What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 113 Divination

Doctor Fate's voice gradually became stern, and his aura rose steadily like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Even after reaching the pinnacle, Kent Nelson was still in no hurry to put on the Naboo Helmet, which symbolized the power of the god of destiny and allowed him to wield magical power and immediately enter battle mode.

Throughout, he simply stared directly at Lucas with eyes that looked weathered and even somewhat weary.

As the human form of Naboo, the Lord of Order and God of Fate, his duty is not only to protect the Earth, but the entire universe, which is exhausting for a human.

Fortunately, wars between interstellar civilizations are not among them.

Naboo never pays attention to the infighting between different races and civilizations.

However, this does not include unrestrained acts of divine violence.

Just like the horrific vision of the future Arctic Galaxy that he saw through Naboo's helmet.

The Naboo Helmet never allows him to glimpse the future without a clear purpose; the implication is obvious: he needs to eliminate any potential threats.

To be honest, this is no different from others.

Although Kent Nelson considers himself a very serious person, he has to admit that Naboo's consciousness never seems to consider the difficulty of a mission when issuing instructions.

Lucas remained calm despite Doctor Fate's direct gaze.

The main idea is that you look at me, and I look at you.

As the saying goes, if fate keeps staring at you, then stare back at it and see who looks away first.

The other person's icy blue pupils were indeed filled with the depth and vicissitudes of wisdom, which made Doctor Fate appear to have not only a compassionate and benevolent nature.

And indifference within kindness.

Lucas knew the reason to some extent.

The power of the god of fate was completely insufficient to be borne by a weak mortal body.

This is an unchangeable fact.

Therefore, each time Doctor Fate uses the power granted by Naboo, the human side of him diminishes.

Until they are permanently stripped away, becoming robots that only follow prescribed procedures, pure puppets of fate.

Naboo seems to want to use this method to completely take over Doctor Fate's body.

After all, all He needs is a suitable vessel.

"You know, sometimes being looked directly at by fate can be a good feeling."

This makes me feel a sense of reality from fate that I've never felt before, since it's always been invisible and intangible.

Like the abyss, when the abyss gazes into me, I gaze into the abyss in return, and if that's not enough, I might throw a few stones in.

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Doctor Fate's indifferent expression finally showed a change.

The elderly, gray-haired English gentleman frowned almost imperceptibly. Before he could speak, Lucas's voice followed: "I've heard that as long as you wear the Naboo Helmet, you can use Order-side magic without any cost?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucas looked at the sky, which was beginning to lighten, through the old-fashioned glass window on the second floor of the warehouse, and at Hawkman and the others, who were bound by magical power in a flat valley near Highway 8.

He had already sensed it long before Hawkman's private helicopter arrived.

To him, the stealth technology used by that helicopter was no different than some pervert running naked in broad daylight on the town's commercial street.

Similarly, they also discovered Doctor Fate hiding in the shadows.

After realizing that the other party wanted to meet with him in person, he chose to remain still.

The main reason was to see what the representative who held the power of order and destiny wanted to say to him.

"If you truly foresee that I will ignite a war in the future powerful enough to engulf the entire Arctic galaxy, then why not just put on the helmet?"

Lucas withdrew his gaze and looked at the doctor, whose body was ramrod straight, but spoke casually.

Although, in a sense, Doctor Fate is backed by Naboo, the God of Fate and Lord of Order, who is a more mysterious and powerful multidimensional being than Darkseid.

But Naboo has too many representatives, spanning the multiverse.

Furthermore, with these restrictions in place, the other party is unlikely to travel a long distance specifically to cause trouble for me.

"Or, come with your old comrades and carry out an act of justice?"

"After all, that's what heroes do, not come and confront me."

If I truly harbor the intention to wage interstellar war, then nothing you say will change my mind. I suggest you read a book called "The War Maniac."

"When faced with an uncontrollable killing force, I have always had only two options: surrender or die."

"But after getting to the deeper reasons, I realized that fate is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Because it's not a colored paintbrush used for drawing, which is either black or white.

