Chapter 3249 - Ch: 93-99

Chapter 93 Ultimate Insult pro!

Arthur brought everyone back to the Stark Industries Building.

This building was completely unrecognizable under the dual ravages of the Universe Fusion and Sentinel robots, but the structure of the underground floors was barely intact.

Tony's former laboratory was temporarily converted into a command center, and Elsa guarded there with the dragon talisman.

Wanda and Jean joined forces to deploy an energy barrier around the building using Chaos Magic and Phoenix Force, which was enough to withstand any conventional-level attacks.

"This is your base?" Wolverine glanced around at the dilapidated scene in the laboratory, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Temporary." Arthur walked over to the holographic projection and raised his hand to pull up a panoramic map of Earth.

"After the Universe Fusion, there are too many variables on Earth."

"X-Men, Brotherhood of Mutants, super villains from various Universe, and those scattered Mutants who popped up from nowhere."

"If we don't integrate them, when the God of Storiesstrikes next time, we won't even have room to fight back."

"What do you want to do?" Jean asked.

"Find people first." Arthur's fingers slid across the holographic projection, "Professor X is in Kamar-Taj, Magneto's whereabouts are unknown, and the Brotherhood of Mutants is regrouping."

"We need to unite all the forces that can be united before they cause more trouble."

"Magneto will not yield easily." Wolverine said in a deep voice, "I've known him for decades, and that old fellow is very stubborn now because of the tragic deaths of his wife and daughter."

"Stubborn?" Arthur tilted his head, "Rest assured, he won't."

Deadpool raised his hand: "Can I make a suggestion?"

"We can pull Magneto into a group chat, and then change the group name to 'Brotherhood of Mutants Dissolution Notice'."

"Every time he sends a message, we spam 'You are no longer in the group', so he might die of anger himself."

Everyone present: "..."

"Deadpool." Wolverine squeezed two words out from between his teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

...

Three days later, Kamar-Taj.

Arthur landed in front of this ancient building deep in the Himalayas.

Strange was already waiting at the door, wearing the blue mage robe of this new Sorcerer Supreme.

His expression was calm as always, but his eyes carried a hint of undisguised exhaustion.

"Where is Ancient One?" Arthur asked doubtfully.

"She is maintaining the stability of the dimension." Strangesaid in a low voice, "After the Universe Fusion, the dimensional boundaries have become extremely fragile."

"She deals with leaks in various dimensions almost all day."

"How is Professor X?"

"Follow me."

Strange led Arthur through the layers of corridors of Kamar-Taj and finally came to a quiet meditation room.

Charles Xavier was sitting in a wheelchair, his complexion much better than when they last met, but still carrying a deep exhaustion.

"Mr. Arthur." Charles opened his eyes and smiled weakly, "You're here."

"Professor." Arthur walked up to him, "How is your Mental Strength recovering?"

"Master Ancient One helped me a lot." Charles nodded slightly.

"But the erosion of the multi-Universe by the God of Stories is too severe."

"I can still feel the trauma it left in the deep dimensions."

"I need you to help me find someone —— Magneto."

"Even if you didn't say it, I would find him." Arthur said.

Charles took out a letter from the drawer next to his wheelchair, a yellowed letter with Magneto's handwriting on the envelope.

"He has regrouped the Brotherhood of Mutants." Charlesbegan, "I know him, he must think that after the UniverseFusion, the situation of Mutants has become even more dangerous."

"The balance between humans and Mutants has been completely shattered, and he wants to take advantage of the chaos to establish Mutant rule."

"Where is he?"

"Poland." Charles said, "Auschwitz, that is the place where his wife and daughter were killed, and the source of his most painful memories."

"Whenever he feels driven to a desperate situation, he will go back there."

Arthur nodded and turned to leave.

"Arthur." Charles called out to him.

"Hmm?"

"Don't kill him."

Arthur stopped, turned back and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

"He has done a lot of wrong things." Charles's voice was very soft, "But he is not a bad person."

"He is just a heartbroken person."

"If you kill him, then there will truly be no possibility of reconciliation between Mutants and humans."

"Rest assured."

Arthur waved his hand.

"I am the strongest!"

...

Poland, Auschwitz.

Today, this is a memorial hall, and the off-white buildings appear particularly solemn under the gloomy sky.

But at this moment, the air around the memorial hall was filled with a visible magnetic field fluctuation, and metal objects were moving without wind.

The rails were vibrating slightly, and even the current on the high-voltage power lines in the distance was beating irregularly.

Magneto stood on the old rails of the concentration camp, with his hands behind his back, his black cloak fluttering in the magnetic field.

Standing in front of him were hundreds of Mutants, who were the forces regrouped by the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Some came from this Universe, some came from the X-Men Universe, and everyone carried a resolute expression.

"The balance between humans and Mutants has collapsed." Magneto's voice was calm and powerful, "After the Universe Fusion, we are greater in number, but our situation is also more dangerous."

"Humans will not let go of this opportunity, and they will try to completely annihilate us."

"So we must strike first before they take action."

A low sound of approval sounded in the crowd.

"But first..." Magneto turned around and looked at the distant horizon, "We have to deal with a trouble first."

He perceived an energy source rapidly approaching.

That energy source had defeated him last time, which made Magneto very familiar with it.

Golden light streaked across the horizon, like a meteor falling on the other end of the rails.

God Among Men had his hands behind his back, his indifferent gaze scanning everyone present.

"Erik Lensherr."

Magneto raised his hand, the magnetic field condensed around him, and metal fragments rose from the surrounding ruins, rotating around his body.

"Arthur, you really came after all."

"I am not here to fight with you." Arthur spoke.

"Then what are you here for?"

"I'm here to invite you." Arthur took a step forward, "Join our team and fight against the God of Stories together."

"And then?" Magneto spoke, his voice low and cold, "After fighting the God of Stories, are you going to hand me, a Mutant, over? Hand me over to humans for disposal?"

"No."

"Why should I trust you?"

Arthur looked at him and was silent for a moment.

"Because Tony Stark is dead, he is my younger brother."

"He died in battle to protect this Earth, and I promised him that I would protect this world well."

"No matter whether you are a human or a Mutant, as long as you are on this Earth, you are the object I want to protect."

Magneto looked into his eyes.

There was no calculation or deceit in those golden eyes.

Only a calm, unquestionable firmness.

"But I do not submit to anyone."

Magneto raised his hand, and the magnetic field suddenly burst out around him.

"If you want me to listen to you, you must first prove... you are stronger than me."

"So you still want to fight?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"If you lose, don't blame me for punishing you."

"..." After a moment of silence, Magneto spoke, "What punishment?"

"Nothing, just Ultimate Insult pro."

Arthur explained.

"Seal up your Mutant powers, and right in front of Charles, find eight British guys to fuck you."

Magneto:???

Chapter 94: Earth Alliance, God of Stories in DC Universe

"Enough." Magneto's mouth twitched frantically.

"Finding eight Englishmen to * me, and still letting Charleswatch?"

"What the hell is this bullshit?"

Without a shred of hesitation, a magnetic field suddenly erupted around him.

Metal fragments rose from the ruins, the railway tracks twisted and deformed, and high-voltage power lines sparked everywhere.

Thousands of tons of steel converged into a sky-blocking vortex, carrying enough force to tear the Earth apart, and slammed toward Arthur.

Magneto was serious.

Hearing what Arthur just said, he admitted that he was scared.

"Getting * * by eight Englishmen, and still having to be seen by Charles?"

This was definitely his ultimate insult.

Opposite him, Arthur watched all this, clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched out fiercely.

Boom!!

A terrifying power instantly erupted, and thousands of tons of steel were instantly squeezed into fragments.

Immediately following that,

Arthur instantly appeared in front of Magneto and threw a punch down.

"So fast!"

Magneto was startled and instantly moved away from Arthur, but Arthur suddenly disappeared from before his eyes.

"Where did he go?"

Magneto felt puzzled in his heart, and immediately afterward, he heard a fierce whistling sound coming from behind him.

His scalp went numb for a moment, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.

Then...

He saw a huge fist filling his entire field of vision, enlarging, and continuously enlarging.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled sound, like striking a broken bell.

Magneto's cheek sank inward at a visible rate to the naked eye.

The whole person, like a home-run baseball, smashed straight toward the ground, crashing through the ceilings of seven or eight layers of the underground parking lot along the way.

Finally, he was embedded in the cement floor of the lowest level, forming a big-character ("big") shape.

Dust billowed high into the air.

Arthur shook his fists and frowned with a bit of disgust:

"The helmet is quite hard."

He slowly descended from the air, stepped on the gravel, walked to the edge of the deep pit, and looked down.

Magneto lay on his back at the bottom of the pit, his eyes rolling up, his mouth crooked, his helmet cracked, and sparks still crackling on it.

A generation of magnetic masters, at this moment, was like a flattened soda can, completely lacking in dignity.

"Tsk." Arthur shook his head, "I thought he could withstand two more punches."

He squatted down, reached out, and pulled Magneto out of the pit like carrying a dead chicken.

