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

Clark was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a cannonball, crashing through the museum's glass and flying dozens of meters before regaining his balance on the street.

Amidst a shower of shards of glass, Superman was seen being blasted away, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

"Okay, you were the one who was being unreasonable first."

Slightly disheveled, Clark blew a strand of hair off his forehead and rushed back into the museum the next second.

This statue doesn't seem to possess much intelligence; it can't be left unattended.

Bang bang bang!

Several deafening sounds were heard, accompanied by the sound of boulders shattering.

A moment later, the head of the giant warrior statue was blasted out of the museum, nearly hitting a row of police cars. Clark flew out, scratched his head sheepishly at the commotion he had caused, explained the incident to the dumbfounded officers, and then flew back into the sky.

"What a bad day! I missed breakfast and was inexplicably blamed for something by an evil wizard."

Clark muttered to himself as he searched the city with his eyes, trying to find the man's whereabouts.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

The wizard, who could kill people with a wave of his hand as easily as crushing an insect, was so excited about obtaining the stone component that he was almost going mad. One couldn't help but wonder if he had some evil purpose.

……

They were teleported back to their residence.

Faust rubbed the stone component in his hand a couple of times and drew a circle in the air with his finger.

Once the arc of light, resembling a line of fire, is formed, flames with a strong sulfurous smell emerge from the other end, and the mournful wails of the dead can be faintly heard, as if the other side connects to a terrifying hell.

“Master, I have found a fragment of the key.”

Faust stepped back and reported his progress to the master who had granted him such great power.

"Very well, Faust."

"Then what are you still standing here for? Go find me a second piece!"

In another inferno, no one was in sight, only a majestic voice could be heard, like that of a capricious king who had been imprisoned for a long time, who briefly praised someone before unleashing a furious rebuke.

“Master, those keys are protected by powerful magic, I…”

Hellfire, accompanied by a furious rebuke, rushed to Faust's face, causing him to quickly take two steps back, looking troubled.

"Faust".

The voice on the other end turned cold, and one could vaguely see a monarch sitting high on a cold palace, tapping his fingers on his throne, coldly watching the restless courtier who wanted to play some tricks, and issuing a warning.

"With your original magic, plus the power I bestowed upon you, even on Mount Olympus under the rule of my hypocritical and despicable brother, few could rival you."

What else do you want?

When the voice called his name, Faust trembled as if he had been called by the Grim Reaper, and he quickly lowered his head.

"I understand, Master."

I will retrieve the remaining two keys as soon as possible, then head to the underground of Paradise Island and release you!

"Hurry up, I can't wait to return to the world and rule it!" The voice was filled with impatience and suppressed anger.

"Yes, Lord of the Underworld, great Master Hades." Faust bowed his head even lower in respect.

Chapter 191 Hades' Escape

After searching the city to no avail, Clark had no choice but to return home.

"Clark, what's wrong with you?"

Martha looked at her son, who was a little covered in dust, and reached out to help him clean the wood chips from his hair.

"It's nothing, Mother. I just encountered a male witch this morning and fought with a moving stone statue."

Mentioning this, Clark sat down somewhat dejectedly, preparing to eat the rest of his breakfast.

While eating, he waited for news from Batman. Before going home, he sent a message to the League headquarters, requesting their help in the investigation.

"Batman, this morning a man dressed as a wizard robbed the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the city center. He apparently killed someone with magic, and he was overjoyed to steal something that was protected by magic."

I'm worried he might have some kind of scheme. Could you help me investigate his identity?

Thinking of magic, and recalling that David seemed to have picked up a magician's diary, Clark looked at him and recounted what had happened that morning.

"Do you have any impression of the magic he used, or the stone pillars protected by the magic?"

Clark tried to find some clues from David, but was destined to be disappointed.

"Uh... magic?"

David, who had finished eating and was looking at the newspaper at the other end of the table, looked up.

The so-called "magic diary" was just an excuse he made up to explain why he knew about LS Lu Chi; he knew nothing about magic.

"The Rock of Eternity does indeed house the world's largest museum of magical history."

But the books there were so numerous that he had no interest in browsing them to answer one of Clark's little questions.

"If that wizard really is also dreaming of destroying the earth and ruling the world, he will come out on his own when the time comes."

David's expression was somewhat dull, and his attitude left Clark speechless.

That makes sense, but how can we just leave it unattended? He shook his head.

"If we wait for him to come forward on his own, the problem might become much bigger. We need to nip the disaster in the bud."

"Good luck to you then."

"Felix Faust was once a somewhat accomplished professor of archaeology, but gradually he became interested in the mysticism and magic. His obsessive belief and pursuit of these things led to his expulsion from the university."

Shortly after, Batman sent a voice message in the League's internal chat channel. After receiving Superman's request for help, he and Cyborg immediately obtained the surveillance footage of the incident.

Having acquired the appearance, Cyborg then turned to his specialty: as long as the wizard had left a trace on the internet, it would be impossible to hide it from Cyborg.

"He vowed to take revenge on those who mocked him, and after a while, several people mysteriously disappeared, and he also vanished from public view."

"Disappeared?"

At the dinner table, Clark raised an eyebrow, wondering if the clues were about to run out.

"Fortunately, this self-taught wizard did not hide in gloomy caves like the old-school wizards of legend; he still lives in the city."

On the other end of the communicator, Batman's fingers brushed across a row of books on a bookshelf, while Cyborg stood to the side, looking around the room.

This is a residence filled with antique items, a dazzling array.

“Maya, Babylon... here you can see artifacts rich in mystery from almost all the ancient civilizations in the world.”

As Steelbone compared the items online, he marveled at their beauty.

He picked up a golden scepter with an ancient crystal inlaid at the top, which was placed above the fireplace, to test its weight and see if it was the right thing to do.

A bolt of lightning unexpectedly struck the crystal, nearly piercing the wall.

Just a few dozen centimeters away, Batman grabbed his cape in time to block the bullet-like flying debris, his gaze fixed on Cyborg.

Steelbone looked embarrassed and quickly put down his scepter, raising his hands.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"Be careful, we're facing a wizard."

After Batman's reminder, he began searching the bookshelf carefully again.

"found it……"

His finger stopped on several very new books, then glanced at the books spread out on the desk.

"Hell, the River Styx, Death..."

These books are all related to the god of death in mythology, especially Greek mythology.

Batman's expression changed upon hearing the ominous words, and he told Clark what he had discovered.

"Hell, Death?"

After putting down his clean plate, Clark was astonished. Was the wizard looking for something related to hell?

"There was a layer of dust on the table; Faust hadn't been back to this room in a long time."

Batman wiped the table with his fingertip, picking up a layer of dust. He frowned and looked around.

"Most of the items in this room are probably magical objects that he painstakingly collected from all over the world."

What could possibly make him so excited as to abandon his home and stay away for so long?

What did Faust discover? And what was he searching for?

All three of them were puzzled.

Ding Ding!

Suddenly, a message notification sounded.

David, holding the newspaper, glanced at the lit ring on his hand; the light was flashing rapidly.