American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 121 The Crimson Death Demon! The God of Injustice!

The supercomputer screen in the Batcave was flashing a blinding red light.

Alarms blared one after another.

The tolling echoed between the steel walls like a death knell.

"what happened?"

Bruce rushed to the display screen and received a message that was slightly delayed due to the influence of the angels—the sky over Metropolis was shrouded in a green energy storm.

A terrifying doomsday.

After many years.

It came into his view again. The energy gushing from Doomsday's eyes tore through the sky, the ground collapsed, and buildings crumbled, as if the entire city was being devoured by the wrath of some ancient god.

Ordinary satellites are already obsolete.

Therefore, Bruce is now using an unusual type of technological satellite.

Bruce may be considered an average inventor on Earth, but he did take advantage of the Justice League's free medical check-up to use some of Cyborg's Apokolips technology.

This is Bruce, who truly treats wealth as his superpower—not only does he possess extraordinary intelligence, but he also knows how to swindle and cheat, and he supports many brilliant scientists behind the scenes.

With his immense wealth, he could easily amass wealth across the globe, even crowdfunding with teammates along the way, making him akin to a god. If Tony Stark embodies the spirit of a craftsman, then Bruce Wayne truly embodies the mindset of a leader. He possesses a mind with an even greater talent for resource integration than Tony Stark.

"roar~"

in the screen.

The day of destruction is roaring.

Or perhaps it's a painful scream.

"Come again?"

Bruce was just startled.

There was no panic whatsoever.

His strongest emotion was actually confusion—he had only been offline for a short while, so why did his Justice League teammates suddenly become like headless flies?

They were all suspended in mid-air, looking like they were waiting to be wiped out. On the ground, there was only one strange thing from the Kent family, holding Doomsday and doing something puzzling.

That mouth.

Across the screen.

Bruce felt like the liquid was about to be sucked onto his face.

Bruce found it difficult to comment on this, but Ian's existence did reassure him a little—if Ian was truly the one worthy of God's use of the word "transaction," then this boy must be hiding unimaginable secrets, and the cosmic favor he possessed must certainly be considerable.

He will inevitably surpass himself, Superman, and even the entire Justice League.

"I saw two Doomsdays, they were exploiting a bug in the universe by attacking each other in Metropolis..." Bruce was able to monitor remotely and analyze the changes taking place on Doomsday and Ian. It was precisely because he fully understood the situation that Bruce quickly regained his calm and collected mind.

This allowed him to see beyond the surface and grasp the essence of things.

They're all indestructible monsters, capable of gaining unscientific powers in battle time and time again. Doesn't Superman Clarke also keep a miniature Doomsday at home?
"The other two kids in the Kent family are also incredibly powerful. Clark might be interested in that. It seems I need to raise my assessment of Superman's danger level a bit."

“His mind may be normal, but his educational philosophy is clearly distorted,” Bruce murmured to himself as he turned and walked toward the armory, his black cloak drawing a sharp arc behind him.

We definitely need to provide support.

After all, Batman wouldn't put his hopes on a mentally ill kid.

Even if he came from heaven.

He turned and walked toward the armory, his steps firm, as always.

"Click~"

The locking mechanism of the anti-Superman armor was released, and it quietly awaited its master to use it to truly beat Superman up. The black metal shell gleamed with a faint blue hue under the cold light.

The built-in system has completed its final debugging.

"The nanotechnology is still not strong enough. I need to find a way to get that kid to pull out the technology and show it off in front of me." Even at a time like this, Bruce didn't forget to make calculations.

He didn't hesitate.

The armor donning program was activated, and the Anti-Superman armor automatically wrapped around his body, with slight compression sounds coming from the joints, each armor plate fitting perfectly against the contours of his muscles.

"Click~"

Bruce's armor began to activate.

only.

The power boost and enhancement it brings, as well as the targeted designs on its body, are quite good. However, "quite good" also means "not good enough".

Ultimately, it wasn't Bruce's perfect vision.

It's the kind of thing you have to make do with, like an old woman.

"I will complete you."

Bruce had his own "goddess" in his heart, and his gaze fell on an unfinished product in the corner—it was unfinished in fact just a clothes hanger and some raw materials.