Magneto's cloak hung tattered, most of his metal armor was shattered, and the remaining pieces still hung on his body, clanging.

As for those Mutants from the Brotherhood of Mutants, seeing this scene, they all froze in place, their scalps tingling.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Homelander is this strong?"

"Knocked Magneto out with a single punch?!"

"Could you be any more outrageous?!"

Cold, shaking.

Erik slowly opened his eyes.

His vision was blurry and pitch black, with only a swaying tungsten filament bulb overhead emitting a dim yellow light, flickering as if it could breathe its last at any moment.

He instinctively tried to raise his hand, but his wrist was tightly bound by something.

Looking down, two silver-gray alloy chains hung from the ceiling, respectively locking his left and right wrists. His ankles received the same treatment, and his entire body was hung into a big-character ("big") shape.

Adamantium.

Erik's pupils shrank sharply.

He tried to activate his ability, but the surroundings remained completely motionless, without even a trace of magnetic field response.

The surface of the chains glowed with a cold light, like cold snakes pinning him firmly here.

His abilities were suppressed.

Erik's breathing began to quicken.

This scene, this atmosphere, this posture... why does it feel like he's heard of it somewhere?

Before he could think carefully, an iron door on the opposite wall creaked open.

A man walked in.

In a suit, short and fat, bald, with a ferocious face, grinning to reveal a mouthful of large yellow teeth, he smiled exceptionally brightly at him.

Erik was stunned for a moment.

Immediately following, a second man walked in.

Also in a suit, also short and fat, also bald, and with a mouthful of large yellow teeth.

The same smile.

Erik frowned.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

The sixth one.

The seventh one.

The eighth one.

Eight identical Englishmen stood neatly in a row.

Then they showed him a smile that he had never seen in his entire life, one that could be called lewd.

Erik's pupils violently vibrated.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, as if something had exploded.

Arthur's words, that image, that fear that he had forcibly suppressed.

At this moment, like a breached flood, rushed back overwhelmingly.

"Finding eight Englishmen to * me, and still letting Charleswatch?"

Erik's face turned pale instantly.

"No."

"No, no, no, no, no..."

"This fucking wasn't made up by Arthur?!"

"It's real?!"

His lips began to tremble, his throat as dry as if he had swallowed a handful of sand, his muscles tensed all over, and the chains were pulled by him to rattle, but the Adamantium remained motionless.

"Who... who are you?!" Erik roared in a hoarse voice.

The eight Englishmen didn't answer; they just smiled.

"Don't come over!!"

Leather shoes stepped on the cement floor, making a "da, da, da" sound, as neat as a military parade.

Erik's breathing was completely disordered.

He struggled frantically, his wrists rubbed bleeding by the alloy chains, but he couldn't care about that at all. There was only one thought in his mind—

Run!

Must run!

But his abilities were suppressed, the chains hung him up, and he couldn't even move.

Eight identical smiling faces grew larger and larger in front of him.

Erik closed his eyes.

"Charles, save me!!"

In the hospital room, Magneto opened his eyes.

This time he was truly awake.

The ceiling was white; it was the infirmary of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the smell of disinfectant was pungent, and the playful noises of students came from outside the window.

He lay on a narrow bed, covered with a thin blanket. There were no chains on his wrists and no restraints on his ankles.

Erik slowly sat up, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands; his fingers were still trembling slightly.

Trying to activate his abilities, the metal instruments in the hospital room vibrated slightly; his abilities were still there.

But that sense of fear had not yet receded.

The smiling faces of those eight Englishmen were engraved in his mind, lingering and impossible to shake off.

"You're awake."

Charles's voice came from the doorway.

The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the floor was very light, but Erik's entire body suddenly stiffened, like being electrocuted.

He slowly turned his head.

Charles stopped at the doorway, holding a cup of water in his hand. His expression was calm, but there was a subtle hint of something deep in his eyes.

Erik stared at him, remaining silent for a long time.

"...When did you get here?"

"When you shouted 'Charles, save me'."

Erik's face darkened instantly.

"I didn't shout anything."

"You shouted." Charles pushed his wheelchair in and placed the cup of water on the bedside table, "It was very loud; everyone in the corridor heard it."

Erik stared at that cup of water and didn't speak for a long time.

"...I had a dream."

"I know." Charles nodded, "You shouted 'don't come over' in your dream."

Erik's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and spoke in a cold, murderous tone: "Charles, if you tell anyone about this..."

"I will tell them." Charles looked at him with a calm expression, "You owe me."

Magneto fell silent.

He wanted to refute, wanted to get angry, wanted to shake everything off and turn around and leave like before.

But his fingers were still shaking, the smiling faces of those eight Englishmen were still spinning in his mind, and that sense of helplessness... he hadn't felt it for too long.

"Where is Arthur?" he finally asked.

"Waiting for you outside."

Erik closed his eyes, took three deep breaths to push all his emotions back down, then stood up and put on the cloak hanging at the end of the bed.

"Let's go."

In the downstairs lobby, Arthur was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine.

Elsa stood beside him, the dragon talisman spinning around in her hands.

Hearing footsteps, Arthur raised his head.

Magneto walked down the stairs, his cloak dragging behind him, his expression having already returned to that cold and arrogant appearance.

But if one looked closely, they could find that his pace was half a beat slower than usual, and his gaze unconsciously avoided eye contact with Charles.

"Did you sleep well?" Arthur asked.

Magneto stopped on the last step of the stairs.

He stared at Arthur, his gaze so gloomy it could drip water.

"That punishment of yours..."

"Oh, that." Arthur closed the magazine, "Fake, I was scaring you."

Magneto was stunned.

"Those eight Englishmen..."

"Your dream."

Magneto stood in place, his expression changing from gloomy to astonished, from astonished to anger, and from anger to an extremely complex distortion between wanting to kill someone and not daring to do it.

His mouth twitched three times.

"You fucking..."

"But didn't you agree to come talk about cooperation?" Arthur stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, walked up to him, "So the effect was achieved."

Magneto looked at him, remaining silent for a full ten seconds.

"...Arthur."

"Hmm?"

"One day I will kill you."

"Get in line." Arthur walked past him and patted his shoulder, "There are still millions of people waiting ahead."

Magneto took a deep breath and followed behind, walking out of the lobby.

On the lawn in the backyard of Xavier's School, a group of people were already standing there.

Jean Grey leaned against the porch pillar, her red hair fluttering in the breeze.

Wolverine and Deadpool stood in a corner. Deadpool was trying to stick a sticker onto Wolverine's steel claws, but was slapped away by a single claw.

Spider-Man crouched on the steps, practicing tying knots with the last bit of web silk he had.

Wanda stood beside Charles, the red light of Chaos Magicflickering faintly at her fingertips.

Black Cat Felicia leaned against the garden railing, nodding slightly when she saw Arthur come out.

"Just these?" Magneto glanced over, "You want to rely on these few people to fight the God of Stories?"

"Of course not." Arthur walked to the center of the lawn and looked up at the sky, "Strange is guarding the dimensional rift at Kamar-Taj, and the Ancient One is maintaining stability in the deep dimension.

The rest of the Brotherhood of Mutants are waiting for you to persuade them."

"Why should I persuade them for you?"

"Because you can't beat me."

Magneto's mouth twitched again.

"And." Arthur turned his head, his golden eyes looking at him, "You said that the balance between Mutants and humans has collapsed.

Now I am giving Mutants a place. In this team, in the new order after all powers are integrated, you have a voice.

Otherwise, you can go back to that concentration camp in Poland, continue standing on the railway tracks alone, and give speeches to the air."

Magneto fell silent.

Charles pushed his wheelchair from behind and stopped beside him.

"Erik."

"...Don't persuade me."

"I'm not here to persuade you." Charles looked at the group of people on the lawn, "I'm here to tell you, I'm joining."

"You bring the rest of the Brotherhood of Mutants over." Charles's voice was very soft, "I'll have the X-Mencooperate.

We'll combine our powers and deal with the God of Stories first.

Matters after that can be discussed later."

Magneto was silent for a moment and looked at Arthur.

"I have a condition."

"Speak."

"If the God of Stories dies, this Alliance will dissolve.

Mutants will not submit to any order established by humans."

"Very well." Arthur nodded, "Anyway, if you want to fight at that time, come find me anytime."

Magneto let out a cold snort, took out a metal disc from under his cloak, and flicked it lightly with his finger.

The disc emitted a low hum.

A few minutes later, dozens of figures appeared in the sky.

Members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, Mutants from the two Universes, flew in from all directions.

Juggernaut, Human Torch, Iceman, Shadowcat, Colossus...

Hundreds of Mutants landed on the lawn, filling the entire backyard.

At the same time, Charles also pressed the button on his wheelchair armrest.

The school's alarm sounded three times, the underground passage opened, and all the remaining X-Men members poured out.

Cyclops, Storm, beast, Magik...

The two groups of people stood on the lawn, looking at each other in dismay.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

"Alright." Arthur stood in the middle of the two groups, raising both hands, "Starting today, all forces are unified in scheduling.

No matter how many fights you've had in the past or what grievances you have, now there is only one goal—

The God of Stories."

