I, the anti-superman, have hacked into the chat group.

Sometimes, Night Owl would envy Carl's abilities. After all, Carl's individual abilities were enough, and Carl, who possessed all of them, was almost omnipotent.

If he had Carl's abilities, he could finish all the work in a day and absolutely control Gotham City.

But Owl resisted his desires. He insisted on not gaining superpowers, especially powerful ones like Carl's. After rational analysis, he concluded that if he gained such power, he would become someone he wouldn't recognize. So it was better to maintain the status quo.

Carl quickly finished the finishing touches and imported the program into the server to run.

"The grid is now online."

A green-eyed metal skull appeared on the computer screen; this was the image the grid had chosen for itself.

“Grid, do you think there’s something wrong with you?” Carl asked.

"Self-checking... Self-check complete, program running normally, ready to start working at any time," the grid replied stiffly. Although it was artificial intelligence, it was still very rigid in its early stages, like an ordinary pseudo-intelligent robot.

Whether he will have any problems or not remains to be seen, depending on his future performance. Even if artificial intelligence is to develop self-awareness, it usually takes a period of time after it has been working for a while. At least Carl, who has seen his code, does not believe that the grid will disobey orders in a short period of time.

Carl said, "Very good, Grid. Your task is to monitor the world and find suspicious people, but before you begin, demonstrate your capabilities by hacking into networks."

While Carl was testing the newly emerged grid, a man set foot on Paradise Island, a land far overseas, a land of xenophobia.

However, he was not attacked by the Amazon warriors because he had been invited.

"Alexander Luther, welcome to Paradise Island."

"Where exactly is this place?" asked Luther, a man with brown hair and a full beard.

He remembered that after killing Rubber Man in Fawcett City, he chose to relocate in order to avoid directly confronting the Ultimate League, or more precisely, to avoid directly confronting the Superman.

Along the way, he evaded the detection of satellites and the Calamity Lantern Ring, but after arriving in this sea area, he unexpectedly lost his way. Despite not having this intention, he still ended up on this suddenly appearing island.

The woman in front of him said this was Paradise Island, but he was certain that there was no such island in this area.

"Didn't I tell you? This is Paradise Island," said the Super Queen, who had changed back into her traditional Amazonian attire.

“Who will understand if you just give a name? I need a more specific explanation: who are you, what is this island for, and why am I here? If you don’t tell me…”

As Luther spoke, his arm suddenly grew longer and grabbed Super Queen by the neck.

“I really don’t want to kill a beautiful woman like you, so you’d better cooperate,” Luther said, as bursts of lightning crackled around him as he used his powers.

But when faced with his threat, the Super Queen laughed.

"We were right after all. You can take other people's abilities for yourself. With this ability, you are undoubtedly the most powerful person on Earth. However, you still need to grow a bit."

After the Super Queen finished speaking, she directly pried Luther's hands off. Her physical abilities were very strong. Although she was not as good as Carl, there was probably no one stronger than her on Earth.

After breaking free of her restraints, Super Queen did not press her advantage. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with Luther's and placed her other hand naturally on his chest.

She was certain that Luther was the person prophesied to be. In fact, Paradise Island had always been paying attention to the outside world. They wanted to find the strongest person, so they set up many candidates.

However, it is actually difficult to determine who is the strongest. Carl can suppress the whole world by himself, is he the strongest? Nite Owl can subdue many superpowered people with a mortal body, is he the strongest?

But in the end, all these questions disappeared after Luther appeared. Nothing could compare to Luther, who possessed the power of plunder, because he could grow infinitely and become invincible as long as conditions allowed.

The Super Queen said in a seductive voice, "I know you must have great ambitions, but you can't realize them because of the existence of the Ultimate Alliance. But I can help you."

"Oh, how are you going to help me?" Luther asked with interest.

“I will dedicate my life to you, I will help you become the greatest person, and we will have a child.” Super Queen said, practically clinging to Luther.

Luther wasn't exactly a gentleman either; faced with the other's advances, the two immediately engaged in something that needs to be fast-forwarded on the beach.

As the sun set, the two tidied themselves up again.

At this point, Luther said, "You have a good eye, but you're wrong about one thing. I don't need to be the greatest man, because I am already the greatest man. I, Alexander Luther, am the greatest hero in the world!"

The Super Queen didn't refute, but smiled and said, "Alright then, great hero, may I show you around this island now?"