The only truly complete part is probably the design plan.

“Superman isn’t strong enough, and I’m not rich enough…” There’s a reason Bruce would use Ian’s money-making scheme: Gotham City can’t support his doomsday contingency plan.

Having money can really be considered a superpower.

That's true, at least for Bruce.

In the DC universe, Batman's funds can be fully converted into real combat power. For this reason, the ultimate armor he envisions would require 60% of the total military budget of all countries in the world. That would give Bruce a powerful combat capability that would be able to deal with any crisis, or at least all past crises.

It is sufficient to cope with the end of the world.

To counter the entire Justice League. Of course, forging this armor would also require the assistance of the entire Justice League, but that wouldn't be a big problem for Bruce.

after all.

Bruce knew very well that he didn't even need to deceive his comrades; he only needed to say that they needed to do this, and the other members of the Justice League would provide him with assistance.

Even though the members knew the armor might be used against them—this is the true bond between Justice League members, a bond far more profound than the one Ian talks about. It's the most peculiar trust in the DC Universe, not because Bruce is trustworthy, but because he is Batman.

Bruce believed he could achieve his goal given enough money. The only problem was that his comrades were getting stronger faster than he could keep up with his ideas and plans.

Especially Superman.

The forging of armor needs to be carried out inside a star like the Sun.

It's obvious that Clark doesn't have that ability. Of course, based on the current situation, Bruce knows he might soon see Clark develop that kind of power, but he doesn't actually think it's a good thing. Superman's unconventional rate of growth must have more worrying reasons behind it.

Yes.

There must be a reason.

Although the reason is still unknown, it doesn't stop Batman from starting to worry.

"Perhaps the answer lies in the three Supermen of Metropolis at this moment..." Bruce's equipment was clearly able to distinguish between clones and isotopes.

As he retrieved the equipment, his mind raced. Multitasking was basic for Batman, and he deftly stuffed a pile of gear into the Batmobile.

Kryptonite spear, anti-speed field generator, Amazonian binding lock... these are also things you can't forget to bring. Bruce has had enough of his teammates being mind-controlled.

His increasingly severe paranoia may stem from his past experiences. After some thought, he also installed backup plans on several stealth drones and underground drilling rigs.

of course.

There are also several locations that even Bruce himself doesn't know the exact location of, and he can't tell anyone. At the same time, some spare supplies have also been prepared. This wave is one that even Bruce himself is on guard against.

He understands.

Even if only you know something, it doesn't mean it won't be spied on. The best approach is to keep it a secret from yourself, so that you can always come up with an unexpected backup plan.

Everything is settled.

Bruce was finally ready to set off.

Actually, he was very quick.

The preparation time was now limited to just a few minutes. During this time, Bruce continuously monitored the situation via satellite, watching the figure rolling around on the ground, embracing Doomsday.

His expression grew increasingly calm.

After all, Superman is clearly not in a hurry, so what right does he have to be in a hurry? In any case, the situation is still under control in the suburbs, and there are no employees in Luthor's factory.

Bruce, who had already fought Doomsday once in the past, wasn't too afraid of it. He knew how to deal with such a creature.

He looked around.

Bruce even had time to move a machine onto the car. He lied to the Flash that he was coming back to build a machine to invade dreams, but in reality, he had already built the machine.

It was built several years ago.

Don't ask why we built it.

I asked just in case.

This is not.

The time had come to use it, and Bruce once again proved that he possessed only foresight, not insanity. He drove the Batmobile straight out of the underground.

I didn't go through the side door.

Instead, they entered through the main gate.

Because a visitor was pacing back and forth outside the gates of Wayne Manor—wearing a red and blue uniform, a cloak fluttering in the wind, and a face full of helplessness.

He is Superman Clark.

"What do you mean by filling the entrance to the Batcave with kryptonite?" Clark felt that Bruce's actions were indeed a form of retaliation for his previous illegal intrusion.

As it turned out, Clark was right.

"It means what you're thinking."

Batman didn't stop the car; he simply rolled down the window, as if afraid Superman wouldn't hear him—his Batmobile had undergone truly special soundproofing.

