From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 451 The Significance of Fabricating History

To thrive in a world like DC, the most important thing is to have power, and specifically, power rooted in the local community.

An outsider like him, who sneaks in through clever means, may be able to live a good life if he has the ability and skills, but it's not easy for him to cause trouble.

He could only rely on local forces, and coincidentally, there was a local force here that perfectly met his needs.

Highlanders!
This is an extremely special group. Heaven knows why. Although they are natives, they are sensitive to the Force and have unlimited lifespans. However, from the beginning, this group went down the wrong path, making each of them like hermits, unnoticed by others. This gave him the opportunity to disguise himself.

All he has to do is use this disguise to the fullest extent.

Using these highlanders to establish a power, a power recognized by the locals—not by the United States, but by the will of the world—is called a backdoor listing.

That's why he started to painstakingly fabricate the history of the Highlanders.

Of course, simply fabricating history isn't enough; one also needs to cover up the original history with their own fabricated history. This kind of sophisticated operation is something he certainly couldn't do alone. In fact, he didn't need to do it. The real operation was carried out by Kevin and Karakai, who were far away on Earth-38. And in this process, the power of the fifth dimension was key—that's the so-called imagination that transcends time!
Whitney couldn't help but laugh whenever she thought about the dimensions constructed by imagination that transcend time.

Who gave you the audacity to say such a thing!

The mighty river of time rises high above chaos; even a single tributary can drown you, let alone your imagination!
But clearly, this power is very well suited to the task of weaving history.

So Karakhai returned to Earth-38 to prepare for this, and all he had to do was spread the history he had woven across the Earth.

Just like what he's doing now.

Fiona, lying on the ground, looked terrible; in fact, she was practically on her last legs, but she wasn't dead yet, and Whitney had no intention of killing her.

He merely glanced coldly at Fiona lying on the ground, then took Lana's hand and said, "Let's go. We'll explain the Sith and the Force in detail when we get back."

"Then... what about her?" Lana asked hesitantly, pointing to Fiona on the ground. After all, Fiona was in such a state that she could die at any moment.

“She won’t die anytime soon; she’s the Witch Supreme!” Whitney said with a smirk.

On a practical level, Lana couldn't find any solution either. Should she call the police?

Just kidding, how are you going to explain all this overlaying of reality when the police arrive?
Should we call an ambulance?
The same is true.

So, she had no choice but to get into the car with Whitney and leave the scene.

Fiona, who was left looking bewildered and on the verge of death, finally got up from the ground after an unknown amount of time. Her face had completely lost its color, and she looked withered and sallow, as if she might collapse at any moment.

But she knew she couldn't give up yet.

She still has a chance to live. Her daughter has a witch with healing abilities. At the very least, she can use her remaining power to absorb a few more witches and sustain her life. So, she cannot die now...

Back in the car, Whitney and Lana were no longer interested in being intimate. What had happened today was too sudden, and Lana needed to go back and process it.

After sending Lana home, Whitney also returned to her home on the small farm.

Mrs. Fordman had prepared dinner; since her husband's death, the small farm and Whitney had become everything to her.

Faced with an extra mother, what could Whitney do but temporarily grit his teeth and accept it? After dinner, he returned to his bedroom. It was dusk, the sun was setting, and the sky was ablaze with sunset colors. Tomorrow would be another beautiful day.

"Unfortunately, the gears of fate have already turned, but Smallwell is not ready yet. I wonder which unlucky guy the team will choose as the scarecrow this time!" He knew everything that happened at the beginning of the original story. Jeremy, who played with electricity, would take down the old teammate who bullied him back then tonight, and would attack the freshman party tomorrow night. But unfortunately, he ran into Clark and failed in his mission.

Another event is the beginning of the friendship between Clark and Lex Luthor, because Clark saved Lex's life, which also marked the beginning of their ill-fated relationship.

Of course, there's one more crucial thing: tonight, Jonathan will tell Clark about his past. Clark, with mixed feelings, runs to Lana wanting to confide in her, but can't bring himself to say it…

That's superhuman.

Unfortunately, Karakai has already taken the spaceship from his barn, and Jonathan should have found out about this. So, it's unclear what method he will use to gain Clark's trust.

Of course, all of this can be ignored. The most important thing is that today will be the day that changes Whitney's fate, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

"Whitney..."

In her ears came Mrs. Fordman's shouts, her voice trembling slightly, yet tinged with excitement.

"You're here!" Whitney smiled and went downstairs.

"Whitney, these two are here to see you. They're talking about patent licensing."

Outside the door, a man and a woman appeared, dressed like cattle and horses.

“Hello, Mr. Whitney, we are employees of the Umbrella Corporation. My name is Ian, and this is Connie. We are here to discuss patent licensing with you.”

Whitney smiled and said, "What's there to talk about? I've already discussed it with your chairman. Show me the contract."

Ian paused for a moment, while Connie stepped forward and handed the document to Whitney. "Mr. Whitney, Mr. Winston asked us to give this to you. Please take a look."

Whitney glanced at her, took the document, read it through, then took the pen Connie handed her and signed her name.

"Okay, the first authorization fee should arrive within three days, right?"

“Of course, it’s all ready,” Connie said with a smile.

Whitney nodded. "Okay, that's settled then."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ian, who seemed hesitant to speak, and asked, "Mr. Ian, is there anything else?"

“Oh, nobody.” Ian chuckled awkwardly. “Just wanted to congratulate Mr. Whitney on becoming the Technical Director of Umbrella Communications. We’ve prepared an office for you in Metropolis, and you can come to work anytime.”

“I’m still a student, I’ll wait until I graduate,” Whitney said.

"In addition, together with Mr. Winston, I hope that the Smallwell project can start as soon as possible."

“Okay, sir, then I won’t bother you any longer.” Connie nodded and smiled, then said goodbye to Ian and left.

"Whitney..."

Seeing Mrs. Winterman's questioning face, Whitney explained, "I improved the existing communication terminal and applied for a patent. Mr. Winston, the president of the Umbrella Corporation, saw the potential of this patent, so he came to me for cooperation. From now on, we won't have to worry about money."

(End of this chapter)