I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

During this time, David's life as the Amazon King was not very enjoyable. In fact, it seemed monotonous to her. She watched the Amazons dance every day, and a few days ago she was asked to play the piano, but she didn't know what the fun was in it.

Even though nothing special happened today, why am I in such a good mood?

[Template integration is 95% complete...]

"Isn't it possible?"

David didn't open his eyes, but asked in return.

He certainly had his reasons for being happy, but he wouldn't tell Diana.

The Black Emperor template has been integrated to over 90% degree. If he were to fight Ares again now, he wouldn't need to exert much effort at all.

There was no need to fight him for a long time to accumulate enough divine power for one or two strikes; he could kill the eldest son of the Heavenly Father much faster and cut him down from his horse.

What will the next template be?

This trip to Paradise Island was definitely worthwhile.

David smiled slightly, lost in thought.

Of course, the most important thing is that he made the right decision to conquer the Amazons. With the Amazons constantly providing emotional points, his template fusion speed was like switching from a bicycle to a motorcycle, and he sped up all the way.

"I remember there is another extraordinary race on this planet that is equally ancient and even more numerous."

David narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a child of God, Diana was exceptionally talented in many ways. In less than a month, she had mastered the dance to the point that even the most discerning dancers could not find any fault with her.

So David had her start learning the harp, which was also a kind of tedious torture to watch these Amazons, who had no talent for fighting, dance every day.

Diana played the harp, her expression complex as she gazed at the figure on the throne.

Upon returning to Paradise Island, she couldn't help but ask her mother about the doubts she had about the past: why Ares knew about her all along, and why he called her a weapon left by Zeus to deal with him.

Why she was Zeus's daughter was something her mother never told her.

Hippolyta was forced to reveal what she had kept hidden for many years: the gods had been killed by Ares and forced to leave this world, leaving only Diana, who was still in her womb.

Zeus chose Diana as the one to kill Ares, and gave her a series of artifacts that none of his other offspring possessed.

But Hippolyta did not believe her daughter could surpass Ares, who slaughtered the Olympian gods.

“My daughter, the daughter of the Father, so what? Ares is the offspring of the King and Queen of the Gods, and he possesses one of the most powerful divine positions.”

Hippolyta's face was filled with bitterness when she mentioned this.

So for so many years, she couldn't bear to part with her daughter and never told her about this. If David hadn't come, she might have waited until Ares found Paradise Island and had no other choice before telling her.

"Thank you."

As she played the harp, Diana's lips moved, and she suddenly spoke softly.

David was taken aback by the sudden question and turned around in confusion: "Thank me for what?"

"It should have been my mission to kill Ares and prevent him from waging war and harming others in the world."

She looked into the distance, recalling the battle with Ares that day.

From a young age, Diana aspired to be fearless like the heroes of Greek mythology, but this did not mean she was indifferent to death. She later reflected on what might have happened if David's battle had ended the way it did.

Even without that hellish demon, she most likely wouldn't be a match for Ares.

"Without you, I was tricked into laying down the Sword of Vulcan, and I might have lost the only weapon that could threaten him. The outcome would have been unpredictable..."

Diana is inclined to believe that after being deceived and losing her Godslayer, she would most likely have been defeated and killed by her evil half-brother.

"Don't underestimate your potential. You might be able to kill Ares even without me."

David said casually.

Diana still possesses untapped potential in her bloodline; as a descendant of Zeus, she shouldn't only have a powerful body.

Although in the original storyline, Diana was able to unleash her divine power to kill Ares because the World War I pilot died before her eyes, now that pilot is nowhere to be found.

"The Atlantis race..."

Diana gently shook her head, disagreeing with this, David silently thought to himself.

There's no rush. Atlantis is underwater, so there's no way to escape it. But he's been away from home for almost a month, so it's time to go back and visit.

I don't know how my parents are doing.

"Are you getting used to your job as Clark's reporter assistant?"

Of course, he was also curious about another thing: whether Clark had met Louise Wayne and sparked any romance.

After all, it's common knowledge that in every world, the Son of Krypton is almost always paired with Lois Lane.

……

"It's settled then. To celebrate our successful deal, how about we go for a drink at Blue River Restaurant?"

An elderly man with gray hair loosened his tie with satisfaction and addressed the businessman with whom he had just completed a large order.

The short, Mediterranean businessman was sweating profusely, his face pale, and he looked restlessly at the men in the room who resembled more like gangsters than bodyguards.