The way Jordan handled buying discounted soundproofing mats is different.

Bruce only uses high-end products.

It still falls into the category of high-end products that are very targeted.

"..."

Superman flew alongside the Batmobile, turning to stare at Bruce inside. "I know you have a lot of Kryptonite, but isn't this a bit too much?"

Clark realized he had underestimated Bruce.

God knows what he encountered at the gate when he tried to break down the door.

That's all.

Bruce spoke without batting an eye, displaying the typical demeanor of a seasoned capitalist. Superman Clark, of course, wouldn't believe a single word he said, not even a punctuation mark.

"I think you understand the situation. I'll be waiting for you in Metropolis... By the way, the situation with that Doomsday was completely different from mine. You should have a strategy for dealing with it too, right?"

Superman is preparing to leave.

He still couldn't help but remind Bruce one last time.

This is clearly unnecessary.

Since Batman didn't even move his mouth, and the Batmobile continued to speed away, it was clear that he had already prepared what he needed for this kind of situation.

After all, Lord Gotham is no ordinary mental patient.

“Your youngest son can only hold off that monster. He’s like an unkillable mosquito; he can cause some damage, but not much. He can’t defeat a monster that is much stronger than him.”

"You should go help him."

Bruce used a vivid metaphor, saying that he started to drive people away. He saw that many "citizens" in Gotham who went out at night abandoned their daily lives after discovering Superman.

He abandoned all weapons like knives, guns, cannons, and tanks, running incredibly fast, which made this local superhero feel slightly annoyed.

Although people would run away when they saw him, no one dared to yell "Abs Man" at him today, nor did anyone ask him if the Joker had been staying home taking care of the kids lately.

This is clearly the deterrent effect of Superman.

Although Bruce finally got some peace and quiet, he still felt a little offended. Watching the helpless Superman fly away, Bruce turned around and remembered the few "ordinary citizens" who had run away.

"I'll have a proper talk with these guys tomorrow." The Batmobile sped across the border between Gotham and Metropolis, its engine roaring and tearing through the silence of the night.

Bruce Wayne's gaze was fixed ahead, as the green storm in the sky above the metropolis gradually magnified in his field of vision, and there were sounds of helicopters attempting to scout ahead and then crashing.

Superman managed to rescue the Black man inside, but couldn't prevent the Black Hawk helicopter from crashing yet again. Just as Bruce was preparing and starting to adjust his weapons...

Suddenly, the air twisted violently, and a blurry yet incredibly fast figure burst out of the void, carrying the terrifying speed unique to the Speed ​​Force, and crashed into the Batmobile!
"boom!!!"

A crimson lightning bolt struck from the side, the sound of steel clashing against steel almost drowning out all other noise. The Batmobile instantly went out of control, tumbling and crashing into an abandoned building.

The reinforced concrete collapsed under the impact, sending dust flying everywhere. Glass shattered and buildings collapsed, but fortunately, the Batmobile was made of sturdy enough that it did not suffer much damage.

The only dent was found at the point where the impact occurred.

The smoke has not yet cleared.

A figure suddenly appeared, standing in front of the collapsed building. This person was wearing a red metallic uniform that covered his entire body, with only a pair of eyes burning with speed force visible beneath the mask.

He stood quietly in front of the ruins, as if waiting for something.

"Damn it!"

Inside the tank.

Bruce tensed all his muscles the instant before the impact, and the vehicle's safety system activated rapidly, with nanoscale cushioning material slowing down his already armored body.

but.

Even with double protection, the enormous impact still made him black out. It's easy to understand why his vehicle was able to smash an entire building in that instant.

"A Flash from a parallel universe? Or some other random speedster?" He kicked open the deformed car door, flipped onto the ground, and quickly scanned his surroundings through his tactical goggles.

Footsteps could be heard approaching the ruins of the building.

“Sizzle, sizzle—”

Crimson arcs of electricity flickered in the dust, and a figure slowly emerged.

“Bruce Wayne.” The attacker was clad in a dark red suit, the Speed ​​Force energy swirling around him like flames, and his eyes beneath the mask gleamed with a cold white light.

What Bruce noticed most was that the man had a huge bat on his chest, exactly the same pattern he usually had engraved on his equipment.

