Chapter 120 End of the text

When the rest of the Justice League returned to the warehouse, they were surprised to find that both Batman and Superman were now significantly calmer than before.

"What did you talk about?"

The two heroes, said to be the best duo in the world, looked at each other.

Then at the same time——

Superman: "Talking about the mastermind."

Batman: "Talking about Krypton."

“…”

Diana raised her lips and said, "You should have picked a more appropriate excuse, Bruce."

The latter said nonchalantly: "In fact, we have discussed how to celebrate Xiao Krypton's birthday after solving Black Adam and the mastermind."

Hal the Green Lantern showed a doubtful expression: "The Krypton you are talking about is the same species as the Krypton I know?"

"Yes, he appeared in the middle of summer, and he has a special place in history - he was the first dog to help Superman achieve the feat of circumnavigating the Earth in three seconds."

"…I'm afraid this is also the last one."

Superman couldn't help but cough. "Please, let's finish the game first. I can feel that the Kryptonian AI is so bored that it has started to use its propeller to entertain cats."

They turned around at the same time and found that the game console had only left the screen projector on the table. The original body had run to the balcony at some point, picked up the mouse that had been knocked unconscious by the bat dart with a propeller, and teased the passing black wild cat.

Cats are even quicker to notice human attention than game consoles.

It arched its back, let out a meowing scream, and without hesitation dropped the alien cat toy. It fell to the ground in two or three steps and disappeared in the shadow of the building.

Someone in the room muttered, "They are natural assassins."

System: "I blocked the AI ​​when we were talking. It seems that it still retains some mechanical instincts. After all, game consoles exist to please living things."

Kryptonian AI: I have never been so humiliated.

Kryptonian AI: I don't want to please others at all. I'm just an emotionless haircut machine.

Batman mercilessly pressed it on the desktop and clicked the button to open a new game.

The previous route was to let Luther go/let Xiao Chou go/kill Shazan.

And this time——

"Who should we kill first?"

Shazan was eager to try: "I can't be the only one who suffers."

"I vote for Xiao Chou."

"Me too."

"Little ugly, bald can be put behind, little ugly is more disgusting."

The members of the Justice League were discussing the matter as if it were some large-scale cult trial.

After Xiao Chou arrived, he suspected that he was hallucinating.

"That's a little ugly." Superman said without objection, "Do you prefer to start from the beginning or from the beginning?"

Considering that Clark's family was mainly engaged in farming rather than animal husbandry, his colleagues felt that the tone of a butcher weighing a pig in this sentence must be an illusion.

Krypton AI: Go away. The content that players want must be abandoned by the planner.

In this world line, Luther survives and Clowne dies, but not at the hands of Superman - but at the hands of another superhero who can't stand this madman's continued evil deeds.

"I've had enough!" The young man named Mag looked at Superman and yelled at him, "Everyone has had enough! We have endured these lunatics messing around again and again, locked up again and again, and then ran out again, locked up again and again, like a fucking circus lion jumping through a flaming metal ring again and again, while the criminals are waving whips! Don't try to convince me with your theory of not killing people, Superman, I am very sure that everything I do now is not out of evil thoughts, or, if this is evil, then I would rather choose to go to hell."

He killed Xiao Chou.

It was too simple. As the young hero reaped lives, his eyes shone with a determination that could be called ambition.

"The chaos is over." The newcomer, his hands stained with blood, looked up at his predecessor with contempt and indifference in his eyes, "You can't save Metropolis, Superman, only I can."

——With these words, it seemed as if an era had officially come to an end.

Afterwards, a superhuman named Zeus Nord blew up Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison.

Superhumans who firmly believe in self-righteousness formed a new group under the crazy support of ordinary people. They called themselves the "Justice Force", which corresponds to the Justice League led by Superman in the past. This new organization is more militant and more powerful. Rather than trying to be a peacekeeper, it is better to say that they want to become a maker of order.

They judged, they killed, they dominated. The country once enjoyed a brief peace, and then the old heroes who had lost their living space chose to bid farewell to the race they had sincerely dedicated themselves to.

The main reason is that Superman disappeared first.

He left the city that shone with his presence, just as no one knew where he came from or where he was going. The stars rose in the east and set in the west, and the red cape floating in the blue sky never appeared again. No one would look up and point upwards, shouting in an excited tone of having found a way out of a desperate situation: "Look, the sky!"

Nothing is different, you see, the sun is still rising as usual.

**

"Cassandra," Vadal Savage asked his daughter, sitting in a high-backed chair with half-closed eyes, "Do you think life on Earth has changed in the past few years?"

Cassandra stood straight behind him, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully: "...I don't have strong feelings, father."

They were sitting in a private plane flying tens of thousands of meters in the sky. At the end of the thick white clouds, a round golden-red celestial body was rising slowly, dyeing the sky a gorgeous rose color.

