Chapter 111: Talk about the Day After Tomorrow
19.
"Hi, Messiah, long time no see..."
Superman greeted the little Messiah with a smile, but before he could finish his words, the little Messiah silently hid in Batman's cape.
The hated Superman instantly became gloomy, and the small curls on his forehead drooped down: "Messiah..."
The little Messiah hugged Bruce's waist tightly, looking left and right but not daring to look at Superman.
Ever since he made a big fool of himself with Superman at the age of five, Little Messiah has always reacted like this every time he sees Superman.
Batman pretended not to notice the "dispute" between Superman and the little Messiah, and nodded nonchalantly to the approaching Wonder Woman: "I brought the Messiah to detect the fluctuations in time and space."
Wonder Woman looked at the little Messiah whose head popped out from behind Batman, hid the smile on her face, and nodded to Batman: "Cyborg has prepared the equipment."
The little Messiah secretly observed the two adults who were talking, moved out from behind Batman little by little, and then turned around and bumped into Superman.
“!!”
The little Messiah was horrified and quickly shrank back into Batman's cape.
Superman is darker.
Completely disgusted.
Batman coughed, suppressed the corners of his mouth, and exchanged a look with Wonder Woman that contained a hint of ridicule.
So, Batman and Wonder Woman both ignored Superman's call for help and allowed their leader to continue fighting alone.
Although they didn't expect the little Messiah to be so vindictive - well, Batman knew, after all, Dick had been "hated" by the little Messiah until now - but Superman was the one who laughed so loudly first.
So, Clark, just be at peace with being hated.
The little Messiah looked warily at Superman, who floated over dejectedly and tried to greet him again, but ignored him once again.
Superman became even darker. He didn't want to be disliked by the Messiah for laughing too loudly, but it was really too funny at the time, and he just couldn't help it...
Diana and the others also laughed. Why did they only hate him?
Thinking back to what happened when the little Messiah was five years old, Superman admitted that even now he still wanted to laugh when he thought about it.
then……
Superman landed on the ground with his arms folded, his eyes finding the camera at the entrance of the Batcave and nodded at it.
A few seconds later, the entrance to the Batcave slowly opened for him. Superman flew into the Batcave and saw the Justice League members who had arrived long ago.
"Hi, Dachao."
The Flash, with puffed cheeks, chewed a phantom quickly, and emptied the food in his mouth the next second. He smiled and raised his hand to greet Superman: "You are the only one missing. We have been waiting for a long time."
Superman smiled good-naturedly: "I heard someone calling for help, so it took a little time."
"Hu, Hu rescue?"
Superman opened his eyes wide and watched as a head popped out from under the table. For some unknown reason, the little Messiah, who had been hiding under the table, crawled out resentfully and looked at him resentfully.
Superman doesn't understand why the little Messiah is so resentful, and...it seems that this resentment is caused by him?
Has he done anything recently to upset the little Messiah?
The little Messiah very stubbornly refused Shazam's help. He glanced at the crowded square table after it was filled with Justice League superheroes, and decisively lay down again.
Superman stared at the scene in amazement.
The little Messiah crawled under the table, crawled, crawled, crawled, he crawled over Shazam's combat boots, secretly pinched Bruce's calf, and stepped on Green Lantern who had used the green lantern to build a barrier under the table as if nothing had happened.
Everyone was trying hard to hold back their laughter. The second generation Robin, who ran in with a tray, had an expression that couldn't be borne, but the little Messiah was still concentrating on climbing.
He climbed and climbed, and finally climbed over thousands of mountains and ridges (? ) of obstacles, climbed out from under the table, and crawled to Superman.
The little Messiah looked up slowly and after looking at Superman for a second, Superman showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.
The next second, the little Messiah was placed on the chair by Superman.
"There's still a lot more to learn." The little Messiah muttered a few words. Superman keenly noticed that the little Messiah's front teeth were gone and his speech was lisp.
Is it the time to change teeth?