Don't try to enter into a story that isn't yours.

Deep, hoarse, like a voice coming from the depths of hell.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?" Batman didn't answer, but instead asked a seemingly straightforward question, his right hand already silently sliding towards his belt.

Do you want to know who I am?

"I am the last crimson glimpse those sinners saw before they died, I am... the Red Reaper!" The man in the steel armor spoke in a deep voice.

It also had a touch of electronic music.

"I created this armor, I created my own Speed ​​Force, and because of this, I am also cursed by the Speed ​​Force, and I will always be a step slower when it comes to saving myself."

"Such an idiot, who do you think I could be?"

The red-clad figure spoke with a self-deprecating tone.

If Ian weren't here, the wild paladin would definitely recognize this figure—the Red Death Demon, a genius just like him, who could steal his ideas even across dimensions in a parallel universe.

“You don’t seem to want to kill me.” Batman was stalling for time. He figured that if Superman wasn’t so vengeful, he should have heard what was happening by now.

Thinking like this.

His thoughts seemed to have been read by the other party.

"Click~"

The Red Death Demon disassembled his body and raised a small device.

Without him even needing to explain, Batman understood what he meant. This thing was probably some kind of high-tech device that could block Superman's senses or gaze.

So, should we fight?

Batman stared intently at the figure ahead.

I adjusted my goggles.

"beat."

The other party's answer was concise and clear.

"Then you can start."

Batman spoke in a low voice.

The Red Death Demon, however, did not take any action.

“I’m waiting for you to press the third hidden compartment in your belt. There’s a neurotoxin for speedsters hidden there. It can be used in conjunction with your stasis bomb, can’t it?”

Red Death stared at Batman.

It was as if they had already seen through Batman's mind and thoughts.

Hear the words.

Batman's pupils contracted sharply.

It's not because someone saw through me.

Rather, he had realized a terrible problem.

"Who are you!"

Batman pulled out a batarang and threw it. The strange fluctuations on it seemed to distort space, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Red Death.

"I told you, I am... Death!" Red Death raised his hand and grabbed the dart. The dart exploded, but he passed through the static force field attached to it and rushed directly towards Batman.

Speed ​​Force bursts forth.

His figure blurred instantly.

It came rushing in like a red lightning bolt.

"Click!"

A miniature static force field generator was activated, and the space within a five-meter radius instantly froze. The Red Death Demon's speed dropped sharply, clearly indicating that this force field could also affect him.

but.

The speed is still very fast.

When the Red Death attacks, wielding a red dart, Batman dodges to the side and simultaneously throws three explosive batarangs to block the opponent's movement.

"Pointless."

Red Death Demon sneered.

His figure vanished the instant before he was hit.

It broke free from the force field's influence once again.

He appeared instantly behind Bruce, his dart sweeping towards the back of Bruce's neck. The dart collided with the armor's protective shield, and a burst of sparks exploded in the air.

Seize this opportunity.

Batman immediately delivered a backhand elbow strike, causing a burst of high-voltage electricity to erupt from the armor's gauntlets.

"boom!"

The Red Death Demon was forced back several steps.

His armor absorbed most of the damage.

"The armor is pretty tough."

Red Death Demon was somewhat surprised and shook his wrist.

"You stole technology from Star Labs."

Batman regained his footing.

"And you stole Luther's steel technology."

The Red Death retorted.

The two of them simultaneously activated the new system.

Batman's visors glowed blue—Anti-Speed ​​Force visual mode. Red Death's suit displayed the bat emblem—it was Batman's tactical prediction AI!

Close-quarters combat erupted once more. Batman's every move was anticipated, but each prediction was countered by a new variation. As their fists and feet clashed, their armor constantly unleashed new functions.

A red electric whip materialized in the Red Death Demon's hand.

That's high voltage electricity.

It's not the Speed ​​Force.

He slapped Batman hard across the chest.

However, instead of dodging, Batman suddenly spread his arms, and a specially made metal arm armor instantly unfolded, its surface covered with a high-density magnetic coating.

The electric current whips onto it, the energy is absorbed and converted, instantly exploding into a counter-attack arc!
"Boom~"

The Red Death Demon was knocked back several steps.