He turned to look at Magneto and Charles.

"The two of you are responsible for the Mutant faction and integrating them into an army."

"What about you?" Magneto asked.

"I'll go find the rest."

After saying that, Arthur's figure flickered and disappeared in place.

In space, Arthur hovered in low Earth orbit, his Super Visionsweeping across the entire planet.

New York, London, Tokyo, Moscow...

Mutants and superpower users around the globe were sending responses to him.

The System panel flickered in front of his eyes.

[ Auxiliary Quest: Dominate All Powers on Earth — Progress: 71% ]

[ Detected that the host has integrated the X-Men, Brotherhood of Mutants, Kamar-Taj, and Stark Industriesheritage. ]

[ Remaining unintegrated: Inhumans, Atlantis. ]

[ Tip: After all forces are integrated, quest rewards will be distributed. ]

Arthur's gaze shifted from the Earth's surface to deep space.

In that direction, the God of Stories was watching him from the cracks of a certain multiverse.

"Soon." Arthur spoke in a low voice.

Three days later.

The top floor of the Stark Industries Building.

Arthur stood in front of the newly repaired holographic projection, facing representatives who had rushed over from all over the world.

Black Panther T'Challa, the King of Wakanda, stood on the far left.

Black Bolt of the Inhumans stood on the other side.

Namor of Atlantis, the Aquaman, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

The Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men stood side by side, although there was a distance of several meters between them in the middle.

"Everyone is here." Arthur turned around and looked at everyone, "Starting today, all forces on Earth will be under unified scheduling and unified command.

There is only one goal — to kill the God of Stories."

"And then?" Namor spoke, his voice deep.

"Do whatever you want." Arthur shrugged, "But before I kill the God of Stories, no one is allowed to infight."

Namor stared at him for a few seconds and ultimately did not retort.

"Begin."

On the holographic projection, the three-dimensional image of Earth slowly rotated.

The location, military strength, and abilities of each faction were marked on it.

Jean and Wanda stood on either side. Chaos Magic and Phoenix Force intersected on the projection, forming the coordinates of the dimension where the God of Stories was located—

That was the DC Universe where Arthur had once been.

The God of Stories was right there now.

"We are going to fight a cross-dimensional war." Arthurraised his hand, and a golden light swept across the holographic projection, "Therefore, all of you must become stronger."

He turned around and looked at everyone.

"Starting today, I will train you."

[ Ding! ]

[ Auxiliary Quest: Dominate All Powers on Earth — Completed! ]

[ Quest reward being distributed: Silver Superman Template Fragment * 10 ]

[ Current Silver Superman Template Fragments: 48 / 100 ]

Chapter 95: Earth-11's Batwoman

Just like Marvel, the DC Universe has many Universes, totaling 52.

Among these 52 Universes, some are Universes of light, and some are dark Universes.

When the Earth Alliance established by Arthur learned that the God of Stories was in the DC Universe, they immediately began to take action.

Because of the Fusion of the two Universes, they were able to possess two Space Stones.

Then, using multiverse-level power to drive the Space Stones, they could open the barriers between the multiverses, thereby arriving at the DC Universe.

At this moment.

DC Universe, Earth-11.

When Arthur and Black Cat Felicia fell from the spatial rift, the ground beneath their feet was damp and slippery.

Felicia instinctively grabbed Arthur's arm to steady her figure, looked down, and was stunned for a moment.

The asphalt road on the ground was covered with a thin layer of seawater, reflecting a certain dim green light.

The sewer openings on the side of the road were already submerged by water, bubbling with a gurgling sound.

"This place..."

Felicia frowned, her gaze sweeping around the surroundings.

"I always feel like something is a bit wrong."

"If the DC Universe were normal, that would be the truly abnormal part."

Arthur complained, then glanced around the surrounding environment.

They landed on a narrow street, flanked by towering Gothic architecture.

Spires, flying buttresses, gargoyles...

All shrouded under a layer of unresolvable dark clouds.

The sky was lead-gray, with neither the sun nor stars visible.

It was as if this city was trapped under a dome of eternal dusk.

The surfaces of the buildings were crawling with black vines, and there were no lights in the windows, only vague shadows flashing by occasionally.

The air was filled with a strange odor mixed with seawater, rust, and a certain rotting, sweetish scent.

Through the surrounding English letters, Arthur recognized this place in an instant.

"Gotham, but this place is even worse than I imagined."

Just as the words fell.

Splash!!

The sound of violent seawater came from the end of the street.

Immediately afterwards, two figures rushed out from the corner, using both hands and feet, running desperately.

Running in the front was a woman in a purple suit with a tall figure.

Her face was painted with a pale base, her lips were dark purple, and her green hair was scattered loosely over her shoulders, looking like a kind of crazy and morbid aesthetic.

But forming a contrast with this attire...

Was her expression.

At this moment, this woman looked back while running out frantically, her expression somewhat flustered.

And following closely behind her was another woman, short and stout, wearing a black feathered coat with a string of pearl necklaces hung around her neck.

Her nose was long and sharp, like the beak of some kind of bird, wearing a crooked topper, and clutching a flowered umbrella in her hand.

Seeing Arthur and Felicia, the green-haired woman grabbed Felicia's arm, panting heavily as she spoke.

"Holy crab, run quickly!"

Felicia was stunned by her grip: "What?"

"Holy cow, why the hell are you still standing around here? Run already!!"

The green-haired woman... or rather, the clown of this world, screamed out.

"She is coming!!"

"Who is she?" The Black Cat looked at this woman in a daze.

"Batwoman!" The short and stout woman, in other words, the Penguin Woman of this Universe, explained.

Then she staggered past the two of them, shouting without looking back:

"That guy is coming, if you don't want to die, you better run quickly!"

The female clown let out Felicia's arm and also ran out following suit.

High heels stepped out a string of messy sounds on the damp and slippery ground.

Felicia turned to look at Arthur with a puzzled expression: "What's the situation?"

"What they said is right."

Arthur said, his gaze falling on the end of the street.

There, a wall of seawater more than ten meters high, carrying an aura sufficient to crush everything, rushed along the narrow street.

Beneath the water's surface, countless rolled-up cars, streetlamp poles, and gravel could be vaguely seen, resembling the open maw of a giant beast made of seawater.

And at the very front of that water wall, a figure stood atop the crest of the waves.

That was a woman, with a slender and agile figure, wearing a black bat suit.

The material of the suit fit closely to the curves of her body, outlining full breasts and a tight waist.

The cape fluttered backward in the fierce wind like a black flag.

There were two pointed ears on both sides of her cowl, revealing only the lower half of her face—

A well-defined jawline, thinly pressed lips, and skin as pale as snow.

But most eye-catching was what she held in her hand—

Golden Trident.

The trident was more than two meters long, cast entirely from a certain bright golden metal, and its surface was engraved with ancient patterns.

By rights, this should be the weapon of Atlantis's Aquaman, but why would it appear in Batwoman's hands?

At this moment, Batwoman held the trident in one hand, lifting it high.

The giant waves under her feet surged violently with her movement, water roaring like thousands of horses galloping.

"F*ck." Arthur heard Felicia behind him curse softly.

Her voice was trembling.

The mighty aura emanating from this woman made Feliciathink of Namor.

That king of Atlantis, the Sovereign of the ocean.

But the woman in front of her was even more dangerous than Namor.

Because her aura carried something even darker than the ocean.

The darkness of Gotham.

"You still dare to run..."

Batwoman spoke, her voice low and hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

She looked down at the running female clown and Penguin Woman, raising the trident, the tip pointing at them.

Boom!!

Seawater suddenly surged, transforming into two water spouts, chasing after the female clown and Penguin Woman.

The female clown screamed and jumped up, barely avoiding the first water spout.

But the second one directly crashed into her back, knocking her whole body flying and landing right at Felicia's feet.

The Penguin Woman didn't fare much better; she was swept up by the water spout, spinning a dozen times in the air, and then slammed fiercely against the wall.

The female clown lay on the ground, looking up at Feliciaand Arthur, a twisted smile appearing on her pale face.

Felicia looked down at her; on the green-haired woman's face, besides fear, there was also a strange, almost frantic excitement.

As if being hunted down made her very happy.

"Could she be an M?"

Felicia took an imperceptible step back, standing beside Arthur.

"What is going on here?" she asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Arthur shook his head, "But the trident in that woman's hand is a treasure of Atlantis."

"Who is she?"

"She should be Batwoman as they mentioned? Anyway, this is Gotham, it's impossible for Superwoman to appear here, right?" Arthur shrugged.

Batwoman slowly descended, stepping on the crest of the waves, and stood on the street. The surrounding seawater swirled around her ankles like loyal guards.

She raised her head, looking at Arthur and Felicia.

"Outsiders, leave my city."

"Brucie Wayne, I know it's you." Arthur tilted his head, "Aren't you afraid that your parents' graves will be dug up if you threaten us like this?"

"Brucie Wayne, I know it's you." Arthur tilted his head, "Aren't you afraid that your parents' graves will be dug up if you threaten us like this?"

