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

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Berserker Experience +99

Berserker Experience +99

Berserker Experience +99

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Golden light surged forth like a tsunami.

That's not physical temperature, but combustion at an existential level.

Injustice was blocked in front of Ian, but even so, as the light was about to engulf him, Ian still felt a burning sensation as if his little Ian was being ignited.

"Cooling my ass!" Ian clung tightly to Injustice, feeling like he was struggling in a tsunami while holding onto a surfboard. "Is this some kind of cooling device?!"

Ian was making a sharp, explosive sound.

Not far away, Batman's Hellfire armor emitted a piercing overload alarm. Beneath the mask, Bruce Wayne's pupils reflected the approaching golden wave.

He looked up at the all-encompassing golden light, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared in his eyes.

"No... this impact... I can't withstand it at all..." He suddenly raised his left arm, and a miniature card reader popped out from the armor, revealing a gold card in his hand.

"Unlock limited-time magical superpowers! Highest privileges!"

The hellbat roared, but he forced himself to remain calm and swiped the card. This was the little surprise Ian had designed for him; swiping the card would unlock various magical superpowers that Ian had inscribed on it.

It could be considered an added-value service. Ian knew that Bruce Wayne would eventually thank him because he made Bruce Wayne's financial power even more deserving of the title.

【drop--】

Insufficient balance.

Of course, not having money is a different story. Since the armor's "internet" service is provided by Marvel's black box, even in this environment, the network signal shouldn't be affected under normal circumstances. However, while the network signal wasn't a problem, Batman's financial resources suffered a major setback.

"What?!" Batman was stunned. He had only grabbed a card randomly, but it shouldn't have been used up so quickly. The King of Gotham was furious.

"I have eight billion in this card! And it only lasted eight minutes?!" Even someone as indifferent to money as Batman felt like he'd been robbed at this moment.

This is what it means to use the power of money.

The armored AI projected a line of flashing red text in front of his eyes.

“FUC—”

Just as Batman saw the AI ​​message suggesting that it could provide him with "Ian Loan," the light arrived, completely swallowing up Batman's final curse.

Perhaps no universe's Clark Kent is without malice towards Batman, so their light contains a critical strike that is exceptionally effective against Batman.

The Kent Hell Armor was mostly unharmed, especially the card reader, which was stronger than any other component. However, the armor couldn't protect against the light that could penetrate it.

The light didn't explode or cause any impact; it simply enveloped him gently. But in the next instant—Bruce's flesh and blood didn't even leave behind ashes.

Flesh, bones, nerves, and memories crumbled like grains of sand; everything that constituted Bruce Wayne's body vanished into nothingness in silence.

He didn't even have time to scream.

Like dust casually brushed away by a god.

The golden light continued to spread, engulfing everything.

"No! Uncle Bruce! You can't be reunited with your son yet! Leave me one hand... leave me one hand that can unlock the hidden treasures you've hidden in Gotham!" Ian, holding the mangled body of Injustice Superman, rolled around in the light. His eyes could barely see, and the last thing he saw was the two figures exchanging blows in the sea of ​​light.

The entire Milky Way galaxy seemed to tremble under that attack.

at the same time.

Earth, Gotham, inside the Wayne family's Batcave No. 666. In the dark room, dozens of monitors simultaneously lit up with a blinding red light.

Gotham's newest hero, the wheelchair-bound Batman Bruce Wayne, suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently. His hands gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly.

Sweat dripped from Bruce Wayne's chin onto the armrests of the golden throne, each drop shattering against the intricately carved relief.

His muscles were spasming uncontrollably, as if he had just been pierced by a hundred thousand volts of electricity—in fact, it was almost like that; the aftereffects of the psionic overload still made his nerve endings burn with a stinging pain.

Because of overly intense emotions.

His psychic powers, which were not originally his, began to spiral out of control again.

