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

The gruesome sight of the dead made Cyborg look away.

"Hmm, what's going on?"

Clark woke up in mid-air and was startled to see what looked like a piece of the ground below had been dug out.

“David? I’ve been controlled.”

His expression changed, and he suddenly realized what might have happened.

"Don't worry, you didn't hurt anyone."

Seeing the worry on Clark's face, David knew what he was thinking. He reached out and grabbed the mask that the psionic pirate had been wearing earlier, which flew to his eyes. David examined it for a moment.

The mask used to glow every time that guy used his ability, and it remained intact even in a supergravity field. This mask must be an object with special abilities, and it might be included in his collection.

"Wear me, and I will give you everything you want."

Immortality, wealth, power—I will help you rule this world.

The mask shimmered with a faint light, emanating seductive thoughts, like a devil tempting people to fall.

"pity……"

David frowned as he removed the mask from mid-air.

“My collection doesn’t need anything conscious.”

It's too dangerous to keep this at home. What if my parents find out and are tempted by the light ring's mental defenses? Maybe I should just throw it into the treasure vault on Paradise Island and let the Amazons guard it, just like with the Mother Box before.

"The rest is up to you."

The culprit who drove millions of people in the metropolis to madness has been brought to justice, and David turns and flies away.

He had finished the most difficult part and had no interest in dealing with the remaining trivial matters.

"Was this done by someone who transcends?"

Wanting to know what had happened, The Flash rushed over and just in time to see David leave.

"He resolved the crisis again, but left us with this mess."

Steelbone looked at the neighborhood that had vanished for miles around and felt a headache coming on. How were they going to explain this to the Metropolitan City government? At least tens of thousands of people had lost their homes and property.

"I think they will at least know how to be grateful."

The Flash scratched his head.

Regardless, the Beyonder saved Metropolis. Without him, things might have turned out very differently; even Superman might have been controlled.

Compared to the millions, or even more, who died in the chaos, they should be able to accept this outcome.

"Hopefully."

Batman said, clearly not optimistic about the outcome, and turned his gaze to another figure in the sky.

"Are you feeling better, Superman?"

Looking at the corpse at the bottom of the giant pit, Clark came to his senses: "I'm fine."

He was just a little scared that his identity had been discovered by the criminals, his parents had been exposed, and he had been taken into custody. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

"Thanks to David, otherwise... today might have been the day I regret the most."

He covered his forehead, his expression complex.

After David left, Clark, Batman, Cyborg, and other members of the League who rushed back after hearing the news worked together to quell the riots in the city and prevent more people from getting injured.

When the citizens of the metropolis recovered, they found the city devastated and in ruins.

Everyone was in a state of relief, feeling like they had survived a catastrophe. Looking back on what they had done when they lost their minds, it felt like a terrifying nightmare.

A series of issues arising during the riots, including those related to family, the economy, and the law, have troubled millions of citizens. The Justice League was unable to help and left the problem to the city government and the citizens to solve themselves.

The citizens of Metropolis have never hated a person as much as they do today. The shadow cast by the psionic pirates is almost as long as that of Brainiac, who turned Metropolis into a city in a bottle, and the damage and impact he caused are even greater.

At the same time, they are extremely grateful to the transcendent beings who saved them.

However, some citizens, having lost their homes and shops, and becoming homeless and homeless with their wives and children, were filled with resentment towards the surpassers, but this resentment did not last long.

When a piece of gold the size of a house fell from the sky and landed in the square in front of the municipal government building, with a sign that it was for disaster repair and compensation, the dissatisfaction of some citizens immediately disappeared and they shut up. They all received generous compensation, far exceeding their previous losses, and with beaming faces, they began to sing praises of the transcendent!

The person who had previously disregarded the lives of ordinary citizens immediately became a decisive, wise, benevolent, and virtuous hero in their eyes.

"David, how did you do that?"

Back home, Clark asked incredulously.

Where did you get the money?

Even Bruce, the richest man in the league, couldn't possibly produce a piece of gold like that.

