciously at Injustice Superman’s ribs.
—Bang!!
This punch finally made Injustice Superman grunt—his body was knocked back into a mountain. With his super brain working, he ignored the pain and roared as he charged out.
This time, his speed was faster, strength stronger. Clark had no time to defend before a knee strike hit his abdomen, sending him rocketing upward like a cannonball.
The two broke through the atmosphere.
Heading straight into space.
Two blue-and-red afterimages clashed dozens of times in one second.
The shockwave tore a twenty-kilometer-wide vacuum through the cloud layer. Ian’s pupils contracted sharply—his retinas just caught the trail of them breaking the Kármán line.
“Damn! Losing sight!” Ian looked up from the ground, his golden pupils locking onto Father’s figure, but as the two Supermen’s battle environment rose higher.
His vision gradually blurred.
“This is the fake Superman’s trick!” Ian instantly realized what Injustice Superman wanted—he hurriedly took to the sky, instantly breaking the sound barrier and rushing into the heavens.
However.
When he burst out of the atmosphere, a suffocating sensation hit him suddenly.
“Space is part of the sky too! I’m the Sky Tyrant—why do I need to breathe?!” Ian gritted his teeth, trying to convince his body.
However, his lungs clearly weren’t buying this nonsense. As consciousness began to blur, he had to turn around, crashing back into the atmosphere in embarrassment.
Panting heavily while floating in the clouds.
Undying doesn’t mean immune to passing out from lack of oxygen.
This wave.
Injustice Superman had indeed calculated his weakness—he deliberately dragged Clark into space, all the way to the Moon’s barren surface. Here, without the weird boy’s interference in his battle with Clark.
The red sun’s influence on him completely vanished.
While the yellow sun energy supply to Clark had lost its target. As his power began recovering, Injustice Superman punched Clark toward the nearest celestial body.
—Boom!!!
A flower of dust bloomed on the Moon’s surface.
Clark’s body embedded deeply into the moon soil.
The crater wall collapsed under his impact. His vision blurred for an instant, but super recovery power quickly sobered him. He struggled to stand and looked up.
Injustice Superman was already hovering above the Moon.
“You know, Clark?” Injustice Superman’s voice couldn’t transmit in vacuum, but Kryptonian super hearing still let Clark catch that icy tone.
“In the vacuum of space, no one can hear your screams—I’ll let you die with dignity… Your children will only remember the most heroic moments of you facing me.”
Injustice Superman was quite considerate.
“Sizzle sizzle~”
But Clark responded with heat rays.
Surging red light filled this barren land.
Injustice Superman dove down, tanking Clark’s heat ray—his fist aimed at Clark’s head. Clark barely rolled away, a massive crater exploding where he had been on the lunar surface.
Injustice Superman’s strike.
Far more terrifying than the largest nuclear bomb. Clark fired heat vision again, crimson beams slicing the darkness, but Injustice Superman just tilted his head slightly to dodge easily.
He had regained his crushing power.
“Your attacks are ridiculous.”
Injustice Superman sneered.
“Just like your insufficiently strong beliefs—utterly negligible.” He instantly appeared before Clark, grabbing Clark’s head and smashing him viciously onto the lunar surface.
Once, twice, three times… Each impact made the moon shell tremble, dust surging like waves.
“You think relying on one child can change everything?”
Injustice Superman spoke lowly, his voice like from the depths of hell: “You’re too weak, Clark. Your weakness prevents you from truly controlling the infinite power within you.”
“Your so-called mercy and principles can’t match my iron rule.” Injustice Superman stomped on Clark’s chest, moon dust surging like tidal waves from the impact.
“Like other universes’ Supermen, you’ve reached your end. As always, I am victorious.” Injustice Superman’s tone held no joy or excitement.
Instead, it carried an indescribable complexity.
“You’re no longer Superman.” Blood trickled from Clark’s mouth—in the vacuum silence, his voice was firm, audible to the other Kryptonian.
“The one who dies isn’t worthy of being called Superman.” Injustice Superman replied coldly, raising his fist high—the next second, it smashed down like a meteor!
“Bang—!”
Clark’s head caved in under the heavy blow, the lunar rock surface cracking into a pit reaching the core. His vision blurred, ears filled only with his blood rushing.
“Rest assured, I’ll take good care of your family.” Injustice Superman leaned down, his tone terrifyingly calm, raising his fist again: “I’ll do everything Superman should do.”
“My family… doesn’t need your care!”
Clark tried to resist, but his hands were smashed by the other—struggling, he could only roar in pain as the opponent’s fist fell toward his head again.
“Bang!!”
Clark’s head caved in again.
Blood sprayed.
