In the ruins of the Kent home.
The air was trembling.
Everyone felt the immense pressure emanating from the mysterious Superman.
Dust swirled up around his feet.
As if the very earth shook at his arrival.
The entire ruin was completely enveloped in a tremendously terrifying shadow. When the Alternate-World Aquaman's head was crushed directly underfoot, everyone felt that intense sense of oppression.
It didn't stem from violence.
But from the absolute power differential,
And the mysterious Superman's cold, ruthless conduct.
Fear coiled around everyone's heart like a spiderweb, refusing to dissipate. The mysterious Superman stood there, looking down indifferently at everything, as if he had merely crushed an ant moments ago.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and the salinity of seawater.
Arthur Curry's headless body lay in a pool of blood, which slowly flowed beneath the mysterious Superman's sole. This volatile Aquaman hadn't anticipated being betrayed by a teammate until his death.
He had only wanted to kill a child.
No one dared to move, no one dared to speak, as if any slightest sound would trigger the imminent storm. Only the Superman's cape gently swayed in the slight breeze.
Like a scythe held high in the darkness.
*Thump*
In the oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly.
The sound of something hitting the ground rang out.
It was Jonathan.
Even in this extremely dangerous moment, he didn't forget to save people, pulling both Aquaman and Mera, who had been brutally injured yet again, down from the wall.
This was the eldest brother of the Kent family.
Even though he was the weakest one, he still possessed a gentle heart—his movements were comical, like moving two stranded sharks, but his attitude was firm.
He had to save them.
He couldn't let Aquaman and Mera bleed to death. The mysterious Superman did not stop him. The man merely watched Jonathan laboriously transport the Aquaman couple into the bathtub.
Yes.
The bathtub.
Since Aquaman and Mera's injuries were much more severe this time, Jonathan felt the fish tank might not save them anymore, so he chose a larger container and poured a lot of hemostatic medicine into it.
He also soaked a statue of Asclepius, the God of Medicine, in there, too.
This scene.
Also drew the attention of The Flash.
He couldn't be bothered to mock the Kent family's eldest son anymore. Seeing the injuries of his own Aquaman and Mera, and then looking at the headless corpse that should have been as powerful as a god-slayer.
"He just died? An alternate-universe counterpart so much stronger than our Arthur." Barry Allen froze in place, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief.
"Do you want to die, too?"
The mysterious Superman spoke again, his voice carrying an absolute coldness.
"I'm all that's left!"
When he saw the man's gaze turn toward him, the battle-hardened Barry Allen did not hesitate. He knew that at this moment, only he could protect everyone.
With that thought.
The Speed Force immediately began to activate.
*Swoosh*
The Flash, whose legs were perfectly healed, transformed into a streak of light.
He was performing his signature move.
He charged directly toward… Lois and Jordan beside her. Facing such a powerful enemy, Barry Allen's only choice was to quickly lead everyone to escape.
This plan was not wrong.
And it was the Flash's usual combat strategy.
However.
He might have forgotten, amidst the constant praise from the public, that he was not actually the fastest man on Earth. The mysteriously landing Superman did not want to see such behavior from him.
*Swoosh*
The mysterious Superman was incredibly fast.
He directly blocked the Flash's path.
"How can he be so fast!" A chill crept up Barry Allen's spine—with his Speed Force activated, the world should have been like a still-life painting.
Yet.
This man, wearing Superman's iconic uniform and looking exactly like Superman, blocked his way before he could reach Lois, his eyes precisely locking onto his position.
Those eyes, inhumanly blue, showed no emotional fluctuation. Seeing this, Barry Allen's pupils suddenly contracted. His proud speed was meaningless against this monster.
It wasn't that the opponent could keep up with him.
It was that the opponent's speed crushed his!
"Too fast—" Barry's mind couldn't even finish the thought when a hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision, so fast that even his Speed Force-enhanced eyes couldn't track it.
"Don't try any tricks in front of me." The mysterious Superman's steel-like fingers clamped onto Barry Allen's throat, lifting Barry Allen completely off the ground.
"Ugh."
The Flash's feet kicked weakly in mid-air. The Speed Force was still operating in his legs, his shoes scraped against the mysterious Superman's groin. His attack speed was fast, but it still couldn't penetrate the opponent's defense.
Ten thousand hits of zero damage added up still equaled zero damage. Blood began to seep from Barry Allen's mouth. That was the sign of his windpipe bursting under the super-strong grip.