The moment these words fell, the temperature of the entire street seemed to plummet by over a dozen degrees.

Batwoman stopped in her tracks, her fingers tightening sharply on the Golden Trident, her whole body freezing.

Felicia keenly sensed that the aura on this woman had changed.

Previously, it was indifference, a condescending threat, a Guardian's expulsion of outsiders.

But now, what emanated from her was a nearly materialized anger.

That anger was bone-chillingly cold, like the forever-sunless cold pool beneath Gotham, thoroughly stirred up at this moment.

"How dare you threaten me with my... with my parents?!"

Brucie's voice was so low as if squeezed out from her throat.

Her jawline tightened, her thin lips pressed into a straight line, and in those eyes beneath the shadow of her cowl, something dangerous was surging crazily.

"How dare you... how dare you do this?"

Ever since the Crime Alley tragedy passed, her parents' death had always been the gloom in Brucie's heart.

And now...

A stranger actually said they were going to dig up her parents' graves.

How could this not make her angry?

Arthur looked at her, his expression calm, even tilting his head.

"What, your parents' graves..."

Boom!!!

The seawater of the entire street instantly broke free from the constraints of gravity, suspended in mid-air.

Tens of thousands of tons of seawater converged above Brucie's head, forming a huge water ball with a diameter of over two hundred meters.

The water ball rotated slowly, the internal current churning and stirring at an extremely high speed, bringing up bursts of piercing whistling sounds.

The surface shimmered with a dim green glow, which was the pollution formed after Gotham's darkness penetrated into the seawater, with every drop of water carrying resentment sufficient to corrode steel.

Brucie raised the trident, the tip pointing directly at Arthur.

"You don't know anything." Her voice was trembling, "You don't know anything, on what grounds..."

Brucie spoke more and more angrily, until she couldn't continue.

The trident swung down fiercely.

The huge water ball exploded in an instant, transforming into an overwhelming curtain of water pouring down from the sky.

Every drop of water was compressed to the extreme, carrying kinetic energy enough to pierce concrete, resembling a rainstorm composed of countless bullets.

Felicia instinctively retreated, but no matter how fast her speed was, it couldn't outpace this area-of-effect strike.

Arthur raised one hand, and the Green Lantern Ring worn on his finger flashed with light.

The green light formed a hemispherical barrier, enveloping Felicia and himself inside.

The water curtain crashed against the barrier, producing a series of roars so dense they were almost continuous, just like thousands of arrows fired simultaneously.

The moment each drop of water touched the barrier, it was evaporated into water mist; within a few short seconds, the surroundings of the barrier were wrapped in dense white fog.

Brucie stepped on the seawater and rushed over, the trident spinning in her hand, its tip carrying a water blade, slashing towards Arthur's barrier.

The water blade cut through the white fog, carrying a force sufficient to split mountains, fiercely hacking onto the green barrier.

Boom!!!

The barrier remained motionless.

Brucie's pupils contracted sharply, she gripped the trident with both hands, pressing down with all her might.

The tip of the trident pressed against the surface of the barrier, dim blue light flashing wildly, and seawater converged from all directions, continuously increasing the pressure.

"Give me..."

She gritted her teeth, the muscles on her arms tightening, her body beneath the bat suit trembling slightly from exertion.

"Break!!"

The trident suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light.

The seawater gathered entirely at the tip of the trident in an instant, compressing into a water droplet only the size of a fist.

The power contained within that water droplet was enough to grind a skyscraper into powder from its foundation.

However.

To Brucie's utter astonishment, the water droplet exploded.

Rumble!!!

The glass of the distant buildings completely shattered, the road cracked, and even the water level of the Gotham River dropped by half a meter in an instant.

The white fog was blown away by the Shockwave.

Brucie panted heavily, staring at the smoke before her, searching for Arthur's figure.

The smoke cleared.

The Green Lantern Ring's barrier was still there, Arthurstood in place, unmoving, his expression hasn't even changed.

"Not bad." Arthur nodded, "You are much stronger than Namor."

Brucie was stunned.

The light on the Golden Trident she held in her hand was dimming visibly to the naked eye.

This supreme treasure of Atlantis had consumed too much power in that previous strike and was entering cooldown on its own.

And the man in front of her was completely unscathed.

"You..."

Brucie widened her eyes, staring closely at Arthur in front of her, her face full of a dazed look.

And the next second—

Arthur instantly appeared before her, extending his right hand and grabbing directly at her.

Brucie instinctively wanted to retreat, wanting to manipulate the seawater to push herself away.

But she found that Arthur's hand had already broken through the blockade of the seawater, grabbing her wrist directly.

That force came from Arthur's palm, spreading along her wrist to her whole body, pinning her entirely in place.

The trident slipped from her hand, turning a circle in the air, and was caught by Arthur's other hand.

"Give it back to me!" Brucie struggled, her voice flustered.

Arthur ignored her struggle, holding the trident with one hand, pointing the tip downwards, and gently inserting it into the ground.

Hum!!

A low hum emanated from the trident.

The supreme treasure of Atlantis, the moment it was touched by Arthur, all the ancient patterns on its surface lit up.

Golden light spread along the patterns, from the tip to the shaft, and then to the tail, the entire trident turning into a glowing golden scepter from top to bottom.

Brucie was stunned.

She had held this trident for three years and had never seen this kind of reaction.

The way those patterns lit up looked like... it seemed this Divine Artifact had been pacified?

Under Arthur's touch, the restless power belonging to Gotham's darkness within the trident quieted down.

Seeing this scene, Brucie stood in place, staring blankly at that trident.

It had never been as quiet as it was now.

For three years, this halberd had been whispering, roaring, and struggling in her hands, and every day she had to use all her willpower to suppress it.

And now, it was as quiet as an ordinary weapon.

"You..." Brucie raised her head, looking at Arthur, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Who on Earth are you?"

"Arthur Stark." Arthur released her wrist and stepped back a step, "I come from another Universe."

Brucie rubbed her grabbed wrist, staring at him for a long time.

"What did you come to Gotham for?"

"Looking for someone." Arthur looked at her and asked.

"Do you know... a guy called the God of Stories?"

Chapter 96: Supergirl Clara Doubting Life

When she heard the name God of Stories, Brucie's expression changed.

Fear, hatred, helplessness, and even a trace of... hope?

"What are you looking for him for?" She lowered her voice.

"To kill him, of course." Arthur replied, "He messed up my Universe and killed my younger brother. That's why I'm looking for him."

"Three years ago." Brucie took a deep breath and spoke softly, "On the day Aquaman died, a crack tore open in the sky over Gotham."

"A crack?"

"Something fell from the crack." Brucie lowered her head, looking at her own hands, "A black book. I picked it up and read it, and there was only one title on it."

"What title?"

"'The Doom of Gotham'." Brucie's voice was pressed very low, "It wrote about three things inside: Arthur would die, I would get the trident, and Gotham would be flooded."

She raised her head and looked at Arthur.

"The first two things have happened.

The third thing, I am currently preventing.

But I know I can't stop it, because what is written in that book is never wrong."

Arthur nodded.

"That must be the story of the God of Stories...

The stories he writes turn into reality. Your Universe is his manuscript paper."

Brucie's body froze, and she looked at Arthur in disbelief.

"You mean... the fates of all of us were written by him?"

"Pretty much." Arthur looked at her, "I came here just to tear up his manuscript paper."

"If what you're saying is true..." Brucie asked, "Then Gotham being flooded was also written by him?"

"Correct."

"My parents..."

"Uh... It's possible." Arthur rubbed his nose.

Logically speaking, the death of Batman's parents should be something the DC editorial department did.

But who could say those editorial departments had nothing to do with the God of Stories?

What if those guys were also Avatars of the God of Stories?

Hearing this, Brucie pressed her lips tightly together.

She stood under the gloomy sky, wearing a black bat suit, with her cape trailing behind her like a silent statue.

"I'll help you."

Arthur looked at her, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Very good."

Just at this moment.

A red afterimage fell from the sky, slamming heavily onto the street and smashing a deep crater dozens of meters in diameter into the ground.

Gravel splashed everywhere, and an Shockwave spread in all directions.

Felicia was pushed back several steps by that wave of Qi, barely stabilizing her stance.

Arthur turned his head to look.

He saw a woman's figure slowly straightening up in the center of the deep crater.

She wore a dark blue tight-fitting battle suit, with a red and yellow "S" logo printed on her chest.

A red cape fluttered behind her, and long black hair cascaded down from her shoulders.

Her tall figure was full of a sense of power, and the battle suit conformed to every inch of her muscle lines.

Full breasts, a taut waist, slender and powerful legs...

Were displayed without reserve under the outline of the battle suit.

Her face was exquisite and cold, her blue eyes scanning everything around her with an innate majesty.

Supergirl.

"Brucie." She spoke, her voice clear and icy, "Are you flooding the city again?"

As she spoke, Supergirl turned her head to look at Arthurand Felicia, her blue eyes narrowing slightly.

"Also, who are these two people?"

Brucie looked at Supergirl and explained:

"They came from another Universe, saying they want to kill the God of Stories."