"Yes." Savage opened his eyes and stared at the scene. "The sun rises as usual. How can ordinary people living on the ground notice the disturbance?"

"What do you mean?"

"Change, Cassandra. We are at the turning point of the times. For tens of thousands of years, I have worked with superhumans of countless eras. Looking forward, they were gods that could not be looked at directly, Jupiter, Zeus, and Odin. Looking back, superheroes are also gods, Christs, and the Divine. Only at this moment, their identities have not yet been separated from humans. Only now, they are human."

The wild-looking Neanderthal spoke calmly, downplaying his experiences on Earth: "Only at this moment am I comparing myself with my own kind."

This is an unprecedented compliment to him.

Vandal Savage, who had always viewed ordinary humans as inferior creatures to be managed and corrected, now acknowledged that there were other people in the world who were his equals.

"Then you must target Superman because..."

"Because the war between superhumans and ordinary people is bound to come, and I hate any unnecessary war." At this time, the sun had risen above the clouds. Savage stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the magnificent scene at the end of the field of vision. "Ordinary people's lives are precious resources. They will eventually belong to me. Any internal friction will be an extremely serious waste. Superman is a very representative figure. Controlling him means controlling the direction of the situation."

Cassandra probed, "You can control the war by controlling Superman, and reduce the casualties. But if they choose the other way, that is, to avoid fighting by various means... maybe it will be a warning for the future?"

"'Warning', interesting, Cassandra, it seems that Black Adam has revealed a lot of things. He has been trying to conduct reverse observations through the coordinates of the parallel universe in his hands. It is not surprising that he has learned about fragments of events that have not yet occurred in our universe."

"Yes, he also told S.H.I.E.L.D. about the chaos in Metropolis and the world after Superman left in a certain world line. He said that Metropolis there is like Gothum here, while Gothum there is like Metropolis."

"Humph." Savage chuckled coldly, "Then the government will have to rush to find Superman for cooperation."

“Will this affect your plans?”

"No. It will only make them more cautious in their approach to criminals - humans are good at pushing good people, but they tend to back off when facing outlaws. While they argue, the Illuminati will have a good opportunity to grow. You've learned well, Cassandra."

The girl breathed a visibly relieved sigh. “Thank you, father.”

"Last question, why didn't I try to kill all the superheroes?"

"Because... because this is no longer the era when you established the Mongol Empire. The wise men who manipulate the world now do not rely on open iron hoofs. Their methods are more obscure and wiser."

"Yes, my daughter," Savage said. "Let the criminals who have been entangled with the superheroes for a long time take the lead. The Justice League and the Avengers thought they had thwarted their enemy's conspiracy. But by the time they finally discovered the Illuminati, the web had already been spun."

**

Lex Luther hung up the phone.

Secretary Mo Xi stood behind him and said at the right time: "Boss."

"It's Vandal Savage." The extremely smart president sat expressionlessly at his desk, his green eyes flashing coldly against the sun. "He wants to give up his plan against Superman. He, Black Adam, and the group of minions that are causing trouble for the Avengers... Humph."

Mo Xi bowed her head and flattered calmly: "After all, you were not directly involved in the plan."

So it is only natural that nothing can be accomplished.

Her superiors seemed subtly appeased: "They don't know Superman well enough. This level of false, superficial, illogical illusion can't make him succumb. Savage doesn't want war. He decided to take this action as a warning and then stop."

The building of Lex Group is over a hundred meters high. Luther looked at the bustling crowd below him with disgust and contempt on his lips.

"Superhuman, human, superhuman."

He murmured, "These are three different creatures. Yes, completely different."

Did you get his consent before you kicked Superman out?

Mo Xi complained in her heart, but on the surface she remained respectful: "What about you?"

"Me?" Lex Luther raised his eyebrows, his handsome face half exposed to the sun. "I'm doing good things, Moxie. I'm against all of them."

His secretary calmly turned the page in the notebook in his hand.

Then she asked, "So when are you going to attend this morning's meeting of the Superhero Protection Association to discuss the proposal to build a homeless underage superhuman shelter? You're already half an hour late."

Luther's high-spirited expression suddenly darkened.

He repeatedly convinces himself to face a bunch of brain-defective kids and Superman fanboys and girls, just because it works for him and for his current organization, the Illuminati.

Finally, he took the speech that needed to be delivered at today's meeting from his secretary.

Mo Xi was somewhat disdainful of her boss's reluctance.

It's not the first time you've praised Superman in public, is it? Even if you just cursed at the camera.

But who cares? In this age where light and shadow coexist, those who hate Superman will always hate him, and those who love him will always love him.

No matter what Lex Luther says today, the sun will still rise tomorrow.

Heroes are immortal and hope is always there.

The author has something to say: ??Ah, I couldn’t help but mark the end of the main text because it feels like it fits here.