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Barbara watched a chunk of concrete corner tumble down from the building that had just been sliced off.
"Boom!"
Barbara sprinted over, hoisted the huge slab, roared, and—muscles surging—leapt up and hurled it at Diana.
Diana faced her, slipped into Life Return, fingers poised.
Finger Pistol: Spot!
Her hands blurred into countless after-images, as though dozens of fingers jabbed at Barbara at once.
Blinding speed, devastating power.
The concrete slab Barbara held exploded into rubble in an instant.
"Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft!"
The wall was shredded by Diana's phantom fingers; the Finger Pistol struck Barbara herself.
The Cheetah's muscles sprouted wounds everywhere.
Barbara screamed and crashed to the ground.
Diana's hands never slowed; Finger Pistol: Spot delivered dozens of strikes per second, racking up nearly a hundred wounds on Barbara in moments.
Blood streamed from every part of Barbara's body.
She rolled across the floor, shrieking in agony.
Diana sighed, stood over her, and kept watch so she wouldn't do anything foolish… Eustass walked into the room.
Not far away,
on the other side of the camera,
Maxwell stood before the microphone, still broadcasting excitedly to the World; spotting Eustass, he pointed triumphantly: "You want to stop me? Too late!"
"You want to stop me? Too late!"
He turned back to the camera, shouting non-stop, "Granted! Granted for you—and for you too!"
At the same time a howling gale swept toward Eustass.
Eustass felt the wind, but it barely affected him.
The wind came from the wishing stone's power.
Step by step he advanced; the tempest could not budge him an inch.
In a flash he reached Maxwell and seized his arm.
"W-what are you doing?"
Maxwell stared at him in fear.
Eustass, back to the camera, looked down at Maxwell: "Any wish can be granted?"
"Any wish can be granted!"
Maxwell nodded happily, eyes shining. "Come on, tell me your wish."
"World peace."
Maxwell spat blood; a wish that outrageous was beyond him.
World peace could mean Earth—or the whole DC World.
Eustass's knowledge of DC told him there were other places…
and among the people involved was someone like Steppenwolf.
In short, the wish simply couldn't be fulfilled.
Maxwell panicked—this was impossible!
Besides, how big was Eustass's definition of "World" anyway? It clearly dwarfed his own.
"Give me a Portal to another World!"
Maxwell coughed up another mouthful—stop picking on poor Fat Tiger!
"Turn me into a Giant of Light!"
Another spurt of blood; he didn't even know what a Giant of Light was, but it sounded overpowered—blood again… "Give me Points!"
Spurt. "Make my wife as strong as I am!"
Spurt…
A little later Maxwell knelt before Eustass, pale and trembling, gazing up in despair.
The vitality, stamina and life-force he'd harvested from people worldwide had been squandered in minutes by Eustass.
Maxwell wanted to cry.
This man was a demon!
Too cruel.
His own imagination couldn't keep up.
Those wishes—what the heck were they? Even the wishing stone couldn't figure out how to grant them.
He couldn't even fake it and snatch a price from Eustass, because Eustass was stronger; failure to extract a price meant the stone's backlash injured Maxwell instead.
"I want…"
Spurt—blood flew before Eustass finished.
"I haven't said it yet."
Maxwell:??? He'd jumped the gun?
Damn—he was so weak his body vomited blood on reflex.
"Do you give up?"
"I—I give up!"
Tears streamed; Maxwell nodded frantically—have mercy!
It hurt too much!
Unless he took a price from Eustass, the wishing stonewouldn't count the wish as complete.
Eustass was exploiting a bug, leaving Maxwell coughing blood non-stop.
If this kept up, Maxwell would die.
Eustass frowned and flicked a hand—White Threadsmashed the Base's live broadcasting gear.
"Looks like you've got no spine."
Maxwell:? Surrender isn't allowed?
"I—I don't give up!"
he yelled, following Eustass's logic.
"Oh? You still want to fight? Then I'll beat you."
Maxwell gaped—damned if he surrendered, damned if he didn't. Was this guy toying with him?
'I wish Diana could awaken Conqueror's, Armament and Observation Haki equal to mine.'
Eustass thought.
Spurt—another mouthful; Maxwell stared up, bewildered—when would this end?
"Kill me if you're going to, you bastard!"
he snarled, face twisted.
His eyes flicked past Eustass, searching for Barbara.
'Barbara, Barbara, where are you? Save me—please save me!'
he screamed inside.
"All show, no substance."
Eustass sneered, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"I—I was wrong! Please, spare me!"
The moment Eustass's broad hand closed around his throat, Maxwell's composure shattered.
Eustass hoisted him by the neck.
Maxwell dangled, face scarlet, gasping, limbs flailing.
"L-let go… I—I have… a child…"
he choked out in terror.
"And then?"
Eustask asked wryly.
"Wh-what do you mean, 'then'…?"
Maxwell stared, baffled.
"Void every wish, or I kill you."
Eustass's voice was ice.
Feeling the grip tighten, Maxwell hesitated—he didn't want to give it all up… but ultimately chose life.
"All wishes—nullified!"
The moment he spoke, Eustass set him down.
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All over the World.
In the sky, countless missiles swarmed chaotically.
In the next instant, every missile vanished without a trace.
The obese aunt in the Western restaurant, who'd had a heart attack, suddenly woke up, beaming with joy.
A foreign national who'd been pushed onto a deportation truck was abruptly kicked off again.
Driver and guards alike were baffled—why had they arrested him? They couldn't remember.
A Chinese-restaurant waitress told corny jokes to reporters; the next second they stared at her, wondering why they were even interviewing her. Weird.
With a snort, the reporters dispersed.
Across the globe, everything people had lost to wishes returned, while everything they'd ever dreamed of vanished.
Seeing calm outside, an old man hurried to the lawn beyond his complex.
He'd wished for a ranch, and the wish had turned the public lawn into one.
He had to check on his cows.
But the grass was spotless—no cows, not even a pat of dung.
"My cows, my ranch! Actually, the gate lawn would've been fine..."
His wife helped him home; the old man grumbled like a sulky child.
Europe.
A man who'd wished to be king—only to be shot dead by an assassin—suddenly rose, rubbing his head in confusion, then scratched it and walked home.
Being king? Forget it; he'd rather play Civilization at home.
Kingship is exhausting and dangerous.
Games are easy and fun.
Cairo.
The wall that had sprung up around the slum, cutting people off from fresh water, suddenly exploded into clouds of dust.
Crowds rushed to the canal and plunged into the water, cheering.
Outside the Global Satellite Broadcast Base.
Cheetah Barbara's body reverted; she gazed wearily at the rising sun.
She didn't want to give up.
But the decision had come from Maxwell, now the wishing stone.
Wishes can fail, curses can fail, even the dead from heart attacks can revive.
Yet indirect damage caused by wishes lies outside the stone's jurisdiction.
Indirect harm is irreversible.
On a certain Cherry-Blossom Island.
The meteor disappeared; the splinters it had flung skyward vanished too.
Only the island itself lay in ruins.
Neighboring countries were untouched.
The wishing stone may be inhuman.
Yet this time it seemed almost human.
A certain scourge had been erased from the map... Global Satellite Broadcast Base.
Indoors.
Maxwell looked ingratiatingly at Eustass. "C-can I go now?"
"Abandon your wish."
Eustass said.
Maxwell froze, reluctant.
Everyone else's wishes were undone; the World was safe, his beloved son no longer in peril.
Eustass had spared him.
His own life was no longer threatened.
Greed stirred again.
"I—I..."
He hesitated, stalling for time, hoping for a miracle.
Crack!
Eustass snapped Maxwell's neck.