Looking at him, there was absolutely no sign of pleasure in his expression, and he swallowed hard.

"No, esteemed Mr. Glen Morgan, I have never touched a drop of alcohol."

At this moment, he didn't want to stay a moment longer; he just wanted to escape this man, who was seen by outsiders as a philanthropic tycoon and awarded the title of Mr. Metropolitan by the government, and immediately flee this oppressive room.

The way these people were looking at him made him feel like a rabbit that was about to be torn apart by a wild beast.

"This is my invitation."

Glen Morgan's face, which had been all smiles, darkened slightly. In his moment of joy, someone dared to embarrass him, even though that person had just brought him a business deal that brought him tens of millions of dollars in profit.

Several bodyguards, who looked like thugs, took a step forward with cold expressions.

The short man trembled violently, terrified and at a loss for what to do.

suddenly!

A tall figure leaped up from the building, broke through the window, and, amidst shattering glass, stormed into the room with an unstoppable momentum.

"Who are you?

Damn it, this is the 29th floor!

Glass shards flew everywhere, and the bodyguards in the room were thrown into a panic, remembering the person reported by the Daily Planet.

"Superman, is it Superman?"

Could the news in the Planet Daily be true?

A red cape, a blue t-shirt, an "S" symbol on the chest... Everyone's gaze shifted, a hint of alarm appearing on their faces.

Legend has it that he is faster than a train, can jump higher than a bird, and his body can withstand bullets.

"Superman?"

Hearing the screams of the crowd, a strange look flashed across Clark's face.

He knew that this was the nickname Louise Lane had given him, and that he had never met the decisive female reporter in person.

But another identity of his intersected with his own, which gave him a strange feeling.

I'm so sorry that I missed today's update because of some inexplicable bad thing. I'll see if I'm in a good mood and can finish writing the second chapter and post it around 2 or 3 a.m. If I'm too tired, I'll have to do it tomorrow afternoon or evening. Sorry.

99. Regarding the matter of me being falsely accused of plagiarism

Regarding the matter of me being falsely accused of plagiarism

I'm going to say something, and I didn't mean to disturb you readers. I thought you could just read quietly.

In the past few days, someone reported me for plagiarism. It was later discovered that both of the other party's books were plagiarized and have now been taken down.

The comments section has already been affected, and some readers may have seen reports of plagiarism elsewhere. Many people in the author and reader communities are discussing this matter.

But perhaps we don't know the whole story.

Now that things have come to an end, I'd like to clarify something and give a brief overview of the story.

The whole thing started when the author of "Superman Brother, But I Became a Homelander" accused me of plagiarism and asked the editor to report and remove my book from the shelves. However, after looking at his so-called "color palette" (which is a comparison of the plagiarism in the two books), the editor did not think I had plagiarized.

He also posted accusations against me in the authors' group and on a certain online literature forum, and posted a color palette, trying to call on a group of authors and readers to use the weapon of public opinion to say that I am a plagiarist and deserve no good.

Indeed, some authors and their authors' friends who were misled and unaware of the truth flooded the book's comment section. Some were genuinely interested, while others made strange noises or even directly accused me of plagiarism and translating from Chinese.

During this period, I had to adjust the comment limit from one point to one hundred points, two hundred points to a maximum of five hundred points, but many casual readers and authors still preferred to give rewards to comment in the book's comment section.

(Regarding those comments, I've deleted most of them after the matter was resolved and brought to a close.)

After being implicated, my author friends and I, who believed I was innocent, had to post to prove our innocence and to help me prove my innocence.

The so-called plagiarism is all about plot points that were already in the original script.

When writing fanfiction about the same show, it's hard to avoid overlap with the original plot. It's easy to mention things that everyone knows, like the Northern Darkness Divine Skill at the bottom of the cliff in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, or Iron Man being trapped in a cave in Marvel.

Just because you wrote it doesn't mean I can't write it either. As a fan fiction author, it's unreasonable to treat the original plot as your own patent, no matter where you go.

His color palette was refuted point by point, and at the same time, my fellow authors and I unexpectedly discovered that the author of "Homelander," who had been accusing me of plagiarism, had actually plagiarized himself.

The book is a complete plagiarism, with both an old and a new one. The old book even plagiarized chapters from its own previous book, "My Superhero Can't Be That Bad." By copying the same content and reselling it, the book undoubtedly violates the website's rules and deceives its readers.