Supergirl scrutinized Arthur, staring at him for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Another Universe? Prove it to me."

Arthur looked at her and tilted his head.

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Supergirl raised her right hand, clenched her fist, and instantly appeared in front of Arthur.

Her fist, carrying enough force to shatter mountain ranges, slammed toward Arthur's face.

This punch was extremely fast and immensely powerful, enough to make an opponent of Superman's level take it seriously.

However.

Arthur tilted his head.

Supergirl's fist brushed past his ear, and the wind pressure it generated cleaved a gully into the street behind him.

"Not bad." Arthur spoke, "The power of this punch could probably punch through a mountain."

Supergirl did not respond.

She withdrew her fist, her body sinking slightly, and her entire figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Bang!

The sound of the air bursting exploded at the spot where she vanished, and a circle of white sound cones spread in all directions.

Felicia covered her ears and was pushed back another two steps by the Shockwave.

Supergirl appeared on Arthur's left side, delivering a sweeping kick toward his waist.

The speed of this leg was nearly twice as fast as the previous punch, and its power was more concentrated. The Qi flow stirred up by the kick shattered all the glass of the buildings on both sides of the street.

Arthur raised his left arm, and Supergirl's lower leg kicked against his forearm.

Boom!

An Shockwave exploded with the two of them as the center, the ground cracking and gravel splashing.

Brucie had to control the seawater to form a barrier in front of her, blocking the oncoming wave of Qi.

Supergirl felt a numb sensation transmitting from her shinbone.

It was like kicking an alloy with infinite density.

Her pupils contracted once more.

"How is that possible..."

She spat out these few words in a low voice, then clenched her teeth as her body flipped in mid-air, her other leg hacking down toward the top of Arthur's head with even more violent force.

Arthur raised his hand, his five fingers spreading open, and caught her ankle.

The downward-hacking force was completely absorbed by his palm, without even a trace of vibration transmitting to the ground.

With her ankle grabbed, Supergirl hung suspended mid-air, her blue eyes filled with disbelief.

The power of this strike of hers was enough to cleave an aircraft carrier in half from the middle.

Yet this man caught her leg as easily as catching a falling leaf.

"You..."

"Your name is Clara, right?" Arthur released her ankle, and Supergirl flipped down to the ground, retreating more than a dozen steps before stabilizing her stance, "A Kryptonian."

Clara stared at him, her breathing slightly rapid.

Although those few exchanges just now were brief, they consumed a considerable amount of stamina, especially the final strike where she used almost all her strength.

Yet the man opposite her hadn't even changed his breathing from beginning to end.

"Your strength..." Clara's voice was somewhat hoarse, "You are not a Kryptonian."

"I am a human." Arthur shrugged.

"Human?" Clara frowned, "Humans cannot possibly have such powerful strength. What on earth are you?"

Arthur tilted his head, seemingly pondering how to explain.

"You can understand me as a... evolved human." he said.

"My body absorbed enough stellar energy for a certain qualitative change to occur.

Essentially I am still human, but on the level of strength, it is completely different."

"Come again." Clara was silent for a moment, then assumed a fighting stance once more, "I haven't used my full strength yet."

Arthur looked at her and sighed.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!!"

Finished speaking, crimson light suddenly lit up in Clara's eyes.

This is...

Heat Vision!

Chapter 97: Happy Super-Superman

The crimson beam flickered with a soaring brilliance in the pitch-black street.

Facing the Heat Vision, Arthur showed no fear whatsoever; he raised a finger on his right hand and steadily blocked Clara's beam.

Seeing this scene, Clara was instantly stunned, and even Brucie, the Batwoman not far away, was completely bewildered.

This...

How was this possible?

That was Clara's Heat Vision!

The temperature had long reached several thousand degrees Celsius, completely capable of melting steel and turning rocks into magma.

Even among the Kryptonians who had invaded Earthbefore, led by Zod, no one could block her Heat Vision.

But now...

The man in front of her blocked it just by raising a single finger.

What the hell...

Is he seriously this freaked out of his mind overpowered?

In an instant, Superwoman Clara burst forward, swinging a fist fiercely toward Arthur's face.

But Arthur merely extended one finger, blocking in front of her fist.

As a powerhouse with the Power of a Million Suns plus a Superman Body of Steel, he only needed one finger to deal with a Superman.

What's more, this was Superwoman, so a finger had even more uses.

"To prevent you from misunderstanding anything, let me tell you..."

Looking at the completely bewildered Superwoman, Arthurgrinned, showing a confident smile.

"You are the challenger."

As his voice fell, his eyes instantly turned crimson.

Two crimson beams shot out from his pupils, carrying the temperature of the Power of a Million Suns.

Shocked, Clara hurriedly jerked her head to the side, and the beams instantly grazed past both sides of her cheeks.

Vaporizing the spire of a Gothic clock tower hundreds of meters behind her.

The spire vanished silently.

The cross-section was smooth as a mirror, without even a sign of melting—it had sublimated directly into gas.

Clara froze on the spot, a burning sensation coming from both sides of her cheeks as the heatwave baked her skin red.

A few strands of black hair were curled and scorched by the heat on the edge.

If those two beams had drifted even an inch off...

She, Superwoman, would have died.

This guy...

Who on Earth is he?

Why does he possess such terrifying power?

Thinking of this, Clara lowered her head to look at Arthuropposite her: "You... why do you have this ability too?"

"You can understand it as: I evolved."

The crimson light in Arthur's eyes slowly faded, returning to a calm gold.

He looked at Clara, that confident smile still hanging at the corner of his mouth.

"So? Still want to fight?"

Clara's fists clenched tightly.

Her heart was racing, telling her a truth—

The man in front of her was someone she couldn't beat.

Regardless of speed, strength, defense, or attack, he far surpassed her.

But...

Just because she couldn't win, was she supposed to stop fighting?

That was a loser's mindset!

"Now... let me tell you! You're the challenger!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Clara instantly burst forward, her fists bombarding toward Arthur's face continuously.

Arthur dodged left and right, caught an opening, and slammed a punch directly into Clara's abdomen.

Boom!!

Immense force exploded violently.

Visible shockwaves swept madly in all directions, flipping over every street within a hundred meters.

The next instant, Clara was propelled by this force through the cloud layer at several times the speed of sound, hurtling toward outer space.

Her speed reached the extreme, completely uncapturable by ordinary human eyes.

Even Brucie could only see a red afterimage piercing through the eternal dark clouds above Gotham.

Clara's body pierced through the cloud layer, soaring higher and higher into the depths of pitch-black space.

Finally, after tumbling dozens of times in low Earth orbit, she barely managed to stabilize her body.

Vacuum.

Silent and cold.

Clara hovered in Earth's orbit, her cape tattered into ribbons, and a large tear opened on the chest of her suit, revealing her full, fair chest.

A streak of blood hung at the corner of her mouth, her blue eyes staring at the blue-and-white planet below, her chest heaving violently.

Superwoman's face was filled with utter shock.

One punch...

One punch had blasted her straight from Earth into space.

This kind of strength was truly far too terrifying.

Moreover, her abdomen still throbbed with pain.

The power of that punch had penetrated her Krypton Body of Steel, directly shocking her internal organs to the point of bleeding.

Under the sunlight, her cells were rapidly repairing the ruptured blood vessels and torn muscles.

But that feeling of being completely crushed lingered in her mind; she had never been knocked so far away before.

"Damn it..."

Clara gritted her teeth and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She looked down; Gotham had shrunk into a tiny greyish-green speck.

The Atlantic Ocean glinted with a silvery-white sheen under the moonlight, and the outline of the North American Continent was clearly visible.

She had never viewed Earth from this angle before; every time she flew into space on a mission, it was on her own initiative, controlling her own direction and speed.

But this time, she had been hit up here by a single punch, like a baseball sent flying by a bat.

Just as she prepared to dive back down, a golden light surged up from the direction of Earth.

The light soared from Gotham's position, shooting straight toward where she was.

Clara's pupils shrank abruptly.

"How is that possible..."

The golden light stopped in front of her.

Arthur hovered in the vacuum, his white shirt motionless under the radiation and microgravity, his golden eyes sparkling like starlight.

"You..." Clara's voice rasped slightly, "How did you catch up?"

"By flying up." Arthur shrugged. "You flew over a hundred kilometers, I flew over a hundred kilometers—it's that simple."

Clara stared at him, her chest heaving rapidly.

There was no air in the vacuum, and her respiratory Systemdidn't rely on oxygen, but her body instinctively went through the motions of breathing like a reflex.

"What on Earth are you?" Clara spoke, her voice carrying a trace of trembling that she herself hadn't noticed. "A human couldn't possibly do something like this."

"I told you." Arthur looked at her. "I evolved."

"Evolved?" Clara gritted her teeth tightly. "Even if humans evolved for a million years, they couldn't evolve this kind of power."

"Normally, yes." Arthur nodded. "But if you absorb enough stellar energy and undergo a certain qualitative change, then it's a different story."

He paused for a moment and added another line.

"Inside me is the energy of a million suns."

Clara was stunned.

A million suns?

