Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

After learning about the history of the Uchiha clan, Yotsuya Miko, Hibiki Yuta, Hikigaya Hachiman, Bruce Wayne, and Kasa all expressed their approval of his revenge!

This was something that Sasuke Uchiha had never received before.

The people in Konoha, including Kakashi, would only endlessly attack and veto him when he wanted revenge. Even Orochimaru never agreed with this. Orochimaru only cared about the Sharingan and didn't care about the love and hatred between the Uchiha brothers, let alone agree with it.

The guys in the group were completely different. They even said that I could call on them for help when I needed to take revenge, and that I could use their power.

Although Hibiki Yuta and Kasa said that they couldn't use their power to avenge personal grudges, their words implied that if he failed to get revenge, they would not hesitate to help him stop Uchiha Itachi from killing him, and they would not ask for anything in return!

Such recognition, such an unconditionally helpful fool, such a guy, such feelings.

In this ninja world, from childhood to adulthood, he had never, ever, ever experienced even the slightest bit of it!

"No, that's useless. I should only believe in myself, only believe in my own power. For that, I even abandoned Naruto. If I were to revert to my former weak self, wouldn't I be...!"

Sasuke Uchiha gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the emotion that almost welled up inside him. He shook his head violently, forcing himself to turn his gaze cold, transforming himself into a cold-blooded animal like a snake.

I can't look at this anymore, this chat group is too dangerous!

He had to go for extra training immediately, to suppress his weakness once again amidst the pain of the training!

……

"Did they run away?"

In the Land of Light, seeing Sasuke suddenly stop posting in the chat group, Kassadin could roughly understand the boy's thought process and felt delighted.

Running away is good; it means the treatment is effective. Not running away means he can still hold on.

This is wonderful news!

[Pro-war faction]: "Great hero, come see me!"

[Best Actor]: "Really? Wow, Uncle Casa praised me!"

【I am Batman】: "Sincerity for sincerity, that's really well done."

[Dead Fish Eyes]: "Huh? Uncle Bruce, you're back? Are you alright?"

【I am Batman】: "Rather than saying I'm safe and sound, it's more like I was hit by a pie from the sky. If all the injustices and torments of fate in the past were the price I paid in advance, then I would feel that nothing could be more worthwhile than this."

[Coward]: "That's so exaggerated?!"

Surprised!

Not to mention the three high school students, even Kasa was taken aback. Given Bruce's personality, what could possibly make him so happy?

[Pro-war faction]: "Could it be that the Triple Demon, Darkseid, and Barbatos had an internal conflict and all perished together?"

You're really daring to guess!

Bruce was stunned by the speculation that this was the ending. He had thought that finding a Superman out of nowhere was the luckiest thing that could happen to him.

When Kassaard's fantastical conjecture was revealed, even though rationally we knew such a thing was impossible, Superman's gain seemed rather dull compared to this conjecture.

No, no, I can't be fickle. Superman is already the best, bar none!

【I am Batman】: "That's a bit too outrageous. Be normal. I found a master from the local world, and this master is a typical good person among good people. Do you want to guess his fighting power?"

Showing off by deliberately revealing intelligence is something Bruce would never do in the DC universe, no matter how happy he is.

However, the chat group doesn't matter. In the end, as long as he still needs Kassadin to come to Gotham, Superman, such an open secret, can never be kept hidden.

It exposes Superman's secrets, not Batman's own, so this is something to brag about.

Furthermore, he also needed Kassadin's help to analyze whether Superman was as pure and reliable as he thought, and whether he could come up with a way to help Superman grow further.

[Movie.Actor]: "Judging from this attitude, he should be even stronger than Gojo-sensei from the Hachiman world, right? Considering that Gojo-sensei was a hexagonal street-smashing powerhouse before he was strengthened by the Voice of the Stars, could it be that, Uncle Bruce, you've found a local, wild, super-street-smashing powerhouse?"

【I am Batman】: "Your vision is too narrow. Guess, guess again."