When you've seen countless futures, you won't simply believe in absolute good and evil, compared to a clash in the present with a tragic ending and almost no chance of winning.

Fate guided me to understand why you did that, and it was the optimal solution I derived from countless future possibilities.

Doctor Fate's voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Perhaps as an abandoned orphan? Although the Kents are generous with their love for their child, they are ultimately not your biological parents."

Dr. Fate then continued.

"If I could, I would be more than willing to listen to all of this. Believe me, after witnessing countless torrents of fate, I have long since become a qualified listener."

Lucas glanced at the elderly man, who had a distinctly British air about him.

He was thinking.

Did Doctor Fate learn about his deeper origins through the Naboo Helmet?

For example, time travel.

The first is the "golden finger" (or "cheat code").

Although he didn't think it was almost impossible.

After all, there are countless transmigrators, and until the very end, how many of them have their identities revealed before even leaving the starting village?

However, since the other party had indeed discovered this, Lucas felt he needed to make plans in advance.

For example, whether or not it is necessary to kill Doctor Fate.

However, after waiting for a long time, Kent Nelson did not mention this.

Perhaps Doctor Fate is deliberately keeping it a secret, but that possibility is extremely slim.

After all, the world before the transmigration was not one of the 52 parallel worlds.

However, Lucas hates it when others comment on him.

Especially one's own parents.

He took a step forward, suddenly sprang up, and slammed his clenched fist at Doctor Fate.

In contrast, Doctor Fate frowned and reacted quickly.

He took a large step back, and at the same time, a flash of golden light appeared, and the Naboo helmet, symbolizing the power of destiny, appeared directly on his head.

Immediately afterwards, a golden crystalline magical barrier instantly unfolded in front of him, and layers of light prisms met Lucas's powerful punch.

"Snap—"

A deafening roar erupted, causing the entire second-floor bookshelf to tremble and shake, and the magical shield shattered instantly.

Doctor Fate's body slid backward uncontrollably. His gilded cloak billowed without wind, yet he still couldn't steady himself and crashed heavily into the surrounding wooden walls.

Doctor Fate looked shocked, and a fleeting sense of despair crossed his mind.

Even though it was just a probing punch, it made him realize instantly that his opponent was clearly stronger than he had predicted.

"Impulsiveness solves nothing. I'm not here to fight you."

"Dr. Fate explained in a deep voice."

To his relief, the other party stopped.

But then, an unimaginable, immense force, accompanied by excruciating pain, suddenly spread rapidly from my waist and abdomen throughout my entire body, especially my third and fourth ribs, which seemed to have broken.

After kicking his opponent away, Lucas calmed down.

"Yes, you're right, impulsiveness solves nothing. But you may have forgotten that sometimes you don't need to solve the problem, just deal with the person who created it, and that can also quell all the trouble."

"And I don't have a story for you to hear. You do see that I'm an orphan, but I've never lacked the warmth of a family." Lucas looked down at Doctor Fate.

"Besides, I don't need anyone to comment on my parents, not even their fate."

"Okay, I was just being nosy."

Dr. Fate struggled to his feet, his face pale and his body quickly drenched in cold sweat.

He was wrong; the other party didn't really care about his background.

The next moment, he suddenly took off Naboo's helmet.

His face was revealed, clearly showing a resemblance to Leonardo DiCaprio in his younger days, before he started playing with water guns, except that his features were somewhat distorted due to the intense pain.

Doctor Fate was silent for two seconds, then suddenly took off his Fate Helmet and gently placed it on the tool table beside him: "Fate belongs to order. It is not a curse, but the inevitable thread that brings together all possible outcomes."

Kent's hand slowly traced the top of the helmet of fate.

The old-fashioned incandescent light overhead flickered on and off.

Under the dim yellow light, Nabu's helmet flowed with a liquid-like golden radiance, so dazzling it was almost blinding.

"I can sense that—that bloody future is not what you intended."

Doctor Fate's voice was hoarse.

"You were not born a killer; there is still compassion in your soul. And that is why I chose to knock on your door alone."

Kent took a half step forward, solemnly held up the helmet with both hands, and handed it to the other person.