Hesitate and dither? Then never speak again!
[host defeats human-form wishing stone Maxwell!]
[Reward: Demon Slayer World charge +5!]
[Demon Slayer World charge: 10/30!]
Eustass guessed the global scope and catastrophic threat had earned a bigger reward.
Maxwell Lord truly was a genius—he'd nearly destroyed the World with nothing but imagination.
Eustass turned and walked away.
Diana rushed over and hugged him.
"Where is he?"
Diana asked urgently.
"Those drowning in desire rarely come back."
Eustass said; Diana nodded, understanding Maxwell's fate without looking.
If desire won't let you turn back...
then turn the body instead.
They walked over and glanced at Barbara, staring blankly at the sunrise.
Splash!
Barbara leapt into the sea and fled.
"Haven't all wishes failed?"
Diana asked, puzzled.
"Desire rooted in the heart has nothing to do with the stone; this ordeal won't extinguish it—only ignite her hidden rage."
Eustass replied.
Barbara's recent life had felt like a script written against her.
Even without those problems, the fury would have erupted eventually.
They boarded the plane and headed home.
Who attacked the Global Satellite Broadcast Base?
Don't ask—blame the madmen of Gotham.
Even if some knew it was Eustass and Diana, they'd still blame Gotham's lunatics.
After all, the Mora Group is America's largest conglomerate... One week later.
Eustass poured hundreds of millions into orphanages worldwide, taking in children orphaned by the Wish Crisis.
Three months later.
Diana was pregnant.
Eustass celebrated with her; after all they'd been through, he finally agreed to have a child.
Years remained before Man of Steel began.
No need to overthink it.
They'd just train the kid early.
If anyone caused trouble, the child would handle it; if not, he would... America.
Kansas.
Smallville.
Young Clark Kent sat on the sofa watching a recording on TV.
It showed Eustass capturing Maxwell.
Eustass's back was to the camera; no viewer knew who he was.
"Any wish can be granted!"
"Come, state your desire."
"World peace."
Pfft!
Little Clark Kent laughed at the mighty figure teasing the villain onscreen.
Each wish made Maxwell cough up blood... 1988.
September 12.
Kansas.
Smallville.
In the Town School.
Chalk squeaked on the board.
"In what year did Kansas join the U.S., Clark?"
"Are you listening, Clark?"
The teacher, in a pretty dress, smiled at the adorable student.
Little Clark, with curly hair and pale skin, clutched his desk, eyes darting in panic and fear.
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Inside Clark's field of vision, the peaceful morning classroom looked like an entirely different scene.
It was rather terrifying to behold.
The teacher's head tilted slightly, smiling gently at Clarkwith a warm expression.
Yet in Clark's eyes, this place was a frightening World of white.
Through the panel he could see people's bones.
Right now the teacher's appearance was hardly flattering.
He turned to look at his classmates—only to find the same thing.
Breathing rapidly, he hurriedly lowered his head.
He could even see people's organs… "Are you alright, Clark?"
The teacher asked with concern.
Clark quickly turned to look.
A student was reading the textbook, tapping it with a pencil. That faint sound felt deafening to him.
"Thud-thud-thud!"
Like drums pounding madly beside his ears.
Inside the wall clock, gears ticked incessantly; the noise was amplified endlessly in Clark's ears, causing agony.
Every minute, usually ignored, now echoed shrilly around him.
Clark rushed out, fleeing down the corridor.
Footsteps thudded; Clark instinctively dodged.
An arm blocked him, catching his own and gently patting his head.
"Kid, are you okay?"
Clark looked up, tilting his head in surprise—this person's body structure felt different from everyone else's.
"Mr. Eustass, my apologies. I'll have the teacher take him back; it's class time."
The principal beside him said hurriedly, reaching for Clark.
"No need."
Eustass waved a hand.
The principal stood respectfully to one side.
Eustass looked at the child; behind the boy a female teacher hurried out, calling "Clark" nonstop.
"Clark Kent?"
Eustass ruffled his hair.
"Very noisy, isn't it?"
"Mm-hmm!"
Clark nodded frantically; it was deafening, everything looked scary, and he was terrified.
In fright his eyes involuntarily glowed red, but with his head lowered no one saw.
Eustass felt a burn on his hand.
Still, protected by Armament Haki, he wasn't hurt.
Clark stared, shocked and relieved.
Thank goodness the man wasn't injured.
"Close your eyes."
Eustass said.
Clark gave a puzzled nod, then lowered his head and shut his eyes.
"This World is too big… and too loud."
"Then make it smaller—make it quiet.
Imagine you're on a silent prairie with no one around. Focus, feel it, then control it."
"B-but I can't."
"You can. Like eating or drinking, it's something you're born able to do."
With that, Eustass watched Clark try his best to choose what to hear and what to ignore.
Finally, sight and sound returned to normal levels.
Clark looked up at the tall, stalwart man before him.
Eustass rubbed the boy's head, stood, and left with the principal.
Over the years Eustass had built many orphanages; once the kids grew a bit, the homes funded their schooling.
This time he was passing by to check on the children from the Smallville, Kansas orphanage attending school.
By chance he ran into the future Superman—Clark Kent.
"Thank you!"
Clark called out gratefully.
Eustass waved without looking back.
Clark tilted his head, watching the big uncle walk away, curious and awed.
This uncle must be someone incredibly strong and amazing, right?
Just now his power had gone wild, yet the man was unharmed.
Not long after,
Eustass got into a car, ready to leave the school.
A child ran over and knocked on the window.
Eustass rolled it down and glanced at him.
"What is it, little guy?"
Eustass smiled.
"W-what's your name? I'm Clark Kent."
Clark asked hurriedly, introducing himself.
"My name is…"
Eustass grinned at the pint-sized Superman, mischief stirring. "Call me Zephyr."
"Zephyr?"
Clark gazed up in admiration. "You're amazing—can you teach me how to control my strength?"
"Power is already part of you; why would someone else need to teach it?"
Eustass rubbed Clark's head with a laugh.
"But I can't control it well."
Clark mumbled, head drooping.
"Tell you what—I'm thirsty. If you can buy me a case of beer within three minutes, I'll teach you for a week."
Eustass chuckled.
Teach Superman?
Sounds fun.
He couldn't teach the grown-up Superman, but the not-yet-grown one? Absolutely.
Of course, he'd never preach big life lessons.
One wrong move and he might turn Clark into a dark Superman… "Three minutes?"
Clark asked.
"Three minutes—exactly."
Eustass nodded, handing him several bills.
Clark stared at the money, wondering if he could reach a bar in time.
Moments ago his eyes had burned so hot even steel would melt,
yet Eustass had been unfazed.
Clark felt the man was formidable and wanted to learn skills from him—no matter what.
I have to do it!
Clark told himself.
"The moment you take the cash, the countdown starts."
Eustass reminded him, and pressure surged through Clark.
He snatched the bills, spun around, and sprinted toward the nearest bar.
Though still a child who'd never been inside a bar, he'd walked past it and knew where it was.
Clark dashed along, accelerating toward the tavern.
At first he ran at a normal kid's pace,
but soon he was outpacing adult athletes.
Utterly absurd.
Of course Eustass knew this wasn't even the peak.
In time Clark would fly and do things far beyond this.
Reaching the pub, Clark shoved the money at the owner and asked for beer.
Seeing no adult with him, the owner hesitated to sell.
"It's for my uncle!"
Clark declared, dropping the cash and grabbing a case of bottles before dashing out.
"Hey, kid—this isn't a joke!"
the owner shouted.
But when he reached the doorway he froze.
The kid was sprinting away, hugging the beer, steady as can be—and blazingly fast.
