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

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It's as if some kind of dangerous pollutant has been discovered.

“This is the invasion I was referring to.” His voice suddenly turned icy, and the heat rays in his eyes began to glow with a dark red light. “The otherworldly virus must be eradicated.”

A voice with an extremely resolute tone.

Filled with murderous intent.

Madison's hair stood on end. She had never felt such pure killing intent before—like having Death's scythe pressed against her throat. Instinct compelled her to raise her hands.

An unprecedented magic gathered in his palm.

"Damn it! Get the hell out of my way!"

An invisible magic was unleashed in an instant, forcing Injustice Superman back three steps. His boots dug two deep furrows in the ground, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Interesting, but that's all for now."

talking.

Unharmed, Injustice Superman's eyes were bloodshot, his heat rays poised to erupt like hellfire. Just as he was about to continue blasting Madison, this cancerous growth, apart...

"Wait a minute!"

Louise quickly stepped forward to stop her.

Her voice was not enough to stop the injustice superman.

no way.

Louise could only stand in front of Madison.

"Wait! She's carrying my son's child!"

She came up with a quick idea in a moment of crisis.

Time seemed to stand still.

The heat rays that were about to erupt from Injustice Superman's eyes were abruptly stopped.

Crimson energy twisted and churned in his eye sockets.

"what?"

Madison's eyes widened.

Am I pregnant?

She looked down at her flat stomach, her tone even sounding somewhat uncertain.

"She's pregnant!" Louise said decisively, pulling Madison behind her. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, but her journalistic professionalism kept her voice as steady as a rock.

"You have no right to deal with his grandchildren until you defeat my husband." Upon hearing this, the light in Unjust Superman's eyes gradually dimmed, and after frowning and weighing his options, the murderous intent on his body also gradually disappeared.

“I know you’re lying.” Injustice Superman said, startled, and gave Louise a warning look to stop talking nonsense. “However, I do need to win this world before I have the right to decide how to deal with the lives that have entered this world—you’ve convinced me.”

Injustice Superman spoke in a deep voice.

No one knows what he's really thinking.

Perhaps he convinced himself.

“You have no right to decide anything.” Barry Allen was so weak that he was like a lump of mud, his limbs were dislocated, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still stubborn.

"A murderer who kills his own teammates dares to talk about victory? Clark will defeat you." Barry Allen learned some information from Jonathan after he woke up.

"Our Clark will surely tear your false justice apart." His whole body was enduring excruciating pain, so his voice was broken and intermittent when he spoke.

but.

His tone, however, was unusually firm.

Injustice Superman turned to look at The Flash, his eyes eerily calm.

“Barry Allen, people of your level will never understand one thing: Aquaman? Wonder Woman? They’re just decorative items.” He stepped over the ruins, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. Finally, the man stopped in front of the Flash, his shadow completely enveloping the heavily injured hero.

"The only one who can solve problems is Superman—or another Superman." Injustice Superman's tone was full of confidence, and his condescending attitude made the Flash want to curl up in fear.

There was absolutely no way for anyone else to stop this man from doing whatever he wanted.

All the people could do was watch.

Feeling anxious and apprehensive.

Fortunately, Injustice Superman did not kill The Flash.

his words.

This caused the Flash to fall silent for a moment.

It was at this time.

“But you said you were just a pawn in someone else’s game.” Louise’s words were sharp, typical of a journalist; she wanted to get more information.

This was also meant to attract Injustice Superman's attention, preventing him from suddenly killing someone. Injustice Superman didn't deny this; instead, he simply nodded calmly.

“Yes, I follow orders—that’s the only one who knows how to use Superman to solve problems.” He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, and looked at Madison again.

A hint of inquiry flickered in his eyes.

"Your magic doesn't belong to you; it's too powerful." Injustice raised his hand and looked at it, but the darkness made it impossible to see what he was observing.

I saw.

The Superman frowned and then slowly rose into the air.

"Where are you going?"

Louise looked up and asked loudly. She hadn't even passed on the information she'd gathered to her husband yet, fearing that this Superman would go looking for Clark in this universe right now.

"In short, it's safe here."

Injustice Superman did not give a direct answer, but left with a meaningful statement: "You can wait here and wait for your Superman to resolve the crisis he has to face."

"This will allow him to prove to me that he has the right to throw a punch at me."

Done.

Injustice Superman flew straight up into the clouds.

High in the sky, unseen by anyone.

He finally stopped suppressing the warnings he had received, covered his head as if resisting some kind of pain—or perhaps listening to some kind of voice from a higher realm.

Dark clouds rolled in.

Injustice Superman hovers high in the sky.

"Shut up! What I'm doing is the right thing! Of course I'll win! I'll always win!" Injustice Superman roared, punching the air and shattering the surrounding clouds, even piercing through a satellite in the sky.

however.

The maniacal laughter around me did not stop.

It was still tormenting him.

The hand that was covering his head had patches of red marks that were slowly appearing as he weakened. Below the clouds, in the ruins of the Kent family home, everyone had a temporary chance to catch their breath thanks to Injustice Superman's departure.

"Why didn't he attack us, and why did he bring Mom back?" Jordan's still-developing super brain was puzzled by this unfathomable situation.

"Perhaps it's because he's not entirely devoid of humanity? And still wants to be a good person?" Madison hadn't witnessed Injustice kill, so she made her own guess.

In this regard.

No one agreed. Meanwhile, the Flash, weak and unable to move, leaned against the ruins, recalling what had just happened.

"What magic did you cast on him?"

Having experienced Injustice Superman's power firsthand, The Flash was genuinely shocked and impressed by the little girl's ability to repel Injustice Superman several steps.

This is a powerful superhuman girl.

"Huh? You didn't recognize me?" Madison blinked and looked around—Louise, Jordan, Jonathan, and even the Aquaman couple, who had been half-dead and pretending to be dead in the bathtub for a long time, perked up their ears.

“A super mold outbreak!” The girl waved her hand dramatically. “Haven’t you guys read Ian’s diary? It’s in that box on his bedside table that says ‘Do Not Peek’.”

"Surely no one could resist peeking, right? And the super AIDS outbreak, the wart-covering magic... He really wasn't lying to me before, he truly is a magical genius!"

Madison expressed her genuine amazement.

but.

She appeared slightly agitated.

According to Ian's theory of relativity, when someone is so excited that they can't contain it, someone else will have all their excitement absorbed. So, naturally, everyone present was completely silent.

The night wind blows through the ruins.

Jordan and Jonathan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Louise silently walked toward the broken wine cabinet.

She found a shard of glass that still contained a little red wine.

"I see."

Louise gradually came to understand everything.

No wonder Ian loves going to school.

So it turns out that you can play with other patients at school?

"Jordan, we need to go find your dad and tell him what we've got." Louise, of course, hadn't forgotten the important matter. After taking a few sips of her drink, she immediately jumped onto Jordan's back.

“Every girl dreams of raising a pony. When I was little, I always fantasized that I could give birth to a pony when I grew up. But now it seems like Superman is not bad either.”

Louise was clearly just joking.

however.

Jordan seemed to be deep in thought about this.

He got it.

It's definitely not my problem that I like watching My Little Pony.

……

In the ruins of the suburbs, the night was deep, and the crescent moon hung like a hook.