My body feels slightly numb.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Fancy."

Red Death commented. "An idea from a comic book, very useful, isn't it?" Batman calmly replied. Then, he leaped up, activated his jet propulsion system, and used the momentum to close in on Red Death. In mid-air, he threw three sonic darts—each tuned to a different frequency, forming a cross-interference network.

They can disrupt a person's thinking.

The same applies to speedsters.

Red Death Demon's movements became noticeably sluggish.

but.

He didn't need to think now, because he had already calculated the trajectory. He quickly changed direction and easily dodged the first and second darts, but the third dart made his eyes narrow.

"wrong."

Red Death Demon spoke in a deep voice.

He suddenly realized that this was not a real attack.

The real killer move was a faint gravitational field hidden behind the third dart, which briefly stopped him for 0.3 seconds.

In those 0.3 seconds, Batman landed, quickly activating a special trap buried in the ground. The entire area was instantly filled with static force, hindering Red Death's movements once again.

"You even planned the terrain in advance?"

The Red Death Demon narrowed his eyes.

"of course."

Batman's tone remained unchanged.

"You think I can only rely on equipment?"

His question silenced the Red Death for a moment.

“You know I can break through this force field, right?” Red Death wasn’t flustered. His armor was helping him break through, and in the meantime, he watched Batman return to the Batmobile.

“I not only know this, I also know that you know I know this, so the fact that you haven’t done anything yet proves that you’re also curious about what I’m going to do next.”

Batman pulled out a vial of medicine.

The Red Death Demon stared at the potion, his eyes flickering slightly.

"A superhuman drug? You even have that?"

His tone was clearly surprised.

"Only five minutes."

Batman is injecting himself.

"The side effects must be significant."

Red Death Demon made his judgment once again.

He was right.

Batman did not deny this.

"It seems my determination to win is greater than yours." After saying this, Batman suddenly sprinted forward, moving with lightning speed. At this moment, Red Death also broke free from the stasis field.

The Red Death Demon charged forward, and the two clashed again, exchanging blows and kicks. Each collision turned the ruins into dust. They were constantly probing, correcting, and counterattacking, like two sophisticated fighting machines. Every move was a test of each other's psychological and tactical limits, combining technological equipment with the ultimate test of each other's skills.

"You're more difficult than I imagined."

The Red Death Demon's voice remained as calm as ever.

Without a word, Batman unleashed two miniature missiles from the back of his armor, locking onto the target and launching them instantly. Combined with a static bomb, he appeared to be unleashing firepower meant to send his opponent to their doom.

of course.

Just as Batman predicted, the Red Death wasn't so easily killed. His figure vanished again, the missile struck empty air, and the shockwave of the explosion tore apart the surrounding ruins. The next second, Bruce's tactical goggles alarm went off—at the very moment the Red Death was attacked, another Red Death emerged from behind Bruce.

The locked-on Red Death Demon was merely a time remnant.

"The same old thing, but it never goes out of style."

The Red Death, who had launched the sneak attack, swiftly removed all the gadgets from Batman's body, then raised his hand and, just in time to react, smashed it into Batman's face.

"boom--!"

Batman crossed his arms to block, but the enormous impact still sent him flying, crashing through more than ten buildings before finally coming to a stop. As the buildings continued to collapse, Batman coughed up blood.

He crashed through the wall and finally tumbled onto a basketball court—where the Red Death was already waiting, raising his foot and stepping directly on Batman's chest.

“It’s over. You still have three unused weapon bays, but that’s meaningless. You’re always one step ahead of everyone else, but this time I prepared even earlier than you.” Red Death’s metal boots slammed heavily onto Batman’s chest armor, and even Anti-Superman’s suit was on the verge of cracking.

“I also have the Superman drug, and I’m even less afraid of death than you.” Red Death’s voice remained calm as he applied three more points of force to the sole of his boot, causing Batman’s respirator to sound an alarm.

"Because you're about to die?"

Bruce saw the Speed ​​Force arcs seeping from the gaps in the opponent's suit—it wasn't ordinary lightning, but a dark red energy mixed with blood, like the color of a scab on a wound.

