Chapter 136 Chapter 136 It Was a Mistake After All
But as he got closer, Li Hua could no longer deceive himself.
Because no matter how culturally different the meaning of sending flowers is, there is no way to refute the fact that countless words written among the flowers say "requiescat in pace" and the abbreviation of the former is "RIP".
The Flash of this universe has already died, and judging by the state and number of the dried flowers beneath the statue, this tragedy is not recent, but it is not far away either.
Jason, the only one present who had interacted with the Flash, remained silent the longest upon seeing the base of the statue. After offering his silent condolences, he said, "This seems to be the title."
They want to find out the cause of death of this universe's Flash.
It should be easy to find relevant information next to a sculpture where people often come to pick flowers.
They spread out from the statue, trying to gather information from the surrounding areas.
To be honest, Li Hua didn't have much hope for the information he could find out.
Even though Li Hua had never seen any Flash in real life, he knew their lightning speed, which was enough to catch even bullets.
If someone killed the Flash—anyone, presumably an extremely powerful enemy—the battle would be beyond the perception of ordinary people, who might not even know who the murderer was.
But Li Hua got an unexpected answer.
When he returned to the statue, Li Hua noticed that Benjamin also looked very serious, and Jason...
Jason was wearing a red hood, so we didn't know his expression, but it probably wasn't very good, because Li Hua saw his clenched fists at his sides.
Jason: "It seems we have the same answer."
Benjamin: “There’s only one way to confirm.”
Li Hua: "Tell us what you have learned about the murderer. Are you ready? The murderer is——"
"Superman."
“…”
Silent silence spread here. Although it was a sunny day, everyone felt as if they were falling into an icy cave.
Whether it was a fast food restaurant, a car repair shop, or a flower shop, the responses were surprisingly consistent:
A few months ago, Superman, the god on earth who was almost the embodiment of "hope", suddenly went mad for some unknown reason.
He changed his look, swapped out his bright red shorts, and began the slaughter.
Superheroes tried to save their comrades, but they were killed one by one. Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman, Wonder Woman... To this day, it is unknown how many superheroes are still alive.
In the past, when Superman disappeared, people would think hopefully, "Where has Superman gone to save people again?" But now, people only think fearfully, "Where has Superman gone to kill people again?"
People paid tribute to the city's deceased patron saint and prayed to him, hoping that Superman could regain his sanity soon and become the superhero they were familiar with.
Li Hua: "I don't know if this is good news. Batman isn't among the heroes confirmed dead, so it's a good sign that one of their familiar, veteran Justice League superheroes is still alive. Where to go next? Metropolis or Gotham?"
Superman or Batman?
This information might be a smokescreen, or perhaps a trap. From a rational and calm perspective, they should investigate and gather evidence, at least visiting the cities of several other heroes to investigate the situation, and then determine their specific course of action.
But they were never calm people, and how many people could remain calm in such a horrible situation? Innocent people might be killed in large numbers!
"I'm going to Metropolis," Benjamin said. "Going to Batman might solve Superman's problem, but going to Superman can save more lives from an out-of-control Superman."
The world has become like this, and I think there is no way to control this Superman. Although Benjamin dare not say that he can surpass the Superman of this world in terms of Kryptonian power control, he has to try, and he is the only one who can try.
Even if it can only delay for some time, it can give more people hope of survival.
"You can't defeat Superman alone." Li Hua pulled out the staff that he had transformed into a keychain to gather intelligence. "Count me in. If this is a trap for the Kryptonians, I can even help you escape."
"Count me in." Jason's gnashing teeth couldn't be masked even by the AI-powered electronic voice. He was very glad that he had kryptonite brass knuckles with him. "I want to see what the big blue guy in this world is all about."
…
No one knows how this happened.
Was it a freak solar storm? A new type of kryptonite created by Darkseid or Lex Luthor? Or some new type of mind-control device?
For months, Batman and the other superheroes have been actively searching for the cause of Superman's madness, trying to exonerate him, and never gave up hope... until this moment.
It wasn't until Superman's wife, Lois Lane, died at his hands that Batman realized with immense despair that his best friend, the comrade he loved with all his heart, had never existed in the first place.
The trust once given turned into betrayal, becoming the sharpest blade in the world that stabbed Batman's heart, but he had no time to grieve and suffer for it. As the last superhero in the world, he had to put an end to his mistakes.
As he stood before Superman, clutching the Kryptonite spear, Batman's hope, which he thought was dead, still lingered in his heart, hoping that his trust had not been truly betrayed, and that his best friend had indeed been truly alive.
If it was the "Superman" they all knew, he would definitely not -
"How pathetic, Bruce."
The Kryptonian in a red cape and a red belt slowly floated down from the sky, looking down at Batman who was blown several meters away by his light breath and fell heavily against the concrete wall.
