I became light in American comics.

Chapter 130 Identifying Signals

"So, this is that city, what's it called again?"

A tall woman with red hair turned her head.

It was Princess Maxima from Almerik.

"Gotham, Your Highness."

The maid following behind spoke while flipping through the Gotham Travel Guide in her hand.

"The book says this city is famous for its circuses, clown shows, and even a mental hospital?"

The maid raised an eyebrow.

What kind of operation is it to list a mental hospital in the city's special features section of a travel guide?

"Is the person we're looking for here?" Maxima asked.

"I think so, Your Highness."

The maid waved her hand, releasing a video feed from her palm. The image showed a giant of light, like a god descending from heaven, whose golden radiance dispelled the darkness and stood majestically amidst the city.

"This is the area where he first appeared and was most active. There's a high probability that he operated within this city."

Maxima looked at the red and silver body appearing between the cities in the video: "Did you see this body? The lines, the strong skin, the powerful beauty."

"Yes, yes, Your Highness," the maid whispered, "but I was just mentioning it. If this giant form is his true form, then wouldn't he be... wouldn't he be a little too big?"

What she was thinking was, "This guy's size is at least fifty meters tall, while Your Highness, even with height-increasing shoes, you're barely two meters. Species differences aside, isn't this a bit too much of a stretch?"

To everyone's surprise, Maxima's eyes lit up even more: "Wouldn't bigger be even better?"

maid:"."

"Speaking of which, how's it going with my recent assignment to research Earth's cultures?" Maxima asked. "Have you learned anything? I welcome any suggestions now."

Maxima thought that, aside from adhering to local customs, she should at least understand the local species' views on marriage and love when she arrived in a new place. Even within the same planet, different races can have vastly different values, let alone those from different planets.

So this arduous task fell to the maid.

"Oh, yes, yes. I recently searched through documents from many countries around the world and I did make some discoveries."

"Oh? Then what should we do?"

"I won't do anything," the maid said confidently.

"What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. Many books say that the more enthusiastic you are, the more likely it is to backfire," the maid said. "Your Highness, if you do nothing, the man will think, 'Woman, you've caught my attention.' Then he'll become interested in you and will actively create opportunities to meet you and make contact."

"Really?" Maxima wondered. "Are all the customs on this planet this strange? It sounds so unbelievable! What documents are you reading?"

"This is it."

With a wave of her hand, the maid conjured up a book with the words "Domineering CEO, Where Did Your Wife Run Off To?"

At this point, her eyes immediately lit up: "At first, I clicked in with a learning mindset, but the more I read, the more I found it really interesting. I've almost read a thousand chapters now, and I'm about to catch up with the ongoing series."

Maxima: "."

The more I listened, the less reliable it seemed.

"I have an idea too," Sass said sullenly from the side.

"Hmm? You have a plan too?" Maxima glanced at him. "Tell me about it."

"I see that the people on this planet have great respect and admiration for Superman and Ultraman here. I suppose they also respect the strong."

Almeric is a planet of recklessness, and Sass is clearly the fighter among reckless ones, with a simple and brutal way of thinking.

"If Your Highness were to join them and demonstrate your strength, perhaps it would attract his attention?"

"Hiss~"

Sure enough, this suggestion immediately hit the nail on the head of the head of the tough princess who was single-mindedly looking for a husband who could beat her.

"I think Sass makes a good point."

Maxima nodded, seemingly wide awake the moment the topic of fighting came up.

"Alright! So, the next step is to find that guy and show him the iron fist of this princess!"

Meanwhile, back at the shop, Shen You continued his daily routine of studying, researching, and developing, but he also didn't forget to keep up with current events.

The most bustling place lately has to be Metropolis. The first DC version of the Aura of the Aura seems to have crashed into Metropolis. Since Superman announced his debut, all sorts of superpowered freaks and artificial black technology bastards have wanted to try and get on the Iron Man's good side.

So this is probably the most stressful period of Superman's career right now. Internally, the Justice League hasn't been formed yet, he has no teammates to back him up, and even his external brain hasn't been activated. Externally, in the early days of his career, Superman didn't have enough trust from either the public or the military.