Superman glanced at Batman, who was looking through some information with a stern face, as if he hadn't noticed his little son's cute and funny behavior.
The little Messiah glanced at the table, found a piece of unused waste paper on the table and put it under the chair, then climbed onto the chair with sex.
Superman couldn't help but reveal an adorable expression, looking at the little Messiah with what could be described as loving kindness.
The same was true for his colleagues. Superman's super vision allowed him to capture Diana's gasp and the flash of red in Cyborg's eyes when he turned on the camera mode.
The little Messiah stood on a chair, and after shortening the distance between him and Superman as much as possible, he put his hands on his hips in a menacing manner.
wrong.
The little Messiah suddenly thought of something, his expression changing, and he swallowed the question that was about to come out.
Dad taught him that if someone is willing to help him, he should be grateful to that person, but if that person is unwilling to help him, he should not be angry, because the willingness to help is just out of kindness, and no one is obligated to help him.
When the little Messiah thought of this, his originally aggressive look instantly deflated, like a balloon that had been punctured and deflated.
Uncle Clark really had no obligation to help him, but, but he still wanted to ask why.
Superman watched with amusement as the little Messiah changed from an aggressive look to a dejected one, his facial expression changing wildly from one of fearlessness to one of guilt.
Finally, Little Messiah decided to ask. He really wanted to know why Uncle Clark was willing to help the bad guy Dick with his homework but refused to help him.
He didn't even ask Uncle Clark to write it all out like Bad Dick did. He just wanted Uncle Clark to help him count, or to have a few more fingers to help him count 5+1+9.
Little Messiah's mouth flattened into a straight line in grievance. He looked up at Superman and said pitifully, "I called for help yesterday, but you ignored me."
"Call for help?"
Superman was really surprised. He didn't expect that the little Messiah would ask this question, because he had never heard the little Messiah's cry for help.
"I'm sorry, Messiah, I didn't respond to your call for help." Superman apologized good-temperedly. No matter what the reason, it was right to apologize first. "But it's not that I don't want to help you, but I didn't hear your cry for help. Maybe the lead just blocked the sound?"
The little Messiah wrinkled his face in distress. "Lead?"
"So, I yelled 'herp' several times, but you didn't hear me?"
The little Messiah was still pondering when he heard a burst of laughter from behind him.
! ?
Why laugh?
The little Messiah turned around angrily and his laughter stopped abruptly. He saw Bruce discussing the action plan with Wonder Woman with a serious face, the Flash was still chewing, Green Lantern and Green Arrow were huddled together looking through some information, Shazam was sitting upright playing with his fingers, Cyborg was typing on his PDA, and Martian Manhunter and Aquaman were looking at each other with their arms folded.
Even Jason was seriously pouring tea to the superheroes of the Justice League one by one.
Everyone seemed very busy and didn't seem to have time to laugh.
The little Messiah turned around suspiciously and met Superman's face, who was trying hard to suppress a smile.
stare--
Superman's expression straightened instantly, and he said righteously, "Sorry, Messiah, there may be something wrong with my ears and I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"
"Say it again, and maybe I'll understand why I didn't hear it then."
Well done, Superman!
The second generation Robin silently turned on the recorder, and Batman did the same thing under Wonder Woman's amused look.
"Okay, okay."
The little Messiah nodded and said righteously, "Indeed, if someone in danger calls for help, but you don't hear them, then that person is in danger."
Superman nodded righteously: "Yes, that's it."
The Flash secretly gave Superman a thumbs-up.
The little Messiah took a deep breath and said in a loud voice: "Super Silver, hirp!"
“Hahahahahahahaha!!”
There was another burst of laughter behind him, and the little Messiah was finally sure that they were laughing at him.
Damn it, what's so funny about him? Why are we laughing at him!
The little Messiah turned around angrily. This time, everyone was looking up at the mission information projected by Cyborg. Everyone had a serious expression, and even Jason looked at the mission information with an inquiring expression and nodded repeatedly.
"What's wrong, Messiah?"
