American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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A moment later, a figure emerged from the smoking ruins—it was Lex Luthor, wearing the Anti-Superman armor. He had activated his protective mode when the flash occurred, and thanks to the energy barrier and the armor's inherent properties, he survived the firestorm.

He survived, but his armor was severely damaged, leaving only the most basic drive system.

"The losses are too great."

Luther turned around, looked around, and saw several bruises showing on his shiny bald head.

The villas, cultural relics, and underground base were all destroyed. It would cost at least $20 billion to restore them.

"Damn it!"

Luther clenched his fist, about to call out to Sam Lane, when he heard some noise behind him. He quickly turned around: in a corner of the villa, the remains of a statue lay piled up, the ground undulating rhythmically.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rang out.

The stone rose into the sky, and a humanoid creature with wings on its back and purplish-brown skin appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He has a human appearance, but no hair. His body lines are extremely beautiful, and every muscle is clearly visible, like a Hercules from Greek mythology, possessing a flawless body.

The setting sun cast its glow over the creature, adding a touch of mystery to its purplish-brown skin.

Lex Luthor felt his teeth chattering; a premonition of death lurked in his heart like a persistent shadow. He was incapable of resisting at this moment, and instead felt a strange envy.

Species strive for evolution, and carp strive to reach the Dragon Gate!

Perfection is the instinctive pursuit of life!

The creature standing before him gave him the illusion of perfection.

Joshua lowered his head, calmly looking at the armor at his feet. The red light in his eyes disappeared, and amber pupils appeared. He was no longer a parasitic demon that only knew how to kill and devour, but a combination of a human and an alien insect.

Two DNA sequences fuse perfectly to form a new gene sequence.

To some extent, Joshua is now his own blueprint for human evolution.

Joshua suddenly realized he didn't want to participate in a pointless murder, so he flapped his wings and landed in front of Luther, saying the following words.

"I'd like to talk to you, would you mind?"

Luther paused for a moment, clenched his right fist, and asked warily, "Who exactly are you?"

“When I was still human, my name was Joshua Allen, and I was a deliveryman. Now…” He paused, then smiled and said, “You can call me Joshua Quira.”

"Quira!"

Luther's eyebrows twitched slightly. "What does this mean?"

Joshua smiled softly, a hint of a sigh flashing in his eyes: "Quira is an alien life form within me, a symbiotic species originating from a planet with a high standard of living. They are single-celled organisms, unable to survive independently, and must join forces with other life forms to survive."

Perhaps it was Joshua's overly amiable expression that made Luther restrain his enthusiasm; he subconsciously continued to think, and the more it seemed, the more he wanted to know.

Why did they choose you?

"This was an accident, and it was an accident."

"On a noisy Christmas night, a homeless deliveryman finished his last order and returned to the bridge to enjoy the delicious food brought by a kind person. Suddenly, a stone floated down from the cold river. Out of curiosity, the deliveryman picked it up, and that's when I appeared."

Luther's eyes widened: "I didn't know you had a 5.7 experience."

Joshua smiled.

"This memory is very vivid and unforgettable."

Luther looked him up and down, and the more he looked, the deeper his doubts became: Was he really such an ugly and terrifying ball of flesh? The change was too great: just a moment ago he was a parasitic demon that wanted to devour everything, and a moment later he had become a polite gentleman.

What exactly is going on?

Joshua seemed to realize the speaker's confusion and laughed.

"Please feel free to ask any questions you may have, and I will answer them for you. By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Lex Luthor!"

The mech opened, and Lex Luthor stepped out, dressed in a suit. "My name is Lex Luthor."

Joshua extended his right hand.

"Hello, Mr. Luther"

Lex: "..."

Chapter 1165 The End of Evolution

Ivo's research shows that organisms that parasitize alien worms can absorb the life force of other species through physical contact, and the species whose life force is absorbed by them will suffer from various complications, aging, desiccation, mental stagnation, etc.

In other words, Jesus' hands must never be touched; if you do, they may be drained dry.

Luther hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to trust his gut feeling; he had no other choice.

Hello, Quella!

The two hands were clasped tightly together, but the expected flow of life did not occur; everything seemed normal.