"It's taken you until now to believe that this is who I really am, that I'm just tired of acting?"
"I thought you knew me so well. But look, what do you have? You're trying to kill me with nothing but a ridiculous stone spear and your own ridiculous wishful thinking?"
"I kept you until the end. If you hadn't come to me on your own initiative, if you had stayed in Gotham, if you had continued to deceive yourself, I would have let you go."
"And then watch you continue to wantonly take the lives of innocent people and ravage the world?" Batman spat out a mouthful of blood, raised the kryptonite spear and rushed towards Superman again, "Never!"
What a pity.
Superman thought to himself that he really wanted to continue talking to Batman.
Let’s get rid of that arm waving dangerous goods first.
Scorching rays of heat gathered in the Kryptonian's eye sockets, but before they could be launched, another set of equally hot rays hit Superman's temples with fierce anger, and then a powerful fist knocked him away.
"What do you want to do to Batman, you lunatic?"
"Hal? You're not..."
The smoke and dust obscured human vision. The shining green light made Batman think it was another old friend who had died. But when the smoke and dust cleared, he found that it was...
What is that?
"Don't fucking stand there, old man!"
A young man wearing a red hood, a star-staff in his hand, and a pink puffy skirt jumped down from the inexplicably familiar green glowing figure and picked up the heavily armored Batman.
Even Batman's brain couldn't comprehend the situation quickly enough: "Who are you?"
"We are the trinity of magical boys!"
A woman wearing a puffy skirt, a crooked light yellow wig on her head, and holding a staff shaped like a hawk's beak jumped down from the figure one step later.
"Why is Superman going crazy?"
"What a rude brat."
A strong gust of wind blew away the smoke and dust around him. For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on Superman's face, which had remained calm since his killing spree. His sinister gaze lingered on the face of his younger self opposite him.
"Luthor's new product? It looks like it's not in the best of shape. You don't think this can defeat me, do you?"
This clone looked no more than fifteen years old. If I hadn't been careless just now, I wouldn't have been successfully attacked.
"Compared to a moron like you who murdered his comrades, I'm smart enough."
Only then did Batman see clearly the owner of the heat vision that saved him. He looked at least twenty years younger than Superman, just a teenager. He did not have a bright red cape and red shorts, but was wearing a black, green and white tights.
"Another..."
"Another magic boy!" said the magic boy holding the hawk-beaked staff. "While you two are here, what's going on? Is Superman crazy or mad?"
Batman didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.
Even Superman couldn't help but ask, "Is there any difference between these three?"
The young magician holding the hawk-beaked staff said: "Going crazy means you're completely normal and just want to free yourself. Going mad means you've suddenly developed a serious illness and your mind has twisted into a knot. Going mad means you're worse off than having no brain at all."
Batman: "He lost his mind, he killed Lois Lane! He's a hopeless liar!"
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point again, and the three young men who fell from the sky all turned their eyes to Superman.
Facing three scrutinizing gazes, Superman simply threw up his hands indifferently, even somewhat helplessly. "Don't say that, Bruce. I was truly serious about playing the hero for you guys before, and even after I stopped playing, I didn't lie to you and say I was being controlled. It was you who made you believe I was being controlled. If that's the case, your blind trust also contributed to the current situation."
Even though he had already condemned himself in his heart, even though he had thought about this situation before coming here, when he really heard these words, Batman's broken heart was still stabbed hard. Even so, his hand holding the kryptonite spear never loosened.
"You're right, so I'm here to fix my mistakes."
These vile words were too hurtful, even the magic boy with a red helmet who had already burst out with vulgar language when he appeared on the scene and the boy who looked like Superman and Green Lantern who was arguing with Superman were speechless for a moment.
"You know what? I'm not only a magical boy who represents love and justice, but also a good kid with excellent character, academics, and both moral integrity and artistic talent. In short, I don't curse."
The young magician holding the eagle-beaked staff waved the staff, blocking the wounded Batman who was about to rush forward behind him, and raised a middle finger to the sun, the former god of the world, who fell into the world and burned everything.
"But now, I must say this—Kryptonians cannot have two outlets for solid excretion. If your mouth is only used for excretion-like functions like victim blaming, you might as well install super-precision taste buds in the end of your Kryptonian intestine and use your anterior O-gland as a tongue!"
You bastard, die!
No. 666: […You have mixed up what you think and what you say.]
Li Hua: Ah, this...
"It doesn't matter!" Benjamin suddenly jumped up and punched Superman in the face.
"Quite my style." Jason pulled out his kryptonite brass knuckles from his tactical belt and put them on. "Now, get ready to charge, everyone!"
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The author has something to say: Haha, I knew you guys were going to guess Overlord Chao! Unexpectedly, it was Ravage Chao!
【Catch the bug twice】
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