Injustice Superman ignored it, continuing: “And that boy… I’ll investigate his existence. He might be another error to be eliminated.”
This was Injustice Superman’s conclusion after thinking.
Kryptonians shouldn’t be like that.
No universe has such a variable.
Feeling he bore a mission.
Injustice Superman wouldn’t let any potential outer universe invader go—even if it was truly Lois’s child, errors that should be cleared must be cleared.
This was his iron rule.
Unshakable for anyone.
“God is dead, Clark—we must compete for a true savior, but it won’t be you.” Injustice Superman said, about to swing again.
However.
“Don’t… touch my child!!!”
Clark with a caved-in head.
Eyes suddenly bloodshot!
Injustice Superman’s words touched his reverse scale.
Two blazing heat rays erupted—Injustice Superman, caught off guard, fired his own to counter—the two Supermen’s crimson beams clashed in vacuum.
Bursting dazzling light.
However, unexpectedly—Clark’s heat ray was gradually overpowering Injustice Superman! Injustice Superman was shocked to find his ray being pushed back!
“Why?”
He was greatly puzzled.
“You don’t know what responsibility is, don’t know why we’re called Superman… So you can’t understand—judgment and conquest never bring hope!”
Clark roared—his vision had long blurred, but at this moment, countless unobservable images flashed on his retinas.
Mother Martha baking apple pie in the kitchen.
The aroma filling the entire farm.
Jonathan standing in the wheat field, smiling at him.
Lois in the Daily Planet office, smiling as she handed him a cup of coffee—and Ian and Jordan fighting to the death over the remote control on the sofa.
These were past moments.
The happiness Clark had always protected.
Now.
They burned in Clark’s blood.
“A guy like you… how dare you care for my family!” Clark’s voice couldn’t transmit in vacuum, but Injustice Superman seemed to hear his roar.
Golden light.
Bloomed from Clark’s body.
Infinite power surged within him.
“What is that!”
Injustice Superman watched in shock as his heat ray was completely suppressed—his brain judged, forcing him to retreat and dodge, or his head would be pierced.
“This is impossible!”
Injustice Superman’s face was full of incredulous shock—he watched Clark stand again, bathed in golden light, wounds healing visibly.
This scene horrified Injustice Superman—the iron-blooded conqueror couldn’t help looking to the universe—the sun wasn’t on this side, Clark’s yellow sun supply should be minimal.
So.
That light wasn’t from the sun?
“What… did you do?!”
Injustice Superman finally lost his calm.
Clark didn’t answer—he just slowly raised his fist, golden energy flowing between his fingers. It wasn’t sunlight, but light from the heart.
True belief.
“This doesn’t make sense, right?”
Injustice Superman felt his thinking short-circuit.
“I don’t need to bask in the sun.” Clark gently raised his hand, a blazing golden energy ball forming in his palm: “Because… there’s always been a sun in my heart.”
Liquid gold-like light flowed around him.
In a daze.
Injustice Superman seemed to see figures within—one after another: Ian, Jordan, Jonathan, Lois—and many other figures.
“I’m clearly so much stronger than you!”
Injustice Superman’s heart was greatly shaken—he didn’t want this to affect his mindset, so he roared, gritted his teeth, and charged forward at terrifying speed again.
His form crushed countless craters.
Surpassing the Speedster.
However, this time.
Clark’s fist was faster!
“Bang——!!!”
Injustice Superman’s hasty defense crumbled on contact—the shockwave pierced his body from the back, blasting through countless craters into space and shattering a large asteroid belt.
“This light… what is it…” Injustice Superman looked down at his caved-in chest—Clark’s glowing golden fist slowly withdrawing.
His organs were shattered in many places, but clearly the other didn’t want to kill—so he was just severely injured, half-kneeling on the ground with a stiff, dazed expression.
“Kryptonian blood makes us strong, but love is why we’re invincible—you shouldn’t have threatened me with my family.” Clark looked at Injustice Superman.
He spoke slowly, voice low and firm.
“This light has always been there.”
“It’s just that you… may have long forgotten.”
The true family hero.
Has always been Superman.
Injustice Superman was stunned.
He looked down at his broken body.
Countless images flashed in his mind.
Yet he couldn’t grasp them—behind him was nothing but emptiness. At this moment, Injustice Superman’s eyes filled with panic—he had fused countless universes’ Superman powers, yet seemed to have lost the most important thing.
“So that’s it… family…”
Injustice Superman raised his bloodied right hand—Clark’s sunlight shone on his pale face.
The man hoarsely repeated the word.
As if chewing on some unfamiliar concept.
His panicked eyes regained calm.
And.
Rapidly dimmed.
