Outside the window, the city's neon lights were flickering.
As the Princess of Themyscira and a demigod among mortals, Wonder Woman Diana's intelligence was certainly not low. The moment the voice spoke, she realized instantly that this person was definitely not Batman.
Bruce would never use such a straightforward tone to boast about himself.
The major capitalist in the Justice League always put on the most sophisticated front—except when discussing his wealth. Precisely for this reason, the moment Diana's blood pressure spiked, she realized what the problem was.
"Ian Kent!"
With her psychological trauma, Diana was, of course, able to make a clear judgment: this was 100% that weird kid from the Kent family using a pitch changer to deceive her!
"Yes, the person I'm talking about is Ian Kent. You owe this obedient, well-behaved, sensible, gentle, kind, generous... child a great, great deal." The Bubble Voice of Batman continued to whisper. "Without him, you... our Justice League would have been wiped out long ago." He praised the youngest Kent son for over six hundred words.
"..."
Diana, wrapped in a bathrobe, was speechless. She searched around her home, even crawling under her bed to check—it was clear she was terrified Ian might be hiding somewhere.
Who said only the military could suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?
Wonder Woman now had her own brand of PTSD!
"I'm not under the bed. Batman never hides under the bed. If you don't believe me, ask the Joker, he just had his second child." The voice of the genuine Batman transmitted again from the other end of the phone. He was playing the role of his copyrighted Batman character from his books, so no one could find fault with him.
"????????"
Diana stared at her phone in disbelief. She began rummaging through her drawers and cabinets, not only inspecting the ceiling but also checking under her duvet.
There was nothing.
She didn't find the hiding boy, nor did she find a single hidden spy camera.
"That damned Kryptonian brat! Super-hearing and super-vision aren't meant to be used like that!" Diana shouted into the phone, clearly having misunderstood the situation.
This misunderstanding was subtle.
It made Diana feel unsafe even in her bathrobe, so she quickly dug out a pure lead-made tortoise shell and put it on, finally feeling a little relieved.
Evidently, Superman had always scared more than just Bruce.
"I am Batman. This is the power of technology." The voice of the genuine Batman sounded again, but this time, it was not through the phone, but through Diana's laptop placed in the living room.
Before Diana's astonished gaze, the laptop, which should have been closed, slowly opened itself. It moved on its own, which was even more unnerving than a cabinet moving.
"???"
Diana stared wide-eyed at the figure inside the computer screen, whose background was the Batcave—fully clad in armor, he truly looked like an earnest Batman.
"Our WayneTech products have so many backdoors. Buying a laptop comes with a full set of built-in surveillance, monitoring, and explosion devices. Clearly, the focus is on value for money."
The genuine Batman sighed, tapping and fiddling with a black box in his hand.
"????????"
Diana's face showed even more confusion.
She wasn't concerned about the laptop's issues.
She was shocked by the Batcave where "Batman" was located.
"Damn it, you not only stole my phone but also infiltrated Bruce's lair?" Diana was dumbfounded. She remembered Ian had always been preoccupied with digging and opening treasure chests.
A guy so audaciously reckless might genuinely dare to sneak into Bruce's house to "open a treasure chest."
"Heh heh, Batman calls whoever he wants to call—don't ask why, because I'm Batman, and I should, of course, be in my Batcave, observing this world in the shadows."
"What else did you think? I wouldn't be sleeping in a cat bed, would I?"
The genuine Batman felt his cold laugh wasn't cold enough, so he raised the black box and played an audio of the original cold laugh, a sight that left Diana utterly unable to comment.
She realized the person not only had issues with her but probably had major issues with Batman as well. She had heard it was because Bruce had long delayed the publication of the boy's work.
"I apologize to you! Is an apology not enough? I shouldn't have tied you up with the rope..."
Diana's expression shifted for a long time.
In the end, she chose to swiftly surrender. She was mainly worried that another Wonder Woman might pop up in Metropolis tomorrow. God knew what else this boy would dare to do.
"The one you tied up was poor Ian, not me. I'm still Batman..." The genuine Batman was mindful of his past mistakes, ensuring he never relaxed his disguise.
"So, should I write an apology letter and send it to him?" Diana knew what she had to do. She gritted her teeth, yet could only cooperate with the other party's performance.
"Actually, he doesn't care about that. But if you insist on writing a letter, I've already sent you his email address... Ian is a sensitive child. He wants to see an essay of no less than five thousand words, and the plagiarism rate must be no more than one percent." The genuine Batman's voice carried a hint of warning.