With a whoosh the boy vanished in a trail of dust.
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"That fast?"
The bar owner stared, slack-jawed, finding it hard to believe.
A kid, hugging a crate of beer, running that quickly?
Unheard-of… Clark hugged the crate and sprinted with everything he had.
He really wanted to learn something from that cool, tall uncle.
The man was amazing; surely he could teach him to control his power.
On the road…
A man on a bicycle coasted lazily round the corner.
Whistling, he savored the rare leisure.
A sideways glance left him dumbstruck.
A pint-sized kid hugging a beer crate zipped past.
"Good heavens!"
While he gaped, the boy had already flashed by.
Whoosh!
A plume of dust kicked up in his wake.
Clang!
The cyclist, busy gawking, missed the road and slammed into a pole.
"Sorry!"
Hearing the crash, Clark apologized on the run.
He doubled back, set the crate down, lifted the bike off the man, then scooped up the beer and shot off again… A brief delay made him push even harder, faster and faster.
On the road…
A guy on a motorcycle with his girlfriend stared in disbelief as a dust-raising little brat overtook them.
"Holy Crap, is that kid an alien?"
"Watch the road!"
Clark warned hastily.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
"Oh, Shoot!"
The rider yanked his gaze back, swerved wildly, almost crashed… Clark ran all the way to the school gate, but Eustass and his car were gone.
He glanced around, spotted the principal leaving, and panicked.
Clutching a crate of beer—if the principal saw, he'd be doomed.
A home visit would be the least of it.
With a whoosh Clark vanished, leaving only a dust cloud.
The principal turned, bewildered—what on earth had just whooshed past?
"Damn Street Racers—I'll have a word with the Mayor; they can't tear through here, too dangerous."
Muttering, the principal stalked off… Clark kept running, searching for Eustass.
"Find me—three-minute limit."
Just then…
Eustass's voice sounded beside him.
Clark turned to see a metal box hovering nearby.
He looked away.
Wait—what was that?
He snapped his head back: a metal box with tiny propellers whirring like angry bees.
"What is it?"
Clark stared, puzzled… Elsewhere…
On a lawn not far from the school…
Eustass lounged, tablet in hand, piloting the Drone as he watched Clark run.
He'd brought some modern tech from the Marvel Universe; Mora Industries had produced Drones ahead of schedule in the DC World—perfectly logical.
Before long…
Using his sharpened hearing, Clark finally located Eustassand set the crate down.
"Not bad."
Eustass grinned, popped a beer, and studied Clark.
He pondered what to teach.
Rokushiki? Swordsmanship?
Rokushiki felt redundant; Swordsmanship, maybe—turn Clark into a Supreme Swordsman who could cleave meteors?
"Clark, come—let me teach you to focus."
Eustass began… A week later…
"You're leaving?"
Clark asked, reluctant.
"Mm."
Eustass nodded and ruffled Clark's hair.
He had a little princess waiting at home; he couldn't stay away forever.
Not far off…
A Chubby Kid was bullying a smaller one.
Clark wanted to step in.
He chased the bully off, returned, and asked Eustass,
"If someone picks on me, can I fight back with my power?"
"Why ask that?"
Eustass studied him.
He had to be careful—say the wrong thing and Clarkmight end up like Homelander.
Clark had a very responsible foster father.
Superman's noble character was thanks to that upbringing.
"A classmate bullied me, so I gently pushed him—and he flew across the room…"
Clark admitted, guilt-ridden.
"Why feel guilty?"
Eustask asked.
"Because I used too much strength and hurt him."
Clark hung his head; he hadn't controlled himself.
"The past is past."
Eustass sat on the hood, gazing ahead. "Look forward, Clark. Work to master your strength.
In school, some try to earn respect by pushing others around—it's unavoidable.
Perfect your control, then hit back with normal-human force; they'll leave you alone.
But don't go looking for trouble either.
As for powers beyond the human range—so long as you don't use them for evil, use them however you like."
He tousled Superman's hair, climbed into the car, ready to leave.
Clark was silent, then nodded.
"Goodbye."
Eustass handed Clark a pair of shades. "A gift."
"Thanks."
Clark accepted gratefully.
"Whether you live an ordinary life or become a hero who saves people—
it's up to you, because responsibility has nothing to do with power."
With that, Eustass started the car and drove away.
Americans in superhero stories always feel entitled.
They think heroes should help them for free.
They expect daily protection at zero cost.
Yet the moment something goes wrong they blame the hero without reason.
Like in the Marvel Universe: a certain Mo's mother lost her son and blamed Stark.
And the old Spider-Man film first said, "With great power comes great responsibility."
Nice—heroes bear the burden while the rich enjoy the quiet years.
Even wage earners get paid.
Yet heroes work for nothing and still get flamed for not trying hard enough.
What a bunch of suckers.
Eustass tried not to steer Superman wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to spout such lines.
To him, that kind of moral blackmail is even worse.
Chapter 305 – A Child with Diana! Ten Minutes of Silence for the Future Son-in-Law!
Los Angeles.
Eustass landed at the airport on his private jet, stepped off the plane, slid into a sedan, and headed home.
In recent years he and Diana had moved again.
The car wound its way to a secluded private estate on the outskirts.
The iron gates swung open.
The car rolled in and stopped in the courtyard.
The moment Eustass stepped out, his daughter GadoMora came running over.
Back then, Diana had been pregnant.
When the baby turned out to be a girl, they named her Gado.
The child inherited the genes of both Eustass and Diana; her constitution was far stronger than that of an ordinary Earth child.
She inherited Diana's divine power, but because she was still so young it had yet to awaken.
She also inherited Eustass's formidable physique.
A little troublemaker from the start.
At only four years old, Gado could already heft a heavy hammer and chase mice around the house, smashing everything in sight.
Pure, innate divine strength.
Of course, she was still too young to awaken Haki.
"Daddy!"
Gado leapt into Eustass's arms, giggling and acting coquettish.
Eustass could already picture the day she'd punch out Super-Villains with one fist, then hide in her boyfriend's arms and thump his chest with cute little fists.
He couldn't bear to look.
A moment of silence for the future son-in-law.
Still, there was a silver lining.
People from the Pirate World had peculiar physiques.
Although women's ceiling wasn't as high as men's, no matter how hard they trained none of the female officers or pirates ever turned into "Muscle-Bound Nezhas."
Instead they kept their perfect figures.
"You're back."
Diana walked over and Eustass pulled her into a hug.
"Come on, dinner's ready."
"Alright."
With his wife in one arm and his daughter in the other, Eustass walked into the Villa.
They sat at the table, eating and teasing their daughter between bites.
"You quit again?"
Eustass asked.
"Mm, I needed a change—time to try something new."
Diana smiled.
Eustass nodded.
After moving to Los Angeles, Diana had been working at a museum under the Mora Group.
But after a while any job gets boring.
When the meal was over, the Nanny coaxed little Gado to sleep.
Eustass took Diana back to the bedroom.
They hadn't seen each other for days; he missed her terribly.
Time to study a Foreign Language with Diana… Months later.
Christmas Eve.
Eustass, Diana and their precious Gado were happily decorating the house together.
When in Rome—after living in the West so long, he wasn't about to let the neighbors have all the fun while their house stayed cold and quiet.
To him these holidays were just an excuse to eat well and play hard.
With the house done, Gado plopped in front of the TV to watch Garfield and Friends while her parents busied themselves in the kitchen.
They had almost no friends left—those they'd had were long dead—so no visitors would disturb their cozy little celebration.
They simply cooked whatever the family felt like eating.
"So hot, hot, hot!"
