"If I tell all this to the Creator Goddess, won't she cause trouble?"
Little Superman decided to observe more, ask more, and learn more. Last time he worked hard alone without any good results. Now that he had a big shot to rely on, he certainly needed to hold on tight; he didn't want to end up imprisoned at the Origin Wall again.
"As I said before, there's no fear if she comes; the fear is if she doesn't." Greed sighed, explaining, "The biggest issue is if she stays outside the wall causing destruction because even Batman can't go outside the Origin Wall to fight her. If she stays outside to manipulate things remotely, that would really be a problem."
Little Superman understood and said, "So the mission now is to trick her into coming inside the wall, so we can have a chance to hit her, right?"
"Exactly." Greed nodded, saying, "Therefore, your task is quite heavy. You must gather some intelligence that interests her. The plan to defy fate might work, but more might be needed."
Little Superman looked somewhat troubled: "I feel like I can't deceive her."
"You don't need to deceive her, just tell the truth. You can even directly tell her that we hope she can come inside the wall."
"Huh? Wouldn't that alert her?"
"It's clear now that it's not that she doesn't want to come in, but rather she can't," Greed emphasized. "She wants to enter, and we want her to enter too, so we have a basis for cooperation in this regard. You don't need to worry at all; she won't harm you because you are the bridge of our cooperation with her."
Little Superman rubbed his forehead: "I'm still not suited to this kind of thing. Just thinking about collaborating with her gives me chills."
"You're not fighting alone, either. As far as I know, when the Origin Wall was in turmoil, she contacted many people, and most agreed to her cooperation request. You have quite a few teammates there."
"Come on, what kind of good people can be stuck on the wall?" Little Superman shook his head. "Is it okay to talk to her about the comics?"
"Say whatever you want." Greed confirmed, "You could even say it's safer to talk to her outside the wall than inside. If you want to complain about the comic plots, you can go to her. It's better than finding us."
"But if she knows too much about the comic plots, she might use it to harm others, won't she?"
"You also knew a lot about the comic plots before and wanted to use them to save people. Did you succeed?"
Little Superman was speechless. Greed explained, "Comic stories are comic stories; reality is reality. So these universes might be comics to you, but your life might also be a comic to others. Comics don't detail eating, sleeping, or going to the bathroom, so they must omit details. Relying too much on the transmigrator's foresight results in ending up imprisoned like you."
Little Superman slumped on the table, whining, "This is my first time crossing over, no experience. If only I had met you back then, the First Lantern doesn't say anything, he's so annoying..."
"He's just like that sometimes," Greed consoled. "It's not that he's unwilling to speak directly, but he doesn't realize what you don't realize, because of what they call the Curse of Knowledge?"
Little Superman looked up at him. Greed continued, "In his view, knowing but not fully trusting comic stories is common sense. He thought you'd automatically master it after crossing over, never imagining you'd stumble on this, so he naturally didn't emphasize it."
"So, I'm just too dumb, huh." Little Superman shook his head, though he quickly realized maybe he really was too dim because Shiller didn't make such a mistake. Shiller indeed mastered this skill after crossing over.
But he felt a bit unwilling, thinking, am I really the dumbest? Little Superman pondered and then asked, "Are there other transmigrators besides us?"
"There's another one from my homeland," Shiller said. "But he's quite miserable too. As I mentioned, Earth's in a war in my cosmos, and he's been forced to come over. However, he's not a superhero, so after coming over, he just continued schooling and working as before; recently, he's even started dating and might get married."
"From that perspective, being an ordinary person seems better than being a superhero," Little Superman mused. "If I had just gone to college, I wouldn't be so unfortunate."
"That might have been unlikely," Shiller said. "No matter what, you are still Superman. Even if you wanted a peaceful life, all sorts of surprises would come looking for you. On the bright side, being hanging on the Origin Wall is still better than getting beaten in every major event, right?"
"I wouldn't get beaten," Little Superman said. "Although I have the same name as Clark, I always feel I can't be counted as Superman because my superpower is different from theirs..."
"I meant, you might get beaten up by the Justice League," Shiller said, spreading his hands. "Batman knows you want to save them, so he doesn't see you as a threat. But if you ever try to use your knowledge and abilities for bad, he'd pin you down."
Little Superman wanted to retort immediately, but what he wanted to refute wasn't that Batman could pin him down; rather, it was that he wouldn't engage in bad deeds. However, he felt like Shiller was convinced he would turn bad, and he wondered why that was.
"So, in your cosmos, did I turn bad in the comics?"
"It's not because of that," Shiller didn't deny but explained, "I just speculated based on your personality. You're a person of emotions, acting entirely on your likes and dislikes. When you like someone, you think everything about them is wonderful, wanting to give them the entire world. But if you dislike someone, you hate them to the bone and would never bow to them no matter what."