"That's how you fight against extraterrestrial invasions; you can easily get caught if you're not careful." Red Death didn't try to hide anything; he still stepped on Batman's chest to remove Batman's hidden weapon belt.

The immense power of the Red Reaper made Bruce feel suffocated. Although his armor could withstand tremendous impact, it seemed powerless against the electric shocks from the Speed ​​Force.

They should wear two, no, three layers of armor.

Bruce was filled with remorse.

He was annoyed that he hadn't been careful enough.

He tried to struggle.

However, the drugs the other person was taking were indeed much stronger than his.

It was simply impossible to resist.

"It's a real shame. You are clearly not as strong as me, but I am not as lucky as you... People like us, once we are arrogant, we will definitely be arrogant again."

Red Death spoke to Batman, his voice deep and clear, as if each word froze in the air. The voice beneath the mask carried electronic noise, yet it couldn't mask the familiar tone.

Low-pitched.

hoarse.

It's an amazing Gotham bubble sound.

“If I were lucky enough, you would be the one being trampled on right now.” Batman was trying to analyze the meaning behind the other person’s words when Red Death raised his arm.

What do you want to do?

Batman's voice remained sufficiently steady.

His fingers groped in the shadows beside him.

The Crimson Death Demon did not answer immediately, but slowly rotated his hand, as if he was thinking and making a decision. The next moment, a scimitar radiating a blood-red light sprang from his wrist.

"Dang~"

The red blade flowed with energy similar to the Speed ​​Force, but more viscous, like congealed blood, as if countless people had died by this weapon.

“Your opponent is not me, but I have a gift for you…” he said, his eyes flashing with a complex light, and the scimitar in his hand began to vibrate rapidly.

Batman's eyes flickered slightly.

Instead of begging for mercy, he attempted to extract information, silently producing an anti-speed force bomb in his hand. After all, even he himself didn't know how many bombs he had.

This move was indeed very effective. The Crimson Death Demon seemed to have already noticed this move, but he did not stop it. He simply smiled faintly and looked at the man at his feet with deep eyes.

"Batman always wins, right?" Before the words were even finished, Red Death suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, the blade drawing a dark red trail in the moonlight.

He first stabbed at Batman, but this was clearly just a bluff. After stabbing Batman's hand holding the bomb, he simply knocked the Anti-Speed ​​Force bomb away.

immediately.

Under Bruce's watchful gaze, whose pupils constricted, the Red Reaper raised his scimitar once more, slashing it towards his own neck and severing his own head.

"This is my gift to you as a loser."

With a significant advantage.

The Red Death Demon, who said he was already nearing the end of his life, actually chose to commit suicide!
Blood spurted out.

It splashed all over Batman's face.

Bruce realized this wasn't part of the enemy's tactic when blood splattered onto his bat-like mask. Dark red liquid trickled down his goggles, and his red body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Bruce's expression remained unchanged.

He hesitated for only a second, then quickly rolled over and ran towards the head that had rolled to the distance, while also casually patting a small metal ball onto his own body.

immediately.

With the help of nanobots, the armor began to rapidly repair its damage.

"Red Reaper..."

Bruce stepped on the rolling head, crouched down, and carefully removed the mask. Batman's eyes didn't waver, but his expression was noticeably more serious.

"Sure enough, first three Supermen, and now, this is the second... Bruce Wayne." Batman's pupils reflected a face that didn't surprise him at all.

A face that bore a striking resemblance to his own appeared before him, its brows revealing a familiar coldness and madness. This face was almost identical to his own.

It's just more weathered and much more ferocious.

"Batman always wins?" Batman didn't leave the corpse lying on the street; he cleaned up the Red Death's body and even collected all the gushing blood.

As Bruce returned to his still-functioning vehicle, he kept pondering this sentence in his mind. He could sense that it was an important message being revealed by his other self.

As for why suicide is a gift.

Batman didn't have time to think.

"Ah~!!"

He had already begun to suffer the backlash from using the drugs.

Not everyone can enjoy taking drugs.

"Damn it!"

