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

Chapter 114 I'm looking for Lucas.

Lucas casually reached out and grabbed at the air.

When you close your fingers and then open them again, three more tortoise shells appear in your palm.

Witnessing this scene, Doctor Fate unconsciously let out a soft exclamation.

He didn't sense any magical fluctuations from Lucas.

But as if by magic, the other party stretched out and grabbed, and suddenly produced several pieces of tortoise shell covered with cracks in their hand.

The oldest and most complete divination method still in existence is called tortoise shell divination.

Simply put, it involves interpreting the future through the omens produced by burning tortoise shells. Mr. Kent should know this.

"Yes, I know about these things." Doctor Fate nodded, neither confirming nor denying.

Then, Lucas casually laid the three tortoise shells flat on the table.

The next moment, a scarlet beam of light suddenly shot out from its pupils and struck the tortoise shell.

With meticulous control, the tortoise shell was not destroyed, but instead burst into flames of faint red.

Soon, the originally fixed fine lines on the surface continued to extend and branch out, and new cracks spread along the old lines, crisscrossing and forming a completely new pattern of trigrams.

Doctor Fate watched Lucas's every move with a strange expression, his gaze then falling on the cracks in the tortoise shell, feeling completely bewildered.

The wisdom and composure bestowed upon him by the Lord of Order, far exceeding that of ordinary people, did not allow him to glean any logic from destiny; in fact, it seemed less logical than a child's scribbling.

However, when he saw the crimson beam shooting from Lucas's eyes, he couldn't help but frown.

In the glimpses of the future that the Naboo helmet allowed him to see, the lightning flashing with thunder was like a world-destroying divine punishment, carrying the immense power of a raging torrent, easily destroying everything, and no one could stop it. The sky full of lightning was like a trembling ocean, engulfing the North Star region.

Lucas feigned looking away from the cracked armor plates and then turned to Doctor Fate.

"Well? Did you divine my future?"

Doctor Fate collected his thoughts and asked.

"The Kingdom of Kandak was founded in 3600 BC."

In 2600 BC, the tyrant Akdun enslaved his people to mine permanent metals in order to forge the crown of Shabak.

A slave boy named Hurut was chosen by a wizard to become the first guardian of Kandak and gain the power of Shazam.

In retaliation, the king massacred Hurut's entire family and severely injured the boy's father, Tes Adam.

At the critical moment, Hulut transferred his divine power to his dying father, losing his own power and being shot dead by archers.

Teres Adam, grieving the loss of his wife and children, unleashed his fury upon the royal army. The wizards, deeming him consumed by hatred, sealed him in an underground tomb for five thousand years.

Doctor Fate frowned, wondering what this had to do with his future.

As for Kandak, he knew it was an ancient kingdom that still existed, but was controlled by the mercenary organization "International Gang".

As for Black Adam, he didn't know him.

But Doctor Fate remained silent, waiting for what would follow.

"In the near future, archaeologist Eddie, in order to protect the Crown of Shabak, accidentally awakens Black Adam, who was sealed away for thousands of years after he destroyed the Kandak royal family."

He used extreme methods to eliminate the oppressors, refusing to be a "hero" in the traditional sense, but instead exercising dark justice based on the principle that "Kandak has the final say."

"And you, under Hawkman's leadership, are preparing to seal Black Adam."

"However, through the Helmet of Destiny, you inadvertently glimpse that in the future, a man named Ismail will deliberately send..."

He died, and through the crown of Shabak, he transformed into the Chaos Demon King Shabak, leading an army of undead from hell to sweep across Kandak.

You all rushed to the ruins to stop him, but you, wearing the helmet, glimpsed countless future scenes. In all normal timelines, Hawkman would die at the hands of Shabak, and Cyclone and Atom Smash would also have a hard time surviving.

Black Adam surrendered after losing control and destroying the city, and was imprisoned in the underwater ARGUS cryogenic prison, where his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

But you saw the only way out: Black Adam versus Shabak.

In the end, to change all the timelines and allow Hawkman to live, you sacrificed your life.

Lucas paused, then changed the subject: "But for you, perhaps death is actually a relief, especially since the Lord of Order would agree to the destruction of one of His vessels when facing chaos."

"So, in the end, I actually died by my own hand?"