From the TV came the opening line of Season 1, Episode 53 of Garfield and Friends.
The crude animation looked almost quaint to Eustass, a traveler from the 21st Century.
But it was still fun.
Sometimes flashier effects don't make a better cartoon.
Back when budgets were low, many shows were made with real heart.
Gado held a huge roast in her hands, tearing off bites; her bulging belly would shrink back down moments after the meat disappeared.
Before Gado was born Eustass had been incredibly strong; after she arrived, that strength passed straight into her genes.
At a tender age she'd already awakened the same passive Life Return skill as Luffy.
She'd definitely be a powerhouse when she grew up.
Once again: ten minutes of silence for the future son-in-law… Eustass lounged on the sofa back, watching Garfield lie on the floor under an electric fan, sipping a drink.
"What's this about?"
Eustass ruffled his daughter's hair and asked with a grin.
"Dunno. The title's 'Hot Hot Christmas'—weird, right?"
Gado shrugged.
"Swimming might cool you off—but you'd better hurry."
The scene cut to Garfield in the yard filling a tiny pool, then taking the classic cartoon running leap.
"Otherwise the water will—"
Garfield jumped in, but the water had already evaporated; he lay there staring at the camera. "—evaporate…"
Eustass burst out laughing—Garfield the prophet.
By Around 2023 global temperatures would skyrocket, with summer highs over 40 °C every single day!
A little while later.
Dinner was served.
The three of them sat around the table, plates piled high, while short, funny episodes of Garfield and Friendsplayed on the TV.
They ate and watched together.
The table was stacked with mountains of food.
Yet Eustass and his daughter polished it off at lightning speed.
Eustass swallowed a whole roast chicken in one bite; Diana ate slowly, gracefully.
Gado rolled up a mille-crêpe and stuffed it into her mouth in one go.
Diana kept eating slowly—elegant, elegant.
Of course even Diana ate plenty.
A Pirate World Gourmand like Eustass, a half-goddess like Diana, and a half-goddess, half-super-Gourmanddaughter—none of them were light eaters.
Their appetites were simply enormous.
On TV Garfield and his owner were having an eating contest, tossing food into their mouths.
Gado glanced at her dad; they locked eyes, nodded, and began to copy the cartoon cats.
Gado popped grapes into her mouth.
Eustass chucked in apples.
Gado stuffed in cake; Eustass crunched up a roast chicken, bones and all.
When they turned back to the screen,
Garfield's head had been squashed by a watermelon.
His owner had a chicken butt stuck in his mouth—couldn't swallow it, couldn't spit it out.
Even the unbeatable power of cartoon comedy had lost to this father-daughter eating duo.
The two of them were speechless.
Diana burst out laughing.
"You two idiots—hahaha."
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye more than ten years had passed.
It was now 2013.
Los Angeles.
Outskirts.
The Eustass estate.
"Dad, I'm home—Dad?"
Twenty-nine-year-old Gado Mora stepped into the manor, calling for Eustass.
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"Did you bring a boyfriend back?"
Rapid footsteps came from upstairs.
Diana hurried happily downstairs, looked lovingly at her precious daughter Gado, walked over and pulled her into a hug.
"Mommy, you look gorgeous today—absolutely radiant."
Gado hurried to praise her mother's beauty.
So many years had passed, yet Diana's face hadn't aged a bit.
"Don't change the subject. You're twenty-nine, almost thirty. I sent you to run the Canada branch—did you find a man you like?"
Diana pulled Gado to sit down and asked curiously.
Eustass's daughter, Gado, had shown frightening talent and physique since childhood.
At seventeen, she'd already awakened two-color Haki.
By eighteen, she'd mastered Rokushiki and many extended techniques from Eustass, and could launch flying sword waves.
At nineteen, she awakened the divine power within her and began learning from Diana how to control it.
Like flying, or blasting enemies away with divine force.
Or hiding objects with divine power.
By twenty-six, she could cleave mountains with a single slash.
Though she rarely showed that power in daily life.
Even while suppressing herself, any man who tried to mess with her ended up flattened.
Which left her single—no one dared court her for fear of being beaten.
In school her classmates despaired: who knew how her calves could look so slim and muscle-free, yet still kick a senior flying... "I found one—unfortunately he's not interested."
Gado sighed.
"Who?"
Diana asked, curious.
"A guy named Clark Kent. We started with a misunderstanding; I thought he was some vandal. I saw him skewer a truck like a kebab with timber and got into a fight with him."
In the end... it was a draw—yeah, a draw."
We calmed down, talked, and I learned the driver had insulted him..."
Gado explained.
"?"
Diana looked at her, puzzled.
Are you sure you didn't lose? What draw... you look totally guilty."
"Clark... sounds familiar. Wait, your dad will be back soon."
Diana said.
As for their daughter's love life,
Eustass couldn't care less.
Of course, his 'whatever' meant whether she found a boyfriend or not.
They all had long lives ahead—no need to rush.
But if anyone hurt his girl, he'd grab a blade and gut the bastard.
"Where's Dad?"
Gado asked curiously.
"Wandering around; he'll be back soon."
Diana chuckled.
Not long after,
the sky dimmed.
A sedan rolled slowly into the yard.
Eustass stepped out.
Seeing his precious Gado running toward him, he smiled and waved.
"Daddy!"
Gado dashed over, leaped, and turned into a pendant hanging off her old man.
"Baby girl's home! Did you miss Daddy?"
Eustass beamed, rubbing her head.
He doted on his daughter—sweet little padded jacket.
Cute, sensible, and thoughtful.
Unlike sons, who only caused trouble.
"I did, sooo much!"
Gado giggled, nuzzling her dad.
Diana stood nearby, smiling at the father-daughter scene.
"All right, stop loitering outside. Dinner's ready—come in."
Diana called.
"Let's eat."
Eustass laughed. Gado hopped down, looped her arm through his, and while recounting her adventures outside, coaxed her dad to pamper her.
"Oh, Daddy, do you know someone named Clark?"
Gado asked eagerly.
"Clark? Clark Kent?"
Eustass replied.
"Yeah, Clark Kent. Earlier I..."
She told him about the misunderstanding with Clark.
"I know him."
Eustass nodded.
Years ago, when he visited Clark's town, he'd met the boy and even playfully teased him.
Afterward, he'd given Clark some training tips on controlling his strength.
In the following years he'd drop by now and then to chat or teach him how to fight.
Once, in 1999, during a tornado, Jonathan Kent ran to save a dog and was about to be swallowed by the twister.
Jonathan forbade Clark to rescue him to keep his identity secret.
Clark, idiotically, actually obeyed.
Eustass happened by, yanked Jonathan out,
and slapped Clark upside the head.
Jonathan could refuse rescue, but Clark had no right to agree.
After all, Jonathan adopted him, raised him, devoted everything to him.
Strictly speaking, Clark's birth father hadn't done half as much as Jonathan.
Jonathan says don't save him so he won't?
Later Earth is invaded and he knows to step up and save the day?
What kind of dumb logic is that.
Back before crossing worlds, watching Man of Steel, he'd thought the writers had a few screws loose over Jonathan's death.
"That kid—if you want to chase him, I won't stop you."
Eustass said.
Of course, failure is entirely possible.
By now Clark had probably already met Lois Lane.
He figured the odds of his daughter catching Clark were... minuscule.
After all, in romance, raw power doesn't guarantee victory.
At the same moment,
far beyond Earth,
in outer space,
a squid-shaped ship sped toward the blue Planet.
It passed the Moon and raced toward the distant azure world.
Moira Industries HQ.
"What is that!?"
"Get the supervisor, now!"