Luther breathed a sigh of relief.

“My men told me that devouring and plundering are an uncontrollable parasitic instinct, but you are an exception!”

Joshua chuckled softly: “Mr. Luther, I am Joshua-Quira, an intelligent species on the verge of evolving into a higher life form, not a bug.”

As he spoke, he made an inviting gesture.

"This isn't the place to talk. Can we go somewhere else?"

Luther hesitated for a moment before nodding: the creature standing before him had two thoughts: wariness and curiosity; he wanted to know how it had become like this, yet he was also worried that it had ulterior motives.

They left the ruins one by one and headed to the nearby villas; in fact, all the buildings within a mile radius belonged to the Luther family.

Lex Luthor pulled out his phone, summoned his men to handle the situation, and sent a text message to Professor Ivo, telling him to return as soon as possible because he had made an important discovery.

Joshua didn't interrupt, but looked around with great interest at the surroundings, from the flowers and trees to the luxury cars parked in the driveway, everything seemed new and interesting to him.

At this moment, it has human characteristics, but it is not human. It is a completely new species, just born, like a newborn. Despite having past memories, it still wants to observe the world with its own eyes.

...

Upon arriving at the villa, Luther personally prepared a cup of coffee for the person he was speaking to and said in a low voice.

"Could you tell me about Kira's history?"

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Joshua picked up his coffee, took a sip: the bitter taste spread on his tongue, mixed with a faint fragrance, and he sighed with satisfaction.

"Quira is a single-celled organism. It doesn't have pattern storage; it only has habits written in its genes, but..." - She paused before continuing.

"I can tell you what evolution is."

Joshua spread his hands and continued, “Leaps in the level of life come from a fundamental change, starting with the genes, gradually perfecting from the inside out, involving the soul, feelings, thoughts, will, and emotions, just like the origin of the universe, from zero to one, and then to infinity.”

"This is evolution."

"If necessary, I can convey this feeling: 'Perhaps you will see a new world.'"

Luther remained calm, but a deep wariness was evident in his eyes: his interlocutor was acting too naturally, and the break with the past was something he found difficult to accept.

To this day, he still can't forget that ugly, disgusting, huge lump of flesh covered in tumors.

Of course, identity is even more important.

Luther is a man who upholds humanity. He hates aliens and all intelligent extraterrestrial species. If he were not forced by circumstances, he would have done everything in his power to capture this human-insect hybrid and observe it closely.

Unfortunately, the situation was already out of control, and their lives were in the hands of the other side, so how could they dare to make any rash moves?

Joshua said, “Don’t be nervous, I’m not your enemy and I won’t hurt you…” He suddenly stopped, revealing a complex and enigmatic smile: “Perhaps I should try a different way of communicating.”

He stood up from the sofa, walked to the wall, spread his five fingers and pressed them against the wall, but it was impossible to tell how much force he was using.

Bang

A network of cracks appeared in the center of his palm on the cement wall. Two seconds later, with a loud crash, the cement wall collapsed and fell to the ground as rubble.

Luther's pupils contracted, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

This power was beyond his comprehension.

Joshua returned to the sofa and extended his left hand: "Mr. Luther, extend your palm. Let's communicate in a different way. Trust me, you'll have an extraordinary experience."

Luther remained silent, his expression icy, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Time ticked by in the tense atmosphere. Before they knew it, half a minute had passed. Joshua sighed softly and said...

"Our conversation is not over yet!"

Just then, the door to the house was pushed open, and Ivo Ivo burst in carrying a shoulder bag: "He won't do, let me handle this. I'll talk to you."

Joshua frowned: "You...."

"It's not the name that matters, it's the person."

Ivo wiped his hands on his clothes a few times, then stood in front of the other person and said excitedly, "According to my research, Gu worms have the ability to transmit thoughts and can communicate through physical contact. Come on, let's have a chat."

Joshua looked the old man up and down, hesitated for a few seconds, and then extended his right hand.

When the two hands, one large and one small, came together, the light in Ivo's eyes disappeared, and he seemed to enter some kind of conscious state.

Joshua also closed his eyes, and the two of them remained motionless like tree stumps.