Kryptonian power came from the yellow sun, a single star.

The solar energy their bodies could absorb had a limit; exceeding that limit would cause overload, collapse, and death.

Yet the man in front of her contained the energy of a million suns inside his body.

What the hell was this?

"You..."

Clara took a deep breath, a glint of resolve flashing in her blue eyes. "I don't care what's inside your body, I only know one thing."

"What?"

"You punched me."

Clara assumed a battle stance, her fists clenched tightly, the red remnants of her cape drifting slowly in the vacuum.

"I'm giving that punch back."

Arthur:???

What kind of Universe is this?

Why did this Superwoman give him the impression of having a pointy head?

And...

Arthur looked at her and sighed.

"Are you sure? If you lose, you'd better think carefully about what happens next."

"Of course!!"

Clara burst forward.

She appeared in front of Arthur, slamming a fist toward his face.

This punch was nearly twice as fast as before, and its strength had multiplied.

In low Earth orbit, there was no air resistance and no constraint of gravity.

A Kryptonian's combat ability could be exerted to the absolute maximum.

However...

Arthur still raised a single finger, blocking in front of her fist.

Clara's fist came to a dead stop, unable to advance even a millimeter; all the power was completely absorbed by that single finger, without even a trace of vibration passing through.

"How..."

Before Clara could react, Arthur's other hand had already grabbed her wrist.

"Not bad," Arthur spoke, his voice sounding directly in her mind. "This punch was three times stronger than the one on the ground earlier. The space environment really buffs you."

Clara struggled to pull her hand back, but Arthur's grip was like an iron hoop, completely unmoving.

"Let go of me!"

"You said earlier you wanted to pay me back for that punch." Arthur looked at her. "You paid yours back. Now it's my turn."

Arthur raised his right hand, made a fist, then opened it, extending his index finger and gently flicking her forehead.

The force was very light.

At least compared to his previous punch, this flick had almost zero lethality.

But Clara felt as if she had been hit head-on by a locomotive.

Tumbling dozens of times through the vacuum, she slammed into a defunct communication satellite, shattering it to pieces, and continued flying backward.

Boom!!

The crater wall on the moon's surface was gouged by her body, forming a rift valley hundreds of meters long.

Rocks and dust splashed thousands of meters high under the low-gravity environment, forming a spectacular cloud of debris.

Clara lay at the deepest part of the rift valley, her entire body in agony, her combat suit completely destroyed, leaving only a stub of the red cape tied around her neck.

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, her blue eyes gazing into the pitch-black space, her pupils somewhat unfocused.

Such a gap... how could this be?

"Not bad." Arthur's voice came from above.

Clara saw him slowly descending onto the edge of the rift valley, looking down at her, his white shirt still spotless amidst the lunar dust.

"Your body is tougher than I imagined. For a normal Kryptonian, that finger flick should have already shattered their skull."

Clara tried to speak, but a metallic, bloody taste surged up her throat.

She coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to climb up, but her arms couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Don't move." Arthur jumped down from the edge of the rift valley and landed beside her.

"The bones in both your arms have cracks, three of your ribs are broken, and your internal organs are bleeding to varying degrees. Although Kryptonian cells will repair it, it takes time."

Clara lay on the ground, looking at Arthur squatting next to her.

His face appeared exceptionally clear under the starlight on the moon's surface.

Regular features, sharp contours, and golden eyes as calm as two bottomless pools of water.

"What... do you want to do?" Clara's voice was raspy.

"I told you." Arthur reached out his hand. "I only need to kill the God of Stories."

Clara looked at that hand, hesitated for a moment, then raised her trembling right hand and held it.

Arthur pulled her up from the ground.

Clara stumbled as she stood up, and Arthur reached out to support her waist.

Her body leaned almost entirely against him, large stretches of snow-white skin exposed under her shattered suit, her rapid breathing making no sound in the vacuum.

Clara felt thoroughly uncomfortable under Arthur's gaze.

That feeling... she had never experienced it before.

It was as if...

She was standing completely naked in front of this man.

"What are you looking at?" Clara's voice was somewhat tight.

Arthur released her hand, stepped back, the corners of his lips curving slightly upward.

"I was thinking that a Kryptonian's bodily structure is indeed much stronger than a human's. Your muscle density, bone strength, and cellular regeneration are hundreds of times superior to a human's. Moreover, you've been defeated now..."

Clara frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

Arthur lowered his head, grinning with a faint smile.

"I said earlier, if you lose, you have to accept the punishment. And I..."

"I am very happy right now, and when I'm happy, naturally I have to..."

"do Superman."

As he spoke, Arthur's right hand abruptly ripped off the battle suit on Superwoman's body.

Chapter 98: It's Qi, I Infused Qi into Your Body

Supergirl Clara never dreamed that she would actually be pinned down on the Moon by a man and...

This was truly mind-boggling.

But she couldn't beat Arthur, and she was a loser once again.

At this moment, she had no choice but to accept the defeat CG that Arthur was giving her.

Arthur's billions of descendants erupted inside her, so scorching hot that Clara felt like her stomach was about to burn up.

"Don't... don't do this..."

Clara's face was completely flushed pink as she kept squirming her body.

"I can't take it..."

"Stop. Your current strength is too weak. I am infusing my Qi into you."

Arthur sat opposite her, holding Clara's hands in his, and looked up at the System panel in front of him.

[Mission: Recruit Supergirl into the Earth Alliance]

[Mission Reward: Silver Superman Template Fragment * 10]

However.

Before Arthur could snap out of it, he saw that Clara had fainted at some point.

...

Clara opened her eyes when she saw the layer of dark clouds that never dispersed over Gotham.

She was lying on the rooftop of a building, her back pressed against the cold concrete.

Her torn battle suit had been changed, replaced by a loose black coat that barely wrapped around her body.

Her limbs were so limp and sore, as if all her strength had been drained, making it difficult to even lift a finger.

But this feeling...

Clara slowly raised her right hand, spread her palm, and placed it before her eyes.

She could feel something that did not belong to Kryptonenergy flowing within her body.

That aura was warm and thick, like liquid gold slowly flowing through her veins.

Her muscle fibers, bones, and cells were absorbing this energy at an unprecedented speed, like parched land meeting a torrential downpour.

"This is..."

Clara suddenly sat up.

The movement was too violent, pulling at the injury on her ribs. She let out a muffled groan but did not stop.

She looked down at her hands and tried to activate the power inside her.

Buzz!!

A reddish-gold aura emerged from the surface of her skin, so subtle it was almost invisible, but Clara could clearly feel the existence of that power.

It was like a deeper Foundation, reshaping her body from the inside out.

Clara stared blankly at her hands, her knuckles bending slightly, and then clenched them into fists.

A slight air explosion burst from her palm.

"This..."

She tried to fly, and her body instantly lifted off the ground, her speed so fast that she startled herself.

She hurriedly stabilized herself and landed back on the rooftop, but the impact of her landing directly cracked the concrete beneath her feet into a web-like pattern.

Clara froze in place, looking down at the cracks.

Her strength had at least doubled.

"Feel it?"

Arthur's voice came from nearby.

Clara turned her head to look, only to see Arthur leaning against the rooftop water tower, holding a bottle of water and drinking from it.

Clara stared at him, her lips moving slightly.

"What did you do to me?"

"Infused Qi." Arthur put down the water bottle, speaking succinctly.

"Qi? Is that the stuff you left inside me?"

"You can understand it as a higher Level of energy." Arthurwalked up to her, his golden eyes looking at her.

"The source of a Kryptonian's power is the radiation of the yellow sun, absorbed through cells and converted into bio-energy.

But there is an upper limit to this conversion efficiency. A Kryptonian's body structure dictates that they can only utilize so much."

He paused, then continued.

"The Qi I just transferred into your body bypassed the biological mechanism of Kryptonians absorbing solar energy and acted directly on your cell nuclei.

It's equivalent to installing a new set of energy circuits in your body."

Clara listened, her brow furrowing.

"So... what am I now?"

"Still a Krypton." Arthur shrugged. "Just with an extra trump card.

Your Krypton abilities are still there, and your solar energy utilization efficiency won't drop either.

But that extra Qi in your body can erupt at critical moments, causing your strength to skyrocket in a short time."

Clara was silent for a few seconds, feeling the golden warm current inside her.

"Why?" she asked. "Why did you help me get stronger?"

"Because you need to be strong enough." Arthur looked at her, his tone flat. "The God of Stories has laid down too many foreshadows in this Universe.

Relying solely on your original strength, you can't even defeat his subordinates."

Clara bit her lip.

She originally wanted to say something to refute him, but the Qi inside her reminded her of a fact—

What Arthur said was true.

This power flowing within her was indeed stronger than her original power.

"The stories written by the God of Stories rely on established facts and the logic of Karma.

But as long as there is a strong enough external force intervening, any story can be torn to shreds."

Arthur walked a few steps, then stopped and looked back at Clara.

"You are that external force now."

Clara clenched her fists, feeling the surging golden power in her palms.

She stood up and followed.