In the sparsely equipped room, various everyday items still exploded, floated, and even mutated as a result. Fortunately, the robotic arm was injecting him with a psionic inhibitor. The syringe automatically pierced his neck, injecting pale blue nano-repair fluid into his nerves. A few seconds later, his gray-blue eyes regained their cold sharpness.

Batman suppressed the power within him that he felt was a burden.

"The 37th clone death suggests you suspend the neural link, young master." Alfred's voice came through the walkie-talkie, the old butler's voice tinged with worry.

He feared that his young master would become obsessed with this forbidden research.

Bruce didn't answer. The clone's last vision remained on his retina. That all-consuming golden light was more violent than the sun and more cruel than the apocalypse—before the clone's pain nerves burned out in a fraction of a second, it still had time to transmit absurd sensory data to the original.

Yes.

Batman was overestimated by Ian. He didn't really solve the wheelchair problem; he just found a way to stand in front of everyone without being noticed.

People thought they had encountered the real Batman, unaware that Batman had deceived everyone once again. The "Batman" on Phobos, whose face was stomped on by Injustice Superman and ultimately swallowed by golden light, was merely a puppet he had meticulously created. The real Batman had been hiding in this secret room ever since the wheelchair-bound Batman craze.

He used forbidden psionic powers forcibly imposed on him from the Warhammer universe to project his consciousness onto a clone, controlling its actions, battles, and even fighting alongside Superman.

As for the origin of the clones, it's quite simple; it was just a normal act of commercial theft. Don't forget, the unconscious Luther has always been in his hands.

"Damn it! I underestimated the Kryptonians!" With the help of the drugs, Batman quickly regained his sharp mind and maneuvered his wheelchair to the computer, typing away at the keyboard.

"Activate the space-based defense protocol."

Bruce Wayne's voice was extremely hoarse as he transmitted the command into the defense system he had established through nine authorization methods, including voice authorization and fingerprint authorization.

In space, in Earth's orbit, thousands of devices disguised as space debris suddenly deploy.

They are not weapons, but foldable defense devices made of nanomaterials, which Batman tinkered with after watching a TV program called "The Mystery of the Dinosaur Extinction".

No one expected that they would come in handy at this moment. Under Bruce's command, they moved, combined, and unfolded rapidly, like millions of metal bats weaving a giant net in the night sky.

These miniature devices pieced together to form a vast black film in Earth's orbit—within minutes, a tentative umbrella-shaped energy shield spanning the Earth-Moon orbit began to take shape. From a lunar observatory, a bat-shaped shadow would appear to be emerging over the entire northern hemisphere.

It looks just like a real, large black umbrella.

They wanted to shield the light coming from Mars, attempting to distort, deflect, and absorb the impending torrent of light in order to give Earth a chance to survive.

only.

“Unstoppable…” Bruce stared at the real-time astronomical data, his pupils contracting. The speed of that golden light far exceeded his comprehension, and its energy readings had surpassed the range of all instruments.

The shield's construction progress bar had just reached 37%, and the vanguard of light was already approaching the Earth-Moon distance. On Earth, not only Batman, but also the general public could sense that something was wrong.

When that golden streak of light that tore through the night sky appeared outside the atmosphere, social media across the globe exploded, with the most bizarre reactions coming from the American public amidst the chaos.

Arizona, desert campsite.

A bearded man wearing a "Welcome to Area 51" T-shirt, holding binoculars, suddenly roared: "God! It's God's flashlight! He's coming to take us! Repent now!"

A group of people nearby immediately knelt down to pray, and some began burning credit cards, calling it a "worldly sin."

"Family members! The aliens are calling! This is their signal to us!" A group of young people sunbathing pointed to the sky, they were obsessed with UFOs and KFC.

This is the beauty of America.

At a gas station in Texas, Roy, a truck driver wearing a tinfoil hat, kicked open the convenience store door and pointed a shotgun at the cashier.

"Quick! Give me all the anti-radiation beef jerky! The government has finally launched the Blue Light Project! The end of the world is coming!" Clearly, people with doomsday conspiracy theories are not a minority among the public.