Clark’s sudden outburst made Injustice Superman realize a terrifying truth: without family, fusing even more other universes’ Supermen meant nothing.
He couldn’t save anyone.
Much less this precarious multiverse.
Losing the ability to love.
Meant losing future and foundation.
And that he was no longer the one who could solve everything.
He could judge the world.
He could conquer all.
He could become a deity.
But he could never be a true Superman again.
“Kill me.”
At this moment.
Injustice Superman’s choice was decisive.
His broken ribs were slowly regenerating, like a withered tree corroded by saline: “You’ll inherit my power, and the power of another sixteen Supermen.”
Saying this.
Injustice Superman tore open his battle robe.
Clark’s pupils contracted slightly. He saw skin exposed through the battle suit cracks—covered in number tattoos recording each devoured isotope’s code.
“I don’t need your power.” Clark frowned, asking: “But tell me—what’s the deal with your so-called hunting and saving.”
The light on Clark’s body gradually converged.
Not disappearing.
But returning inside his body.
“Countless universes are approaching our world—the Supreme Alliance believes the multiverse will be devoured. In fact, the multiverse itself may already sense this crisis.” Injustice Superman didn’t refuse to answer—instead, lying on the ground, enduring shattered pain, he responded to Clark.
“When an isotope dies, the universe transfers that isotope’s power and potential to other individuals—all surviving individuals share this portion of potential.”
“The Supreme Alliance’s goal is to gather all isotopes’ great power into one body, unify the multiverse, then use that power to help our universe resist other universes’ erosion.”
Injustice Superman’s words carried a hint of sigh.
“Not sharing? You don’t look like you just shared other Supermen’s power.” Superman frowned—he had long noticed Injustice Superman was outrageously strong.
“Correct, we have a way to intercept the full potential and power of the hunted.” Saying this, the kneeling Injustice Superman removed a metal belt from his waist and tossed it to Clark.
The metal belt’s interior flickered with countless “S” phantoms.
“This thing makes the multiverse misjudge the wearer as 999999 individuals.” Injustice Superman grinned with his still-bleeding mouth.
“Other universes only get the decimal point power.”
He was quite honest.
“So that’s why I’ve been getting inexplicably stronger lately? Just scraps?” Superman crushed the belt without hesitation.
Seeing this.
Injustice Superman’s gaze grew more complex.
“No, not that—that’s an investment our universe made in you after surviving the outer universe invasion.” Injustice Superman resolved Clark’s confusion again.
“Investment?”
Superman wanted to ask more.
Suddenly.
He jerked toward Earth.
“That Doomsday! The soul inside… it’s fully awake!!”
Clark’s voice exploded in the air, laced with unprecedented tension and alertness. He grabbed Injustice Superman’s shoulder—almost instantly tearing space.
Through the atmosphere, from the Moon’s barren land straight down to Earth—this wave of old father was epic level strengthened, stronger than before by a lot.
Their figures tore through clouds like two burning meteors, landing amid city ruins.
The ground shook, dust flew—Lois, Ian, and Jordan stood nearby, expressions grave.
“What’s happening!” Lois shouted, eyes full of worry.
“Doomsday… it’s not a weapon.” Clark said deeply: “It’s a container—with a dormant existence inside. That’s what Ian told us before.”
The instant he said this.
Ian hadn’t claimed credit yet.
Lois already saw Injustice Superman being held by Clark.
“Grab his neck, Clark—grab his neck, squeeze hard, like you grab Ian.” The old mother unleashed an emotionally charged outburst at Clark.
“…”
Clark didn’t know why.
But he did it.
“????” Neck-grabbed Injustice Superman twitched his mouth upward, looking up into Lois’s murderous glare. He opened his mouth to say something.
But.
Before he could speak.
The long-dead massive Doomsday suddenly opened its eyes!
Boom!!
Earth quaked and mountains shook—the entire ground seemed torn by some invisible force.
“Kryptonian descendants.”
A grand, shocking voice with majesty echoed. The Titan Doomsday, collapsed on the ground, suddenly stood upright—its mountain-like body blotting the sky.
Its bluish-purple skin was shedding.
Replaced by new tissue flowing with golden-red light.
“I am your god.”
Doomsday opened its giant maw, a star-like light orb rotating in its throat—its voice low and ancient, carrying majesty and oppression from another era.
“Now, the time has come for you to offer tribute.” As it spoke, a golden-red beam surged from its mouth, sweeping like a tide.
“What’s happening!?”
Clark felt intense pain in his body.
Golden energy uncontrollably flowed toward Doomsday.
“It’s absorbing our power!”
The similarly affected Injustice Superman exclaimed.
Doomsday’s body began shrinking.