A tech stared at the satellite feed from his workstation.
A ship's shadow crossed the Moon, heading straight for Earth.
Shortly after,
the supervisor arrived and studied the satellite image: the craft was about to enter Earth's atmosphere.
"Notify the higher-ups."
the supervisor ordered.
Before they could, General Zod's ship had already slipped into Earth.
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Daily Planet.
"Beep-beep-beep-beep!"
"Does anyone know where the Toner Cartridge is?"
A blond Lois Lane stood beside the Printer and asked.
At that very moment—
a flood of colleagues hurried toward another room.
Lois looked at a female coworker in confusion: What's going on? Why are they in such a rush?
Some were on the phone, apparently discussing something urgent.
"What's happening?"
Lois Lane quickly asked.
"Breaking News—you've got to see this."
With that, the coworker left, and Lois Lane hurried after her.
In the lobby.
Lois arrived, glanced at the Screen, and saw a ship streaking across it.
An alien spaceship?
aliens?
Everyone chattered noisily, talking nonstop about the craft on the News.
This was a real News broadcast, not some click-bait clip.
Los Angeles.
Outskirts.
Eustass Family home.
Inside the Villa.
Eustass was having dinner with his wife and daughter.
Just then, his phone rang.
He picked it up and answered.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Eustass, our Satellites tracked an alien vessel that has entered Earth's airspace; every major network is now airing the Footage."
"Got it."
Eustass nodded, "Predict their destination and keep monitoring."
"Understood."
The corporate executive immediately complied.
The Entertainment Program on the Eustass Family TV switched at once to a News broadcast.
"We interrupt with breaking News: an unidentified spacecraft…"
The Screen showed the ship racing through the sky.
Diana and Eustass exchanged glances while Gado stared at the craft on TV with curiosity.
Of course aliens exist in this world.
Humanity's current detection methods simply can't spot those Planets yet.
After all, the starlight we see overhead is ancient light from long ago.
Some stars are hundreds, even thousands, of Light-Years away from Earth.
So what Earth can observe of those celestial bodies is only how they looked in the distant past.
If a star is hundreds of thousands of Light-Years away, then the image we see is hundreds of thousands of years old.
Perhaps right now, other Planets are observing Earth.
Yet all they'd see is Earth from eons ago, back when life hadn't even begun.
In the next instant—
every bulb in the room went out.
Darkness swallowed the interior.
But the Eustass Family stayed calm.
Even if several Thugs burst in, any one of them could effortlessly pin the intruders to the floor and beat them.
The TV suddenly lit up with Static.
A harsh hiss screeched nonstop.
"You are not alone!"
"You… are… not—alone—!"
General Zod's voice echoed from the television.
His tone was solemn, each word emphasized.
The TV kept repeating the sentence in English.
Thanks to Zod's advanced tech, every region and country heard it in its local language.
Even people's phones were hijacked, displaying the same message over and over.
The next moment—
the hiss grew louder.
On the Static-filled Screen appeared a battle-scarred portrait.
"You may call me General Zod."
"My Planet is very far from Earth."
Eustass stared at the grainy Footage; his inner perfectionist winced.
Where the Screen had been pure Static, it now showed a distorted mess of Black-and-White Pixels—like dirty snowflakes.
It looked awful.
"I traversed vast oceans of stars to reach you."
General Zod continued.
Eustass glanced at his phone; the same battle-scarred image of Zod filled its Screen.
He really wanted to punch Zod.
Did this guy have a fetish for low-res video?
"One of my Citizens has lived on your world for decades."
"I demand that you hand this individual over to me—immediately!"
"For reasons unknown, he has chosen to hide among you; you are unaware of his existence."
He has blended in; he looks like you."
"But he is not one of you."
"To anyone who knows his whereabouts: the fate of your world rests on your decision."
"Kal-El, I say to you… Surrender to us within twenty-four hours!"
"Otherwise, you will watch this Planet suffer the consequences."
With that, every device returned to normal.
Eustass looked at the Screen and smiled.
How many of Zod's exiled comrades were there again?
They were all walking rewards.
The consequences if Kal-El doesn't Surrender?
Zod and his men would drop in, become loot-boxes for Eustass.
"Daddy, are aliens invading us?"
Gado asked quickly.
"Mm—but they've picked the wrong enemy."
Eustass said coldly.
"Dad, send me! Let me beat them!"
Gado suddenly exclaimed.
"No!" ×2
Both Eustass and Diana shouted.
Diana worried about their daughter.
But Eustass had absolute faith in her strength.
He knew she was powerful enough to handle invaders.
Still, he didn't want her to face General Zod.
The reason was simple: he wanted to take Zod and company on himself.
After all, General Zod and his soldiers
were one big pile of rewards.
"Why not?"
Gado asked, puzzled. "I've grown up, and you said I'm really strong now."
"These foes are too dangerous; my girl doesn't need to risk it."
Eustass made an excuse.
If his daughter stole his kills, she'd be a Leaky Cotton-Padded Jacket for sure.
Absolutely not allowed.
"All right, it's settled. Stay home and keep your mom company."
Eustass waved for the family to resume dinner.
Zod's Invasion was still far off.
Might as well finish the meal first.
The night passed without incident.
Early next morning.
At dawn Gado bounded downstairs, sat Cross-Legged on the sofa, and watched the News.
"We know nothing about this man; if he truly means us no harm, he should turn himself in and face the consequences."
"If he refuses, we must take action."
"Uh, Lois Lane of the Daily Planet knows who he is."
"I think we should ask her."
On the TV Screen,
a man sat there, speaking with confidence.
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"Shameless, truly shameless!"
Gado cursed angrily.
"For their own safety, they force others to sacrifice themselves. How is that different from a villain?"
Diana walked over and said helplessly.
Eustass walked over, yawning, pulled his wife Diana into his arms, and patted his daughter Gado on the head.
Humans are selfish.
In order to achieve a certain goal, they will not sacrifice their own interests.
Some people often choose ideas that seem excessive or utterly idiotic.
Just like in a certain parallel World.
A place whose map resembles an insect...* after the sewage leak.
Originally, it wasn't a big deal, but they kept delaying it, dragging it out for many damn years.
They forcefully dragged it out until it was bigger than the Chernobyl Incident.
In the end, they bowed, offering a flurry of *Sumimasen*.
Then they started dumping sewage.
Assuming a crazy posture of "I'm done playing, and none of you will have an easy time either."
Dragging the entire globe down with them.
This decision is stupid and brain-dead.
Therefore, sometimes reality is more absurd.
They even call it the Spirit of Craftsmanship.
Shameless things.
Oh, I almost forgot, in this World, that place with the insect-shaped map has already disappeared into a meteorite.
Every year, Tour Groups still take people there to visit... "Don't get angry over such things, just treat them like a few dogs barking up there."
Eustass said with a teasing smile.
A double entendre.
These hosts are actually just spokesmen pushed out by certain people—a dog.
Not long after.
Several cars stopped outside the Manor.
Several Federal Bureau of Investigation agents stopped at the entrance and knocked on the Manor's iron gate.
"Hello, we are from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Is anyone home? Mr. Mora?"
The Federal Bureau of Investigation Director stood at the door and shouted.
There was nothing he could do; his status was too low, and he probably couldn't even get past the gate.
He shouted several times, but no one responded.
The Gardener, who was tending to the flowers and plants in the garden, walked out, glanced at the FBI agents, put down her tools, and walked over.
"May I help you gentlemen?"
The Gardener asked, showing no sign of fear toward them.
She had been working at this Manor for several years and had seen all sorts of important figures come by, but all of them showed extreme respect when meeting the Masterof the Manor.