Below the rooftop, Gotham's streets were still gloomy and damp, but the rotten, sweet smell in the air seemed to have faded slightly.

Most of the seawater had receded, revealing wet asphalt roads and scattered ruins.

The Black Cat, Felicia, was standing at the street corner, talking to Brucie.

Seeing Arthur and Clara coming down from the rooftop, Felicia immediately stopped talking and walked forward quickly.

Her silver-white hair looked a bit messy in the damp air, her black leather jacket was covered in dust, and her face bore a trace of fatigue.

"You're back."

Felicia glanced at Clara, her gaze pausing for a moment on the oversized coat that clearly didn't belong to Clara, but she didn't ask further.

"We found traces of the God of Stories."

Arthur stopped in his tracks.

"Where?"

"Brucie just took me around the Gotham underground." Felicia turned sideways and chin-nodded in Brucie's direction.

"This Universe's Justice League has an abandoned Watchtower, located three hundred meters beneath Gotham.

Brucie said that Watchtower was established by Clarathree years ago to monitor the energy fluctuations of the sky cracks."

As she spoke, Brucie walked over from behind, her trident held in her hand once again.

Her face was still pale, but her expression was a bit more serious than before.

"The Watchtower's monitoring System recorded the frequency and energy characteristics of the crack opening."

Brucie spoke, her voice low and hoarse, "I exported that data."

She raised her hand, and a holographic projection unfolded in front of everyone.

It was an energy distribution map of Gotham and its surroundings.

There were three red dots on the map, each emitting fluctuations of different frequencies.

The largest and brightest red dot was located directly beneath Gotham's city center, while the other two were distributed in other places.

"What are these?" Arthur asked.

"Anchor points left by the God of Stories." Brucie pointed at the three red dots.

"After the crack opened three years ago, things fell out of it. Aside from that black book, there were also three energy anchor points.

These anchor points maintain the God of Stories' 'existence' in this Universe."

"Existence?"

"Yes." Brucie's voice deepened. "The God of Stories himself is not in this Universe.

He projects his power through the anchor points to write stories.

As long as the anchor points are still there, he can rewrite the reality of this Universe at any time."

Arthur looked at the three red dots on the holographic projection.

"So to kill him, we have to destroy the anchor points first."

"Destroying the anchor points is only the first step." Brucieraised her trident and pointed at the triangle formed by the three red dots on the holographic projection.

"There is an energy channel between the three anchor points.

Once the anchor points are destroyed, the channel will be exposed.

Only by following that channel can we find the dimensional crack where the God of Stories resides."

Arthur nodded.

"Three anchor points. What are their locations?"

"One is in Gotham, one is in Metropolis, and the other is..." Brucie paused, "in the ruins of Atlantis."

Clara stepped out from behind Arthur, looking at the red dots on the holographic projection.

"Leave the one in Metropolis to me."

Her voice was much steadier than before, and the golden Qi inside her seemed to give her a certain confidence.

Brucie glanced at her and nodded.

"I'll handle the anchor point in Gotham." Her hand gripping the trident tightened slightly.

Arthur looked at them: "Then the one in Atlantis..."

Before he could finish speaking,

the System's voice rang out in his mind.

"[Ding!]"

"[Mission: Recruit Supergirl into the Earth Alliance—Completed!]"

"[Mission Reward being distributed: Silver Superman Template Fragment * 10]"

"[Current Silver Superman Template Fragments: 58/100]"

"[Hint: When Silver Superman Template Fragments reach 100, the Silver Superman Template will be automatically activated, at which point the host will obtain power at the Silver Superman level.]"

Arthur looked at the System panel in front of him, the corner of his mouth curling up even more.

Fifty-eight.

Forty-two left to go.

Not too far off.

"[Auxiliary mission refreshed!]"

"[Mission Description: The God of Stories has set up three energy anchor points on Earth-11 to maintain his ability to interfere with this Universe.

Destroy all three anchor points and open the channel to the God of Stories' dimension.]"

"[Mission Reward: Silver Superman Template Fragment * 15]"

Chapter 99: Three-Way Battle

The underground air of Gotham was humid and heavy, carrying a stench of aged decay.

Brucie walked at the very front, the golden trident illuminating the narrow tunnel.

Felicia followed three steps behind her, her black leather jacket almost blending into the dim light.

"How much further?" Felicia asked in a low voice. After confirming the locations of the three anchors, they had begun to split up and act separately.

She and Brucie were handling the anchor here in Gotham, Supergirl Clara went to Metropolis, and Arthur headed to Atlantis.

At this moment, she was following Brucie on the way to the anchor.

"Ahead." Brucie's voice came from the front, low and hoarse.

"The anchor is located four hundred meters underground, beneath the ruins of an old subway station."

Felicia nodded, her fingers curving slightly, her Clawsappearing and disappearing faintly.

She was accustomed to fighting on the surface, and the cramped environment of underground tunnels compressed her combat space to the limit.

But there was also a Batwoman beside her, which somewhat relieved her pressure.

The tunnel grew wider and wider, gradually expanding from barely accommodating two people walking side by side into a huge underground space.

An abandoned subway platform appeared before their eyes, rusted rails extending from the darkness and disappearing into the opposite wall.

Large areas of the platform tiles had fallen off, exposing gray concrete walls covered with black vines and some kind of glowing moss.

And right in the center of the platform.

A massive ball of green light was suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating.

Inside the light was a black crystal the size of a fist, with bizarre runes flowing across its surface.

That was the anchor.

"This is it." Brucie gripped the trident tightly and walked toward the anchor.

"Wait." Felicia suddenly grabbed her arm.

Brucie stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her.

Felicia's cat ears perked up, her pupils contracting into pinpricks in the darkness.

Her nose twitched slightly, and her entire body tensed up.

"Something is wrong," she spoke in a low voice. "I smell blood, and..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Boom!!!

The wall at the end of the platform suddenly exploded.

Rubble and steel bars splashed in all directions as a ball of green light several times larger than the anchor rushed out from behind the wall.

An aura of madness, so intense it was almost tangible, swept across the entire underground space.

Felicia was pushed back several steps by the wave of air, barely steadying herself.

Brucie raised the trident, and seawater surged from the ground beneath her feet, forming a barrier.

Shortly after, the green light on the platform slowly dissipated.

A figure walked out from within.

That was a huge man, over two and a half meters tall, his muscular body covered with a layer of dark green skin.

He wore a tattered purple suit, the pant legs torn up to his knees, revealing bulging veins on his lower legs.

His hair was dark green, messily plastered against his forehead, and the corners of his mouth split almost to his earlobes, revealing a row of yellowish teeth.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The mad laughter made Batwoman feel as if she had encountered a female clown.

"What the hell is this..." Felicia furrowed her brows.

The Laughing Hulk tilted his head, his exaggerated smile not changing in the slightest.

Clenching his right fist, he suddenly smashed toward the two people in front of him.

Boom!!!

Terrifying power instantly exploded.

Brucie's barrier developed spiderweb-like cracks in an instant, and the seawater was pushed back and splashed by that force.

She clenched her teeth, fiercely driving the trident into the ground as more seawater surged from underground to reinforce the barrier.

"His power... is strong! Stronger than Bane!!" Brucie's voice was somewhat tight.

Felicia flashed out from behind Brucie, her Claws springing out, her body arched as she looked for an opportunity to attack.

The Laughing Hulk gave the two of them no time to think at all, heavily stepping down and transforming into a cannonball as he rushed forward explosively.

Boom!!

In an instant, Batwoman's barrier shattered, and the Black Cat rolled as she dashed toward the other side.

"Felicia," Brucie shouted loudly, "I'll hold him off, you go find an opportunity to destroy the anchor."

"You'll hold him off by yourself?"

"Go."

Felicia gritted her teeth and said nothing more.

She turned around and rushed toward the direction of the anchor, her figure resembling a black lightning bolt.

The Laughing Hulk's head turned slightly, looking in Felicia's direction, and he immediately prepared to rush over.

However.

Brucie fiercely slammed the trident into the ground, seawater erupting from the tip of the trident and transforming into a massive water tornado that blasted toward the Laughing Hulk.

"Your opponent is me!"

The water tornado crashed into the Laughing Hulk's chest, pushing him back a step.

The Laughing Hulk lowered his head, looking at his chest that had been struck by the water tornado.

The tattered purple suit completely shattered, revealing the chest covered with green muscles beneath.

He raised his hand, plunging his five fingers into the water tornado, and then clenched violently.

The water tornado was crushed from the inside.

Brucie's pupils sharply contracted.

The Laughing Hulk raised his head, and that smile finally changed.

The corners of his mouth split even wider, almost tearing his entire face in half, and a low, beast-like roar of laughter came from deep within his throat.

"Ha."

In an instant, he threw a punch at Brucie.

The speed of this punch far exceeded Brucie's anticipation. Her eyes suddenly shrank, and she only had time to place the trident horizontally in front of her chest.

The fist smashed into the trident, and the terrifying force instantly blasted Brucie flying, crashing through the wall behind her and disappearing into the rubble.

"Brucie!" Felicia looked back for a glance.

