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

A seven-light mix is ​​a white light, but a white light is definitely not just a mixture of seven lights.

White encompasses all colors, while seven lights represent only seven visible colors on the emotional spectrum. A white light created by mixing these colors is incomplete and cannot represent life at all.

Undeniably, such pseudo-white light is also an extremely powerful force, but it absolutely cannot produce a 1+1>2 effect on him.

For him, it wasn't worth spending a lot of energy pursuing a power that would have serious negative effects on his own emotions.

Chapter 169 Resurrection and Joining

After Karl finished organizing his findings, he looked at Mebius again, who had essentially completed the reconstruction of her body.

So Karl left and waited outside the room for 10 minutes. When he returned, Mebius had indeed fully recovered.

A petite figure, wearing a crown and a long dress, sitting barefoot on a floating suitcase.

“Mebius, are you still you?” Karl was slightly curious about Mebius’s thoughts. Did she really not care about such things?

Möbius laughed and said, "Of course, I am who I am, the real and only Möbius."

"That's good, as long as you don't mind."

Karl didn't ask any further questions. Everyone has their own standard for defining resurrection, and there's no need to use your own to measure others.

The topic was glossed over, and Möbius floated over with great interest, asking about what she cared about most: "I was reborn, which means we've arrived in the DC universe, right?"

“That’s right.” Carl nodded. “Should I say welcome?”

Mebius looked around curiously. There were many instruments here that she had never seen before. A few of them even completely violated ergonomics in appearance, and it was clear at a glance that they were not made for human operation.

Because the alien technology was taken from several very ordinary alien fleets by Karl.

“Where are we now?” Mebius asked.

"My underground base, beneath the metropolis, is a city you should know."

"Hmm." Möbius nodded. "Speaking of which, you didn't want to tell me which version of Superman you were before, but now, can I find out?"

Carl did not refuse this time, because unless he planned to keep Mebius locked up in the underground base indefinitely, the other party would easily hear the name of Superpower.

“Come with me,” Carl said. “We’re going to the surface.”

Karl led Mebius to the top floor of the building, where there was a very conspicuous U-shaped sign that the Super Queen had hung on for several days.

“This is…” Mebius knew what Carl wanted to show her, but for a moment she couldn’t really think of any connection between this U-shaped symbol and Superman.

So Mebius turned to ask Karl himself, and just then she noticed that the insignia on Karl's chest was changing.

His uniform wasn't heavy, but it was made with Kryptonian technology. Automatically modifying details like this was just a piece of cake; soon the "s" on it became a "u".

Mebius carefully recalled the relevant memories, then opened his mouth wide in disbelief and exclaimed, "Ultraman?"

“That’s right?” Karl nodded.

Mebius's voice rose a few decibels: "But you're nothing like that. Superpower is an absolute villain, but you were always helping us in the Honkai world and never asked for anything in return."

"Besides, isn't the Superpower's weakness the sun? You haven't been affected by it at all."

Mebius had several guesses in her mind: Unjust Super, Lord Super, German Super, Red Super... She had thought of all of these, but she never guessed that the other party's true identity was Super Overlord.

Karl answered the second question first: "Are weaknesses really that hard for Kryptonians to overcome? Even the lamp ring you used before could block most external energy, right?"

"As for Superpower being a villain, you should use your scientific mindset more on that."

Mebius understood what Karl meant. Scientific thinking here refers to verifying and experimenting first, and then drawing conclusions. In other words, she should not be bound by preconceived notions and should not judge people by labels.

Mebius took a few seconds to process the information before saying, "Well, thinking about it carefully, it's not that hard to accept. After all, this is a real world, not a comic book, and you can travel to other worlds, experience different things, and develop different personalities. That's normal."

Mebius attributed the differences between Karl and the original to their different experiences, a claim Karl did not deny.

The conclusion doesn't have to be true. As long as the other party understands the current situation, that's fine. Even if I reveal my identity as a time traveler, it won't make much difference except for Mebius asking me all sorts of questions.

“A whole new world, it’s really exciting,” Möbius said.

"Don't get too excited yet. Remember what I said a month ago? This world is dangerous," Karl said, pouring cold water on the situation.

"Oh, that's true." Mebius's expression changed instantly, and he used his youthful appearance to say pitifully, "I don't even have a weapon, I'm sure I'll be bullied, I'm so scared."

Karl's lips twitched: "Uh, do you have to talk like that? Can't we communicate in a normal way?"

“Oh, sorry.” Mebius returned to his normal demeanor: “I learned this from others. This way of speaking always effectively lowers people’s guard and makes more people willing to accept my experiments, so I’ve gotten used to it.”

Clearly, Mebius hasn't grasped the essence. Her way of speaking only makes her seem like a beautiful but venomous snake in disguise. It's fine if you don't see through her, but once you realize it's a disguise, it makes you think she has malicious intentions.

However, Carl still understood what the other party wanted to say.

“You want to continue using the Yellow Light Ring, right? Just say so.” Karl took the ring out of the box and handed it to Möbius.

The purpose of a light ring is to be used, and Mebius is indeed very suitable for the yellow light ring. In Earth 3, Karl really couldn't find anyone more suitable than her.

Mebius is known as the Hero in her world, which may be somewhat frightening, but she is definitely on the side of humanity. At least she would never go out on the street to kidnap people for human experimentation, which alone makes her better than most of the Fear Ring's chosen ones.

Having power but not going around committing evil deeds, I'm afraid the only remaining member of the alliance is Night Owl.