Batman noticed the look in Little Messiah's eyes and finally diverted his attention from the information. He asked patiently, "Have you finished questioning Clark? If so, we'll continue the meeting. You can go upstairs to find Alfu. Alfu has prepared afternoon tea for you."
The little Messiah turned his head suspiciously, and then met Superman, whose face was a little red from trying to hold back his laughter.
The little Messiah narrowed his eyes: "Uncle Clark?"
Superman couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha." Superman laughed heartily at the little Messiah's "!!" expression, and waved his hands at the little Messiah while laughing, "Sorry, Messiah, I don't want to laugh either, hahahaha."
"It's just that you're so cute, I can't help but laugh, hahaha."
A faint voice of "Super Silver, herp~~~" came from behind the little Messiah. The owner of the voice used a voice changer to change his voice, obviously not wanting the little Messiah to know who he was.
When the little Messiah heard the words "super silver, herp", his face instantly turned red.
So, it turns out he's been saying "herp" instead of "help"?!
No wonder Uncle Clark said he didn't hear it...
The little Messiah covered his mouth with a snap, and his face became redder and redder as he looked at Superman who was laughing so hard.
Finally, the little Messiah exploded with shame and anger.
He jumped off the chair angrily, kicked Superman's calf with a red face, said "I don't like mud anymore, Uncle Clark", and then ran away covering his mouth.
There was another burst of laughter behind me.
The fleeing little Messiah didn't dare to look back, but just covered his mouth and kept running.
"Hahahahaha, how can the Messiah be so cute."
"Is this the teething period for Earth's human cubs? It seems very interesting."
"Bruce, if it weren't for his face, it would be hard to imagine that the Messiah is actually your child, hahahaha."
Batman casually put down the documents he was holding upside down, coughed, and barely suppressed the corners of his mouth that were curling up wildly.
"Clark." Batman looked at Superman, who was sitting down with a smile, and said in a tone of pity, "I have to tell you something unfortunate."
"The Messiah holds grudges. You're going to be hated."
Superman's smile faltered: "No, no way?"
Batman said nothing, just looked at Superman with pity.
Superman's smile froze completely.
As Batman said, from that day on, Superman's position in the little Messiah's heart changed from "Uncle Clark is my favorite superhero, only a little less than Dad", to "Clark, the big bad guy, I don't want to play with him."
Superman watched with pity as the little Messiah hid behind Batman's cape, moving away from him.
20.
After typing on the keyboard for a while, Cyborg frowned as he looked at the data on the screen.
Among those present, Cyborg, as the carrier of the Mother Box, was the one who knew the space travel technology best, but after looking at the test results on Little Messiah, he was still puzzled.
"This shouldn't be the result." Cyborg frowned. "No matter what technology is used to cross the world, as long as it passes through the world tunnel, there will inevitably be residual space-time particles. But this was not detected in Messiah."
Batman's expression instantly turned serious: "No?"
Was the Messiah deceived - he didn't actually travel through the world, or is there a deeper conspiracy behind this?
Little Messiah was playing Gobang with the Flash. When he heard Cyborg's words, he poked his head out from his busy schedule and asked, "Could it be that I didn't take the World Tunnel and landed directly in the next world?"
"After all, I'm the savior." The little Messiah raised his nonexistent tail. "There's a term called 'God descending' or something. Maybe that's what it is."
Batman and Cyborg looked at the little Messiah in silence, then turned around and resumed their conversation.
The little Messiah curled his lips and was about to say something to accuse the bad adults who refused to believe him - he really was the savior, but he keenly caught the Flash's action.
Little Messiah turned his head: Stare——
The Flash froze.
He was taking advantage of Little Messiah's unpreparedness and secretly using his super speed to replace the chess pieces on the board, but he didn't expect to be caught by Little Messiah.
If he didn't cheat, he would lose 15 games in a row. Although cheating was bad, losing to a 7-year-old was even more humiliating.