The moment he finished speaking, Diana's phone received a text message from a [Mysterious Number].
That's right.
The phone didn't display any digits.
It was purely just the words [Mysterious Number].
Even the email address was just the letters for [Mysterious Email].
Diana was now absolutely certain.
Batman Bruce had definitely been infiltrated in his own home. Otherwise, she couldn't explain how the other party possessed such means. This was not simple ordinary hacking behavior.
"..."
Diana felt that the most regrettable thing in her life might no longer be the choices she made back then, but that she shouldn't have offered to help Clark catch Ian a few hours ago.
Not only was she kicked hundreds of times.
But she also got tangled up with this weird Kent family kid!
How could one person be so vindictive!
"After I write the apology letter, will the feud between us... I mean, between Ian and me, be over?" Diana suppressed her feelings, asking in an unusually serious tone.
"Based on my speculation as Batman, Ian doesn't actually care about these things. He's more concerned about whether you continued to engage in vigilantism in your city tonight after returning home."
The genuine Batman also spoke with a serious tone.
The look in his eyes seemed to carry some anticipation.
"What do you mean?"
Diana felt somewhat puzzled.
She didn't believe Ian was supervising her superhero work.
This guy.
He definitely had some sinister plan behind it.
"Uh, how should I tell you..."
"It's just that Ian, well, he made a slight experiment. Whether this experiment is worthy of his acknowledgment depends on whether your Lasso performs well in your subsequent vigilantism."
"If it performs well enough, he will admit that he has a work that has fallen into your hands." The genuine Batman's tone sounded a little awkward and hesitant.
"????????"
Diana became even more confused.
She was just about to ask further.
The "Batman" on the other end of the phone suddenly looked left and right.
"Why are you hiding in a makeshift public restroom?" A sudden voice came from the background, and then the communication screen shook violently, as if someone had "clipped through" and burst into the Batcave scene.
"Holy sht! Is the background made with a green screen effect?"
Diana's eyes widened.
She saw Clark's figure appear at the edge of the frame, while "Batman" frantically closed the display screen. In the end, all she heard was Clark asking "Batman" what he was doing.
"I'm doing what Jordan loves to do!"
To conceal the truth.
The boy was clearly trying his best.
The communication abruptly ended.
Diana stared blankly at the pitch-black screen.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
*Snap*
Staring at the laptop, Diana immediately raised her hand and slammed it open without hesitation. Sure enough, it was filled with delicate surveillance equipment.
Just as the Kent family boy had said.
However.
In reality, this laptop was not a Wayne Enterprises product at all.
"I knew the clerks at those stores near my house were acting weird! Damn rich people!" Diana sat on the sofa, gnashing her teeth, unable to decide if she was angrier at Ian or at Bruce.
"Wait, something's not right. That guy impersonated Batman to call me, probably not just because he was bored. Perhaps... his real goal was to indirectly ask about the Lasso of Truth?"
Recalling the call just now.
Her expression gradually became surprised and uncertain.
"He tampered with my equipment!"
This thought made Diana go rigid all over. She quickly took out the Lasso of Truth to inspect it carefully. The golden, glittering rope looked completely normal, but the unease in her heart grew stronger.
"No way, the Lasso of Truth is the work of the gods. How could it be so easily tampered with?" Although Diana wanted to deny the terrifying suspicion in her heart.
However.
She couldn't help but think about Ian's performance tonight, and the terrifyingly powerful, albeit not overwhelmingly vast, higher divine power—God knew what other strange means this weird kid possessed!
"I just want a good night's sleep tonight!" Feeling increasingly anxious, Diana looked at the tortoise shell on her body, and the Wonder Woman suit she had changed out of and put into the closet.
"..."
Five minutes later.
Diana, who had finished washing up, still couldn't soothe her inner turmoil. She transformed back into Wonder Woman and rushed out of her window like a golden whirlwind towards the night city.
This was New York.
One of the most famous cities in America. Skyscrapers stood tall, neon lights flickered, but people were scarce on the streets. The air was filled with a mix of dampness and gasoline.
Having changed into her battle suit, Diana did not choose to fly directly to Metropolis to settle the score with Ian.
To avoid bringing more persistent trouble from Metropolis onto herself, she made a sensible decision: she would just go out and practice vigilantism, exactly as Ian wanted to see.
