"Before I forget, let me introduce myself first. The name is Luthor," the old man said. "How about you, young friend? What's your name?"
"Alex Stratos," Alex replied. "Just call me Alex, Sir Luthor."
The old man smiled faintly as if remembering a happy memory.
"It has been a while since someone called me Sir Luthor." Luthor kept smiling even as two baby slimes began to tug on his beard. "Well then, since the slimes have taken you here, I'm sure you're not a bad person. Have you come here to learn from me and inherit my legacy?"
"Your legacy?" Alex asked, saddened that his idol had been reduced to such a state.
"Yes." Luthor nodded. "Didn't I tell you? Back in my younger years, I was quite a ladies' man! If I teach you everything I know, I guarantee that you will marry a wonderful lady. You will then have four kids named William, Lux, Ethan, and Zion.