"The will of mortals is lost in chaos, but Naboo never lies."

"Fate has shown me the end, and now—it is calling you too. Put it on, child, and let order reshape your path. It will tell you everything about who you are, and—what you must become."

Lucas paused for a moment.

If he could control the power of fate, it would be tantamount to having an almost insurmountable first-mover advantage.

Every action of the enemy will be part of a script that has been rehearsed a thousand times, no less than a dimensional reduction attack.

The effects might not be so obvious to ordinary people, but imagine how unsolvable it would be if Superman had the power to see into fate!

However, Lucas immediately dismissed the idea the next moment.

Beautiful things can be both heartbreaking and pleasing to the eye, but just as they can be bitten hard and cause unbearable pain if one is not careful.

After all, according to the design, the Helmet of Destiny has an extremely strict selection mechanism and mental threshold for its wearer.

If the wearer's spirit is not strong enough, they will be instantly devoured by Naboo's consciousness, lose their self, and become Naboo's puppet on earth.

Conversely, if the wearer harbors malicious intentions, it can lead to mental instability, madness, or even death.

Strictly speaking, Lucas never considered himself a villain.

But he was also very clear in his heart that his way of doing things had nothing to do with order.

What if the helmet identifies him as the villain?

At that point, there probably won't be anyone to reason with.

Even the selfish and pretentious gods on Mount Olympus believed in the inviolability of sacred objects, let alone the multidimensional rulers of order.

The other party's status was even higher than that of Zeus, the king of the gods; the two were not even comparable.

Therefore, Naboo helmets often actively choose their hosts, rather than being picked over like cheap commodities.

But even those chosen by the Naboo helmet must face a heavy price.

From the perspective of divine authority on the side of order, mortal emotions belong to the realm of chaos and free will.

This forces long-term wearers to eventually face a choice: either become Naboo completely, or remove the helmet and return to being a mortal, experiencing the fragility of humanity once again, and ultimately facing their doom in a very short time.

"I have no intention of taking your job right now."

Lucas calmly withdrew his gaze, completely ignoring Naboo's helmet.

Lucas's answer caused Doctor Fate's world-weary eyes to pause in surprise for two seconds.

"Perhaps you are more suited to the Naboo Helmet than I am. Of course, that is, provided you can remain true to yourself and not be swayed by fate." He said, coming back to his senses.

"So, does fate itself foresee its own future?" Lucas suddenly asked, plopping back into his leather chair.

"Every Naboo Helmet wielder has an unwritten rule: we can glimpse the future of all beings, except ourselves. For we are part of the very essence of destiny."

As Dr. Fate spoke, he looked at Lucas, whose question struck him as somewhat abrupt.

Have you ever heard of fortune telling?

"It's a mysterious technique originating from an ancient Eastern country. I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it. It seems to have a similar effect to the Peaceful Nabu Helmet."

Kent Nelson lived for over a century, and because of the helmet, his loved ones gradually drifted away from him.

During his long period of solitude, like most people his age, aside from growing vegetables on his private estate or giving a few classes at university, Kent Nelson's favorite thing to do was read.

The world inside the book allows him to temporarily forget his powerlessness against fate.

He reads all sorts of books, but for his own reasons, his favorite is still the mystical side.

It involves both the mystical aspects of the West and the mystical aspects of the East.

However, due to limited information, he only had a superficial understanding of the mystical aspects of the East.

Doctor Fate found a chair and sat down in front of Lucas.

His hair was combed meticulously and had hair gel on it.

"Then, I'd like to know, can you see my future through divination, this mystical method?"

Doctor Fate spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Since you're 'gifting' me your destiny for free, I might as well use Eastern divination methods to divine your fate as well."

"Honestly, I'm very curious about this method."

Doctor Fate was speaking to Lucas: "I've always wanted to study the mystical side of the East, but it's just too mysterious. Even after searching through all the materials, I've only gotten vague information."

If you can truly predict my future, or give me some different perspectives, I can give you something.

Lucas said, "No need for gifts. I don't like wearing useless trinkets, and besides, it's a matter of 'reciprocity.'"

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