Batman slumped into the cockpit, leaning heavily against the seat, his chest heaving violently. The effects of the Superman drug had completely worn off, leaving behind a tearing pain—as if every nerve was burning and every muscle was breaking apart. He gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his fingers trembling as he rummaged through the storage compartments.

Finally, he caught the bottle labeled "Repair Agent," opened it, selected the correct one from hundreds of poisons, and checked it with an instrument.

Only then did he use his trembling, pain-soaked hands to put it into his mouth.

It was swallowed into his stomach.

One minute later.

The pain has eased slightly.

The aftereffects of the genetic breakdown have been temporarily suppressed.

Batman was panting heavily.

He was just about to start the Batmobile when he suddenly sensed something was wrong—his genes were being repaired, far exceeding the effects of the repair drugs, and the aftereffects that should have been permanent and irreparable were dissipating.

not only that.

"I'm getting stronger..."

Batman quickly realized what he was going through. His cells were reorganizing, his bones were strengthening, and his already near-human-limited neural reaction speed was multiplying.

It was as if the power of more than a dozen of oneself was superimposed at this moment.

"Is this the reason why the Justice League from other parallel universes invaded our universe?" Bruce was not happy, but shocked, and his heartbeat calmed down.

Consciousness gradually became clearer.

Intelligence has naturally regained its dominance.

"The gift that guy was talking about..." Batman suddenly looked back at the corpse that had been loaded into a transparent sealed box. As if he had suddenly realized something, he patted himself a few times.

You don't know until you touch it, and once you do, you really do discover something. Batman actually touched something—a small device had appeared inside one of the armor's medicine compartments.

It's that shielding device.

Or it may not just have a shielding effect.

A yellowed piece of paper was still pasted on the device at this time.

[This is my gift, thirteen of our potential, can we defeat him?] Bruce recognized the handwriting on the note; it was the handwriting he used when backing up important things in writing.

Staring at the words on the note.

Bruce frowned, a sense of unease rising within him. He didn't know who "he" the Red Death Demon was referring to, but he knew that this time, although he was the one who had survived.

but.

He may have actually lost completely. The other Bruce, wearing the Speedster armor, had planned everything, and the current situation is exactly what that Bruce ultimately wanted.

After all.

In the end, the Batman who had made thorough preparations in advance won the victory.

"Batman always wins?"

He was able to realize that this was a very crucial piece of information.

Behind this information.

There must be an answer hidden within that can reveal the secret.

Just as Batman's brain was racing.

"Drip drop~"

His car's onboard instruments sounded an alarm.

"Ok?"

Batman looked over immediately, his brows furrowing once more.

"A second Arthur has appeared?"

I saw.

As seen from satellite images.

Waves were summoned from the river separating the two cities, flowing upstream on the shore to form giant land waves that defied the laws of physics, and on the crest of the wave stood another sea king, Arthur, with blood-red eyes.

He's on his way to—Kent House!
……

The air was thick with dust and the smell of decay; their once cozy home was now nothing but ruins. The aquatic king and queen had clearly recovered well inside the aquarium.

but.

They didn't look happy.

Both of them were sitting at the dilapidated dining table.

There are no chairs.

There's only a pile of concrete to sit on.

“Ian said before that if you wake up, he would need to feed you some of these things to help you regain your energy. He is our gentlest little brother.”

Jonathan Kent handed the two superheroes plates he had salvaged from the rubble.

It was filled with fish feed.

The super expensive kind.

Aquaman and Mera exchanged a glance, their expressions both quite fascinating, a mixture of reluctance and a desire to avoid being impolite.

"This...is it food?"

The sea queen asked cautiously.

She seemed unsure.

“You’ll get used to it. Clark was a liar too. He always said work and life should be separate, and now we know why.” The Flash was now bouncing around energetically. As he spoke, he glanced at the boy not far away, who was holding a chainsaw and staring intently at him, his gaze following him wherever he went.

"Ian said you guys usually like to eat these things?" Jonathan, being the most normal child in the family, actually had some doubts, but he quickly felt ashamed for doubting Ian.

"Just an occasional snack, not bad." To appear easygoing, Arthur forced a smile, picked up a handful, stuffed them into his mouth, and tried to look like he was enjoying it.

He is a grateful person.

He knew it was his nephew, whom he had never met, who had saved him and his beautiful wife.

