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

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“It’s just pathetic stupidity,” Clark added immediately, then sighed heavily. “Does that sound like the kind of sarcastic remark every loser in every universe would make?”

He felt that the story of Injustice Superman was definitely just hearsay.

however.

"it's not true."

Injustice Superman revealed a cold smile.

"You know, I wasn't actually that strong at first, but... I still beat a lot of Supermen and engraved those words on their tombstones."

"Clark, mercy only leaves hidden dangers, hidden dangers that you will regret. In many universes, the Virgin Mary actually died because of her mercy and kindness."

Injustice Superman spoke in a cold voice.

He turned to look at Jordan and Louise.

It was as if he was advising Clark.

It's like whipping your own heart, revealing the trauma you've suffered.

"You'd better say less about Jesus, God, and that whole family," Clark advised sincerely, directly changing the subject.

So, will you go and atone for your sins?

Clark stared into the cold eyes of his other self.

His eyes were sharp.

"That's not up to me." Unjust Superman didn't avoid eye contact; he merely twitched his lips, curled his lip, and spoke with an air of nonchalant indifference.

"There will only be one Superman in the Supreme Alliance—the strongest one. If the losers don't die, I think they will face an ending even more cruel than death."

He was only guessing.

However, his tone was very confident.

"Hmm? Will they suffer an even crueler end... So, who is your leader?" Clark frowned and asked the crucial question he hadn't had a chance to ask before.

"Are you sure you want to know the answer to this question?" Injustice Superman stared directly into Clark's eyes. "If I tell you the answer, you will lose the right to deal with me."

He was clearly wary of something.

It's also a hint.

He had markings left by others on his body to prevent him from spreading certain information outside.

“We always need to know who the enemy is, don’t we?” Clark hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “And, as I just made it clear to you.”

"I am not the one who has the right to dispose of you." There is indeed a saint in the DC universe, and that is Superman. Or rather, it is his saintly heart, which would be considered toxic even in online novels, that has made him popular.

It's not just because of its great strength.

after all.

In most stories, there are beings far more powerful than Superman.

God among men.

The word "humanity" always comes first.

"Are you still going to stick to your saintly principles?" Injustice Superman remained silent for a long time, simply looking at Clark with a hint of fear and helplessness in his eyes.

"You have proven that you are stronger than me, and he will come to you when he needs you to become that supreme superman." This statement is more like a reminder.

"Who is he?" Clark pressed.

Injustice Superman frowned and gritted his teeth, seemingly resisting some unseen force. He shook his head, as if something within him was pulling at his consciousness.

Just as Clark was about to step forward to check the situation.

"Be careful of his laughter."

Injustice Superman suddenly gave a serious warning.

No.

Or rather, it should be called a warning.

Before the words were even finished, the air began to ripple and twist, and black iron chains appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the body of the Unjust Superman.

"Zizzi-"

Clark immediately unleashed his super-enhanced heat beam in an attempt to sever the chains, but the heat beam was immediately absorbed by the chains upon contact.

Not even a spark was ignited.

"it's useless."

Injustice spoke with difficulty, his voice seeming to come from a great distance, "You have proven yourself... but that person is far stronger than both of us."

“He’s different from us… He didn’t resist the invasion of the outer universe…” Injustice Superman’s body began to be pulled by chains, slowly detaching him from the real world.

"That person is someone who reverse-evolved and absorbed the outer universe that was trying to control him, the outer universe that hasn't been destroyed yet." Injustice Superman pointed to the twisted bat symbol on the chain.

The words have not yet fallen.

His figure vanished completely into thin air.

Only a few wisps of black energy remained, slowly dissipating. Clark's heat vision gradually faded, the red light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by deep astonishment and doubt.

"Bruce?"

He was certainly aware of what the Injustice Superman was implying to him.

The leader of the Supreme Alliance.

He's Batman from some parallel universe.

Very reasonable.

It's also incredibly hard to believe.

"Laughter..."

Clark was still pondering the message left by Injustice Superman when the space returned to calm, with only the residual energy fluctuations in the air still telling the story of what had just happened.

Just now.

"finished?"

Jordan, covered in mud, cuddled his mother, who had just fainted from the pressure of the ancient gods, as he approached. Clark took his Lois and turned to look in the direction where Injustice Superman had disappeared.

"Perhaps... this is just the beginning."

he whispered.

A strong sense of uneasiness welled up in my heart.

Supreme Alliance.

Diverse hunting methods.

Everything made him feel worried.

"Huh?" Jordan was taken aback, his face full of bitterness. He looked around at the devastating surroundings and was exhausted. "But all I want to do now is go home and sleep."

Second brother is indeed exhausted.

He stayed up all night.

They also experienced the descent of ancient gods, Superman fighting, and brothers fighting each other... What? Why would there be brothers fighting each other? Of course, it's because after Mom fell into a coma, everyone wanted to be the child Mom loved the most.

Jordan certainly couldn't beat Ian, but Ian had other things to do, and besides, the second brother, who hadn't studied psychology, didn't understand that Mom would only love the child she saw when she opened her eyes.

Ian played a little trick.

but.

Very normal.

The struggle for the crown prince position.

It's always been like this.

“A lot has happened today, and you look very tired… Let’s go home first. Where’s Ian?” Clark said, looking up at the sky.

There.

The youngest son was talking to a man who looked very aloof.

Ian is doing science popularization.

"Psoriasis, medically known as psoriasis vulgaris, is a stubborn and difficult-to-get rid of chronic skin disease. It is very stubborn, and there is currently no effective cure in the medical field."

"While medications and treatments can control the condition, they cannot completely eliminate the cause. In addition, improper treatment may worsen the condition, further increasing the difficulty of curing it."

Ian is explaining to Murphy that psoriasis is.

in short.

He has psoriasis.

"You think you've repaid my favor, but you haven't. I just explained the reason to you. It seems like you've repaid the favor, but in reality, it has increased the favor you owe me."

Ian's honesty silenced Morpheus, the god of dreams.

"You're taking advantage of the fact that I only found the ruby, my memories are still incomplete, so my understanding isn't clear enough, right?" Morpheus, the god of dreams, held one of his Three Holy Relics of the Sandman in his hand.

The Sandman Ruby.

It is filled with the magical power collected by the God of Dreams.

It possesses powerful magic.

It can fulfill your wishes.

It can also exert tremendous power at crucial moments—for example, it can knock the Kryptonian Old God, the ancient sun god Raoh, back into slumber when he is about to awaken. This is different from the sand in the Sandman's sandbag that can make people sleep.

The key is to bring it back to sleep.

He was indeed subconsciously seeking revenge.

“No, actually your understanding is already very clear. You didn’t believe me when I said this was a stolen ruby.” Ian’s honesty was still heartfelt.

"..."

The already taciturn Dream God seemed even more silent.