What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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His methods became more and more frequent, and more and more hasty.

This dark king even summoned his past self and a projection of his future to launch a pincer attack in an attempt to disrupt him, but the Black Death Sword was equally open to "time" as a treat.

He sowed whispers that could corrupt the mind, but Clark's consciousness was almost synchronized with the Black Death Sword's purely devouring "instinct" at this moment, and those whispers were like pebbles thrown into a black hole, without even an echo.

"Today, it seems, is the perfect time to collect the debt you owe Earth!" Clark's body erupted with an unprecedented light in the darkness—a strange radiance catalyzed by the Black Death Sword's solar energy, mixed with the power of death. His speed, strength, and reflexes reached unprecedented peaks at this moment.

"Despicable Kryptonians! Despicable! Despicable!"

Darkseid hastily raised his arm to block, Omega power condensing into an indestructible shield on his arm. But the moment the Black Death Sword pierced the shield, it "melted" like ice and snow.

The Dark King was in a sorry state, trying to dodge again.

The older, golden superhero, Kal-El, suddenly plunged his hands into the void beneath his feet. Countless golden chains, purely composed of idealistic beliefs, erupted from his palms, not shooting towards Darkseid, but frantically weaving through the surrounding spatial structure. The entire lightless dimension trembled violently.

"asshole!"

The Dark Lord staggered, not only having his attack interrupted but also taking a direct hit from his own body. He looked at the golden superman who was manipulating light with a mixture of shock and anger.

All dimensional rifts were forcibly closed, and the chaotic spacetime parameters were temporarily fixed. Darkseid's figure, which was about to tear through dimensions to escape, froze, as if trapped in solidified amber. Although this confinement only lasted for a fraction of a second before being shattered by his immense divine power, this amount of time was enough for a battle at the speed of light.

Clark, having pierced through the black blade of the Omega Ray, was already close in! Ian's father, like a bolt of lightning interwoven with gold and black, instantly approached Darkseid.

The Black Death Sword pierced straight into his chest!

The sword tip encountered no resistance, as Superman briefly held Darkseid at bay for Clark Kent, and the Black Death Sword sliced ​​through Darkseid's raised arm, leaving a dark wound.

The wound neither bled nor healed; instead, it continuously emitted faint black smoke, as if the soul had been torn apart, like a maggot clinging to the bone, trying to penetrate and destroy Darkseid's essence.

This will certainly not succeed.

After all, Darkseid's essence is at least at the six-dimensional level. However, Darkseid himself was unaware of this, so he was momentarily flustered.

"Ah—!" Darkseid let out a roar that shook the entire dimension, feeling pain for the first time. Not physical pain, but the excruciating pain of his divinity being defiled.

He could no longer remain calm.

The tyrant's dignity collapsed at this moment.

"I will never die by your hand!"

Darkseid acted decisively, unleashing his immense divine power. Instead of attacking, he forcibly "stripped" the eroded part of his body, along with a large amount of divine blood, from his original form!

The stripped portion turned to ashes in mid-air and vanished. The Dark Lord glanced at the wound; though the grayish-white lesion had been temporarily halted, it continued to slowly and relentlessly erode him, constantly eroding his power and sense of existence, bringing a relentless, excruciating pain that felt as if his soul were being devoured.

this moment.

The Dark Lord knew that he had encountered the unknown.

His vast knowledge base made it difficult for him to find a solution in a short time. If the fight continued, he might be slowly "eaten" away by this evil sword!

Without the slightest hesitation, Darkseid glared venomously at the Kryptonian covered in black armor, then abruptly turned around, smashing the dimensional barrier behind him with a punch. Then, Darkseid unleashed all his power, and Omega rays rained down indiscriminately in all directions, blasting a passage to the real universe through the darkness.

"Believe me, this is not the end!"

He roared, his figure retreating rapidly, his massive body plunging into the chaotic spatial currents without hesitation, disappearing and merging into the crimson rift.

On the starting line.

Darkseid's abilities were no less than anyone else's.

Even with the Black Death Sword's "squeezed potential," Clark Kent only had time to deliver one last strike to the crack where Darkseid had vanished.

I wonder if I hit the target again.

Darkseid is a tough guy.

He didn't even groan; he simply left behind his resentment and completely fled this lightless dimension.

Then, the overwhelming darkness receded, leaving only the ravaged, lightless area and the black figure standing in the center holding a sword.

Clark Kent stood there quietly, the darkness on his sword writhing like a living thing, as if savoring the invincible feeling he had just tasted.

From the enormous hole torn open in the realm of darkness, the radiance of the real universe poured in like a waterfall.

It dispelled billions of years of deathly silence.

Dust swirled within the beam of light, like countless reborn sprites leaping with joy. And in this ruin, gradually illuminated, Clark Kent stood tall.

The symbiotic armor formed from the Black Death Sword, like a living shadow, still covered his entire body. Its sharp edges flowed with an ominous dark light, and only two bottomless, dark slits remained on the visor, within which seemed to swirl the nothingness before the birth of the universe. He slowly turned his head and locked his deep gaze on the Golden Superman who had just regained his footing not far away.

"Wake up!"

Golden Superman's inner alarm bells are ringing.

He knew the power of Kryptonians all too well, and he could feel the terrifying, consuming aura emanating from that evil sword, a power that threatened his very essence. The Clark before him possessed an unfamiliar and dangerous aura, like an ancient beast cloaked in Kryptonian skin. Especially his eyes; they held none of the warmth and resolve of "Clark Kent."

Only the Black Death Sword possessed a pure and thirsty instinct to "devour".

Without any communication, not even a moment's hesitation, Golden Superman flashed with golden light, not to attack, but to use all his remaining power for acceleration and defense.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom".