"Ha, haha." Flash put the chess piece back as if nothing had happened. "Let's continue. Let's continue."
The little Messiah snorted heavily, grudgingly accepting the Flash's repentance.
The Green Lantern who was passing by shook his head and scoffed at the Flash mercilessly: "Barry, you are going to lose your 16th game."
The Flash's eyes rolled, and he took the opportunity to flip the chessboard: "How about you take over?"
"Guess how many games you're going to lose, genius?"
The little Messiah showed a look of contempt. The scheming adults actually did such a thing to avoid failure.
Green Lantern raised an eyebrow and gladly accepted the challenge: "Not even a single fight."
"No, another round!"
Green Lantern gritted his teeth and looked at the chessboard: "I don't believe I can't win!"
The little Messiah tilted his head and looked at the Green Lantern who had lost 18 games in a row, with a look of pity that drove the Green Lantern crazy, as if he was looking at a fool.
The Flash on the side was laughing until tears came out.
"I won't lose a single game." The Flash laughed while holding his stomach. "Genius, you really are a genius, hahahahaha."
Little Messiah looked at the Flash with disdain: "You lost 16 games, Uncle Hal lost 18 games, both of them are weak."
"Unless you two compete, no one else has the right to laugh at you."
Little Messiah was really tired and didn't want to play anymore when Green Lantern lost the third game, but the naive adults insisted on dragging him to continue.
So, the little Messiah decided to divert the trouble away.
After hearing what the little Messiah said, Green Lantern and Flash looked at each other, and the flames of war really ignited in their eyes.
"Come!"
"No cheating with the Speed Force."
"Same here, you can't cheat with the Green Lantern Ring either."
The little Messiah walked away with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.
Green Arrow, who witnessed the whole scene, twitched his lips, and the little Messiah gave him a sly smile.
Before Green Arrow could say anything to the little Messiah, he was dragged away by the Green Lantern who was in the midst of a war to be the referee.
The little Messiah spread his hands.
What a childish adult.
twenty one.
Zatanna looked at the Ring of Raggadoor used by the little Messiah in surprise, her eyes focused on the ring hanging on the little Messiah's index finger.
"The power comes from the ancient gods... It is an unfamiliar magic system and a god that has never been seen before."
The little Messiah tilted his head in confusion, "Ancient God?"
Doctor Strange didn't say this either...right?
The little Messiah thought of the theoretical lessons that he had muddled through by daydreaming, and suddenly felt guilty. Could it be that Doctor Strange had mentioned it but he had ignored it?
Zatanna ruffled the little Messiah's hair and nodded to Batman.
"An unfamiliar magic system. The Messiah must have really traveled to another world."
The little Messiah rubbed Zatanna's hand ingratiatingly. He didn't know why, but every time he faced Zatanna, he felt guilty and short of breath.
It was as if he had ever hurt Zatanna and done something wrong to her.
"I told you it's true," the little Messiah muttered softly, "I even showed you the armor and artificial intelligence that the villain Stark gave me, why don't you believe me..."
Batman sighed silently and pushed the little Messiah's back: "Go, the captain is waiting for you, I have something to say to Xiao Zha."
The little Messiah didn't understand the adults' troubles. He looked at Shazam, the Fantastic Captain who was waving at him not far away, then looked up at Bruce's solemn chin, and obediently left the space to the adults.
"I'm coming, Brother Billy—"
The little Messiah ran away happily.
twenty two.
"Wow!"
Shazam looked at the space around him that changed instantly and exclaimed in awe, "It's exactly the same as the facilities in the watchtower."
The little Messiah held his head high: "Hehe, I'm awesome, right?"
"Of course, it's amazing!"
Shazam observed the alternate dimension called "Mirror Space" according to Little Messiah. The scene in the space completely replicated the facilities in the watchtower. If he had not been unable to hear the heartbeats of Wonder Woman and the others, and confirmed that there were only him and Little Messiah here, he would have thought this was a real watchtower.
"What happens here won't affect the real world," the little Messiah said proudly. "Besides, I have complete control over this space."