Little Superman nodded as he listened. He indeed was that kind of person; to fake friendship with someone he hated was worse than killing him. Yet, for those he liked, he was wholeheartedly supportive, looking past any flaws, single-mindedly liking them.
"Isn't this good?" Little Superman asked.
"There's nothing bad about it." Shiller shifted the conversation, "If the world were filled with cold and calculating conspirators, then we'd really be doomed."
Little Superman laughed cheerfully, then suddenly thought of something: "I didn't bring any decent clothes. What should I wear for the wedding?"
"You'll need to wear a uniform," Shiller thought for a moment and said, "In three days, if you hurry, it'll be enough time. Go find a tailor to take your measurements."
Little Superman nodded vigorously, then suddenly said, "Come with me, I'm afraid I'll face some unexpected trouble by myself."
Shiller was a bit surprised and said, "You're afraid of encountering trouble, so you plan to drag me along?"
"Yeah, if there's any trouble, you definitely know how to solve it." Little Superman was completely unabashed, "To be honest, since I came down from the wall, I've been a bit nerve-wracked, always feeling like bad luck is around the corner. But when I'm with you, I don't feel that way. What room are you staying in at the hotel, can I stay with you?"
"...it's not impossible, but I'm not staying at a hotel. I have a house in every universe." Shiller was referring to the house he got from Demon Jason, a property that manifests in every universe.
"That's fantastic," Little Superman said, "I'll move in with you. This way, even if that damned fate finds me, you can swipe it away."
Shiller smiled somewhat helplessly and stood up, saying, "Let's go to the tailor shop first."
Soon, the car stopped at the café entrance, Carter poked his head out: "Quickly hop in, it's going to be traffic jam ahead soon."
"How do you know?" Little Superman asked curiously, "It's noon, shouldn't be peak traffic time."
"The cathedral is doing its final rehearsal. The road will be closed from 2:00 to 4:00 p.m," Carter explained, "Get in quickly."
Shiller and Little Superman got in the car, and as soon as they did, Little Superman asked, "Could you send an agent to my hotel room to pack up my luggage?"
"...Where are you going?" Carter asked, turning around.
"I'm going to move in with Shiller."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Carter nearly choked to death.
"Why do you want to... Are you two very close?"
"Won't we know each other well if I move in for a while?" Little Superman said matter-of-factly, "Before this, I was living with Batman too. Being around smart people makes me feel safe. You can directly ask them anything, and they can solve any problem."
"Wait a second," Carter said, "You lived with Batman? Why would Batman agree to live with you?"
"He didn't agree at first, but I flew to his doorstep with my luggage and said if he didn't take me in, I'd sleep on the street outside Wayne Manor. He eventually let me in."
Carter opened his mouth but didn't know what to say; it seemed like one thing could suppress another. Before he could say anything, Little Superman was already complaining again: "It's just that the original Superman of that universe was a bit annoying. He insisted that I was taking his Batman and wanted to move in with us too. Batman actually agreed, come on, what can Superman do that I can't?"
"I never imagined that one day I'd genuinely feel sorry for Batman," Carter sighed deeply, "We're here."
After they got off the car, Carter wanted to offer some advice, but didn't know what exactly to say. If one needs to advise someone how to get along with Shiller, maybe it would require starting from the big bang of the cosmos, and thus he said nothing.
Little Superman entered the tailor shop joyfully. Most people are quite perfunctory about getting measured for tailoring as it's dull and involves turning in various directions upon command, and formal wear can be quite uncomfortable, especially the shoulder seams. Most want to finish quickly.
But Little Superman, whether it's from being imprisoned for too long or his family's past inability to afford tailored suits, was like a child doing homework, finding everything fresh and amusing. He actively cooperated with the measurements and tried every sample fabric in the shop.
He didn't just try them himself, but even asked Shiller to critique each change. Greed isn't very interested in formalwear, and rarely wears suits in daily life. Seeing a new suit one after another got dizzying. Initially, he wanted to call Arrogant, but in the end decided not to intervene. Little Superman hadn't done anything so wrong to deserve it.
By the time Little Superman's enthusiasm passed, it was already midnight. Shiller drove him, zigzagging through alleys, into a small lane. It seemed like a dead end, but once Shiller walked in, a small building appeared, which made Little Superman exclaim excitedly.
Once inside, he looked and touched everything without considering himself a stranger, and Shiller didn't bother with him, heading upstairs to rest himself. It wasn't until he woke up the next morning that he remembered Iron Man had made plans with him yesterday, which he had completely forgotten about.