69novels Chapter 22: Superman's Request
Chapter 22: Superman's Request
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[Current kill count: 97/100.]
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[Current kill count: 100/100.]
[Achievement: Kill a total of 100 monsters (Completed).]
[Gained Trait: Survival of the fittest.]
[Survival of the fittest: You don't need special training. With each battle you experience, your combat instincts, combat awareness, and combat skills will be improved to varying degrees, with no upper limit.]
At the same time, the (refined and tempered) effect is increased by 100%, but it still cannot exceed the limits of carbon-based life on Earth.
In addition, you are born with an aura of power that naturally intimidates anyone weaker than you!
After eliminating the last death row inmate who had mutated into a vampire, a text flashed before Lucas's eyes.
After reading it briefly, he couldn't help but show a look of delight.
It's no wonder that this achievement took so much time and effort to complete; the reward is truly amazing!
"You devil, you are the real devil! These people have committed unforgivable crimes, but they should be punished by law, not by you, the executioner!"
Beside them came the terrified and indignant voice of a woman.
Clearly, Kelly is still in the very early stages of infection at this point.
After instinctively spreading the virus, they were instantly overwhelmed by intense fear.
Her remaining humanity led her to subconsciously invoke so-called justice, attempting to condemn the boy's brutality.
"You didn't hesitate at all when you took it!"
Lucas slowly and deliberately straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, his fingertips brushing against the fabric with a calm and indifferent motion.
It was as if the corpses of vicious death row inmates scattered all around were nothing more than ants to be discarded at will.
He slowly raised his eyes, and in those seemingly clear eyes surged a coldness completely unlike his usual demeanor:
"Legal sanctions? They were already criminals sentenced to death, they wouldn't live more than a few days anyway, they were going to die sooner or later. If they fall into my hands, at least I can make use of them and give them a last bit of value."
"Furthermore, I need to tell you that this is Kansas, and just three days ago, those damned members of the state legislature passed a bill to abolish the death penalty!"
"In other words, as long as they are sent to the state prison, what awaits them is not the waste of a bullet, but the continued sight of the sun rising every day."
Lucas shifted slightly and disappeared back into the darkness.
"Alright, I don't need to explain anymore. It's time for me to keep my promise..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas grabbed the woman and, amidst her horrified gaze, dashed away.
By the time the woman reappeared before Eve, Eve had already smoked three boxes of classic Marlboro cigarettes.
"Kelly..."
Seeing his distraught ex-wife, Ifre was taken aback at first, then immediately ran over to her and urgently questioned her:
"Has someone kidnapped you? Who is it? Do you recognize them? Where are they now?"
Kelly remained silent in the face of Eve's repeated questions.
She was scared.
It could even be described as filled with fear!
The "devil" she kept repeating wasn't a demon in a spiritual sense, but a real demon.
After all, she simply couldn't imagine that humans could be that fast, that a fist could easily break the head of a vampire that had already undergone mutation.
Those vampires, whom ordinary people regard as monstrous threats, are as fragile as ants in the hands of this young man.
Its skin is so tough that even blood-eating worms cannot penetrate it.
She always felt that the other person hadn't left, but was hiding in the darkness, silently watching her.
If they say anything wrong, both they and Zach will face unbearable consequences.
She didn't dare to gamble.
Moreover, Kelly was also about to mutate, and she could clearly feel that the last trace of humanity deep within her was about to collapse.
She stared intently at Ifre, her eyes filled with disappointment, resentment, and anger!
She complained that he was too busy with his work at the CDC and neglected his family, and that he had an affair with his colleague Nora while still married.
All she wants now is her child!
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Night gently enveloped the Kent farm, and warm yellow lights shone through the windows of the wooden houses, dispelling the chill of the night.
Perhaps it's because it's the weekend.
This time, the Jonathans did not question Lucas about why he was so late.
They are quite open-minded about children's free time.
Especially after they've entered seventh grade.
Of course, most importantly, Jonathan and Martha both believe that Lucas is a principled and opinionated child.
After having dinner and saying goodnight to his parents, Lucas returned to his room.
After quickly digesting my food, I immediately started exercising in my room.
Push-ups, planks, strength stretches, Russian push-ups, Thomas rotations...
The boy's figure drew clean lines under the light. Even without supervision, he maintained strict self-discipline and performed every movement with exceptional precision.
Thanks to the boost brought by the "survival of the fittest" principle,
After several sets of exercises, Lucas could clearly feel the improvement in his physical condition.
Just then, a very soft, hesitant sound came from outside the door as it opened.
He turned around and saw Clark clinging to the doorframe, half-leaning in, looking furtive.
Seeing Lucas looking over, Clark gritted his teeth and simply pushed the door open and walked in.
He didn't say anything, just stood there, clearly wanting to say something.
Without him saying a word, Lucas knew who it was related to.
But he wasn't in the habit of speaking up, so after resting for a while, he quietly resumed his training.
After a half-minute standoff, Clark finally raised his head, his eyes still somewhat evasive, and he stammered:
"Coach Walter said that the junior high school prep team will have a simple water practice on Monday. Can I go and watch from the sidelines? I heard Lana will also be practicing cheerleading there..."
Worried that Lucas would refuse, he quickly took a small step forward, spoke faster, and repeatedly emphasized that he would not cause any trouble.
"I'll find a place far away, not near your training grounds, so I won't disturb your practice or cause you any trouble."
You know, I'm really interested in rugby, but my dad doesn't approve...
"I just... simply wanted to go and take a look, and then I'll go back to the classroom by myself."
As he finished speaking, Clark's voice grew softer and softer, his eyes darted around, and the tips of his ears turned red.
He waited anxiously for Lucas's reply, barely daring to breathe, his heart filled with trepidation, lest he hear the word "no."
Looking at Superman's sycophantic behavior, Lucas could even hear the other's heartbeat pounding like a drum, as if he were on steroids.
"Go if you want, you don't need my permission."
Lucas spoke.
"Well, your first water training session wasn't open to the public. If I want to go, I need your permission first," Clark quickly explained.
"It doesn't matter."
Lucas stood up and patted his "cheaply younger brother" on the shoulder, speechless:
"But please don't use me as a cover next time."