The little Messiah was like a peacock with its tail spread out, showing off his abilities to his friend Billy.
Under Shazam's gaze, the little Messiah stretched out his hand with the dangling ring and slammed the space in front of him.
The watchtower instantly began to twist and deform, pressing towards Shazam from all directions, and then quickly extended outward before Shazam could control himself and fight back.
The little Messiah looked at Shazam's surprised expression, puffed out his little chest, and continued to show off his skills happily.
The watchtower cracked in the middle without warning. Shazam felt dizzy and he and the little Messiah fell into space, watching the watchtower explode into fireworks.
"Watchtower—"
This scene was so familiar that Shazam couldn't help but stretch out his hand, almost thinking that the watchtower was destroyed again.
The little Messiah chuckled and clapped his hands. The next second, the watchtower reappeared in front of them. A satellite orbiting the earth came towards them, carrying them flying in space.
Shazam looked at the Wayne logo on the satellite and twitched his lips.
"Well, I'm awesome, right?" Little Messiah glanced at Shazam, expecting his praise. "Have you never seen this kind of magic before—"
Although there are many people who can do it in the next world, but in this world, the mirror space has become his exclusive patent hehehe.
Shazam nodded dazedly: "Yeah."
An inexplicable thought popped up in his mind, causing Shazam to swallow hard.
If Little Messiah could also open the mirror space during their team battle, allowing them to fight the enemy in the mirror space that would not affect reality, how much casualties would be saved.
The more Shazam thought about it, the more excited he became. Although his casualties were much less than Superman's, his aggressive fighting style still caused his casualties to far exceed those of other people in the league.
He really didn't want to see Batman's black face again. Although Bruce wouldn't scold him like he scolded Superman, it was still scary.
"Messiah." Shazam inched closer to Messiah, hesitantly asking, "Bat, do you know about this ability of yours?"
"I don't know." Little Messiah shook his head decisively and whispered in Shazam's ear, "I was planning to use the mirror space to play a prank, so I kept it a secret from Dad."
At this moment, Shazam saw the dawn of hope.
twenty three.
Little Messiah was not happy.
Little Messiah was very unhappy.
Little Messiah is super unhappy.
He stood with his hands on his hips and glared at the Superman who was attacking him at will in his mirror dimension. It felt like he saw a husky breaking into his house and causing trouble.
Batman rubbed the unhappy face of the little Messiah and whispered to him soothingly, "After the test is over, how about we go out secretly to eat Red Robin burgers? Don't tell Alfred or Tim, just the two of us."
Little Messiah's expression finally brightened up. He nodded quickly, his expression completely reserved. "Okay, okay. Although I don't really want to go, since Dad suggested it, I'll go with all my might."
A smile flashed in Batman's eyes, and he couldn't help but gently pinch the little Messiah's soft cheek.
He knew that his children would not be content with mediocrity, but he did not want to see them rushing into the "family business" one after another and then returning home with scars.
Little Messiah once said that he didn't want to be a superhero, but Bruce knew Messiah. Messiah's sense of justice and the compassion and sympathy in his soul would not allow him to stay away from it all.
The world was peaceful enough already, and didn't need his little savior to sacrifice everything for it.
Bruce's smile faded as he remembered what Zatanna and Constantine had said.
"The Messiah is the true savior. Although we don't understand why he was born as a human, without him, our world would not have come into being."
"In another sense, the Messiah is also the creator of our world."
Bruce looked at the little Messiah lying in his arms. The little Messiah's eyes were rolling around, as if he was thinking of some bad idea for a prank again. He suppressed the sigh in his heart and couldn't help but pinch the little Messiah's cheek again.
He hopes that the Messiah will no longer have to worry about the world, nor give up everything for justice, but only need to be a carefree superhero logistics.
The most annoying thing every day is how to play a prank.
Some might find this banal, and think he's forcibly controlling the Messiah's future, but...
This is the best wish a father can have for his children.