"It doesn't taste good."

Queen Mera also gave it a try, but she was outspoken and saw Arthur frantically giving her meaningful glances. She also knew that her husband sometimes had a people-pleasing personality.

"Never mind, I need to use the restroom. Is there another restroom here?" the sea queen said softly, trying to take the opportunity to avoid eating snacks, hoping that her husband would have finished all the feed by the time she finished using the restroom.

"The toilet should be further back."

Jonathan got up and led the way.

However, at that very moment, a deafening sound came from the distant street.

Everyone looked up and saw a huge wave surging from the end of the street, like a tsunami descending upon the world. On the crest of that wave, a figure walked on the waves, holding a golden trident in his hand.

"What's going on?" The Queen of the Sea stared wide-eyed at the figure, then looked at Arthur eating fish food beside her, and for a moment she couldn't tell which one was her husband.

"Die, you bitch!" the otherworldly sea king roared, hurling his trident with deadly force, piercing the sea queen's chest and pinning her to the ruined wall.

"Alright, this isn't my husband." The sea queen coughed up blood and struggled to raise her hand to try and control the water around the otherworldly sea king, only to find that she couldn't take control at all.

"No!!! How dare you!" The original Arthur of this universe roared, ignoring the shock of why there was another version of himself. He charged directly at the enemy, only to be punched back by the enemy and embedded in the wall of the Queen of the Sea along with her.

"There are bad guys again!"

Jordan roared and charged forward, only to be instantly swept away by the giant wave and slammed to the ground. The otherworldly Aquaman held Jordan's head down, and Jordan struggled, letting out furious roars.

His scarlet eyes had already lit up.

just.

Perhaps the anger wasn't enough.

Therefore, he was unable to break free of the restraints and soar into the sky.

"They're all going to die!"

The Sea King from another world was filled with insane rage.

At this critical moment.

A dark shadow flew out of the house.

Just as the otherworldly sea king was about to make a move, something hit him on the head. Although it didn't hurt or itch, he still felt humiliated when he saw the statue rolling on the ground.

"You're using the Eastern goddess Mazu to attack me, the Western sea king? Die! You stupid ant!"

The Sea King from another world had eyes filled with resentment.

He raised his hand to summon the trident.

The next moment, he was ready to shoot Jonathan, who was standing not far away.

However, just as the deadly golden light was about to be released, before he could even make a move, a sharp pain shot through his chest—a powerful hand pierced through his chest.

He turned around in astonishment.

It was a figure descending from the sky.

He was also carrying a person in his hand.

"why?"

The otherworldly Aquaman stared at the other in disbelief, coughing up mouthfuls of blood that resembled seawater, his voice filled with confusion and pain. The landing Superman did not respond; as he withdrew his arm, his movements were as precise as a surgeon's. His face remained perfectly sculpted, yet devoid of all warmth.

Subsequently.

The Superman threw the person in his hand at Jonathan, the movement as casual as if he were throwing away trash.

"dad?"

Jonathan and Jordan were both stunned.

“Your dad wouldn’t grab me by the back of the neck and then throw me to the ground so roughly!”

Louise got up from the ground and quickly reminded her son—under the green moonlight, the silent Superman was intimidating, exuding a chilling aura.

This superman.

He has an indifferent look in his eyes, as if he is unmoved by anything.

That was certainly not a kind old father.

"We are teammates... We are the strongest individuals who have survived time and time again in the current elimination mechanism of the multiverse. We are the supreme alliance that should truly unite!"

The fallen sea king from another world was still in disbelief.

"Ah."

Superman slowly landed in front of him, his boots landing on Aquaman's long golden hair. His eyes held no emotion, only absolute indifference and calm.

"Paji~"

Aquaman's head exploded like a watermelon.

His brain was crushed by this mysterious superman.

“Now, you’re a dead teammate.” Superman slowly raised his blood-stained boots, looking as cruel as a Homelander who had been a Homelander for five hundred years in a world full of Homelanders.

In the air.

The atmosphere was unusually oppressive.

[P.S.: I was late today, so this is a rushed update. I'll make up for it with the monthly votes and comments tomorrow.]

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