"Don't worry about me!" Brucie's voice came from beneath the rubble. "Go destroy the anchor!"

Felicia gritted her teeth, rushed in front of the anchor, and fiercely slashed her Claws toward the ball of green light.

Her Claws cut into the surface of the light, but only penetrated a few inches before getting stuck.

The black crystal inside the anchor remained completely motionless.

Instead, the runes on the surface lit up, and a recoil force bounced Felicia flying backward.

She crashed to the ground and rolled twice before steadying her figure.

Meanwhile, the Laughing Hulk had already turned around and was walking toward her.

...

Meanwhile, in Metropolis.

Clara landed on the roof of a skyscraper, her red and blue battle suit exceptionally eye-catching under the gloomy sky.

Her battle suit had been replaced; Arthur did not know where he found a spare battle suit, and the size fit her perfectly.

The "S" symbol on her chest shimmered with a dark red light amidst the gloomy clouds.

Metropolis was slightly brighter than Gotham, resembling a city of hope.

But Clara knew that the city of hope was now facing unprecedented challenges.

Whether she could protect this city depended on how she would act next.

The location of the anchor was right in downtown Metropolis, beneath the Daily Planet building.

Clara leaped forward, jumping down from the roof and flying toward the direction of the anchor.

The golden Qi flowing inside her body added a new layer of propulsion to her original Kryptonian powers.

Beneath the Daily Planet, she walked down the passage with very light footsteps.

The Kryptonian's Super Hearing was operating, capturing every single sound around her.

Something is wrong.

It was too quiet.

Clara stopped in her tracks, her blue eyes scanning the dark passage.

She smelled a familiar scent, the scent belonging to another Kryptonian.

"Come out," she spoke, her voice echoing in the passage.

Deep within the passage, a figure slowly walked out.

That was a man, tall and robust, wearing a battle suit similar to Clara's, with a symbol on his chest as well.

But his battle suit was worn inside out, and the colors were completely inverted; blue turned to gray, and red turned to dark.

Not only that, but this man's skin was grayish-white, as if his blood had been drained dry.

His eyes were a turbid white, with an abnormal red light shimmering in his pupils.

The corners of his mouth were crooked, revealing a distorted smile.

"Clara... Sister..." His voice was hoarse and muffled, as if something was stuffed in his throat.

Looking at the person who had arrived before her, Clara's expression stiffened.

"Bizarro."

This was the Bizarro of this Universe, a failed clone of a Kryptonian.

His strength was comparable to hers, but his intelligence was low and his behavior was chaotic.

In the original DC Universe, Bizarro was usually portrayed as a tragic villain, a lost soul who didn't know who he was.

But the Bizarro before them was different.

There was something in his smile that sent shivers down Clara's spine.

That madness was identical to the female clown of Gotham.

"Written by the God of Stories..." Bizarro tilted his head and spoke indistinctly, "I am crazy, but... very happy."

Seeing this, Clara clenched her fists.

Just then, a sound of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

A bald man in a green suit walked out, holding a uniquely shaped gun in his hand.

"Lex Luthor." Clara looked at him.

"Supergirl." Luthor nodded slightly, as if meeting an old friend, "And Bizarro, my... collaborator."

"Collaborator?" Clara glanced at Bizarro, "You're collaborating with a madman?"

"In this story, madmen are more useful than normal people." Luthor raised the gun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at Clara, "The God of Stories gave me a gift, guess what it is?"

Clara didn't answer, but her body was already tensed.

"Of course it's your corpse, Clara." With that, Luthor pulled the trigger, and a green beam shot out from the muzzle.

Hiss!!

Clara instinctively wanted to dodge, but the beam was extremely fast and had a massive coverage area, leaving nowhere to hide in the narrow corridor.

The beam struck her body, and she felt a sharp pain, as if being burned by the flames on the sun's surface.

But strangely, when the beam's energy contacted the golden Qi vortex inside her body, it was blocked.

Golden light emerged from the surface of her skin, neutralizing the beam's erosion.

Luthor's smile froze.

"What?"

Clara looked at the golden halo floating on the surface of her skin, stunned for a moment, and then she clenched her fists fiercely.

The golden Qi vortex erupted within her, compounding with the Krypton energy.

She raised her head, her blue eyes shining with a golden glow.

"It seems your gift has already..." Clara began, her voice carrying an unprecedented firmness, "expired."

She dashed forward, her speed nearly three times faster than before.

Bizarro rushed up to block her, his speed also extremely fast, but in Clara's eyes, he was as slow as doing slow motion.

Clara sidestepped his punch and smashed a fist into his chest, blasting Bizarro flying and crashing through the corridor wall.

Before Luthor could fire a second shot, Clara had already appeared in front of him.

"Wait..."

Clara punched Luthor right in the chest.

Luthor was instantly blasted away, his body slamming into the corridor's ceiling, then falling to the ground, rolling a few times, and finally lying face down motionless.

Clara landed, breathing heavily, as the golden halo slowly receded.

At the end of the corridor, Bizarro crawled out from the rubble. The twisted smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, but there was something extra in his eyes.

Anger.

"Sister... you hurt me." Bizarro tilted his head and spoke indistinctly, "So... I'm going to kill you."

Clara assumed a combat stance, and crimson light instantly lit up in her blue eyes.

...

Meanwhile, the ruins of Atlantis.

Arthur hovered among the deep-sea ruins, surrounded by broken walls and ruins.

The once glorious ancient city of Atlantis was now half swallowed by seawater, filled everywhere with collapsed domes and shattered pillars.

Only a few remaining pillars were left of the distant temple, casting distorted shadows in the murky seawater.

The energy fluctuation of the anchor point came from deep within the temple.

Arthur swam in that direction, moving through the water faster than any marine creature.

The golden halo remained motionless under the water pressure, and the seawater automatically parted before him, making way for him.

The entrance of the temple was right ahead.

But before he entered the temple, a voice came from deep inside.

"You've finally come."

The voice of a strange woman.

Arthur stopped his movement, raising his eyes to look deep into the temple.

A figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the temple.

It was a woman wearing a black robe with a hood covering half her face.

In her hand, she held a silver-white magic wand, the tip of which flickered with a dark purple glow.

Her lips were painted black, curved slightly into an arc, revealing an ambiguous smile at Arthur.

Almost instantly, Arthur recognized the identity of the newcomer.

The backward-speech magician, Zatanna Zatara.

Zatanna Zatara stood at the entrance of the temple, her black robe drifting slowly in the water like a solidified shadow.

Arthur hovered outside the temple, the golden halo motionless in the deep-sea water pressure.

He sized up the backward-speech magician in front of him, noticing that the dark purple glow at the tip of her wand was pulsating rhythmically, just like a beating heart.

"Arthur Stark, this is not a place you should come to, go back." The woman grinned.

"You know me." Arthur nodded and asked.

Zatanna tilted her head slightly, the arc of her mouth becoming more obvious.

"In some story, we used to be friends."

Her voice was clearly audible underwater, but carried an echo-like distortion.

"And in another story, you killed me."

"Then which story is this now?"

"In this story written by the God of Stories..." Zatanna raised her wand, pointing the tip at Arthur, "I am your enemy."

The dark purple light erupted from the wand tip, turning into countless distorted runes in the water, shooting towards Arthur.

Arthur sidestepped to dodge, but those runes made a turn in the water and surrounded him from all directions.

Arthur clenched his fists, the golden Qi vortex circulating inside his body, about to release...

However.

Zatanna suddenly spoke. She chanted a phrase.

"Reversal."

Instantly, Arthur found the golden Qi vortex inside his body suddenly reversing.

"What..."

Arthur felt his power flowing backward, as if forcefully twisted in direction by something.

He struggled to control the flow of the Qi vortex, but that reversing force was too powerful, and his body began to uncontrollably retreat backward.

With a gentle wave of Zatanna's wand, the surrounding seawater turned into a huge whirlpool.

At the center of the whirlpool was Arthur, who was caught by that force, continuously spinning and going deeper.

"Backward magic." Zatanna's voice came from outside the whirlpool, "As long as I recite the sentence backwards, I can use the power of magic to hold you back."

Arthur's body was swept uncontrollably by the whirlpool, but he forced himself to calm down.

He stopped struggling, letting his body rotate with the current while searching for the pattern of the whirlpool.

He found it.

The rotation direction of the whirlpool was opposite to the direction of his Qi vortex.

If he rotated his Qi in the direction of the whirlpool, the two would resonate.

During resonance, the twisting force of the backward magic would temporarily fail.

Arthur closed his eyes and adjusted the direction of the Qi vortex to match the whirlpool.

Instantly, the whirlpool burst from the inside, and seawater impacted in all directions.

Zatanna was pushed back a few steps by the current, her robe's hood blown open, revealing the face beneath painted with black lipstick.

Her eyes widened, her face full of bewilderment.

"You... broke my backward magic?"

Arthur walked out from the shattered whirlpool, looking at Zatanna with a calm gaze.

"Your backward magic requires opposition to take effect," he said, "but if I go along with you... your magic naturally becomes completely useless."

Zatanna was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Interesting, in that case..."