Doctor Fate showed no change in expression.

If such a thing were to actually happen in the future, he would probably do just that.

From the moment he put on Naboo's helmet, he was no longer himself, but a vessel for Naboo, the god of order. As long as he lived, he had to obey Naboo's will.

Having lived for over a hundred years, his near-immortal life brought him no joy. On the contrary, he grew weary of the so-called gifts of fate, weary of witnessing countless moments of desolation, and yet he was powerless to change anything.

To his surprise, the divination from the East could actually glimpse his future.

Although the other person was telling a story, Dr. Fate's intuition told him that the future might really be like that.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

Doctor Fate looked at Lucas and suddenly smiled.

"I have cigars, hookahs, pipe tobacco, snuff, and chewing tobacco—which one would you like?"

Lucas said.

He actually prefers Doctor Fate's personality.

This is also why he has been able to keep in touch with the other party until now.

Although Doctor Fate is a hero of Order and Justice, he is not someone who traditionally believes in "heroes cannot kill." On the contrary, he would not even stop revenge with a reason.

Lucas has always enjoyed watching revenge-themed stories.

Just like the opera Tosca that I watched a few days ago.

Humans can only passively accept their fate, but from the moment flame is born, life is inherently about defying destiny.

"Why are you, a high school student, hoarding so many cigarettes?"

Doctor Fate visibly choked on his own saliva. He hadn't expected the young man in front of him to rattle off so many types of cigarettes in one breath. Some of them he knew well but had never tried, and some were no longer even in production.

"The most basic one will do," said Dr. Fate.

He wasn't a heavy smoker; for him, cigarettes weren't a source of enjoyment, but rather, a century-old prisoner's "most clumsy affirmation" of being alive.

He needed to feel his own heartbeat, to feel the blood still flowing in his body, to feel that his human consciousness was still there, not dissipated.

As nicotine filtered through his alveoli, the choking sensation made him clearly aware that, at least for now, he was still alive.

"OK."

Lucas snapped his fingers, and a slender cigarette immediately appeared in his hand.

"You probably don't need a lighter."

"Perhaps I could even conjure up cigarettes myself." Doctor Fate couldn't help but chuckle, emphasizing, "I don't have that ability."

"Also, is this magic? Why can't I sense anything?"

"Obviously, this isn't magic. You can think of it as an illusion, except that other people's illusions are fake, while mine is real," Lucas said.

"————" Doctor Fate.

"Although I can't say it like that, I feel like the Naboo Helmet is deceiving me. Although you are never stingy with killing, I don't see any desire for killing in your eyes."

Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, Doctor Fate lay lazily in his chair.

The broken ribs have long since healed completely.

After finishing a cigarette, Doctor Fate stood up: "The Ninth Metal is far too important to my old friend; it's the key to his ability to stay with his beloved even after reincarnation. As someone who has lost a loved one, I understand that feeling, especially after thousands of years."

If possible, I'd like to exchange something with you.

This is a plea. I cannot ask you to agree to an exchange, but frankly, I do not want a war to become inevitable; it will benefit no one.

"People who love each other don't always stay together in the end. It might just be Mr. Carter's obsession. Sometimes he needs to consider other people's feelings. Of course, getting caught in the rain a few times should make Mr. Carter understand this."

Lucas looked at Doctor Fate and said with a half-smile.

"Did you see this in divination?" Doctor Fate hesitated for a moment, then asked with some surprise.

Others might not understand the meaning behind Lucas's words, but he understood them perfectly.

Although the gifts of fate are random, sometimes when the god of Naboo is in a good mood, he will occasionally let him see some gossip.

For example, Hawkman, who fought alongside him for over a century.

In the near future, the Eagle Girl who is reincarnated is no longer Chiara, but Kendra Sanders, who has a new soul and consciousness.

The other person has no past memories, and even though Carter forcibly implanted previous memories into her, she is unwilling to accept anything that does not belong to love or burden.

He believed that his old friend was only obsessed with his deceased wife, rather than truly respecting her in the present.

This is destined to be unmanageable.

After his old partner, Kendra Sanders and Roy the Arrows got together.

However, when he was intimate with Roy, he unconsciously called out Carter's name, and the rift between them became irreparable, leading to a peaceful separation.