Golden Superman transformed into a dazzling golden meteor, rushing out without looking back along the torn dimensional rift, staging a textbook tactical retreat.

As the last "enemy" disappeared into the end of the crevice, the unsettling, deep light in Clark Kent's eyes vanished as quickly as the tide.

"cut."

Clark Kent pursed his lips, abandoned his acting skills, and grabbed the symbiote armor covering his chest with both hands, tearing it to the sides as if he were taking off a tight sweater!

"Thorn-"

The living armor that was strong enough to withstand Darkseid's attack let out a near-wailing hiss as it was roughly torn from his body, turning into a viscous black liquid that dripped back onto the Black Death Sword in his hand. It was quickly absorbed by the sword, eventually restoring the longsword to its cold, ancient metallic texture.

It was as if the terrifying being that had just devoured everything was just an illusion.

How could he possibly be bewitched by the Black Death Sword?

Clark Kent bent down to pick up the still-humming, disgruntled Eternal Spear from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and then, in a flash, followed the crack and left the collapsing, lightless prison.

……

Having just returned to the war zone that had become an interstellar dust belt, Clark hadn't even had a chance to take a deep breath of the theoretically non-existent free air.

A voice full of disappointment and frustration suddenly came crashing down on him.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring! Dad, your indecisiveness is really unacceptable. While Darkseid was seriously injured and ran away, another glittering troublemaker also slipped away. You should have taken your sword and chased him all the way back to Apokolips, and smashed him and that broken chair together! Eliminate the threat forever!"

Ian, hands on his hips, floated on a large piece of planetary debris, lamenting bitterly, his expression even more pained than when he discovered his second brother was using a sex toy without lubricant.

Upon hearing this, Clark rubbed his temples.

“Darkseid is not as simple as you think.” He had clearly also vaguely glimpsed Darkseid’s true nature, which was why he hadn’t pressed his advantage earlier.

of course.

Ian, who understood Darkseid's true nature better than he did, disagreed with his father's statement.

“That's because you underestimate your son’s extraordinary intelligence!” Ian raised his chin and snapped his fingers triumphantly. Although no sound came out in the vacuum of space, his smugness pierced through space. “I have a plan! It can make Apocalypse Star shine again... no, I mean it can never be reborn!”

"Completely eradicate this cosmic festering sore!"

His tone was firm.

"Oh?"

Clark raised an eyebrow, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. Whenever Ian gave that look, it usually meant he was about to unleash his supposed superhuman intelligence, something no one in the Justice League recognized.

as predicted.

"This plan requires your and Mom's cooperation!"

Ian held up two fingers, his eyes burning, "All you have to do is fake a divorce with Mom! There's no need to divide the assets. The Kryptonian spaceship is yours, and the farm and I are Mom's."

"Then, you go and pursue her intensely—note that you pretend to pursue her, not seriously make people think you've fallen for someone else, so that you can create a false impression."

"Yes, it's just a facade of your infatuation with a new love."

"Think about it, Darkseid, that old coin, suffered such a huge loss, he must want revenge! But he can't beat you now with the Black Death Sword, so what will he do? He will definitely target your weaknesses! Which weakness is the weakest? Of course, it's your beloved. With his treacherous nature, he definitely can't resist."

"If we can trick Darkseid into kidnapping a lowly police officer on Earth, that officer will bring real trouble to Darkseid."

“Don’t worry, you can go after him as Superman, then it won’t concern you with Clark Kent.” Ian was adept at this kind of clever scheme. However, upon hearing Ian’s “plan,” Clark picked up the duct tape floating in space. It was something Ian had left over from helping Injustice Superman alleviate his pain.

"Huh? Dad, what are you doing? Where do you think there are any flaws in this plan? We can improve it... Huh?! Huh huh huh!" Ian's words were ruthlessly interrupted. Clark instantly closed in with super speed and precisely slapped the wide piece of tape firmly onto Ian's mouth with a "smack".

It was sealed off completely, without even a crack.

The world (universe) is now peaceful.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if his ears had been instantly cleansed.

He was about to tell his son to watch less of those ridiculous, melodramatic soap operas when his gaze inadvertently fell upon a scene not far away.

Injustice Superman had awakened, but he did not get up or try to repair his body. He lay quietly on his back on the cold shards of starlight, his eyes gazing blankly at the shattered starry sky above. Two clear tear tracks slid down his cheeks, dripping into his temples and instantly freezing into tiny ice crystals in the absolute zero environment.

His appearance exuded a profound, philosophical despair and sorrow.

"What's going on here? What did you do to him?" Clark turned to look at Injustice Superman, who seemed conscious but was silently shedding tears not far away.

He has been moved by my words and is now repenting for his sins, gazing at the stars, contemplating the meaning of life and the harmony of the universe. These are tears shed after his soul has been purified.

Ian blinked.

With his most powerful mouth temporarily sealed, he immediately bent down and used his finger to write a line of strong, powerful characters on the ground covered with cosmic dust.

"?????"

Clark looked at the words, and the dark lines on his forehead deepened.

Speak human language!

The old man covered his forehead, speechless. Ian innocently pointed to his mouth, which was sealed shut with duct tape, indicating that he couldn't speak human language because his mouth was sealed.

"..." Clark looked at his son's innocent yet irritating expression, his finger hovering in mid-air, hesitating whether to release Ian's "true form" seal.

The safety of the universe seems less thorny than this decision.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the edge of the tape—

"Buzz-buzz-"

The charred and deformed black box in Ian's pocket suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the screen stubbornly lit up, flashing an extremely strange number.

#666-013-HELL#.

Ian's eyes widened instantly.