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Chapter 253, Section 19: The Chariot of Civilization Never Set Off

"That child is really—"

The scene returns to Star City, where Clark is just about to comment on the Flash's abrupt departure when, in the next instant, a sweating Barry reappears with a series of crackling lightning bolts, this time only catching a faint afterimage.

"The person has been rescued, we can begin—"

Before he could finish speaking, Barry rolled his eyes and collapsed, along with the people clinging to him who also lost their support.

The HAL lamp ring, floating in the air, flickered and instantly laid out a lush green velvet mattress on the ground.

Although Hal is often criticized for his lack of imagination, it must be said that he has a unique advantage in logistical support and logistics. For example, he will become an indispensable part of Superman's upcoming plans.

"Mr. Superman, do you have any plans regarding this big guy's fear of fire?"

"Perhaps—you could conjure up millions of barrels of fuel—and then I could ignite them with my heat vision?" Clark proved with his actions that he was not suited to be a member of the Green Lantern Corps.

"How about we change to another one?"

Hal gave an awkward but polite smile.

Of course, if it were his best friend Oliver who came up with such a stupid plan, Hal would definitely laugh at him mercilessly and make it the biggest joke of his life, telling it to everyone at every Christmas party.

"I don't have any better ideas at the moment."

"How about this, I can get some mirrors and lenses to distract you from your heat field."

"Or you could just conjure up some laser emitters?"

"Excuse me, sir, I am a fighter pilot, not the fighter jet itself."

Hal subtly expressed his embarrassment at not understanding how laser emitters work.

Superheroes always have weaknesses. If Superman's weakness is Kryptonite, then Green Lantern Hal's biggest weakness might be himself.

As a hero with an extremely high skill ceiling, if he were given Lex Luthor's brain, the current representative of Earth's superheroes wouldn't still be the semi-retired Superman.

To put it bluntly, apart from having a better understanding of conventional weapons, Hal's imagination and common sense are not much beyond those of ordinary people.

"Then let's do it your way!"

Superman floats and ascends, his crimson cape fluttering like a flag in the sky. Countless mirrors spread out around him like a magic circle, giving the audience in the distance the feeling that the "Treasury of Kings" is about to be opened.

"Green light, now all you need to do is control the angle of the thermal vision."

As the veins on his forehead bulged and Superman's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, his increasingly ferocious face added a layer of sinister mystery to this holy god on earth.

Sensing the threat emanating from the blazing light above, the tumor swung a massive, thick tentacle, as large as a skyscraper, and hurled it at Superman.

In the typical setting of dragons and magic worlds, characters like Superman, who possess super firepower and destructive power, would definitely be depicted as glass cannons. However, this world does not have an artificial setting that exists to balance the various forces.

Or to put it another way, Superman himself is a form of imbalance.

He's a complete bug.

As the enormous tentacles slammed towards him, Clark smirked.

With his bio-field activated, he was like a steel nail driven into the air by God, and the hand that struck down towards the nail was destined to pay a bloody price.

boom!

With a deafening roar like an airship exploding, the massive tentacle snapped in two. From the crack, a torrent of emerald green liquid gushed forth like a volcanic eruption. It transformed into lines that streaked across the sky, tirelessly traversing a distance of over ten miles to splash over the heads of the survivors in Star City.

As everyone looked up into the distance, an even more shocking scene was just beginning.

The low-intelligence tumor couldn't comprehend what an "unbeatable enemy" meant, and stubbornly lashed out at Superman with its whiskers.

The terrifying roar was like an endless thunderstorm echoing from beyond the heavens.

The survivor crouched down amidst the loud noise.

In that instant, the film seemed to rewind an entire era, with humanity and their ancestors, trembling from the floods and hurricanes, standing on the same land, praying together to a god who had never existed.

From beginning to end, humans have been a group of unintelligent monkeys.

It may be hard to believe, but at this moment, the guys crying for help in terror are the same species as those thousands of kilometers away who are blasting buildings open with missiles and piercing the skulls of children and women with bullets.

Humble yet arrogant, cowardly yet conceited, this species seems to have never had a concept of equality, despite having coined the word "equality." In their eyes, there are only those "lower than themselves" and "stronger than themselves."

Those who are inferior to oneself will be humiliated and exploited to the fullest extent possible, and if necessary, they will be eliminated without hesitation for one's own benefit.

If someone is stronger than you, then go and worship them, kneel down before them, and beg for benefits, or even just a little bit of space to survive.

Anthropologist Ruth Benedict wrote a book called "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword" after long-term observation of Japanese society. In the book, she described the Japanese as a paradoxical combination of the chrysanthemum and the sword, polite yet savage and bloodthirsty.

This is not a characteristic of the Japanese; it is the animalistic nature inherent in human nature.

Humanity has spent centuries fighting against it, but now everything seems to be regressing, heading back to square one.

Or rather, this carriage called Civilization never actually set off.

Wei stared blankly at the towering figure in the sky, which resembled a god, while Superman was working hard to save Star City, in some corner of the Middle East, another innocent civilian's home was destroyed by a grenade.

While ragged children trembled and wept amidst the dust swirling from the ruins, their fathers' unrecognizable corpses huddled beneath the invaders' boots.

Qin Wei believes that the world will never collapse or crumble; tragedy will continue to occur.

Gods among men, if you truly possess divinity, open your eyes and look upon this world.

(End of Star City short story.)