However, Karl was merely a collaborator with him, intending to utilize the other's unique way of thinking to create inter-universe technology. Unlike magical items that Karl could be immune to, the lamp ring was completely unnecessary to give to the other.

"Ah, thank you, you're so kind to me," Möbius said with a squinting smile.

“Because you are a good fit,” Karl said. “Also, there’s no furnace here. If you want to power the ring, you’ll need to instill fear in the people of this world.”

Möbius nodded to indicate that he understood.

Carl continued, "The alliance here is called the Ultimate Alliance. It's been around for a while now, and you need to join, at least to be registered. It'll be convenient if I'm not around in the future, you can keep an eye on this city for me."

“No problem, I’m familiar with joining organizations.” Mebius readily agreed.

Carl pulled Mebius into the Ultimate Alliance's internal communications, using the light ring on her hand as the device; the entire video conference was a piece of cake for the light ring.

Chapter 170 The Gift of Evolution

The ring uses emotional energy, but the ring itself is a technological product, combining the functions of a weapon, uniform, communication, and computer.

"Although the Ultimate Alliance has a different name, it is still the same as the Earth 3 you know. It is an alliance of villains. Their existence is almost like making use of waste, so you have to control how you deal with them."

Karl offered a reminder, then pulled Mebius into the Ultimate League's internal communications.

Mebius indicated that he understood, and then directly projected a large screen using the light ring, which was divided into dozens of squares displaying the code names of the villains.

It's like a video conference, but right now there are only a few people watching and no one has turned on their camera, so Mebius is going to turn on his own camera first.

"Hello, everyone~" Mebius said, taking advantage of his good looks.

A number of figures suddenly appeared on the screen. They were all curious about Mebius's appearance. She looked like a little girl, and although she was dressed strangely, she still seemed out of place with the other menacing-looking people.

Keep in mind that this is an internal network established by the bad guys, controlled by an AI grid, so there is no possibility of accidental intrusion. Therefore, the other party must have joined through legitimate means.

Johnny Quick's image popped up, showing that his right arm, which had been burned off by Luthor's lightning, had been replaced with a mechanical one.

While it lacks the flexibility of the original, it is much more functional. A cool robotic arm can be freely modified, such as attaching a communicator to the arm.

“A new member, Mebius, right? You didn’t just join the league for fun, did you? This isn’t a place for playing house. Who invited you?” Johnny Quick asked.

“I invited him, so what?” Carl turned on his camera.

"boss!"

After Karl appeared, everyone except a few who hadn't noticed the communicator appeared on the screen in a very short time.

"No, no, no, of course it's nothing. Anyone who gets noticed by the boss must be extraordinary." Although no one knew Möbius yet, it was still necessary to say that.

After waiting a while, seeing that Karl did not respond, the group turned the conversation to Möbius.

"Mebius, what's your relationship with the boss? How did you meet?" Karl had never personally recruited someone before.

Möbius approached Karl, touched his lips with his left hand, and said, "Hmm... what kind of relationship is it?"

Karl glanced at Mebius, who had somehow switched the yellow light ring to the ring finger of his left hand. The two appeared on the same screen, and Mebius's tone was full of implications.

So, is this what the boss likes? The Ultimate Alliance members undoubtedly had some misunderstanding, but Karl didn't bother to explain.

As he said before, these members of the alliance are just tools; they exist because they can play a role, and Mebius clearly understands this.

She uses this technique to gain a high position in the Alliance, making it easier for her to harness the fear of the people of this world to power her Yellow Light Ring.

Carl didn't care about the opinions of the Ultimate Alliance members, as long as they continued to work. Möbius deceiving them was simply making the best use of them.

After greeting the alliance members, Mebius turned off the display on the light ring.

“So many superpowered individuals, I really want to put them on the operating table and study them,” Möbius said.

Carl said, "Although they deserved to die, they are still useful now. Maintaining order on Earth requires manpower."

Mebius was slightly disappointed, but his interest remained high: "Well, it's not a big problem. There are so many strange things in this world. I don't think I'll lack materials for evolution."

Then Karl remembered something: "Oh right, speaking of evolution."

He opened the storage box in his belt and took out a bone, or more accurately, a bone spur.

This bone comes from Doomsday in the DC cinematic universe. After Karl easily defeated his opponent with Kryptonite, he casually broke off a piece of the bone. It was purely by chance, without any purpose, so this thing had been left to gather dust in a corner by Karl.

"You could try researching this."

"What is this?" Mebius asked, tilting his head.

"The bone spikes of Doomsday—when it comes to the term 'evolutionary adaptation,' there's probably no more fitting entity in the DC universe than Doomsday; it is evolution itself..."

No sooner had Karl finished speaking than Mebius, his eyes gleaming, took the bone spur.

“Ah, how beautiful!” Möbius exclaimed, captivated.

Mebius had some understanding of Doomsday, so she understood how well it aligned with her goals: infinite life, infinite resurrection, infinite evolution—this was the infinity she sought!

It took Möbius several minutes to calm down, but he still clung to the bone spur and refused to let go.

“Thank you, this is the best gift I’ve ever received,” Möbius said. “But why give it to me so easily? I feel a little unworthy of it.”

“Because I admire you,” Carl said directly.

Möbius paused for a moment, then after several seconds regained his charming smile and replied, "This... seems pretty good, after all, they even received a ring..."

Möbius touched the yellow light ring on his left hand.

"What are you thinking about?" Karl interrupted.

“We’ve only known each other for a short time, and our relationship shouldn’t have reached that point. It’s undeniable that you are beautiful, but what I’m admiring is your will, your will to even disintegrate yourself for the path you follow.”