Barry asked, puzzled, "Why? With such power, shouldn't you be saving the World?"
Qinuo retracted his gaze, looked at Barry, and slowly said, "Everyone has their own choice in how to use power. I just want to live my life my own way and protect what I deem important."
Barry nodded, half-understanding, and fell into contemplation.
"Besides, Barry, do you really think Superman's existence is a good thing?"
Qinuo said meaningfully, his eyes filled with profound and complex emotions.
"Of course, Superman has saved the World twice, and countless families during that time."
Barry said without hesitation, which was also how most people in the World viewed Superman.
"But both World crises were related to Superman, and once Superman died, crime rates in the World increased exponentially.
Before his death, Superman indeed did countless good deeds, fighting criminals and eliminating natural disasters, but this also, to some extent, eliminated humanity's potential and autonomy. The paralysis of the Police is the best proof."
Qinuo's tone was calm, yet it carried a thought-provoking power.
From this perspective, Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne were right to eliminate Superman. Superman protected humanity too well, and once humanity encountered something Superman couldn't handle, the malice belonging to humanity would drown out his kindness. No one can remain kind forever; this would only lead to one villain after another constantly challenging his bottom line, eventually turning him into a giant bomb.
"Are all our actions wrong? Should our power not be used to save others?"
Barry was somewhat bewildered. After gaining superpowers, Barry realized he had the ability to help others and fight evil. This sense of mission prompted him to decide to use his abilities to protect the city and its people.
"No, in the future, this World will see countless superpower crimes. Heroes are needed, but they need to find a balance with humanity."
Qinuo's expression was serious; future alien invasions and invasions from other parallel Universes are not something ordinary humans can solve.
"Then what should I do?" Barry looked at Qinuo, hoping to find an answer from him.
"I don't know, I'm not a hero. You should be thankful I don't commit crimes." Qinuo said irresponsibly, a hint of playful mockery on his face.
"Uh..." Barry's face darkened. He asked a bunch of questions, but didn't know the answers himself.
"However, in the future, you can ask one person. He should know how to adjust the relationship with ordinary people."
"Who?" Hope rekindled in Barry's eyes.
"Batman."
"Then I'll go to Gotham to find him?" He had long heard of Gotham's Dark Knight.
"He will come to find you."
Barry was half-skeptical, but at the moment, he had no better option, so he could only temporarily place his hope on this mysterious Batman.
Qinuo looked up at the gradually dimming sky outside and said, "Barry, it's getting late. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."
"Brother Qinuo, if there's anything, I can help too." Barry's eyes showed reluctance, and his words were full of sincerity.
"Of course, it's to do some adult things with your Venom Jie." Qinuo's mouth curved upward, with a mischievous smile, stabbing Barry's heart.
"Okay, Brother Qinuo, will we meet again?" Barry's expression was slightly disappointed, yet still full of anticipation.
"Of course, Flash, goodbye."
With that, Qinuo's figure moved slightly, flying straight into the air like a Rocket, disappearing into the endless night sky in the blink of an eye.
"Goodbye, Brother Qinuo, Venom Jie."
Listening to the farewell behind him.
[I think I'm starting to understand why you like this silly boy.]
"This isn't foolishness; it's sincerity. Sincerity never goes out of style; it's just that some people aren't worthy of it."
Low whispers came from the night sky.
Five days later.
During this time, Qinuo took Venom Jie on a honeymoon to various picturesque places. During the day, they fully enjoyed the beauty of nature, and at night, they played their own games in a private space.
Venom Jie also wholeheartedly fulfilled Qinuo's every request. Although her face remained unchanged, her figure could transform at will.
Sometimes she was a youthful and lively girl, other times a mature and charming older sister. The charm of various age groups was perfectly portrayed by her.
And there were all kinds of clothes, from gorgeous evening gowns to cute short skirts, to various swimsuits, dazzling to the eye.
Qinuo couldn't help but exclaim, "The smartest decision I made in this life was to steal Venom Jie."
His face was filled with a satisfied and happy smile, and his eyes were full of love and cherish for Venom Jie.
[Even if you say that, I have nothing left to reward you with.] She had tried every kind of play with him during this time.
"Your existence is the best reward for me."
[Hmph! If you had this eloquence in your previous life, you wouldn't have been single all the time.]
"That's because I hadn't met you."
Qinuo's hoodie floated in the sky, flirting with Venom Jie.
Gotham, Wayne Manor.
Qinuo landed at the entrance, standing tall and straight, reaching out to press the doorbell. Before, he had always barged in aggressively, but this time he was genuinely coming as a guest.
Ding-dong—
"Mr. Qinuo, good morning."
Alfred quickly opened the door, his expression somewhat complex.
"Good morning, Butler Alfred."
Qinuo greeted him with a smile, but suddenly noticed Butler Alfred looking at him with a very resentful gaze.
"Um, Butler Alfred, it was a bit rude to just show up before, but I'm not here to cause trouble this time. You shouldn't be looking at me like that!" Qinuo said, somewhat puzzled.
"No, I was just surprised you came so early."
Alfred sighed helplessly and turned to lead the way. His steps were steady yet with a hint of urgency, as if he wanted to complete this task as quickly as possible.
"Isn't it good to be early? Alfred, as a butler, you should be very punctual."
Qinuo asked, confused. He remembered that one time Bruce stayed up too late and woke up late, and Butler Alfred directly poured out his breakfast.
"But this time, I wish you could be later, even if you delayed a few days, I wouldn't be unhappy."
Alfred's tone carried a hint of helplessness and reluctance.
Alfred led Qinuo to a room.
"Here we are, the old master is inside."
Qinuo was full of suspicion, not understanding what was going on, but he still pushed the door open and walked in, then quickly closed the door again.
"What's wrong, Mr. Qinuo?"
"...I think I'm hallucinating?"