Inarticulate moans squeezed from his throat. His legs kicked futilely in mid-air. His fingers tried to pry open the iron-vice-like hand, but he couldn't loosen those fingers even a fraction.
"Let him go!"
Lois, protected by Jordan, saw that their old friend was about to perish. She anxiously yelled, and that shout actually made the mysterious Superman loosen his grip slightly.
"Your universe's Flash is too weak. He wouldn't even qualify for entry." The mysterious Superman stared at Barry Allen's face as if observing a struggling insect.
His voice was deep and calm.
"But he did survive Thawne's hands. He shouldn't die tonight. Luck is sometimes a form of strength… let me help him squeeze out his potential."
"Perhaps we might become teammates in the future?" The mysterious Superman's last sentence was clearly directed at the Flash. He didn't wait for the Flash to fully grasp his meaning before directly making his move.
Crack.
When the first sharp sound came, Barry didn't even realize it was the sound of his own arm breaking. The pain, like a tide, rushed into his brain a few seconds later, and he let out a scream that sounded inhuman.
Then came his left arm, followed by his legs—the mysterious Superman's movements were as precise as if performing surgery, each one accompanied by the terrifying sound of snapping bones.
"Barry!"
Lois's cry did not make the mysterious Superman stop.
Pop after pop of loud cracks erupted from Barry Allen's body. That was the sound of broken bones. This time, it was clearly not just his limbs but his entire body that sustained multiple fractures.
"He won't die."
The mysterious Superman simply tossed the unconscious Barry Allen aside. The movement was gentle, but the force was not small. Barry Allen directly crashed through most of the ruins.
The yellow figure trembled amidst the concrete fragments, finally collapsing softly in the swirling dust. Jonathan immediately rushed over, completely ignoring the blood scraped onto his knees by the rough ground.
Saving people.
Jonathan was always serious about it.
He knew that without superpowers, he could only do this kind of work.
"Uncle Barry! Uncle Barry, are you okay?" Jonathan scrambled and crawled to the Flash's side. Barry's breathing was barely audible. Broken bones pierced through his clothes, revealing pale, sharp edges.
He quickly dragged Barry Allen toward a power outlet in the ruins—this action not only silenced his family but also made the mysterious Superman finally raise an eyebrow.
His emotion slightly fluctuated.
"Mom, don't go over there. This guy is a lunatic. He definitely wants to torture all of us to death!" Jordan held back his mother, who wanted to quickly stop her eldest son. His personality was very different from Jonathan's, instead, it was similar to Ian's, caring more about his immediate family than everyone else.
Red-eyed Jordan stared fiercely at the mysterious Superman.
He dared not unleash his heat vision.
Because he knew his strength was not great.
Don't let Jordan's usual demeanor fool you, he was an avid homebody and quite timid, not even as brave as some girls younger than him.
Of course.
The current Jordan already displayed a lot of manliness.
The mysterious Superman stood not far away, his full-body presence exerting tangible pressure. The boy stubbornly held his head high. The heat vision accumulating in his eyes trembled slightly, but he never backed down.
"You and your brother are more courageous than I imagined." The mysterious Superman's voice carried a hint of emotion, an indescribable feeling.
He looked at Jonathan, who was trying to charge the Flash.
"But courage saves no one."
This statement carried a note of certainty.
"Who exactly are you? Why did you come to our universe?" Lois, after Ian's previous knowledge sharing, mostly guessed that this Superman was also from a parallel universe.
She just couldn't understand why a parallel-universe Superman would turn out like this.
"I am Clark Kent, from a brutal universe you cannot even imagine." The mysterious Superman responded, his voice sounding like glaciers grinding against each other.
He looked at the dead Alternate-World Aquaman. "Like that pile of rot, I am hunting Supermen from different universes. To differentiate, you can call me Injustice Superman."
"That is the moniker the one who organized us gave me, but I like it. After all, justice rarely saves anyone."
"But my iron rule can."
Injustice Superman flicked the blood drops off his hand, his gaze sweeping over Jordan's posture, protecting Lois. A complex look briefly crossed his eyes, but it quickly became cold and ruthless again.
"Why are you invading our universe?" Jonathan deliberately asked loudly, while peeling the plastic coating off the electrical wire. He was stalling for time, believing his true father would surely return to the rescue.
"Did we violate your iron rule?"
This was Lois's sarcasm. She was always quite daring.