Even so, the other party still has no intention of rekindling their relationship.

Lucas did not answer Doctor Fate. He said, "With the Order Observation Fragment, Anka's Life Pendant, the Imprisoning Copper Box, and the Chaos Restraint Rune Ring, I can agree to give you that enchanted Ninth Metal Dagger. That should be enough for Mr. Carter."

Doctor Fate gave Lucas a deep look, and after a long silence, said, "Fine, I agree."

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it.

For him, apart from those three primordial items, everything else was external.

The reason for his hesitation was that he couldn't understand why the other person knew him so well, even knowing everything about him, and could even state his full name so readily.

You know, in the past, it should have been him who said these things.

But in any case, this result was far beyond his expectations.

Lucas spread his hands.

Without hesitation, Doctor Fate pointed to the sky.

The four enchanted artifacts solidified one by one and fell into Lucas's palm.

A fragment of order shimmering with stardust, an Anka pendant as smooth as jade, a bronze box engraved with sealing inscriptions, and a dark gold ring with chaotic restraint runes etched on the inside.

The moment the object landed, Lucas's right hand already held the ninth metal dagger.

The blade was dark and gloomy, with dried bloodstains visible on it.

No verification required.

"Transaction complete." Lucas withdrew his hand; the four artifacts had vanished from his grasp and been sent into the Abyss World.

In the next instant, a torrent of shadow ions instantly surrounded these artifacts, breaking them down and absorbing them. Then, the shadow particles under their eyes could no longer be described by the word "shadow."

Because apart from a portion that remained inactive as Lucas wished, the mutated abyssal particles were now completely mixed together with four different colors.

Gold, red, green, black —

Red Kryptonite Power, Black Kryptonite Power, Ninth Metal Power, Abyssal Shadow Power —

Different colors flowed within the abyss, emanating terrifying fluctuations.

These items belonging to Doctor Fate will likely cause the Abyss Particles to mutate again.

"Thank you." Doctor Fate nodded to Lucas, then vanished instantly from the second-floor warehouse.

Along Highway 8.

With the return of Doctor Fate, the binding magic immediately lost its effect.

"Kent, you have to explain to me what you're trying to do!"

Hawkman glared, strode over to Doctor Fate, suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice.

Doctor Fate didn't speak, but took out the enchanted Ninth Metal Dagger and held it in front of Hawkman.

"————" Hawkman's expression froze, and he looked at Doctor Fate with a puzzled expression.

"That's enough, Carter. Sometimes you need to understand that order isn't the only rule governing the universe. Sometimes, we have to learn to accept the outcome of most things."

Doctor Fate took off his helmet and patted Hawkman on the shoulder.

Hawkman looked at the dagger in his hand, then looked up at Doctor Fate: "What did you give in return?"

"Just a few insignificant little things."

Dr. Fate said, "Compared to that, the most important thing is that you are all still alive."

"Is there really no way we can deal with him? Even if it's not for my sake?"

Hawkman emphasized, "To be a superhuman being with so many lives on your hands, and yet be unrestrained, unjudged, and without any consequences, Kent, that's a provocation."

Hawkman said unwillingly.

"Before meeting them, I might have thought I had a 30% chance of winning, but now, we have no chance at all."

Hawkman's words were stuck in his throat, like a rooster being strangled, his face turning red, and he finally had no choice but to accept it.

This is the reality.

"Thank you, buddy," Hawkman said solemnly.

"Kent, I want to know who that person is."

Just then, Wonder Woman suddenly walked over.

"Diana—" Doctor Fate frowned, about to say something, when a fragment of a scene suddenly flashed before his eyes.

"I'll tell you," he said.

The sun slowly rose over the roof of the wooden house, and the cool morning mist completely dissipated.

Jonathan, who had gotten up early, was starting up the bright red farm machine when he turned his head and saw Wonder Woman approaching the farm step by step.

He frowned, looking puzzled.

As Wonder Woman approached, Jonathan stood up, his tone puzzled. "Beautiful lady, who are you looking for? Or are you planning to order organic vegetables from Kent Farms? I don't think I've ever seen you in town before."

"I'm looking for Lucas."

Wonder Woman, dressed in a long linen dress, smiled and said.