She also knew how powerful her employer was.
As the largest Financial Group in America.
The Helmsman of the Group.
If it were an ordinary person, it would be understandable to fear the FBI, but her household had no need to fear these people.
"Please relay to Mr. Mora that we wish to meet him."
The Director quickly and respectfully replied.
Eustass held an extremely high status, and consequently, the Butler and Gardener who served him daily also saw their status rise.
"Mhm, wait a moment."
Having said that, the Gardener slowly turned and leisurely went to find Mr. Eustass.
The Gardener slowly and leisurely arrived at the Villaentrance and gently knocked.
The Director stood outside the courtyard, his face full of anxiety, thinking, *Hurry up, old lady.*
They were facing an Extreme Emergency.
Inside the Villa, a response was heard.
The Gardener walked in.
After a long while, the Gardener finally came out and slowly walked toward the Manor gate.
"Mr. Mora said that if you have anything to ask, please ask it here. You gentlemen need not enter."
The Gardener spoke, holding a Cell Phone in her hand.
The phone displayed an ongoing call.
"Mr. Mora, I am the Federal Bureau of Investigation's..."
"Just say what you need to say. I know who you are."
Eustass's voice came through, directly interrupting the other party.
"Alright, you must have seen yesterday's news. Our Earth's equipment technology is indeed inadequate."
"In order to successfully protect the countless humans on Earth from the threat of that alien."
"Therefore, we want to find the alien who is hiding among the people."
"May we inquire about borrowing your Group's technology..."
The Director bent down, looked at the Cell Phone in the Gardener's hand, and spoke.
It was well-known among the Upper Echelons that Mora Group's technology was extremely advanced.
"Get lost."
Eustass sneered and cursed.
The Director was speechless and felt a headache coming on.
"Gentlemen, it seems Mr. Mora is not in a good mood today. Please excuse yourselves."
A Female Butler, walking up beside the Gardener, spoke.
"..."
The FBI Director sighed helplessly; he had no other option.
He couldn't possibly provoke Eustass just for the sake of a job.
The salary was meager; why risk his life?
The party took their Subordinates and drove away immediately.
At the same time.
The FBI went to Lois Lane's residence.
Lois Lane did not want to betray Clark Kent, so she fled directly through the back door.
However, as soon as she left the Alley, a car blocked her path.
Numerous Soldiers got out of the car, holding Rifles pointed at her.
"FBI, hands up!"
Lois Lane was taken away, and the FBI attempted to interrogate her for Kal-El's Identity Information.
Lois Lane guessed that Kal-El was Clark's name in his Homeland.
Lois Lane chose to conceal the truth, refusing to respond no matter what they asked her.
But she had previously written a Report, an article about the alien and the Spaceship, which even contained speculation.
Under the guidance of various Clues, the FBI found leads.
That was how they found Lois Lane, hoping she would reveal Kal-El.
However, not long after.
After Clark Kent met with his Godfather and chatted for a while, he chose to put on the House of El Battlesuit and meet the Military.
Clark Kent requested to see Lois Lane, and the Militarypermitted it.
They had no choice but to allow it; they only started giving up the Hostage because they couldn't defeat the alien.
"This Kal-El looks a little bit like... a person named Clark Kent."
Right at this moment.
A Technical Staff Member spoke up.
The General walked over and took a look.
"General, in the Intelligence Monitoring System for the Smallville Area of Kansas, we found Informationregarding the contact between Eustass Mola and Clark Kent many years ago."
A Technical Staff Member quickly said.
"!"
The General's pupils constricted. He quickly waved his hand, "Designate it as Top Secret. No, delete it."
That was the Helmsman of the largest Financial Groupbehind the scenes, an existence that even the Patriarchs of Top Families had to curry favor with.
He dared not provoke that person further.
You must know that even in the Marvel *Blade* World.
Many High-Ranking Humans became "Ha-Gui Clan" members in pursuit of Eternal Life.
Not to mention Eustass, a person who possesses Eternal Life, whose strength is extremely powerful, and whose control over Funds, Influence, and technology is also formidable.
Many of those Top Financial Families behind the scenes actually knew of his existence.
But no one dared to provoke him.
In fact, many people wished they could kneel and beg him to take them as Servants.
After all, everyone desires Eternal Life... The Generaldared to hand Superman over.
He even dared to use Underhanded Methods for this purpose.
But against the Local Tyrant of Earth, he truly didn't dare to act recklessly.
This is simply Bullying the Weak and Fearing the Strong.
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Not long after.
In the desert.
The army was standing by, ready for battle.
Superman Clark Kent stood there, wearing his Supermanuniform.
The reporter Lois Lane stood nearby and spoke with Superman for a while.
When people saw the small spaceship rapidly descending from the sky, the soldiers quickly shielded Lois Lane.
The black small spaceship rapidly descended, instantly slowing down as it neared the ground.
The ship rotated in the air, and the hatch, facing the assembled crowd, slowly lowered.
The hatch opened.
Two black figures quickly stepped out; one stood aside, holding a gun and maintaining vigilance.
The other person came up to Clark, looking up at him.
The next moment,
The hood worn by this female Kryptonian became transparent, but she still did not remove it.
Because she grew up on Krypton, the composition of the air she was used to breathing was different from that of Earth.
Suddenly opening the hood, the composition of Earth's air would cause her extreme discomfort.
She might even become weak, fall to her knees in pain, and lose the ability to resist.
Clark stood opposite her. The female Kryptonian before him was a woman with a heroic appearance.
"Kal-El?"
She looked at Clark and confirmed, "I am Deputy Commander Faora. I convey General Zod's greetings to you."
Clark nodded in respect.
Then, Faora walked past Clark and headed toward the people behind him.
Faora looked arrogantly at the 'coal ball' standing before her and asked:
"Are you the Commander here, coal ball?"
General Mo was stunned.
He almost couldn't stop himself from cursing.
But when he considered that this was a powerful, utterly unreasonable alien.
He chose to keep silent.
Perhaps, if he accused the other party of discrimination one moment.
The next moment, they would eliminate him.
"I am..."
The General said, slightly displeased.
"You seem to have a problem with me?"
Faora looked at him with an unhappy expression.
"No."
The General quickly shook his head vigorously.
"It had better not be."
After Faora finished speaking, she looked at the woman behind the group and pointed at her, "General Zodproposes that this woman accompany us."
"You asked for the alien, you never said you wanted one of our people."
An officer walked over, looking at Faora with hostility.
"Should we inform the General that you refuse to follow orders?"
Faora looked at them with disdain and icy cold eyes.
"I don't care what you say!"
The officer held his gun, glaring at the other party with hostility.
"It's alright, I'll go."
Lois Lane quickly said, genuinely afraid that these aliens would launch an attack on Earth.
Faora glared unhappily at the soldiers, but still admired their courage. She turned and prepared to leave with Lois Lane.
Just then.
Faora suddenly stopped walking. Lois Lane, Clark, and the soldiers present all looked up at the sky.
A figure in nano armor quickly flew over.
Eustass remotely controlled the nano unmanned battle armor stored at the local Mora Group branch to rush over. Of course, he himself was still on his way.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—!"
A large number of unmanned nano armor suits quickly flew over, hovering in the air, their arms aimed at Faonaand the black small spaceship.
"Stop right there, you group of interstellar refugees from outer space. I'm talking about all of you. What are you looking at? I'm talking about you, that alien hag with the stern face who's hit menopause."
Eustass's mocking voice came from the leading red nano unmanned battle armor.
Clark was stunned.
As Superman, he had never heard such unpleasant trash talk before.
Nearby.
General Mo was also momentarily dumbfounded.