Injustice Superman was not angered.
"You want to know why I'm here?" He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke, as if he had a little more patience when facing this family.
"I am not a butcher, nor an executioner, I am also Superman. I and the others who came to your universe, we all come from different parallel universes."
"It was similar experiences that brought us together—we detected the contamination of the Multiverse by an outside universe, and we successfully survived the contamination."
"This made us stronger, and because of this, we were recruited by a Leader and joined the Supreme League, the only entity capable of saving the Multiverse."
Injustice Superman's tone seemed to carry a hint of uncertainty, but he continued to speak. "Every member of this league is from a different parallel universe. There are heroes, there are villains. Everyone is a survivor, and also a lucky one. We answered the Multiverse's call for help."
"Yes, that's right."
"The Multiverse is calling for help from everyone. When counterparts in different universes die, their power is transferred to other counterparts. This is a choice the Multiverse itself is making."
"Because of this, we need to help it accelerate the process, to gather the power of all our counterparts onto ourselves, and become the sole existence of the Multiverse Unified."
Injustice Superman stated the purpose of his group's arrival in this world—they were actively reducing the number of counterparts and intercepting the power and potential of the deceased counterparts onto themselves.
Hearing this.
Lois's face instantly went pale.
"You want to kill all the other heroes in all universes?"
Her expression was terrified.
"For a greater purpose, for the lives in all Multiverses, this is, of course, a necessary sacrifice. You wouldn't understand. Only the strongest Justice League can save our already precarious world. Only by concentrating the Multiverse's power on the strongest can the universe have hope of resisting contamination."
Injustice Superman's voice showed obvious emotion for the first time. Clearly, in his view, for a hero to hold up hope, they must acquire enough power.
"When you see the poison I have seen. When you lose everything I have lost. You will know this is the only way." Injustice Superman firmly believed he was doing the right thing.
He was the "Injustice Superman."
An extreme executor who replaced morality with an iron rule. He believed that only by completely eliminating those who were powerless to protect themselves and seizing their strength, could the survivors, refined through natural selection, truly protect the world.
And the "Supreme Justice League" he spoke of.
Was an organization composed of the most powerful individuals from different universes. Each of them had experienced the destruction of their own world and survived through despair.
Thus, they no longer believed in compromise, negotiation, or any soft approach. They chose to become the reapers, the final guardians of the Multiverse.
It seemed to possess a hardcore hero style.
However.
It carried a measure of cruelty.
"This isn't right."
Lois's face grew paler.
"If you wanted to kill us, you would have already done so. What are you waiting for?" Lois broke free from Jordan's protection and took a step forward. She had to seize the opportunity to extract information.
It was the only thing she could do.
"It seems you still don't understand. Only a hero is qualified to enter this competition and selection, and only the strongest individual is qualified to save the world—if your Superman doesn't want to die, he must prove to me that he is stronger than I am." Injustice Superman said, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.
"Only if he proves to the Supreme League that he can replace my position in the league, otherwise, I will assimilate his power… and everything he possesses."
His voice became even colder.
Lois's expression was filled with disbelief.
She finally understood why this "Clark" hadn't killed her and her children.
She!
And the children!
Were all potential assets to be acquired—Heroic Legacy!
"You are not a hero. You are slaughtering the innocent. You will never defeat my husband!" Lois exclaimed fiercely, her voice trembling with anger.
"Perhaps?"
Injustice Superman was noncommittal.
He didn't care about Lois's attitude, nor did he criticize or mock. He simply looked at Jonathan, and the Flash being connected to the electrical wire by Jonathan.
"You can't save him. If he is not the strongest Barry Allen, he will eventually die." Injustice Superman said. He rather admired Jonathan's persistence.
If his own child hadn't died.
Perhaps he would be like this, too.
"That's a problem for later." Jonathan was also listening to Injustice Superman's words earlier. He bit his lip, refusing to let Injustice Superman shake his resolve.
"A future problem is not a reason for me to not help the dying now." Jonathan tore open the insulation of the electrical wire he pulled from the wall. The wires sparked blue and red.
The next moment.
He pressed them onto the Flash's chest without hesitation.
"CRACKLE!"
Barry Allen sprang up as if resurrected, then fell back heavily, but his breathing certainly became a bit more rapid—the Flash, with all his bones broken, was directly jolted awake by a current that violently surged into Barry's body. He snapped open his eyes, letting out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan.
His entire body convulsed violently.