"Then let's talk about it. You say you can provide help, so you need to be more specific. Although even if you only provide the kind of help you just gave me, I won't be dissatisfied," Luther said confidently.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Arrogant Man

Paradise Island is a place favored by the gods, founded by Zeus, the Greek king of the gods. The people who live there are blessed, and their strength varies, ranging from being only a few times stronger than ordinary people to being able to pluck stars from the sky and grasp the moon. Moreover, every Amazon is immortal.

Although the Greek gods have departed, their blessings remain in effect. The Amazons have not weakened; their physical attributes and magical abilities are exactly the same as before.

However, having lost their backing, they still chose to blockade the island. Without the protection of the Greek gods, the blessed Amazons were easily targeted by many foreign enemies.

Even a mighty tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. Compared to other races that have developed slowly, the Amazons are uniquely blessed, possessing various artifacts and magic obtained from the gods.

Without power, these things become a curse. They desperately need a god, so the Super Queen was taught from a young age that she must have a child with the strongest person, and that is the meaning of her existence.

Luther was utterly bewildered when he arrived here. He never imagined that there was such a magical country on Earth where only women existed.

Like the strange races that appear in children's books, these characters live in seclusion and use magic; they often appear in the adventure stories of heroes.

Normally, their mission is to help heroes walk the right path. Thinking about it this way, Luther felt like he was the protagonist of destiny, destined to liberate humanity from alien control.

Luther had a wonderful plan, but in Paradise Island's eyes, he was nothing more than a tool, a tool needed to welcome God.

If they could, they would even like to imprison Luther on Paradise Island until the child is born safely.

However, they can only dream about it; they don't have the ability. Alexander Luther is not easy to deal with, and if they really fought, they might not be able to defeat Luther. Even the Queen of the Superior wasn't confident that she could definitely beat Luther.

Thinking of this, the Amazonian queen began to miss the Lasso of Subjugation that had been traded to Karl. With it, she could have kept Luther on Paradise Island instead of having to feign compliance with him like she did now.

But thinking about it now is useless. If we don't hand over the lasso, we can't get back the Queen. Then the future of Paradise Island will be in jeopardy. Although things are much more complicated now, at least things are going smoothly for now.

Just as she was thinking this, Luther spoke.

"Can your magic help me defeat Superpower?"

Of course not. If they could win, they would have started fighting when the Queen was captured. Why wait until now? Besides, the Queen thinks there's no need to fight at all.

These Amazons have infinite lifespans; they have waited so long, they can continue to wait as long as the child grows up, and according to the prophecy, he will become a god beyond the universe.

By then, they can easily rule the world with this child, without having to rush out to fight and kill.

Seeing that the Queen did not reply for a long time, Luther said, "It seems that this will not work. In that case, open the barrier and let me out. Staying here is not the behavior of the greatest hero."

Seeing this, the Amazon Queen gave her daughter a wink, hoping that the Super Queen could use their newly formed special relationship as an excuse to persuade Luthor to stay.

Surprisingly, Super Queen agreed with Luther's idea.

“He’s right. Superpower is indeed a lot of trouble. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have to stay here. Now that we have the help of the strongest human on Earth, why don’t we just go out?”

Supergirl still remembers being used as a ball by Karl. Having almost never suffered a setback in her life, she holds a grudge.

Moreover, although she only stayed in the outside world for a few months, Queen Super had become completely enamored with the glitz and glamour of society. She was already tired of the unchanging Paradise Island and would love to stay there forever if she could.

“Mother, didn’t we seal away many monsters under the instructions of the gods, such as the Kraken and the demons of hell? We can let Luther absorb their powers. With all these powers gathered in one body, even Superpower would be no match for Luther,” Super Queen said.

The Queen of Amazons never expected that her daughter would think this way. Why make things so complicated when you could succeed by simply being honest and straightforward?

The Amazon Queen glared at her, as if to say that the other party was too reckless, but the Super Queen did not back down. In her opinion, her mother had been worn down by the long years and had completely lost the bravery that Amazons should have.

Luther was quite pleased; this woman he had just met was very much to his liking.

So he ignored the Amazonian queen and asked directly, "Very well, where are those guys you mentioned? Take me there directly."

The Amazonian queen is in a real bind. What's wrong with the two most crucial people in this plan?