Bruce saw the scarred soul of the little Messiah, and also saw the "Messiah" sleeping tiredly in his soul.
He hoped that the Messiah would be happy forever.
The little Messiah gave a wicked smile and suddenly waved secretly.
A building suddenly appeared in front of Superman who was testing the mirror space. Superman had no time to brake and crashed into it instantly.
The Man of Steel was not injured, but his face was covered in dust from the dust from the building collapse simulated by the Little Messiah.
The little Messiah stuck out his tongue, grinned, and buried his face in Bruce's chest, pretending that whatever happened to Superman had nothing to do with him.
Bruce chuckled softly, the sound transmitting to the little Messiah along with the vibrations in his chest.
"Little rascal." Bruce chuckled, "If you keep going like this, Clark might never let Krypton play with you again."
Little Messiah rubbed Bruce's neck and said coquettishly, "If Uncle Clark really does this, let's go steal a dog together, okay, Dad——"
"One day when Uncle Clark is asleep, we'll sneak into the farm with the Kryptonite, pick up little Krypton and run away."
Bruce laughed even more wildly, and Superman appeared in front of the little Messiah with a resentful look on his face.
"Messiah, I heard everything." Superman threatened, "Be careful that one day I will sneak into Wayne Manor and steal the child while B is not home."
The little Messiah hugged Bruce's neck tightly and said warily, "My father is Batman and my brother is Robin. If you dare to come, they will beat you with kryptonite."
Superman suppressed his laughter and continued to threaten the child: "Then after I steal you, I will lock you up in the Fortress of Solitude. B and Robin can't enter the Fortress of Solitude."
The little Messiah yelled and rushed forward: "Then I will strike first--"
"Dad, come and help us. Once we defeat the bad guy Uncle Clark, little Krypton will be ours!"
Bruce shrugged helplessly, looked at Superman and the little Messiah playing together, straightened his cape and joined the melee.
The Flash, who was exploring the boundary of the mirror space, happened to pass by. He rolled his eyes and pulled Green Lantern to join the melee.
One dragged two, then three, and finally the entire Justice League except Wonder Woman joined the melee.
Wonder Woman shook her head and said amusedly, "Boys."
In Wonder Woman's eyes, whether it is the Little Messiah or the other members of the Justice League fighting in the melee, they are all a group of childish little boys.
The next second, a bat dart flew from nowhere and hit Wonder Woman's forehead.
Wonder Woman, emitting black energy, rolled up her sleeves and joined the melee.
Today is also a day of unity for the Justice League. It’s cause for celebration.
【Author’s words】
I... am back... (resentment) This chapter has 7k updates, which is to make up for yesterday's update
The afterword won’t be long. I guess I’ll finish it by writing a little bit about what happens after I grow up and then start writing the sequel.
Currently tentatively:
1. In the fourth round, Xiao Mi travels through the second and third rounds.
2. Restart the Unjust Super Raising game in the first week.
3. What if Xiao Mi starts the game in the second round?
4. After the main story was finished, Xiao Mi did not go to the fourth round, but was reborn in the Bat House in the second round.
5. Pure player Xiao Mi
6. Lego Xiao Mi
7. Reverse order Xiao Mi
8. Ravage Bat summons the heroic spirit Xiao Mi
That’s about it. Since everyone wants to see so much, each extra chapter shouldn’t be very long and will probably be written in a similar style to the epilogue.
As for the viewing experience, the bonus episodes will be directly put in, because the viewing experience will quote the main text. In order to prevent the little angels from buying it again, they will be given free if they have already watched it.
It should be to let the fourth round of the post-story watch the second and third rounds of the movie, then let the first round of the original Injustice watch the first round of the movie, and the second round of this article watch the fourth round of this article.
But I'm not sure how it will turn out, so please don't complain if it's not good, because I'm really not good at writing about movie-watching and I don't read movie-watching very often. I wrote one before but it turned out terrible, and I only wrote it because the little angels strongly requested me to do so QAQ
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