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

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even.

He also suspected that Ian had premeditated this, so he arranged for someone to act as a pimp in Heaven.

“I’ve already said that Ian’s Greatest Technology Group has a brighter future than Wayne Group. I can advertise that all my products are made in the country. Does Wayne Group dare to say that it doesn’t use materials from the great Eastern country?”

"Do you know what 'Maga' means?! I can make America great again!"

Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes at the Flash three times. He knew that even if he were to engage in a price war with Wayne Enterprises on the same track, his tech group would inevitably emerge victorious.

"..."

The Flash has a hard time commenting on this.

They fell silent together with Superman.

"Let's think about how to save Bruce first." Superman temporarily put aside his distracting thoughts and did not take the Flash's suggestion to release the boy in his mind.

The only boy they could count on in this room was Ian.

but.

Seeing that Ian couldn't find a solution for the time being, Superman frowned and could only turn his attention back to Batman and start using his super brain.

“I’m going to give it a try.” Superman took a deep breath and gently placed his hand on Batman’s chest. Bruce Wayne’s heartbeat could be heard through the suit.

Yet it carried an unnatural echo.

That's actually an illusion.

However, it's not entirely an illusion.

If Bruce's situation continues to deteriorate, what was originally just a matter between reality and illusion could actually threaten Bruce's life.

"My new ability might be useful." Clark wasn't quite sure. He felt that since he could sense other people's thoughts, he might also be able to sense Bruce's current state of mind.

Thinking like this.

Clark closed his eyes and concentrated. He had no idea what he was getting into until he tried. And sure enough, he unlocked a new method of "listening"—empathy. Suddenly, in Superman's senses, the surrounding scenery began to distort and dissolve. The lights in the medical room went out rapidly.

Instead, a chaotic alternate dimension appeared.

When Superman opened his eyes again, he was standing before a bizarre temple. The building writhed as if alive, its walls adorned with countless contorted faces of agony, and its spires spiraled upwards like a spine. Crimson mist filled the air, and a cloyingly sweet fragrance permeated the atmosphere.

"Bruce!"

In the scene he experienced through empathy, Superman saw the figure he was searching for. In the center of the eerily sinister temple, Bruce Wayne stood ramrod straight.

Have you thought of an answer?

Batman spoke in a deep voice. Before him stood a malevolent god, whose body was composed of pure sensual pleasure and pain, and every contour of his body was constantly changing.

It was as if the very existence itself was an ultimate temptation. Of course, Bruce was no less impressive. He used the dream power he collected from Metropolis and the pollution left by Cthulhu to transform himself into a figure resembling the Fifth God in the dream world, with his body entangled in black, viscous Cthulhu-related substances.

He used those tentacle-like pollutants as weapons, fighting against the power of the alluring evil god.

"Time and time again, I didn't even notice you. Now, either take your universe and leave my body." Batman's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Otherwise, we'll perish together under the corruption of Cthulhu." Batman was negotiating with the evil god, and his approach was clearly not as frustrating as that of Doctor Strange from another world.

To be willing to die together at the slightest disagreement—this tactic is truly too ruthless.

"Despicable! How dare you threaten me with poison from another universe?" The Fiend's androgynous, perfect face twisted in disbelief, clearly showing some apprehension about the contamination on Batman.

His voice was like a thousand harmonies superimposed, filled with irritation. There was no way around it; Slaanesh was the "Lord of Pleasure," the "God of the Senses," a warp god in the Warhammer world.

however.

even so.

He didn't want to become part of Cthulhu either. There are differences in the level of chaos and filth among different evil gods. Slaanesh doesn't dare to embrace Bruce now.

"Didn't you say I'd fall in love with you while screaming? Didn't you say you admired me?" Bruce sneered, and then deliberately let more black substance climb up his arm.

He took a step forward.

Countless Cthulhu contaminations began to permeate the temple.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The evil god let out a piercing scream.

"How dare you tarnish my perfection!"

He is dodging and running away.

"Now, answer me, make your decision!" Bruce's soul had already been half corrupted by Cthulhu's influence, but instead of backing down, he became even more forceful. He was using his own will as a price to forcibly introduce Cthulhu's corruption, creating an internal counterbalance to delay Slaanesh's complete control over him.

It's a big gamble.