To be fair, although General Lane promised not to cause him any trouble, the so-called promises made under the traditional American practice are probably not much more valuable than toilet paper that has just been used up.

The apparent harmony was solely based on the discovery that Superman's fist was genuinely huge. In reality, countless people secretly lusted after him while gazing at the blue sky.

Once they catch you in the act, at best you'll be dragged to a VIP suite like the one at Flashpoint and put in jail; at worst, a set of photon skin rejuvenation treatments on an experimental table will kill you on the spot—Brother Zhun sent his congratulations from the Olympic Games overnight after hearing this.

It's one thing to have strong psychological resilience, but the real problem is that the villains in the Superman series are all inhuman. Take, for example, "Parasite," which wreaked havoc in Metropolis just last week. It's a classic American comic book story about a lab accident that creates a father. An ordinary person's body is rewritten by harmful materials from alien organisms due to an accident, transforming him into an overpowered villain who can absorb the energy of any living being through contact.

It could even absorb Superman's energy and replicate his abilities after absorbing it. Superman only managed to win after taking a good beating and ending up with a bruised and swollen face.

Therefore, the current strength of Superman lies in his mental resilience and physical toughness. It will be quite a test of his skills to survive until the Justice League is established.

Shen You was scrolling through the latest Superman video posted on the Planet Daily's official website when he looked up and immediately spotted a man and a woman sitting in a corner of the shop. The red-haired woman was wrapped around the man's slightly overweight waist as if no one else was around, their embrace as tight as a snake.

Shen You even caught a glimpse of the police badge in the overweight man's shirt pocket.

Even though she's a detective in the GCPD, this woman doesn't look like his wife.

Good grief, they're from the Gotham Police Department, how can they be so arrogant in broad daylight?

No, since it's the Gotham Police Department, none of their actions seem surprising.

The woman nestled in the detective's arms: "Darling, I heard you've been investigating that...what...Roxson lately?"

"Roxon Energy, a senior board member has died."

The detective spoke gently while groping her.

When his hand touched certain parts, the woman giggled and dodged away with a "You're so annoying!"

"Who killed him?" she asked with a smile.

"Who knows. But we suspect it's related to Roxon's recent lake reclamation project, speculating it's related to extreme environmental organizations."

Oh, right, I shouldn't have said that. The case details are all classified. Haha, that drink must have had a bit too much effect.

The detective chuckled. "Let's not talk about anything unpleasant for today, okay, sweetheart?"

"Of course, I'll do whatever you say."

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Before the scene became even more offensive, Shen You decisively retreated into the underground laboratory.

Over the past two days, he conducted a brief study on the anomalies that had occurred in Titanor. Although it had returned to normal, a scan revealed that the radiation energy had not been completely eliminated, but rather some remained in the little monkey's body.

Further research has even revealed that the radiation was affected by the shrinking light he emitted, resulting in further mutations.

This situation means that even when Titano shrinks back to its monkey-like size, it remains stronger than ordinary animals, and with further research, it seems possible that it could even grow back to gigantic size. With proper training and adjustments, it might even be able to freely control its size.

If it can really be developed to that point, then it truly reflects its owner.

In addition, he had finished studying the Speed ​​Force literature brought from Gorilla City. He had read a lot of miscellaneous theoretical knowledge, but much of the content still needed experimental testing. The Speed ​​Force was indeed an energy law primarily based on spacetime, and Shen You had already come up with several ideas, all related to influencing time.

The energy from the Speed ​​Force ore he brought out upon his initial entry into the Speed ​​Force Field had completely dissipated during the research. Shen You was already planning when to find an opportunity to go back and get some more.

It's been so long since I last visited him. That gorilla from the Speed ​​Force must be feeling pretty lonely, and he'd probably be very welcoming.

"Ding~"

The notification sounded, and Shen You looked up.

"Maybe we should consider changing the notification sound so it doesn't sound like a cheat system," Shen You asked. "What is it this time?"

"It's a new frequency radar we established based on information provided by Rozburg prisoner Blue," Pal said. "It looks like we've detected a possible Rozburg identification signal."

(End of this chapter)