American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 217: Cheers from the Audience

metropolis.

The city's residents were bathed in an endless expanse of "orange-red" sunset.

Gino's voice accompanied the breeze, seemingly filling every corner of the high-rise buildings and residential houses like air.

Everyone heard Gino's voice.

Abrupt, uncontrollable, like the silent wait before reaping something that would make one ecstatic in a terrible life, everyone fell silent.

The entire city seemed to have been put on pause.

A strange thought quietly arose in the minds of countless ordinary people: they wanted to shout out loud and cheer wildly.

The entire city was enveloped in a pilgrimage ritual, a favorite of angels when they descend to earth.

As harmless angelic magic seeped into everyone's heart,

Like rustling sounds coming in the dead of night, inexplicably, the shouts of countless people intertwined, like a grand theatrical performance.

"Gino Luther".

The sound rose slightly, chaotic and disordered.

Apart from Clark and others hiding inside the high-rise building, the crowd stood stiffly, but their eyes were filled with fervor as they raised their arms.

"Gino Luther!"

Cheers erupted in the city once again.

The originally noisy sound became even louder and more orderly.

They were grand and orderly, their roaring sound threatening to overturn the entire city, as unbelievable as a second-rate scientist saying that if everyone on Earth jumped at the same time, the Earth would be destroyed.

The glass trembled, and the earth seemed to shake.

The mountains roared and the sea surged.

Ten thousand people shouted.

Everyone loves and respects him.

The entire city began to boil and burn at the boy's words!

They chanted Gino Luther's name.

They sang praises of Gino's achievements.

The sound was like a fighter jet roaring across the sky, its echoes reverberating throughout the city from all directions.

The sound naturally reached the ears of Unjust, whose hearing had become more acute due to the loss of his eyesight.

At this moment, in the deep pit filled with cracks and fissures, Clark lay slumped on the ground with a defeated expression.

Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is when others are more successful than you.

Once upon a time, a long time ago,

The scene that Clark had longed for countless days and nights was now unfolding before his eyes. People were cheering for someone's name, but unfortunately, the protagonist they were talking about was not him.

He twisted his neck with considerable difficulty, his slightly weathered middle-aged face filled with weariness: "I lost, didn't I?"

"Hoo." Clark relaxed, as if a burden had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders, and let out a soft breath. He said, "Perhaps the real me died long after Louise and the child died."

Now, he is nothing more than an emotionless shell, his final ideals failing and his hopes shattered.

The battlefield, now a scene of devastation and filled with the smoke of gunpowder, had somehow become crowded with people.

Led by Gino, the people standing in a row surrounding the boy were:

A limited-edition Clark, a local teenager with a complex expression.

Diana, with a slightly regretful look in her eyes, crossed her arms and remained expressionless.

And Batman, who is hiding at the end and observing from the shadows.

People seemed to be watching, or perhaps indifferently observing the fall of a loser, a tyrant.

"I'm going to kill him."

Diana was ruthless and taciturn, maintaining the fine tradition of the Amazons for thousands of years, never missing an opportunity to finish off her enemies.

"Wait a minute." Batman suddenly spoke from the corner, pursing his lips as he looked at Gino: "Your leader promised me he'd be left to me to deal with."

Hearing Batman's words, Gino didn't say anything, but he guessed Batman's intentions with just a little speculation.

Just like every Batman in every world suffers from paranoia and suspicion of conspiracy theories.

After witnessing his group intervene in his world's conflicts with an almost overbearing attitude and behavior.

This middle-aged Batman may have felt a sense of crisis.

The superhero in one's own world is indeed hateful.

But when faced with threats from outsiders, it goes without saying what choice Batman will make.

He would choose to leave the tyrant Clark alive to deal with threats from other universes.

"Batman, what do you think?" Suddenly, Gino asked Batman, who had been silent in the group.

I'd like to hear your thoughts.

Hearing Gino's words, Batman's eyes narrowed slightly beneath his bat mask; he sensed that Gino might be trying to confirm something.

So how should he answer?

Show mercy or sentence to death.

These chaotic thoughts raced through Batman's mind, and in just a few seconds, he gave his answer: "Perhaps we can vote."

A cunning bat, a slippery bat.

Unable to discern Gino's intentions, he chose to pass the ball away.

"interesting."

Gino smiled, seemingly unsurprised by Batman's answer.

The boy yawned: "Then, let's vote by raising our hands."

It's the same people, just in a different setting.

As the heatwave from the nuclear explosion lashed his body, Gino spoke up: "Those who agree to execute Tyrant Superman, raise your hands."

Without much hesitation, Wonder Woman was the first to raise her right hand.

Clark pursed his lips. In that critical moment, the kindness in his heart made his right hand feel as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost impossible to lift.

Diana glared at Clark with exasperation, gaining a deeper understanding of him.

Compared to the Clark who collapsed in the deep pit, the Clark in his own universe was as kind as a little girl.

"Then, those who oppose the execution of the tyrant Clark, please raise your hands."

Without giving Ginobili any hesitation, Batman slowly raised his right hand.

"Interesting, the situation is now one to one." Gino covered his mouth and yawned, shaking his head with a sigh. "So, it seems the decision is back in my hands?"

Under everyone's gaze, Gino tilted his head expressionlessly, looked at the figure lying in the deep pit, and chuckled, "Let him decide for himself."

It was an absurd yet brilliant decision. Upon hearing Gino's words, the middle-aged Batman couldn't help but tense up, his slightly clenched lips revealing his inner turmoil.

He had almost foreseen everything.

For example, Gino might change his mind, or he might take pity on Clark and spare his life.

But he never imagined that Gino Luther would actually ask Clark to answer that question.

This is as ridiculous as letting the perpetrator decide whether they are guilty or not.

But precisely because of this, Batman's heart is filled with despair.

Because he understands Superman, he understands Clark.

When faced with the question of life or death, most people would choose the former without hesitation.

But for Superman, this proud being, he would never allow himself to live a life of ignominy.

As if confirming Batman's inner suspicions, Superman, lying in the deep pit, revealed a grim smile. He struggled to his feet, straightened his chest, and tried his best to appear like a warrior.

He said, "Come on, I'm ready to die."

(End of this chapter)