"I'm the Flash! Not a power bank!"
Barry Allen's voice even sounded somewhat forceful.
Jonathan quickly removed the wires.
"Welcome back to the world of the living, Uncle Barry. You should properly thank the Norse God of Thunder for his protection." Jonathan put down the iron idol he used as a "conductor."
He patted the Flash's shoulder, feeling like he might also be a kind of divine physician. Injustice Superman's eye twitched. Lois and Jordan also fell into an awkward silence.
Just as the atmosphere became subtle.
"Bang!"
The ruined staircase on the second floor suddenly exploded. Wood chips flew everywhere. A blonde girl cursed and kicked open a twisted and deformed door, stumbling and climbing onto the broken staircase landing.
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"Damn it! Which bastard locked me in a cabinet?! My head nearly split open trying to escape!" Madison Montgomery rubbed the bruise on her forehead.
She had a bulging backpack slung over her back, and she was clutching Ian's other collectibles and belongings.
"Where am I?" Madison jumped down from the broken staircase, performing several consecutive rolls in the rubble. It was unclear where she learned that way of jumping from a height.
"Don't let me catch who it was!" Madison shouted while rolling to dissipate the force, rolling directly to Lois's feet, only stopping when Lois pressed her down.
"Who is she!?" Lois looked at her second son. If she had to guess who in the family would kidnap a young girl, she could only suspect Jordan, who partied all night, even without consulting her conscience.
Feeling her mother's questioning gaze, Jordan, who hadn't panicked even while confronting Injustice Superman, was genuinely panicked now. He immediately raised his hands to show his innocence.
"It has nothing to do with me! It was Ian! Ian kidnapped his classmate!" The second brother clearly didn't hesitate for a second between betraying familial affection and being wrongly accused.
Lois hadn't yet responded when Madison seemed to realize something. She quickly spat viciously, "I came back with Ian myself, dammit!"
"Don't think about framing me! Ian is very petty." Madison clearly suffered from a degree of persecutory delusion. Well, a normal person wouldn't take a higher dosage of drugs than Ian.
"Can someone tell me what's going on? Did your gas explode?" Madison surveyed the surrounding ruins, her memory still stuck at the moment of the battle with the Supreme Witch.
No one answered.
She had to find clues herself, her gaze landing on the Injustice Superman bathed in moonlight. But the silhouette was too familiar—tall and imposing, with a cape gently fluttering in the wind.
"Superman? Ian?"
Madison still seemed to believe the casual remarks Ian had made before.
"How many years have I been asleep?" She looked down at her unchanged body, then looked up at the Injustice Superman, who was clearly twenty centimeters taller than the Ian she remembered.
At this moment.
Madison somewhat suspected that Ian had collected her as a sleeping beauty in a cabinet after she passed out—that boy was certainly capable of doing such a thing.
Thinking this.
Her face suddenly turned pale.
"Wait, in the few years I was comatose, did my parents have another younger sibling for me? Then wouldn't I lose my status as the sole heir to the family fortune?" It must be said, this amazingly bizarre thought process truly stumped Lois, who was still feeling uneasy.
"Can you be normal for a minute? That's the enemy!"
Jordan roared, unable to bear it any longer.
He was already the type of lunatic with unstable emotions. Now, facing a crisis, his psychological pressure was immense. His anxiety attack made him completely unable to control his tone and voice.
Hearing Jordan say that was the enemy, Madison's expression was clearly shocked. Her ingrained image was still working. "Superman is the enemy? Isn't Superman Ian?"
She was stunned for a full two seconds.
Then.
She realized with a start.
"I get it! Ian was finally found out to have been switched at the hospital! He turned dark!" Madison had always felt that Ian's appearance was not on the same plane as his two brothers.
This rather quirky thought process made Jordan and Jonathan simultaneously hold their foreheads. Lois's expression was even more priceless—she never imagined her son was running around under the name of Superman to scam people.
"Superman is not Ian," Lois took a deep breath. She didn't know how to explain the situation to the suddenly intruding girl. "And this Superman is not the Superman you know."
"I understand, I understand. It looks like it's a clone, a parallel universe, and his own self traveling back in time to kill himself—Ian tells me about these things in class every day."
Madison still liked to pretend to be knowledgeable.
"Beep, beep, beep~"
Just then, the silent Injustice Superman, who had been staring at Madison for a long time, pulled out an instrument. The instrument was pointed at Madison and sounding an alarm.