That enormous piece of gold was worth hundreds of billions of dollars, almost equivalent to the wealth accumulated by the Wayne family over two hundred years and several generations. When Batman saw that dreamlike piece of gold, he remained silent for a long time.

"If you knew more about mineralogy outside of class, you wouldn't ask this question."

Under the starry night sky, on the second floor of the warehouse, David leaned against a wall with his arms crossed.

"More than 99 percent of gold resources are located in the Earth's crust. That piece of gold was extracted from the Earth's mantle and squeezed into shape."

"If you want it, I can send you one ten times bigger than that tomorrow."

In fact, as the king of a technologically advanced kingdom like Atlantis, he could mobilize more resources and wealth than any political leader of any country on Earth. However, he was too lazy to make a trip to Atlantis, so he simply extracted a piece of gold from the Earth's core.

“This isn’t like you.” Clark paused for a moment, then asked.

They actually paid attention to some discordant voices online.

"That piece of gold is nothing to me."

David looked toward the house.

"But it can reduce the annoying noise directed at me."

My parents often check online comments about us; sometimes being famous isn't a good thing.

As parents, Jonathan and Martha must have felt hurt to see the comments criticizing him.

Okay, Clark scratched his head, realizing why his brother had done it.

……

"The church did indeed release news about 'salvation'."

In the Justice League lobby, Cyborg solemnly waved his hand, displaying dozens of different news items from all over the country.

"I thought it would be earlier."

They released this news, which was a month old, only half a month after the Metropolitan Chaos; it seems they weren't confident they could steal the headlines from our Superpower.

Hal Jordan sat in a chair with his arms crossed, a teasing look on his face towards David.

Long ago, Batman had spoken to members who weren't present at the time about the potential crisis that 'Redemption' might cause.

The Flash looked puzzled and doubted this as well.

The events in the nation of Asir occurred long before the Black Adam incident, but the organization called the First Redemption Church only released information about it long after the Metropolitan Riots.

"My mother has seen the mask you sent back to Paradise Island. She couldn't find out its origin either. It should have nothing to do with the gods. It's just a powerful magical artifact with a long history. We don't know who created it."

During the meeting, Diana whispered to David.

"The bewitching power on it is inherent from the moment of its creation and cannot be removed."

David nodded to indicate that he understood.

Unfortunately, that mask that amplifies mental power has a bewitching ability, and it's extremely powerful. Clark said that the psionic pirate wanted to create some new world, which is probably because his mind was influenced by the mask, which is why he had such a nonsensical plan.

Although the mask is just a magical item, it should not be underestimated. The DC world has never lacked magicians more powerful than gods, such as the wizard who created the power of Shazam.

"The source of magic is even more ancient and powerful than the gods, existing even before the birth of the multiverse. The gods were all born because of magic."

"Although it was released late, the news about 'redemption' immediately made headlines in various countries."

Steelbone looked doubtful.

"There is no doubt that there are powerful forces behind this."

“It is not surprising that the First Redemption Church has long received funding from many wealthy people around the world.”

Batman, who is well aware that the power of capital can even influence the government, is a figure of great influence.

The materials he used to create the Fenrir armor were top-secret military materials that the most powerful military on Earth was not allowed to be leaked, not even a single gram of which could be disclosed.

"Now almost the whole world knows him."

Arthur stared at the blue projection, his voice grave.

"Many of them are already devout Catholics; how much strength will that provide him?"

Everyone present, except for David, looked deep in thought, including Clark.

After enduring the trials of Brainiac, Black Adam, and the psionic pirates, he realized his power was still insufficient to deal with all the crises on the planet.

"The power of one person is insignificant, but when the power of millions or even hundreds of millions of people comes together, I'm afraid we can't resist it."

Clark looked at David with concern.

Although he doesn't usually get involved, David has now become almost the Alliance's first choice to deal with major crises. If 'Redemption' becomes a criminal who endangers the world, David will be the first to be targeted.