American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 214 Bruce's Choice!

Batman now has this feeling, a feeling that is very different from Iron Man, yet completely different.

They also believe that these problems have no end and that something even worse is bound to happen in the future.

But the difference between them is that Tony always lived in the sunlight, facing things openly, while Bruce was forever rooted in the darkness, living in fear.

Alfred believed Bruce had the right answer in his heart, and looking Bruce in the eyes, he said:
“Then do what you think is right, young master. In fact, I have always believed that your premise for not killing bad people should be protecting good people.”

“You have trauma, which defines you, but also prevents you from seeing the world outside of that trauma.”

"Don't forget, you still have a clever mind to imagine what the scenery is like outside of trauma. Maybe that's what you want to see, and what you've overlooked on this endlessly terrible road."

After saying this, Alfred silently left, leaving Bruce alone in the Batcave, lost in thought.

Batman remained silent for a long time, then looked up at the various models of bat armor in the room, reached out and stroked the bat pattern on them, and continued sitting next to the kryptonite box.

After a long while, he seemed to have made up his mind and began to patiently process each piece of kryptonite. Then, before dawn, he flew away in his Batplane.

Not long after, in the Temple of Athena, a bat knocked on Martha and Jonathan's door. When the two opened the door, they saw a whole box of kryptonite lying quietly outside, with a letter from Batman on top.

"Perhaps you are the scenery beyond the trauma."

Under the cover of darkness, with torrential rain pouring down, the terrifying Batman once again shrouded Gotham's night, blending into every shadow of the city.

He left three bullets in case of emergency.

Giving the remaining kryptonite to the Kents might be the best backup plan.

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"Wow, Daigo, you've really made something of yourself. You should be called Ultraman Tiga now, right?"

"I'm telling you, you actually came back! This time, we owe you a lot!"

In Japan, the TPC Victory Team, as Ultraman Tiga disappeared from sight, Daigo Madoka appeared behind them with a smile.

Right before everyone's eyes, the extradimensional being Kiranbo was frozen into a giant ice sculpture.

Because each member has a different style and symbolism, the Justice League does not have a uniform dress code.

They only carry a multi-purpose capsule case and their usual clothes; as for weapons, they choose them based on each person's strengths.

Daigo didn't like Superman's tight-fitting bodysuit. He chose a black jacket with trousers, a multi-capsule box and a communication terminal hanging from his waist, and a laser gun and an enchanted baton from Kamar-Taj on his outer thigh!

He still kept the Spark Lens on his chest. He had originally planned to have a special leather case made for it, but he felt something was missing if he didn't put it on his chest.

"Call me whatever you want, it's been a long time, everyone."

Daigo Madoka was no longer the same person he once was. Having survived the hellish dungeon of the 10 monsters in the Earth's core, his entire demeanor was completely different. He had shed his former naiveté and was now only tempered by hardship with a calm and composed demeanor.

"I was sent here to pick someone up, and I just happened to be here. By the way, is anyone here going to participate in the martial arts tournament?"

Carrot El gave everyone a day off. Daigo Madoka didn't know where to go. His parents had passed away a long time ago, and he didn't have a girlfriend, so he decided to go back to the GUTS team to check on things and maybe work overtime.

As it happened, he stumbled upon Kiranbo's child trafficking and exploitation of children's dreams, and then turned him into a research specimen with a freeze beam.

They are currently instructing the Department of Transportation to ship the goods back to the Justice League branch.

As the saying goes, you do what you're assigned to. After joining the Justice League, Daigo gradually understood a principle: monsters weren't for fighting and killing, but for dissecting experiments! At first, he found it hard to accept, but after getting used to it, he had a strange urge to repay these monsters for all the suffering he had endured. After all, killing them was just a matter of kicking them to pieces, and it wouldn't help him build a monster division.

Now that he's a key figure in the Justice League, with his official rank and position, he can no longer think like an ordinary soldier.

Come here, dreamy Kiranbo! There's delicious light to eat here.

Extradimensional beings don't need dreams; before the experimental results are available, they only need to be dissected like lab rats!

When Daigo discovered Kiranbo, his first reaction was, "Wow! Dreams can be eaten and even converted into energy!"

According to Kiranbo himself, the adults' dream wasn't that it was inedible, but that it would cause diarrhea.

So if we could just let it devour the dreams of those villains... that would save us so much trouble!
Moreover, Kiranbo is an extradimensional being, and it is able to create a stable living structure in distorted space.

This makes it even more important not to let it go!
Natasha has her own mirror space. Batman frequents the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and he also has various Batcave locations.

Carrot Ell and his family have practically monopolized the quantum realm.

As for Stark, he controls the real world; he can buy whatever he wants and build bases whenever he wants.

Daigo had been eyeing the alternate dimension for a long time. He had seen the Monarch Organization's financial reports before; the money spent to imprison a single Titan was astronomical.

If he also has an alternate dimension, then he'll have a place to store his research materials.

Looking at it this way, this little witch has a rather unique appearance, resembling chives.

If all else fails, we can package it up and sell it to Kamar-Taj, which would be perfect.

"We don't have that many superheroes here. The people who hang out here are all aliens who want to destroy the Earth. They wish we were dead every day. Who would sign up?"

"Honestly, since you guys came along, I feel like we've already started living a retired life ahead of schedule."

No matter what Daigo Madoka had become, Shinjo still considered him his best brother. He put his arm around Daigo's neck, which earned him a slight smile, and Daigo handed him a form in return.
"Oh, I see. Why don't you sign up to represent the Victory Team? Come on, fill out the form first!"

Upon hearing this, Xincheng was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and took two steps back: "No, no, no, I think retirement life is great!"

Are you kidding me? In a war of your scale, he would be nothing but cannon fodder if he went there in his Arcdis. Besides, didn't the Justice League share technologies like the Magus propulsion system and the Plasma Type 100?
Seeing this, Daigo patted Shinjo on the shoulder: "Hahaha, okay, I was just kidding. Look how scared you were."

"I still have forms to fill out, so I'm leaving now. This is my new number; feel free to call me anytime if you need anything."

He knew the situation on his side. The only one he could fight was Masaki Keigo, who was still in the dungeon and hadn't come out yet. He hoped that Masaki Keigo could clear Skull Island later, otherwise he would come back and compete with him for the results.

"Sigh, they've all gone home to be with their families. When will I ever get a girlfriend?"

Walking in the pitch-black night, surrounded by families gathered together, their lights shining brightly, Yuan Dagu felt a strange sense of loneliness and solitude, and shook his head with a sigh.

He didn't feel it when he was in the inner world, but when he returned to the busy crowd, he always felt out of place, like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the tide.

In fact, this is something every Ultraman human host has to go through, but he is lucky that he can alleviate the emptiness in his life by focusing on his career.

However, after walking for a short while, three people suddenly blocked his way. One woman and two men glared at him fiercely as if he were an enemy.

One had a punk-style hairstyle and was shaking his head like someone with ADHD; another was a muscular man with a serious expression, staring at him with a questioning look; and there was another dressed like a witch from the old century, but why did her face look like she was crying?

(End of this chapter)