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

And it's usually not as easy as it sounds.

"Oh, it seems there's another rich person in the alliance."

Hal Jordan glanced at Batman, who was talking to Hawkgirl in the distance, in a strange voice.

He has always been dissatisfied with Batman's role as the decision-maker and brain in the league.

He's just an ordinary person who only has the power to surpass others because of his money. What else does Batman have besides money?

Previously, David took out that outrageously large piece of gold and threw it into the Metropolis, leaving Batman stunned. Hal Jordan had a great time.

It's not surprising that someone is rich; Batman isn't the only one who's rich.

Now another super-rich person has joined the league.

But Batman ignored him after hearing this, and Green Lantern angrily blew on the curls on his forehead.

"By the way, do those who transcend also have the same abilities as me?"

Mentioning this, Firestorm glanced at David, who was sitting on the sofa in the distance chatting with Clark, and asked curiously in a low voice.

"Last time, he produced a gold nugget that shocked the world."

To be honest, although he had the ability to conjure gold at will and could easily become the world's richest man, Stein wouldn't help him do so. As a university professor, he knew all too well the corrupting power of money.

"I think should not be."

Hal Jordan was unsure.

"Who knows? He has too many abilities."

Arthur shrugged.

"Leaving aside his powerful physique that can rival the ocean, his ability to absorb kinetic energy, manipulate gravity, unleash lightning, and transform into a giant, who knows when he might develop new abilities."

In fact, the Titan form is the ability to take over matter and increase the body's mass, which is a kind of gravity manipulation, but Arthur and the others were unaware of this.

"Something's not right. I sent a message to The Flash, but he hasn't replied for a long time."

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Clark scratched his head, puzzled.

Superheroes all have real-life identities. Everyone knows that The Flash has a job in real life, apparently working in the criminal evidence forensics department of a police station.

"Could something unexpected have happened to him at work?"

After all, there's no such thing as a day of the week when you work at the police station.

"At his speed, even if he's busy, he always has time to reply to a message."

David rubbed his lips, sensing something was off.

"Either I didn't see the message, or... something happened."

Inside the hall, the other people around were still chatting, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Suddenly, a deep, unfamiliar voice came from outside the hall.

"Justice League, recruiting new members?"

I don't think it's necessary at all.

The crisp sound of military boots echoed as a tall, imposing, and menacing figure, almost demonic, suffocatingly powerful, entered, escorted by a squad of alien guards in red military uniforms.

He slowly came to a stop, crossed his arms, and surveyed the hall like a monarch inspecting his territory.

"After all, the Justice League will cease to exist after today!"

The sudden appearance of the monster startled everyone.

"You monster, what did you say?"

A monster that suddenly appeared out of nowhere dared to arrogantly say it wanted to destroy the Justice League. Hal Jordan's face flushed with anger, and he took a step forward.

"who are you?"

Batman's eyes were cold, and his face was full of vigilance.

Looking at the Despair Demon, could it be another ancient demon that escaped from its seal?

Raising an eyebrow, David stood up with Clark to look at the newcomer. David felt that the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar. His eyes swept over the devilish deep red skin, the third eye, and the head fin, and he recognized who this guy was.

"You are the One Who Transcends?"

Despair Demon looked at David, who caught his attention the most. Their eyes met. David exuded a strong sense of authority and spoke in a deliberately calm tone, as if he were stating a fact that was about to happen.

"I will bring you despair, end the Justice League, and rule this planet as the one and only god!"

Chapter 183 was boring; you're all too weak.

Upon hearing Despair Demon's claim that he would destroy the Justice League, the faces of everyone in the hall turned grim.

But the monster before them was tall and muscular, its menacing appearance giving off an aura that made it hard to breathe. It was accompanied by a cold and elite guard, carrying energy weapons that shimmered with light, and seemed to be a formidable foe.

"How did you find this place?"

Batman was on high alert and secretly reached for the batarang on his waist.

The Justice League has dealt with quite a few villains. Aside from the villains David led the League to eliminate those who threatened the world, none of the villains they've faced, big or small, have ever managed to find the League's headquarters.

Even the new recruits were only informed of the location of the alliance headquarters this morning.

Did Steelbone reveal its location when sending messages?

Because the group of people in front of us seemed to possess considerable technology.

"It wasn't me." "It wasn't me either."

When Firestorm and Elemental Girl saw the suspicion in Batman's eyes, they quickly waved their hands to explain.

Hawkgirl frowned, gripped her hammer tightly, and a hint of ugliness flashed across her eyes.

This happened on my very first day in the Justice League; I was called "Auntie" for no reason.

“Your weak minds are like an unprotected study; I can freely peruse your thoughts.”

You have no secrets from me.

David frowned in surprise, but the Despair Demon's smile returned as his third eye swept over Clark, and he pointed a finger at Batman.

"For example, the identity you're trying so hard to hide: an Earthling named Bruce Wayne."

The expression on the face beneath the Batman mask changed drastically, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes.

"Bruce Wayne? That Gotham playboy and billionaire?"

Apart from David and Clark, the others exclaimed in surprise, their gazes widening in astonishment as they looked at the man who seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

Is it true? The Batman who is so dark and somber that you wonder if he can even laugh is actually that carefree, spendthrift playboy?

"That's true. With the Batmobile, the Batwing, and the Bat-Jet, who in Gotham City, besides Bruce Wayne, could afford such expensive toys?"

Hal Jordan's eyelids twitched, and he immediately activated his mental defenses.

"I never thought of such a reasonable answer before."

"Superhumans, how come you're not surprised at all?"

The two sides faced off, the atmosphere tense and fraught with tension. Steelbone kept a close eye on the other side's every move, unable to suppress his curiosity as he asked questions.

"Did you already know?"

"Damn it, I knew someone with X-ray vision couldn't possibly stay quiet and not spy on other people's secrets."

Hal Jordan muttered a joking curse, his tone inexplicably revealing a hint of jealousy.

"I'm sure my underwear has been seen by others countless times."

"no……"

Clark had barely opened his mouth when his identity was exposed. Batman, his face grim, suddenly attacked, his sharp Batman sword aimed at Despair Demon's face.

The Despair Demon casually grabbed a batarang, about to mock the attack, which was slower than a tortoise.

laugh!

The batarang suddenly emitted a thick, pungent cloud of smoke, obscuring his vision and causing him to cough twice.

"Take action!"

Batman gave a low growl.

Open the wristwatch and summon the Fenrir mech to come.

Not long ago, after battling the psionic pirates, he added a degree of remote control capability to the mech.

"A great opportunity! Taste my nuclear flames!"

Firestorm raised his hands, releasing pillars of fire radiating terrifying heat from his palms. Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent couldn't see clearly, Elemental Woman crouched down and swept her leg, which transformed into a long vine whip, lashing out fiercely.

Hal Jordan's lamp ring glowed, gathering green light as his fist roared through the air. His Cyborg hands mechanically transformed, combining to create an ultrasonic cannon. Arthur, like a whale hunter, leaped and hurled his trident.

The group launched their attack.

The next second, the smoke was blown away by the wave of fire.