A flicker of strange light passed through Injustice Superman's eyes.
As if he had discovered some dangerous contaminant.
"This is the incursion I mentioned earlier." His voice suddenly turned cold, and the heat vision in his eyes began to glow a dark red. "The alien virus must be eradicated."
The tone was extremely decisive.
Filled with killing intent.
Madison's hair instantly stood on end. She had never felt such pure killing intent—it was like having the Grim Reaper's scythe held to her throat. Instinct drove her to raise her hands.
An unprecedented surge of magic converged in her palms.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Invisible magic was released in an instant. Injustice Superman was actually forced back three steps. His boots dug two deep furrows into the ground, and his face showed surprise for the first time.
"Interesting, but this is the end."
He said.
The unharmed Injustice Superman's eyes turned crimson. His heat vision was charged, like the fire of hell about to erupt. Just as he was about to obliterate Madison, this contaminant.
"Wait a moment!"
Lois quickly stepped forward to stop him.
Her voice was unable to halt Injustice Superman.
With no other option.
Lois had no choice but to stand in front of Madison.
"Wait! She's carrying my son's child!"
She was quick-witted in a crisis.
Time seemed to freeze.
The heat vision about to explode from Injustice Superman's eyes was abruptly halted.
Crimson energy twisted and churned in his eye sockets.
"Huh?"
Madison's eyes widened.
"I'm pregnant?"
She looked down at her flat stomach, her tone even sounding a little uncertain.
"Yes, you are!" Lois declared firmly, yanking Madison behind her. Her back was drenched in cold sweat, but her journalistic professionalism kept her voice rock-steady.
"Until you defeat my husband, you have no right to dispose of his grandchild." At this statement, the light in Injustice Superman's eyes gradually extinguished. He frowned, weighed the options, and the killing intent on him slowly faded.
"I know you're lying." Injustice Superman said with a start, warning Lois with his eyes not to speak nonsense again. "However, I do need to win this world before I have the right to decide how to handle the life that has been integrated into it—you have persuaded me."
Injustice Superman spoke in a deep voice.
No one knew his true thoughts.
Perhaps he had convinced himself.
"You have no right to decide anything." Barry Allen was weak, like a pile of mud, his limbs dislocated, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still stubborn.
"Does an executioner who kills his teammates deserve to talk about victory? Clark will defeat you." Barry Allen had learned some information from Jonathan after waking up.
"Our Clark will certainly… tear apart your false justice." His whole body was enduring excruciating pain, so his words were intermittent.
However.
His tone was exceptionally firm.
Injustice Superman turned to look at the Flash, his eyes frighteningly calm.
"Barry Allen, your level of existence will never understand one truth. Aquaman? Wonder Woman? They are nothing more than dispensable decorations." He strode over the ruins, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. Finally, the man stopped in front of the Flash, his shadow completely enveloping the severely wounded hero.
"The only one who can solve problems is always Superman—or another Superman." Injustice Superman's tone was full of confidence. His condescending attitude made the Flash want to curl away.
The others had no way to stop anything this man intended to do.
A few people could only watch.
Their hearts in their throats.
Fortunately, Injustice Superman did not kill the Flash.
His words.
Instead, made the Flash fall silent for a moment.
And just at that moment.
"But you said you were only a pawn recruited by someone." Lois's words were sharp, as was her journalistic style. She wanted to gain more information.
And to distract Injustice Superman, preventing him from suddenly attacking and killing someone. Injustice Superman did not deny it. Instead, he nodded with an extremely calm expression.
"Yes, I take orders—from the only person who knows how to use Superman to solve problems." He paused, frowning slightly, and looked at Madison again.
A hint of scrutiny appeared in his eyes.
"Your magic does not belong to you. It is too powerful." Injustice Superman raised his hand and looked at it. The darkness of the night prevented anyone from clearly seeing what he was observing.
Then.
After frowning, the Superman slowly ascended into the sky.
"Where are you going?"
Lois looked up and asked loudly. She hadn't yet passed the gathered information to her husband, afraid this Superman would go find their universe's Clark right now.
"In any case, it is safe here."
Injustice Superman did not answer directly, only leaving a meaningful statement. "You can wait here, wait for your Superman to solve the crisis he must face."
"That will allow him to prove to me that he has the right to throw a punch at me."
With that.
Injustice Superman flew directly above the clouds.
High up where no one could see.