[Dead Fish Eyes]: "Uh, could it be a city-destroying level?"

[I am Batman]: "Guess again, guess again, be bolder!"

[Coward]: "Hiss, no way, is it really that powerful? City-destroying level is far from enough? Could it be that it can destroy a country in one hit, and a country the size of Russia at that?"

【I am Ultraman】: "Sigh, you're still too cautious. What's limiting your vision? What makes you afraid to speculate at the Ultraman level?"

【I am Batman】: "Listen up, the superman I found can move the continent!"

Chapter 195 Answer me, Louise and Martha are dead, what are you going to do?

"A freak who appears to be a mutant tries to integrate into the mainstream society by saving a bank robbery."

"The aliens, who do not look like humans, are trying to gain the right to exist on Earth by relying on the meager method of bringing a gang that has hidden bombs to justice."

"The red-cloaked guy who called himself Superman lifted a damaged cruise ship weighing over 10,000 tons and a large passenger plane that nearly crashed with one hand in a single day, saving the lives of many people."

"The massacre in Dongzhong was stopped by that man. Tanks and fighter jets that could have started a war hit him, yet he neither dodged nor avoided them, and was completely unharmed? The protector who stood in front of all the poor orphans, Superman!"

"A fake Ultraman, a real god among men?"

"Welcome! Let us welcome the world's strongest, best, kindest, and most loving superhero who loves humanity the most! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I think there is no one who hasn't heard of him by now. He is the most unique gift God has given us, the new Son of God!"

"Let us welcome you, Mr. Superman!"

Swish!

As the host's invitation faded, the lights focused, revealing a sharp, handsome, and upright figure. Beneath his tough exterior lay a gentle kindness. The cape on his back and the "S" on his chest were unmistakably his iconic symbol. Superman, making his grand entrance!

"Aa ...

The moment he appeared, the entire venue erupted in cheers. Audience members around him raised up signs, and many women, in particular, practically ovulated on the spot.

As a man, Superman's charm is so great and so attractive to women.

On the men's side, even though it wasn't as severe as it was for the women, men generally praised and cheered for Superman's name!

This is the largest square in Metropolis, a place that can hold at least 100,000 people. Because Superman had declared in advance that the square could not be cleared out, nor that the wealthy were not allowed to spend money or hire bodyguards to clear it out, most of those who could squeeze in were strong and healthy ordinary citizens.

The host, holding the microphone, nervously leaned forward: "Hello, Superman, it seems everyone is very welcoming to you."

“Hello, Mr. Pinell,” Clark extended his hand in a friendly gesture. “You look nervous.”

"Yes, I am under a lot of pressure." The host smiled. "If I fail to conduct an in-depth interview with you this time, I think your fans might not mind holding a grudge against me afterwards. Moreover, for someone like you who seems to be able to withstand even a nuclear bomb, as an ordinary person, I am very apprehensive."

Clark shook his head slightly: "My power will only ever be used for protection. As for criminals, unless absolutely necessary, I will definitely send them to the police station. Please don't worry, I will never harm any innocent person."

"Yes, you have proven that in seven days."

The host nodded and changed the subject, "Mr. Superman, although it has only been seven days since you debuted, you have already proven your greatness with your actions. In these seven days, the people you have saved are all over the world. Although there is no specific count yet, there may be hundreds of thousands of people."

"I'd really like to know, how do you manage to do that? Do you hear anyone calling for help?"

The person who was chosen to host this once-in-a-lifetime interview was clearly not an ordinary reporter. He was carrying orders from the militaries of various countries, requiring him to test some of Superman's abilities.

Clark didn't mind at all, saying frankly, "My ears can hear all the sounds on the earth, so whenever I hear someone needs help, I'll rush over."

"But I also need to apologize to some people who did not receive my help. Although my hearing is good enough, my brain's processing speed is limited, and although it is fast enough, I am still just one person. It is difficult for me to save everyone by myself."