Instead of using the simple and direct method to guarantee victory, they insist on trying every possible shortcut. Don't they consider the risks they will face if they fail? Or do they simply not care?

She desperately wanted to object to their decision on the spot, but she couldn't, because she was too weak and powerless. Super Queen and Luthor were currently the two strongest people on Paradise Island, and if they were determined to do something, no one else could stop them.

"Alright, warrior, I originally intended for you to stay on Paradise Island for training, but since you insist on going to fight, we cannot stop you. We will take you to those sealed locations," the Amazon Queen said helplessly.

There's no way to stop it now; their biggest henchman has betrayed them. If they want to continue the plan, they have to help Luther gain powerful abilities so that he can truly defeat the king of the outside world.

One thing the Super Queen said is true: those monsters are indeed very strong, because they were sealed away during the time when the gods were still alive, and they are beings that the gods need to deal with.

The gods may have sealed them away because they thought they were useful and wanted to tame them. However, when the gods left, they no longer cared about these monsters, so the seal remained. Sometimes, the Amazons had to reinforce it regularly to prevent it from breaking.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started. I'm really looking forward to seeing what changes those abilities will bring to me," Luther urged.

He was very confident in himself, even to the point of arrogance. He believed that he was a special person by nature, so he didn't even give himself any code name, just so that people could remember his name directly.

Chapter 79 Uploading Comics

Luther was trying his best to accumulate power. He knew that Superpower was very strong, so strong that it was unreasonable, but he also understood that there were other powers in the world that could rival Superpower.

Take Johnny Quick, for example. He claims to be the fastest human in the world, and that's true, because his speed is comparable to that of the Superpower. Isn't he the fastest human?

Luther has always wanted to gain his speed; this ability is almost essential if he wants to fight Superpower.

Johnny Quick's constant wandering and lack of a fixed abode in Central City prevented him from finding an opportunity. While he would slow down in Metropolis, he dared not venture into the Superpowers' territory, thus preventing him from acquiring the ability.

Of course, even if he succeeds, it will only mean that he will no longer be at a disadvantage in terms of speed. He will still need a lot of other abilities to bridge the gap between the two of them. The current situation seems to be a good opportunity for him to obtain abilities related to gods.

……

"Grid, show me what Deathstorm is doing right now?" Karl issued the order to Grid.

After a period of testing, the Grid was officially put into use. At the same time, Carl and Night Owl made some modifications to the Space Detection Tower, allowing it to detect the entire Earth simultaneously.

The Grid will receive and organize the data about Earth from the Space Detection Tower, so from now on he is the person in charge of communications and intelligence in the Ultimate Alliance.

“Okay, Superb,” Grid replied.

Deathstorm's conspicuous flaming skull quickly appeared on the computer screen. Strangely, he wasn't at home, but in Fawcett City.

He was talking to members of the alliance in the city, but the process didn't seem to go well; the group started fighting over a minor disagreement.

But don't be fooled by how easily Karl dealt with the Death Storm; he's actually quite formidable, and his ability to manipulate atoms at will is absolutely bug-level.

In particular, he has no limitations and can directly apply his abilities to other people's bodies, which is his forte. As a biology professor, Death Storm is very familiar with the composition of organic matter, and for him, changing the human body is even easier than changing a stone.

So Deathstorm quickly defeated the remaining members, the whole process was a complete crushing defeat. The moment Deathstorm's flames touched their bodies, the outcome was already decided.

"So, from today onwards, this city belongs to me. You have no objections, right?!" Death Storm said condescendingly to those who had been knocked to the ground.

Since they were all members of the alliance, he held back and did not kill the others. He only replaced part of their body structure, temporarily turning them into disabled persons.

No matter how unwilling these people are, they can't change anything. After losing the rubber man, their squad's combat power is severely insufficient, and they no longer have the ability to continue to control the city.

It was precisely because he understood this that Death Storm traveled all the way here. He had not given up on the idea of ​​becoming the city's controller, after all, this was the most direct way to improve his status in the alliance.

After watching the scene, Carl let the grid continue working and then left. As for the actions taken against Death Storm, Carl felt no unease. Such things were normal, within the bounds of the rules, and did indeed help stabilize the city.

Carl returned to his residence. The task of monitoring the world was carried out by the Grid. When a suspicious person appeared, the Grid would call him, so he didn't need to be there all the time.

Feeling a bit relaxed, Carl opened the chat group and found that it was actually quite lively.