Once it fails.

He will completely fall into depravity.

To become part of the Cthulhu contamination.

They will never be freed.

"So that's it!"

Superman witnessed this scene.

I immediately understood what had happened.

Bruce wasn't corrupted; he was using corruption to fight corruption! Those seemingly horrific scars were actually the result of a battle between two alien forces within Bruce's body.

"That's way too risky."

Superman's consciousness was immersed deep within Bruce's soul, before whom stood the eerie, mysterious temple. He stood at a distance, watching Bruce confront the evil god.

I was shocked.

However, just as he was about to continue observing, the alluring evil god suddenly looked up.

"Look at this human! He's using Cthulhu corruption to fight me! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!" The evil god's elegance was tinged with anger and panic.

It was as if He was accusing some hidden being.

“Control this mad human! If I’m corrupted, you and the others won’t escape either!” Slaanesh’s threat went unanswered.

She should probably sit at the same table as Michael.

Clark looked in the direction of the evil god's roar—at the edge of the shattered world, a colossal figure clad in golden armor and seated on a golden throne was watching them.

A comic book was on his lap.

When Superman's gaze met that of the figure, the figure actually nodded slightly to Superman.

In an instant, a massive amount of information flooded into Clark's consciousness: burning galaxies, endless wars, and the pollution of the warp. Ultimately, it all converged into a clear will.

Destroy us.

The fact that the other party was able to transmit information to Superman, and that such information at that, left Superman astonished. For a moment, he couldn't tell if this was some kind of conspiracy.

He has also encountered several extraterrestrial invasions.

and this.

This is the first time I've ever heard of an outer universe, and I actually hope it will be destroyed.

"He is not the supreme being of this world, but merely a part of it. Since he is unable to make decisions on his own, does he hope I can lend him a hand?"

Superman and the figure on the throne locked eyes.

He could clearly sense the other person's open heart.

"Who is he?" Superman's emotions fluctuated greatly. When he looked at the center of the temple again, he found that Bruce and the hideous and seductive evil god still hadn't noticed his presence.

“It’s no use. This corruption is far more evil than yours.” Batman was still confronting the evil god, the Cthulhu energy surrounding him clashing violently with the corrupting power of Slaanesh.

He was constantly grappling with the evil god.

Yet he ignored Superman, who was right next to him.

Just as Clark stepped forward to see if he could interfere with this area.

"Clark."

The Flash's call suddenly came from afar. Superman felt a pulling force in reality, and he took one last look at Bruce, who was being torn apart by the two kinds of pollution.

Immediately, consciousness snapped back to reality.

Clearly, Superman's hand had slipped from Bruce's chest as the Flash shook him. The lights of the underground base pierced his vision, and Superman looked at the Flash with some confusion.

"what happened?"

He sensed the Flash's anxiety.

“You’d better take a look at this. It has nothing to do with me. I don’t hit little boys. He can just fall down like that.” The Flash, Barry, pointed to Ian lying on the ground.

His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

Clark looked in the direction the Flash was pointing and saw Ian lying on the ground with his hands folded in front of his chest and a peaceful smile on his face, in a posture that looked like he was about to be laid to rest.

There was also a sheet on the ground that Ian had pulled off Batman's hospital bed.

“I don’t know what happened either. Ian might be trying to scam me.” The Flash’s voice trembled. “We were discussing the high-tech stuff in Star Labs. He wanted to buy it, and I said I couldn’t make the decision for the Doctor. Then Ian suddenly said, ‘Time’s up,’ and then lay down on the ground and didn’t move.”

The Flash gave a very interesting account of what happened.

In this regard.

Superman was not surprised at all.

“Yeah, Ian is like this. He goes to bed right on time, which is pretty good. At least he didn’t move Batman and me out of the room and then lie in bed by himself.”

Clark was not surprised.

Instead, she defended her youngest son.

He is hiding something.

However, the somewhat excited Flash didn't notice.

“This isn’t just sleeping, I can’t even touch him…” The Flash’s hand poked at Ian, as if poking at an illusory bubble, his fingertips actually passing right through the boy’s body.

"This is definitely not normal. Has he been hacked too?" The Flash rambled on excitedly. He looked up, only to see Clark's incredibly deep gaze.

With a calm and undisturbed atmosphere.