The cashier rolled her eyes and continued scrolling through the #LightInTheNightSky trending topic on TikTok. In the video, a well-known conspiracy theorist was shouting himself hoarse at the camera on a giant screen in Times Square, New York.

"These are Bill Gates' 5G nanorobots! They will control how often we poop through vaccine chips!" In the background, several young people wearing "I'm an alien and I'm proud" T-shirts are acting as straight men.

“This is definitely a new Starlink feature from Musk. He tweeted last week that he wanted to increase cooperation with the military!” Tech elites in Silicon Valley, California, quickly convened an emergency online meeting.

They didn't seem to be any smarter.

Florida, however, always has a unique style. Footage taken by a police helicopter shows at least thirty elderly men dressed only in inflatable dinosaur suits spraying disinfectant into the sky with garden hoses.

"We're working on an ozone layer repair project! Since disinfectant can kill viruses, it must also be able to repair the ozone layer... Oh, by the way, is the ozone layer the same substance as our farts?"

The leader of the dinosaur-like beings likely only reached the level of an American public elementary school. The drawbacks of severely unequal access to educational resources, coupled with the prevalence of finance education, become even more apparent in situations like this.

At the White House press conference, the spokesperson had barely uttered "This could be a natural astronomical phenomenon" when the audience erupted in uproar. A Fox News reporter jumped up and began shouting that the authorities were testing another secret weapon of mass destruction.

"It's clearly a Russian weather weapon!"

The CNN reporter immediately countered, and the two nearly came to blows on the spot. The seemingly glamorous people were engaged in political struggles, while the real scientists were breaking down in NASA's control center.

Many scholars who observed the cosmic anomaly and conducted some analysis panicked, but they calmed down after seeing the #AlienPinPeeLightingProject trending on Twitter. Many silently straightened their clothes, preparing to perish along with this messed-up world.

Faced with such a disaster.

The social reaction was quite strange. Perhaps people are used to superheroes saving the world, so much so that a certain online shopping platform even had time to urgently put up curtains to "prevent alien spying".

[It wasn't me, but I might consider it next time] Even Ma Sheng, the open-source emperor who has ventured into various industries such as rockets and automobiles, posted a sarcastic remark on Twitter.

of course.

The person who posted this tweet was just an assistant to this capitalist, who was just trying to capitalize on the internet buzz. In reality, he had already taken refuge in a doomsday fortress deep underground.

“This…this is not destruction, but it is more…grand than destruction.” Wonder Woman Diana looked up abruptly, her Lasso of Truth tightening unconsciously.

Her eyes, usually so sharp at discerning lies, were now stung by the light. The Flash was eating a hot dog in Central City when he was suddenly choked by an alarm. He looked up and saw the sausage fall from his mouth. Aquaman rose from his Deep Sea Throne, his trident humming in his hand. The seawater around him boiled, and schools of fish scattered in panic.

Cyborg's electronic eyes flashed wildly, and warning windows kept popping up. Green Lantern Hal Jordan was on duty on Oa when his ring suddenly emitted an emergency alert from Earth.

"What's going on?" He built a giant telescope and saw the Earth being swallowed by white light. His heart almost stopped. At that moment, Batman's emergency communication was switched into everyone's earpieces.

"Everything that can fly, take off immediately! This is not a request, it's an order!"

Without hesitation, the heroes took to the air. Even those who couldn't fly used technological equipment to gather above the clouds, assuming a defensive stance against the overwhelming light.

"Can you stop it?" The Flash swallowed hard.

"We have to stop it even if we can't!" Green Lantern gritted his teeth, and his ring emitted the strongest green light.

The moment the light descended.

Everyone closed their eyes. At that moment, they all felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, a profound feeling of their own insignificance, and could only raise their hands in the hope of blocking the oncoming light.

Almost every hero felt they were doomed.

however.

The terrifying end they had imagined did not come. What they felt was not the shock of destruction, but a strange warmth, like a mother's embrace, or like the rising sun.