"This is due to my incompetence, I'm sorry."

Whoosh!

Although it was a sincere apology, his self-disclosure of his own abilities surprised the more than 100,000 people present and the viewers watching the live broadcast, who were all delighted.

Although Superman said he couldn't save everyone, does that mean he could save at least half of them?

I never expected such a great thing to happen!

After living for so many years, suddenly an invincible superhero appears, even more saintly than a saint, patrolling the world every day to save people. Isn't this equivalent to a free ultimate insurance policy? Unbeatable!

"Superman, Superman, we love you so much, ahhh!"

The audience erupted in a deafening roar once again.

The host was also amazed. After the audience finished shouting, he smiled and said, "It sounds just like Ultraman! There's no three-minute time limit either. It's hard to imagine that a superman like you, comparable to Ultraman, really exists in real life!"

"Well, if we're talking about comparing me to Ultraman, I definitely can't compare right now." Clark wasn't being modest; he was just stating the facts. "Right now, I can only push a continent, which is still quite a bit less than Ultraman, who can easily destroy a star."

"It's okay, at least you really exist, right? And God, you're much better than Ultraman. Ultraman only appears during major disasters, but you appear for any small disaster to help us!"

The host earnestly boasted, "Although the Ultraman series has been a global phenomenon since its inception, in my opinion, if someone were to produce a 'Superman' TV series now, it would definitely be more popular than the Ultraman series. By the way, do you think I can do it?"

Clark hesitated, "Uh... I'd love to grant you the license, but I've already provided the copyrights for this to the Wayne Group. If you want to develop Superman-related IPs, I think you'll have to talk to Bruce Wayne."

"Oh my god, the Wayne Enterprises are inherently evil!"

The host clicked his tongue in disappointment, then smoothly moved on to the next topic: "Judging from your clothes and manner of speaking, I think you probably grew up on Earth, Mr. Superman?"

“Yes,” Clark nodded. “Or rather, you don’t have to treat me as a real alien. Apart from this body, I think I’m no different from any other one of you.”

The host's eyes lit up, and he brought the microphone closer, finally asking the most crucial question: "So, did you grow up in the United States?"

"—Of course not."

Clark replied firmly, leaving no room for negotiation: "I am not from any particular country. I am just me, Superman. If I have to say what my nationality is, then my nationality is that of a Kryptonian and a human, nothing more!"

……

……

"This answer was really unexpected."

In Wayne Manor, Gotham, Alfred, the old butler who was pouring coffee for his master, was surprised: "Sir, when you brought Young Master Clark back seven days ago, I remember he was an American citizen, wasn't he?"

"Clark can be American, but Superman can't," Bruce said calmly. "If Clark's identity is ever revealed, then Clark will no longer be American, it's that simple."

Eight days.

It has now been eight days since the Joker tricked Clark into appearing in Gotham that night.

Bruce sipped his coffee, deeply moved.

That night, after throwing the Joker into Arkham Asylum, he found a completely new Batcave that Constantine knew nothing about, and there he talked with Superman by candlelight all night long, until dawn.

Although the two had never met before, they inexplicably hit it off immediately. Clark was quickly led to drop his disguise and reveal his true identity. In order to completely win over Clark, he led him to Wayne's house and introduced Alfred to Clark.

While chatting with Clark, he also kept a watchful eye on things, posting all the details he observed about Clark to the chat group and discussing with Kasa whether Clark's personality might be fake.

After much deliberation with Kassadin, and with Kassadin's repeated assurances about Clark, they decided to take the risk and reveal his identity as Bruce to Clark.

Fortunately, it turned out that neither he nor Kassadin were wrong; Clark was indeed a genuinely good person and worthy of trust.

But even if someone is a good person, they still need to get insurance.

It would take a long time to secure hard power. In order to ensure that when facing the immeasurable and extraordinary threats like the Three Palace Demons in the future, Clark would not run away and would be willing to risk his life for humanity, he had already sorted out his thoughts and made a plan that very night.