However.
The city tonight was unusually quiet.
The sound of police sirens was almost nonexistent. Even the petty thugs in the street corners seemed to have agreed to give the police a night off. It was considered a good night, which made Wonder Woman feel relieved but also somewhat like a headless chicken.
She searched everywhere.
Finally.
Just as she finished testing her other equipment and was about to find a prison to test the Lasso of Truth on the criminals inside, her sharp ear caught a faint but clear sound.
Metal scraping, glass shattering.
It was an insignificant crime.
A drunken muscular man was engaging in ridiculous behavior.
"Spit out the money, dammit! " The drunkard slurred, his knife scraping against the ATM machine with a harsh sound. "I know you... you definitely have a lot of money hidden in your secret compartment!"
The drunkard had his own rational logic, and his menacing threat was perfectly fine. It was just that his behavior made it difficult to determine whether he was actually committing a crime.
Would anyone really take a fruit knife?
And try to rob an ATM machine that truly had a body of steel? The incident was minor, and the police would quickly handle it. Usually, Wonder Woman wouldn't pay too much attention to these intoxicated people.
However, tonight was too quiet.
Diana had no choice but to step in for the police temporarily.
"Sir, I don't recommend you do this."
She descended from the sky.
She acted very politely.
Her golden combat boots made a crisp sound on the concrete.
"Screw you! Immigrant! Don't interrupt my robbery!"
This guy looked like an exclusionary redneck. The drunkard heard the dissuasion from behind him, turned around, and slashed his knife repeatedly. The blade struck Diana's chest plate hard.
"Clang!"
A mere mortal blade, of course, couldn't break Wonder Woman's armor. It shattered directly against her armor. Due to the minimal force, not even a spark was generated.
"Damn it! I knew this was a fake Damascus knife!" The drunkard stared blankly at his broken blade. After coming to his senses, he first complained about the merchant's fraud.
He wasn't just drunk.
He might have been high too.
"You look like you need a change of scenery to cool down properly." Diana sighed helplessly. With a swift sweep kick, the drunkard fell to the ground like a ragdoll.
"My leg! Wonder Woman flew my leg off! Ahhhh! I was supposed to be an athlete, my dream is ruined!" The guy let out a pig-slaughtering howl.
He hadn't even been wronged yet.
Yet, he had already planned out his interview dreams and his pathetic plea for sympathy.
"..."
Diana silently watched the flying athletic shoe.
"That's just your shoe, and... do you remember you're a white man? You should be talking about family and the union." Wonder Woman had clearly encountered similar situations more than once.
She could even offer advice to the drunkard on the ground about what to say.
"Oh oh~ okay."
The drunkard paused.
He was just about to change his rhetoric and switch to a different mode of howling. However, the next moment, Diana took out her Lasso of Truth and quickly bound the drunkard with it.
"Oh! Queen? I like that. So I already robbed the money and can enjoy myself in a place like this? Whip me hard, but you're not wearing high heels, so I definitely won't tip you." The drunkard's thought process seemed very erratic. He even mistakenly thought he had entered some kind of club.
He was completely submissive.
Then lay straight on the ground.
"..."
Diana was speechless at the high and drunk man. She rolled her eyes, tightened her Lasso of Truth, and then prepared to test if the Lasso was broken.
To be honest.
Under normal circumstances, the Lasso of Truth was a genuine artifact. It was also called the Magic Lasso or the Lasso of Hestia, a rope that forced anyone bound by it to speak the truth.
The rope shone with a sacred glow.
Once bound, lies could not be concealed. The entire Lasso of Truth was made from the Girdle of Aphrodite, who endowed it with magic and near-indestructible properties.
The Lasso of Truth could grow indefinitely according to the user's will and was so durable it was almost impossible to destroy. Even a nuclear explosion wouldn't have much effect on it.
Not even Doomsday.
Actually, Doomsday didn't possess the ability to easily damage this kind of artifact—of course, what Doomsday couldn't do, no one could say the boy who was more like Doomsday couldn't do.
"His expectant tone means he definitely tampered with it, but he just doesn't know if his tampering was successful." Diana felt that she now understood Ian's personality. She ignored the drunkard's muttering, directly triggered the magic on the Lasso of Truth, and then asked the drunkard a very simple question.
"What is your gender?"
Perhaps this question wasn't that simple after all.