No longer the massive monster, but coalescing into a humanoid form—skin with eerie golden-red sheen, like an ancient deity.
“I need a proper body—your genes and power.”
The ancient god murmured lowly.
His words got no response from Clark.
Injustice Superman seemed to realize something.
“Sizzle sizzle—!”
He suddenly surged, heat vision straight at the opponent’s eye sockets. Yet the crust-melting ray was caught by Doomsday’s raised hand, sucked into the palm like noodles.
Clark’s golden heavy fist followed, but all kinetic energy was absorbed on contact. Doomsday gripped his wrist—golden-red skin beneath seemed to swirl with galaxies.
“Oh, my gifted descendant, so close to my potential—you truly surprise me…” The ancient god boomed like thunder, inhaling deeply in intoxication.
Clark’s energy poured out like rivers to the sea.
“Clark! Jordan!”
Lois’s scream made everyone turn. Jordan knelt on the ground, golden misty substance seeping from his skin, forcibly drained. His pupils flickered constantly.
Like a desk lamp about to lose power.
“Second Brother hold on!”
Ian slid on his knees to Jordan’s side, hands pressing his temples. “Blasphemous Elegy” black light flashed—the drained energy mist suddenly solidified.
Then poured back into Jordan.
Doing the same.
Ian remotely saved his Old Man again—don’t ask why he ran earlier, not running wouldn’t show the urgency, anyway his skill shone again.
Everything happened in one second.
No one could fault him.
“You weird kid!”
The golden-red skinned ancient god Doomsday showed anger for the first time.
“What the hell are you?!”
He swung a truck-sized fist—the wind pressure plowing flat the ground within a hundred meters—not to kill Ian, but to fling him away like the Dark Titan.
Within Doomsday’s body.
The ancient god knew this boy was an unkillable dirty thing.
“Come on!”
Ian advanced instead of retreating, black flames igniting his body, ready to tank the blow with the new “Annihilation” trait—but the opponent’s fist halted dozens of meters away.
This guy’s surging power rapidly declined.
Like being forcibly drained by some stronger will.
He withdrew the fist.
“Hm?” Ian frowned, thinking the other saw through his tactic. But the next second, he realized Ancient God Doomsday wasn’t defending against him.
“Why are you here!”
Doomsday suddenly looked up at the sky—golden-red eyes trembling violently. Its surface light flickered unstably, like Jordan’s earlier faulty bulb.
“No! I don’t want to sleep again!”
It howled inhumanly.
Voice laced with unwillingness and fear.
A translucent golden-red soul was forcibly pulled from its head, emanating a heart-chilling aura.
“You can’t do this!”
This soul seemed about to go silent.
Ian was quick.
He dashed forward and grabbed the soul strand.
“Who are you talking to.”
He looked up accordingly.
Dawn pierced the clouds. Dream God Morpheus floated in the morning glow, silver hair cascading like a galaxy. Dreamscape threads from his fingertips bound the struggling soul in Ian’s hand.
“I owe you a favor.” Morpheus’s voice was like a hundred dreams whispering at once—his tone cold, but he was actually kind-hearted.
“Now, I’ve repaid it.”
Morpheus spoke.
“Bullshit!”
Ian madly sucked soul energy while mumbling rebuttals: “You’re clearly settling a personal grudge! This guy hunted you back then! I know! You can’t fool me! I’m omniscient Ian!”
He was shocked by Morpheus’s arrival, but that didn’t stop him from retorting—hard-earned favor couldn’t be repaid so easily.
What about interest?
Interest on interest?
Interest on interest on interest?
“Hm?”
Injustice Superman staggered to his feet.
Staring shocked at the sky.
“Who is that?”
He asked.
“Don’t know—my son knows a lot of weird guys.” Clark’s outstretched hand froze mid-air. He was shocked to find the absorbed energy returning like a tide.
Doomsday’s shell collapsed with a boom, turning to wreckage, completely lifeless—the absorbed energy overflowed, returning to its owners.
However.
Nothing happened to Injustice Superman.
Clark’s body was regaining vast energy.
Even including the part sucked from Injustice Superman—all surging into him. Golden patterns crazily spread under his skin, like an entire galaxy flowing in his veins.
“Looks like the universe has made its judgment.”
Injustice Superman looked at his unchanged arm and body.
Expressionless.
“Perhaps just the Supermen you killed… they made their choice.” Clark felt no joy, just spoke seriously to Injustice Superman.
Their ideals differed.
And now.
Who was right or wrong.
Didn’t matter anymore.
After all, the final result was clear—Superman’s power had found the Superman it needed.
Standard updates these two days, owing 23000 words—starting repayment after recommendation on the 18th.