He finally stopped suppressing the warning he was receiving, clutching his head, as if resisting some pain—or perhaps listening to some voice from a higher level.
Dark clouds rolled.
Injustice Superman hovered high in the sky.
"Shut up! What I am doing is the right thing! I will win! I always win!" Injustice Superman roared, punching the air, shattering the surrounding clouds and even piercing a satellite in the sky.
However.
The maniacal laughter in his ear did not stop.
It continued to torment him.
Patches of red marks were gradually surfacing on the hand clutching his head, taking advantage of his moment of weakness. Below the clouds, in the Kent family's ruins, everyone finally had a moment to breathe due to Injustice Superman's departure.
"Why didn't he attack us, and why did he bring Mom back?" Jordan's underdeveloped super-brain was very confused by this inscrutable situation.
"Maybe he isn't completely devoid of humanity? Does he still want to be a good guy?" Madison, who hadn't witnessed Injustice Superman killing anyone, made her own guess.
No one agreed with her. Meanwhile, the weak and powerless Flash, unable to move a single muscle, leaned against the ruins, recounting what had just happened.
"What kind of magic did you use on him?"
The Flash, having felt Injustice Superman's power, was genuinely shocked and impressed that the little girl could force Injustice Superman back several steps.
This was a powerful metahuman girl.
"Huh? You guys didn't recognize it?" Madison blinked, looking around—Lois, Jordan, Jonathan, and even the half-dead, long-feigning Aquaman couple in the bathtub perked up their ears.
"Super-Plague Outbreak." The girl dramatically waved her hand. "Didn't you read Ian's diary? The one in the box on his bedside labeled [Do Not Look]."
"Surely no one can resist peeking, right? Also Super-AIDS Outbreak, Full-Body Warts Curse… he really didn't lie to me before, he truly is a magic genius!"
Madison expressed her heartfelt astonishment.
However.
Her emotions were slightly agitated.
According to Ian's relativity theory, whenever someone became overly excited, all the internal excitement from those around them would be drawn away. Therefore, everyone present naturally fell into a dead silence.
The night wind blew through the ruins.
Jordan and Jonathan exchanged confused glances.
Lois silently walked toward the broken liquor cabinet.
She rummaged and found a shard of glass that still held a bit of red wine.
"I see."
Lois was slowly starting to understand everything.
No wonder Ian loved going to school.
Was it because he could play with his fellow patients there?
"Jordan, we need to find your father and tell him the information we gathered." Lois certainly hadn't forgotten the important task. After taking a few sips of wine, she immediately jumped onto Jordan's back.
"Every girl dreams of owning a pony. I always fantasized about giving birth to a pony when I grew up, but now it looks like a little Superman is also quite nice."
Lois was clearly only joking.
However.
Jordan began to ponder seriously because of it.
He understood.
It wasn't his fault that he loved watching My Little Pony, after all.
In the suburban ruins, the night was deep and heavy. The crescent moon hung like a hook.
The wind carried dust, drifting between the broken buildings. Broken rebar was exposed, like the skeleton of the earth, telling of a disaster that was still ongoing.
On a scorched patch of ground.
Ian Kent was clinging to Doomsday's back like a koala, his legs clamped tightly around the monster's thick neck. His cheeks were puffed out like a hamster's because of the continuous inhalation.
Energy continuously flowed out of Doomsday's greenish-purple skin.
All of it was cleanly sucked up by Ian.
[Entropy Lord EXP +14]
[Entropy Lord EXP +18]
[Entropy Lord EXP +21]
…
[Entropy Lord LV8 (1/1280)]
[Strength: 130 → 250]
[Constitution: 170 → 290]
[Intelligence: 13.0 → 19.0]
[Spirit: 58 → 94]
A truly immense amount of energy overflowed from Doomsday. Ian hoped this life could last forever—he finally seemed to understand the meaning of [Love and Companion].
Ian was truly madly in love with the Doomsday that was pinning him down in its embrace.
Its strength was great.
But that didn't stop Ian from loving it. He even wanted to love it right into his stomach.
"More! Please, I beg you, give me a little more!"
Just as Ian was clinging to Doomsday, madly sucking energy from its body, watching his newly acquired profession immediately become his highest-leveled profession.
"Kryptonian! Come save your god!"
Ian heard a voice ringing out from inside Doomsday's stomach.
It was not Doomsday's voice.
But some kind of commotion hidden within Doomsday's body, or perhaps its genes.
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