Diana was actually prepared to hear the answer [Attack Helicopter].
However.
Something even more outrageous happened next. Faced with this question, the drunkard, who should have been honest, began to tremble violently, his eyes rolling back.
Foam even began to appear at the corners of his mouth.
Just as Diana thought he was about to pass out.
The man suddenly shouted in an extremely exaggerated, operatic chant.
"Hail to you! Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws! Sovereign of Truth!"
"You are the first ray of light in the morning! The hottest sun at noon!"
"Your wisdom is as vast as the galaxy! Your benevolence is as broad as the earth!"
"May your glory shine upon the multiverse! May your name resound through all the heavens and myriad worlds!"
"He is the incarnation of truth, the terminator of falsehood! He grants us revelation, allowing us to glimpse the contours of the future! Every one of us should praise Ian God, Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws, ten thousand times a day!"
...
The robber's eyes glowed with a strange light.
He continuously chanted aloud.
He was now like a fanatic, ceaselessly praising "Ian God, Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws," his rhetoric so exaggerated and his language so flowery that it resembled the standard prayers of some cult organization.
"Oh, my God, what did that weird kid do to my Lasso?" Diana stared dumbfounded at the drunkard who had been robbing an ATM machine a second ago.
The rope felt slightly warm in her hand, as if responding to her confusion. Even more frightening, the praises continued to pour out, becoming increasingly outrageous and with zero repetition.
"You can leverage the laws with a single finger! You can reshape reality with a single glance!"
"You are the only true god in billions of parallel universes! The so-called other gods are merely mayflies in your dream!"
...
The drunkard became more and more ecstatic as he chanted.
Diana abruptly tightened the Lasso.
"Enough! Tell me, who taught you these words?"
She suspected Ian was remotely controlling this guy through her Lasso.
However.
The matter was not so simple. The drunkard's expression suddenly became extremely devout: "Truth automatically appeared in my heart! I awakened when the sacred golden light enveloped me!"
His words made Diana's expression priceless.
To learn more information.
Diana quickly released the Lasso of Truth that was binding the drunkard.
The next moment.
"Huh?"
The drunkard's face became bewildered. He seemed to have regained his consciousness but didn't remember what had just happened. Seeing this, Diana threw the Lasso of Truth over again.
And so.
"If you hear the whimpering of the stars—do not panic."
"That is merely the King of all Realms counting the spoils of the day..."
"And we are just,"
"Insignificant, happy dust under His throne."
"Sun! Sun! I am now praising the true sun!"
...
The redneck surprisingly transformed into a poet.
Clearly.
The problem lay only with the Lasso of Truth.
Diana felt a wave of dizziness. She finally understood—that impossibly evil boy had used some black magic to transform the Lasso of Truth into some kind of "Ian Praise Generator"!
This was why he had called, filled with anticipation, to inquire indirectly!
"What is all this? Zeus couldn't even pull off this kind of stunt!" It was clear the shock Diana experienced was not low, as she even began to mutter about her father, the King of the Gods.
The night wind in Metropolis still carried a hint of scorched earth. Clark lifted Ian by the back of his collar, carrying him like a reluctant cat, and slowly landed on the ruins of what used to be the Kent family home.
The moment Ian's feet touched the ground.
He saw his mother, Lois, standing in the wind, her hair messy, her expression vacant.
"Where's the house?" Lois's voice trembled slightly. "Where is our home?"
She never expected that.
She had been consoling other displaced people earlier, and now she, too, had become someone who needed to be consoled—everyone knew that in the event of a large-scale disaster, the so-called housing insurance in America was practically useless. Disaster victims wouldn't receive any compensation, only rejections and cancellations.
"And my makeup! My jewelry and rings!"
"It's all gone!"
Lois's body was visibly trembling.
Forget valuables.
Not even a single intact brick could be found on the empty ruins before them. A few charred wooden beams were obliquely stuck in the earth, like some bizarre modern art installation.
"It has nothing to do with me. When I left, there were at least a few walls left." Ian quickly distanced himself from the responsibility. He rushed into the ruins and began digging.
"Where is my property? My property has been stolen! My nanny has been stolen too!" Ian also became a little flustered, his tone filled with panic and disbelief.
Jonathan, holding the idol he had just retrieved from the Hellcat, reminded him faintly: "Is there a possibility that your nanny stole your property?"
He remembered the girl who climbed out of Ian's bedroom took Ian's things.