He had heard curses with far more vulgarity than that.
But he truly hadn't expected that the head of the Mora Group, the most mysterious and powerful person globally.
Would also casually curse and mock people.
(Stark: He can do a lot more!)
Furthermore, the General and the soldiers, as well as Clark and Lois, had never heard of or seen technology like the nano armor.
"Robots?"
"Are these robots?"
"I didn't think we on Earth had such advanced technology!"
The soldiers discussed among themselves.
The General's face darkened. What good was advanced technology?
The Mora Group never intended to equip them with such weaponry from the start.
Of course, his already dark face made it impossible to tell.
"Human, you are playing with fire. They are just a few broken robots. Do you think you can be a match for Kryptonians, who have already developed a Star-level Civilization?"
Faona looked unhappily at the nano unmanned battle armor flying in the sky and said coldly.
She deliberately ignored the mention of "interstellar refugee."
In her opinion, Earthlings hadn't even flown out of the Solar System yet.
How could they possibly know about the destruction of Krypton?
Even if they wanted to see Krypton explode, given the distance of over twenty Light-years between them, the light from Krypton's explosion would take at least that amount of time to travel here.
She felt that the opponent's mention of "interstellar refugee" was just a guess.
Krypton was once incredibly great, and she didn't believe these "primitive" Earthlings could be their match.
Even if they were just an exiled spaceship, they were incomparable to the technology and military equipment of Earthlings.
Just a few robots, things she could easily dismantle.
"You think we aren't your match?"
Eustass remotely controlled the unmanned nano armor, looking playfully at Faona.
"Does it even need to be said? Stupid Earthlings!"
Faona said coldly. She completely ignored the unmanned armor and turned to take Clark and Lois.
"Heh~"
Eustass's sneer came from inside the unmanned battle armor.
The next moment.
The nano unmanned battle armor raised its hand and aimed at the black small spaceship.
Pym Particles shot out.
The black small spaceship instantly shrank, becoming the size of a toy car.
Faona was stunned.
Clark was somewhat surprised.
All the soldiers were dumbfounded.
Good heavens, playing the "great spaceship transformation" in broad daylight, huh?
Moreover, this was a technology they had never seen or heard of before.
"You hateful Wizard, damn you! Change the ship back!"
Faona completely failed to understand what was happening.
She was merely a warrior. From birth, she was required to learn a warrior's skills, and the talent carried in her genes made her exceptionally proficient in combat.
Therefore, Faona completely failed to understand what was happening.
Thus, she subconsciously regarded Pym Technologies as the ability of a legendary Wizard.
"Hahaha, we are backward, but what does that make you, an alien who points at technology and calls it witchcraft?"
Eustass mocked.
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Faora frowned.
Her killing intent was thick.
He actually dared to mock her.
Very well, you have found the path to death!
Faora roared, leaping high into the air, and punched toward the unmanned nano armor that was broadcasting Eustass's voice.
"Damn native!"
The next instant.
Inside the unmanned nano armor, Pym Particlesactivated, and over a dozen units of unmanned nano armor began shrinking, instantly becoming as small as mosquitoes.
They quickly scattered in all directions.
On the ground, the other vigilant Kryptonian immediately leaped up and punched at one of the shrunk nano unmanned battle armor units.
Five or six nano unmanned battle armor units flew through the air, continuously firing energy beams, attacking the two.
The two landed on the ground, then abruptly leaped up again, jumping very high.
Suddenly, both heard sounds in their ears and looked toward the distance.
Several nano unmanned battle armor units flew down to the ground, returned to their normal size, and collected the shrunken Black Kryptonian Spaceship.
"Damn it! Give it back!"
Faora roared.
"You damned alien bumpkins, if you have the ability, come and take it back!"
Eustass's mocking voice came from one of the nano unmanned battle armor units.
Faora punched toward a nano unmanned fighter jet, but the nano unmanned battle armor immediately fired a Pym Particles beam.
Faora's body suddenly shrank, the distance between her and the nano unmanned battle armor instantly widened, and her attack missed.
The next moment, before she could react, she was struck by the Pym Particles from another nano unmanned battle armor unit, and her body grew large again.
Pym Particles shrink a person, but their inherent mass does not decrease.
This is why, in the original Ant-Man plot, when Ant-Manbumped into someone, it had the painful effect of being struck by a bullet.
It was impossible for Faora to adapt to being shrunk. Based on the performance of Kryptonians on Earth, Eustass even suspected that a bullet jump performed by a shrunk-but-mass-unchanged Faora could injure Superman.
"Damn it, if you have the guts, don't hide! What kind of warrior hides?"
Faora and the other Kryptonian stood back-to-back, surveying their surroundings.
Without the communicator on the spaceship, the communicator inside her battlesuit could only contact team members and ships on the surface.
It could not contact the ship in satellite orbit.
Therefore, she currently had no external support.
Unless General Zod grew suspicious because she hadn't returned for too long and came to Earth himself to check the situation.
Clark had been on Earth for a long time and was definitely adapted to life here.
When Faora saw the Family Battlesuit he was wearing, she could deduce that he must have understood his origins and undergone corresponding combat ability training.
Therefore, overall, Faora was at a disadvantage in combat.
Although she had a comrade, the person who communicated using a robot the entire time gave her a feeling of being completely fearless.
This feeling was ominous, as if the opponent had them completely figured out.
"Get out here! Get out here now!"
Faora yelled angrily.
"Fight me! Stop hiding!"
The other Kryptonian Warrior roared.
Not far away.
General Mo and the soldiers exchanged glances and quickly evacuated, taking Lois with them.
Lois originally didn't want to leave; she wanted to stay with Clark.
But realizing her own strength was less than five scraps of combat power, and that she would only drag Clarkdown, she decided to follow them.
Clark looked excitedly at the nano unmanned battle armor; it was the person he had met when he was young.
That formidable Senior Eustass.
Of course, this was just his own feeling that Eustass was very strong.
In reality, Eustass had virtually never engaged in combat with his identity publicly revealed on Earth.
The reason was simple: he still wanted to fish.
Steppenwolf was a big catch.
In the original plot, Steppenwolf and his forces only dared to invade Earth after Superman died.
If Eustass displayed overly powerful strength, these people probably wouldn't dare to come.
To put it bluntly, it was similar to the Marvel side, where the Chitauri army only dared to invade Earth because Odin was in slumber.
The Ancient One was offline, Odin was dead, and only then did Thanos rush to Earth to be arrogant—it was the same concept.
If Earth had powerhouses exceeding their capabilities, these people would not dare to invade.
The law of the jungle is cruel, but it also adheres to the rule of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
"Damn it, the hostage ran away!"
Faora yelled angrily.
But these nano unmanned battle armor units were simply too difficult to deal with.
With the assistance of Eustass's Observation Haki, and Eustass controlling the nano unmanned battle armor, Faora couldn't hit the armor and couldn't dodge them either.
Even though these nano unmanned battle armor units were merely fragile targets that would break with one hit in front of her.
But if she couldn't hit them at all, it was useless.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Can you only dodge!?"
Faora was already filled with impotent rage.
"How awful, awful, awful! Do you expect me to run into your fists myself, alien grandmas and grandpas?"
Eustass's voice came from the armor, mocking the two.
"Don't go too far, human! Relying on these robots, you might be smug for a moment, but the final victory will only belong to General Zod!"
Faora shouted.
"Surrender quickly, or you will die a miserable death!"
The other Kryptonian Warrior said coldly.
"You can't even hit your enemy, yet you dare to boast here?
You should all go home and farm! Big Shark's grandma is more agile than you!"
Eustass continued to mock them.
"??"