Upon hearing this.
Ian instantly calmed down.
"Oh, then it's fine. The little delinquent seems to be awake. She can run from Monday, but she can't run from Tuesday... I'll go to school tomorrow and question her."
"And while I'm at it, I'll make her admit she owes me 108,000 favors." Ian's tone regained its cheerfulness. He rubbed his chin, thinking he needed a dedicated chart to record the favors he bestowed.
Such trivial matters naturally didn't require the brain capacity of the Evil God Lord, so he chose the Asgardian's brain and input this information into Thor's mind.
Thor was the future God-King after all.
His brain capacity was truly massive, and he didn't even use much of it himself. Just as Ian was using his new-era hard drive to record, not far away, Clark was also rummaging through the ruins. He dug through a pile of rubble and only found Ian's exaggerated-looking laser gun, while his own secret stash of money hidden in the room was nowhere to be found.
Oh.
There were still some residual ashes.
The father was silently crouching on the ground, unable to find anyone to share his grief with—after all, if he told Lois what he had lost, Lois might make him even more miserable.
The invincible Superman.
Had a sensitive heart.
"Interested in a low-interest loan, Clark?"
Batman's voice suddenly came from nearby. He appeared beside Clark as mysteriously as usual, completely unaware that he had just been "hacked" by Ian again.
"I will rebuild my house myself."
Clark glanced at Lois, who was also searching for things.
He decisively refused.
"How about high-priced construction materials?"
Batman was persistent.
Clark glared at him fiercely.
Batman was completely unconcerned.
He just stared at the front not far away. Ian was wiping the laser gun he had dug out. The gun looked completely undamaged, and the material used must be quite extraordinary.
Just then.
Clark spoke again.
"Did you find Luthor? His Doomsday is gone, and he's been robbed by Ian two or three dozen times. Logically, given his personality, he shouldn't be this quiet."
Superman was still worried that Luthor had a bigger conspiracy.
On this matter.
Batman knew more information.
"Our Luthor might be dead." Batman's voice was low. He recounted his previous encounter. "I saw a parallel universe Luthor before."
Batman briefly described his conversation with Luthor.
Clark's expression grew even more solemn after hearing it.
"Are you mourning your old rival?" Batman looked at him, the corner of his mouth slightly turned up, and said in a deep voice, "I remember you once had a chance to be friends."
It must be said.
Batman's information about Superman was truly detailed enough.
Lois probably didn't know as much as he did.
Clark didn't answer, just raised his head and looked into the distance.
"I'm just thinking about the invasion from other universes, and the so-called extra-universe... We haven't solved Barry's problem yet." He only spoke seriously after a moment of silence and contemplation.
Looking around.
Clark was somewhat surprised.
He actually saw Barry Allen's figure in a research institute in Gotham.
"My equipment is damaged, so Barry needs to help me quickly build a new dream detection instrument to check the weird nightmares he says appear every night."
Batman also knew what Clark had seen. He took the initiative to explain, his tone sincere. God knew if he truly needed help or was just trying to take this opportunity to study the Flash's abilities in depth.
Clark frowned.
But ultimately did not criticize Batman's constant underhanded behavior.
"First me, then Barry. Perhaps you and the others should also be careful." He merely offered a reminder to Batman, intuitively believing that this disaster would definitely affect more than just two heroes.
Batman nodded.
His expression, for once, showed a hint of solemnity: "I've always been vigilant, but the effect doesn't seem to be good. Some kind of power is already affecting my personality."
"It's making it harder for me to control my own... desires and thoughts." Batman did not hide the abnormality that had appeared in him. He had discovered something wrong with himself several times recently.
Hearing this.
Clark's frown deepened. He used his X-ray vision to carefully check Batman's entire body, but found no traces of the erosion similar to what he and the Flash had.
"Maybe we could ask Ian?"
The father suggested.
He felt that his youngest son, after all, knew more about this aspect than anyone else.
However.
"My situation should be related to the fusion of my cosmic counterpart. Only I can figure out a solution. Go fix your house first, I still have many things to do."
"Of course, if needed, I'll come back to you guys for help." Batman, naturally suspicious and almost never placing hope in others, chose to decline tactfully.
He just turned and walked toward the descending new Batmobile. After the car door opened, he leaned on the door and looked back at Clark and the family behind him.
"If the worst-case scenario happens, you need to kill me immediately." This man, who was tough on his teammates and even tougher on himself, always prepared for the worst.