Faora was confused. Who was Big Shark's grandma?
Mocking someone using an old grandma was a bit much!
The Kryptonians, who had traveled over twenty light-years, experienced for the first time just how unpleasant Earth's mockery could be.
Eustass controlled over a dozen nano unmanned battle armor units, while simultaneously using Observation Haki to continuously toy with the two Kryptonian Warriors.
The two jumped back and forth in the air, but they simply couldn't catch these lively, nimble armors.
They called the armors fragile targets, yet after several tens of minutes, they hadn't hit a single one.
Faora and the other Kryptonian Warrior felt their rage levels had peaked.
Clark was just about to help deal with the two, but Eustass stopped him verbally... Meanwhile.
Eustass, carrying the nano core and wearing the nano armor, quickly rushed toward the scene of the incident.
Faora, and the other Kryptonian Warrior.
These were rewards walking around in the human World!
How could he possibly miss out?
If he missed one, and later couldn't gather enough Portalpoints, would he have to be trapped in this World for hundreds of years, or start cultivating villains himself?
Looking at the retreating troops appearing in the distance.
And Lois sitting inside the military vehicle, Eustassimmediately released his Observation Haki.
Within the range of his perception, he sensed Clark's aura.
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"If you have the guts, then get out here!"
Faora roared, looking at the annoying Unmanned Combat Armors flying around like flies.
She was absolutely furious.
"Whoosh!"
The next instant.
In the sky above.
A figure instantly descended, grabbed Faora by the neck with one hand, and slammed her, flying toward the distance.
Faora's body was knocked away by the opponent, continuing to fly into the distance due to inertia.
Eustass delivered a punch, smashing Faora's head and piercing her helmet.
The helmet became useless.
The Earth air entering Faora's respiratory tract caused Faona's body discomfort, as she struggled to adapt to the new atmospheric air and environment.
Faora's body crashed onto the desert sand, and the rustling sound of the sand entered her ears, magnified and deafening without the protection of the helmet.
Just like Clark when he was a child and had just awakened his superpowers, he couldn't control his abilities well either.
Of course, Clark was young then and lacked combat experience.
Faora was a mature Kryptonian Warrior; if she stalled for a bit, it wouldn't take long for her to adapt.
Eustass choked Faora with one hand and formed a fist with the other, delivering a punch straight to Faora.
Faora's face contorted, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The next instant, Eustass's fist flew over again like a Shadow, smashing into Faora's face once more.
Faora spat out a mouthful of blood, along with two teeth.
"Looking for a beating? Then I'll oblige!"
Eustass continued to rain down punches, slamming them fiercely onto Faora's face.
Faora's originally heroic and beautiful face was battered into an abnormal distortion by Eustass's repeated punches.
Bones shattered, and her jaw was crushed.
Faora couldn't even speak.
Eustass continued to deliver punch after punch.
In the distance, another Kryptonian Warrior watched as Faora was about to be beaten to death.
He quickly leaped up, jumping extremely high, and charged toward Eustass.
Just as Clark was about to rush up and stop him, an Unmanned Combat Armor flew over.
"Leave him to me. You should make sure your little girlfriend is safe, lest she be kidnapped again."
Eustass's voice came from inside the Unmanned Combat Armor.
Clark was speechless, but then he realized it made sense.
Just as he turned to look for Lois, he quickly turned back and said:
"N-no, wait, you're wrong. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend yet..."
Clark quickly corrected him, feeling Eustass was teasing him.
"Then go win her over! Do I really need to teach you that?"
After Eustass replied, he prepared to finish Faora off with a single strike.
The next instant.
In the sky above.
"I am the Air Mission Commander. I have previously encountered and observed the operational targets we are about to strike at close range. They are extremely dangerous. We have received orders to execute a devastating strike!"
A Helicopter flew over quickly.
A Military Officer sat in the Helicopter, communicating with the fighter jets.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two fighter jets instantly roared past, flying toward the target.
"Roger that, we have locked onto the target!"
"Weapons ready, prepared to strike at any moment!"
"Roger that, Number 11, weapons in position!"
A fighter jet's Mounted Machine Gun aimed at the Kryptonian who had jumped up and then landed back on the ground in the distance.
Then, the machine gun fired wildly.
The Mounted Machine Gun was extremely powerful, kicking up dust and sand two people high from the ground.
"Da da da..."
"Da da da..."
The machine gun continuously fired, sending bullets along the desert toward the Kryptonian in the distance.
That Kryptonian was directly blasted away by the extremely powerful bullets, tumbling far across the desert.
The two fighter jets instantly flew past, circling in the air, preparing to initiate the next attack.
"Thunder 11, excellent job! I order you to attack again!"
The Commander's voice rang out.
"Roger that!"
The two fighter jets circled once, then continued flying toward the Kryptonian, preparing for the second round of strafing.
The Kryptonian lying in the desert stood up, wearing a Black Combat Uniform, twisted his neck, and watched the fighter jets flying toward him again with an angry expression.
He suddenly leaped, jumping extremely high, directly toward one of the fighter jets, rapidly closing the distance.
"Thunder 11, prepare to eject! Eject quickly!"
The Pilot of the other fighter jet quickly shouted, trying to get his comrade to escape the danger.
Unfortunately, the Kryptonian Warrior's launching speed was faster than the Pilot's reaction time.
The Kryptonian Warrior jumped directly onto the nose of the fighter jet and punched straight through the outer casing.
He then continuously punched and struck the fighter jet, ripping off the outer panels one by one.
The fighter jet panels were thrown everywhere, some directly sucked into the engine behind.
The engine was shredded by the large amount of hard panels flying into it, emitting black smoke and catching Fire.
The next moment, the engine power failed, and the fighter jet—carrying the terrified Thunder 11 Pilot and the Kryptonian Warrior who continued his destruction—plunged toward a Desert Town far off at the edge of the desert horizon.
"BOOM!"
The fighter jet instantly crashed, slamming into the ground, exploding violently with bursting flames and thick black smoke.
The fighter jet, engulfed in raging flames, slid along the ground, carrying the Kryptonian Warrior with it into the distance.
Along the way, numerous pedestrians fled in terror, screaming repeatedly.
Several cars were directly destroyed.
By the time the fiercely burning fighter jet came to a stop, the people on the street had vanished.
They had either run out of the Desert Town or hidden inside their homes, tightly shutting their doors and windows.
Due to America's unique circumstances.
So the residents here were quite experienced in dealing with sudden situations; they were incredibly fast at escaping.
There was no choice; Gunfights happened frequently.
If they didn't run fast enough, they'd be dead.
"What's the situation? Is he dead? Is the alien dead?"
The Commander's voice sounded through the communication channel of the other fighter jet's Pilot.
"The scene is engulfed in raging Fire, temporarily unable to con—Holy Crap!"
The Pilot quickly flew the fighter jet over, reporting as he observed the situation below.
Only then did he discover, amidst the wreckage of the fiercely burning fighter jet,
A figure stepped out.
The person patted the flames off their body, stood on the street, and looked up, their gaze cold and full of murderous intent.
The next instant.
The person painfully clutched their head; the transparent helmet on their head suddenly began to vanish.
The helmet was not protected and began to fail.
Having just come into contact with Earth's air and environment, he also experienced discomfort and lost his combat effectiveness.
"This person isn't dead yet, but for some reason, he hasn't attacked me!"
The Pilot quickly responded.
"That's good. Attack him again!"
The Commander quickly said.
"Yes, Officer!"
The Pilot replied, and the fighter jet circled in the air, flying once again in front of the Kryptonian Warrior, aiming and unleashing a burst from the Mounted Machine Gun.