"To be honest, I've been waiting for that day for a long time." Clark's serious tone didn't sound like a joke, making Batman's back feel a little cold.
"You really know how to joke."
Batman gave a strained laugh twice and slipped into his Batmobile. The Batmobile silently glided into the night, carrying him back to his city of crime.
Late at night.
The people in the resettlement area were far away.
Most of them were already asleep.
So.
The Superman family took advantage of the night to start rebuilding their home. Clark precisely cut the lumber with his heat vision, while Ian was responsible for handing over the lumber "air-freighted" from his old house to his father.
To save on the cost difference.
Jordan was exhausted from the back-and-forth transportation.
However.
He was also happy to do it, because he could earn five U.S. dollars per trip. For the sake of his new girlfriend, the Kent family's second son was working very hard.
Jonathan was helping Lois sort through the useful items in the ruins.
None of his idols were lost.
Truly miraculous.
"Ding ding ding~"
Just as Ian was about to take a bathroom break and brew himself a cup of tea.
Clark's phone rang.
"It's for you."
He looked at Ian strangely and handed the phone to his youngest son. Seeing that the caller ID was [Diana], Ian's expression looked a little happy.
"How is it!? Aunt Diana, I heard you're going to write me an apology letter. Batman told me everything." Ian was much more skilled at switching personas than before.
He always kept in mind what he should say when.
"How exactly did you do it?" Diana didn't ask Ian why he did it, she knew asking was pointless. She just wanted to find out when the Lasso of Truth had been contaminated.
"Isn't it useful? It is, that's right. For a fee, you can unlock the function to praise Wonder Woman, you know." Ian, of course, knew what she was asking. He furtively glanced around—Clark was welding the roof beams with his heat vision, Lois was tidying up the few remaining household items, and Jordan was running back and forth holding a pile of lumber.
"I just want to know what influence you exerted on it." Diana wouldn't be tempted, of course. She didn't appreciate Ian's creativity and didn't think this was an upgrade to the Lasso of Truth.
Wonder Woman felt she wasn't being overly suspicious. She was 100% sure that Ian had deliberately let her tie him up, and then used that opportunity to desecrate her... dearly beloved artifact.
"This is 'Ian's Whisper,' just like the spell Odin cast on Mjolnir. What? You ask where I got Odin? Several of my comics will be published simultaneously next week. Uncle Bruce has given a very reliable guarantee, Aunt Diana. You really should seize this opportunity to catch up on new-era magical knowledge."
Ian was very serious.
The sound of Diana taking a deep breath came from the communicator.
Ian could almost imagine her crushing something.
"Restore it!"
Diana's tone was muffled.
"I want my original artifact back!"
Her attitude was also firm.
"Can't chat now, my mom is coming over. If she misunderstands that I'm dating, you'll be done for." Ian pretended not to hear. He believed Aunt Diana hadn't fully discovered his modifications to the Lasso of Truth yet.
If she discovered the other functions.
The rigid, traditional Wonder Woman would surely be stunned by his modifications.
Realizing that his Alchemy talent was equally outstanding.
"Oh, right, remember to give me a like on the Superhero Popularity Center. Put in some effort. When I have new creative ideas, I'll upgrade Aunt Diana's other outdated equipment."
It was clear Ian felt his modification was actually a favor.
He hung up the phone.
Diana held the dead phone with a look of extreme astonishment.
"Like what?"
An ominous feeling rose in her heart.
Her fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard.
The blue screen light reflected on her tightly locked brows.
She opened the website that was a household name in this world. The ominous feeling in Diana's heart grew stronger—until she clicked on a popular video platform, and the recommended videos on the homepage instantly made her pupils contract.
"The Death of a Hero: The Boy Forgotten by the Era."
"He Was the True Guardian, Yet Betrayed by the World!"
"The Boy Who Fell From the Sky, Why Did He Disappear Overnight?"
"Silk Stocking Superman, The Fall of the True MVP!"
Several videos popped up directly.
On the thumbnail of the hottest video.
A young boy with a mosaicked face lay in a pool of blood. Around him were Justice League members kneeling and crying bitterly—Superman clutched his head and roared, and the Flash knelt on the ground.
And herself.
Her snot had run all the way to the ground. A demigod's snot was long enough.
"?????????"
Looking at the video, which showed no trace of special effects.
Diana's expression was incredibly dramatic.
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