I want to have a date with Superman

Looking at Alexander Kent, whose expression became increasingly ferocious and twisted, Luther actually felt a little afraid in his heart.

——This "little Luther" is a madman.

"Did you watch the live broadcast of the Hero Conference and the interview with Harley Quinn by Lana Lang later?" Luther swallowed and said, "I think Harley has a very good point of view on the 'Hero's Sin'" reason.

The heroes have not fallen, but the hero system has gradually failed to keep up with the rapidly developing superhero era.

Some heroes are addicted to having fun and attending high-end parties. What’s wrong with that?

Taking off their uniforms, superheroes are just ordinary young people.

They have grown up in a modern and civilized environment, and it is normal for them to have hobbies that are in line with the times.

As for them not meeting the standards of old-school heroes, then set new hero standards for them.

For example, apart from traditional heroes, there is a genre of ‘non-traditional heroes’.

If a hero reveals his identity and becomes an Internet celebrity, label him an ‘Internet celebrity hero’ to distinguish him from other ‘decent heroes’.

If there are heroes who cross the legal and moral boundaries, we call them ‘dark night heroes’.

Just like movie classification, heroes are also divided into different professions. Different professions, different standards, different responsibilities and obligations. Of course, there are also differences in honor and power.

In short, don’t sanctify superheroes too much. They are just mortals who love vanity.

It is wrong and stupid to believe in them as gods with perfect morals and powerful power.

Between not wearing the uniform and putting on the uniform, there is no sublimation of thoughts or evolution of the soul. All that changes is a moment's thought. If they want to wear a uniform, they put it on and declare themselves superheroes.

It's that simple.

In essence, they are still ordinary people.

If you have this clear and calm understanding of superheroes, then look at what they do. Well, compared with those degenerate American youths who are obsessed with fans and have no ideals, even Internet celebrity heroes are as great as Sage.

At least they are willing to adhere to the heroic concept of justice and are willing to fight for the people and the country when the crisis comes!

Their presence is always helping to make the world a better place, which is pretty good. "

As Luthor's first villain, he said these words without any reluctance.

He really thinks Harley's "new hero system" is very interesting and very consistent with human nature.

Why does he keep targeting Da Chao?

Isn't it because Tearman's character is too perfect and doesn't have the flaws that normal people should have?

If he is close to a god, he is naturally inhuman.

But Luthor believed that Ripman was just a human being, an ordinary farm boy from Smallville.

It is impossible for ordinary people to have the perfect virtues that extraordinary people have.

Therefore, he believes that Tear Man is pretending to penetrate deep into his soul. One day, when all humans worship and rely on him as a god, he will tear off his sacred coat and reveal the true "evil humanity" inside.

Therefore, he must defeat Man before he can become a god, take off his disguise, and let everyone understand that he is not a god, and that he, Lex Luthor, is far more respectable than Superman and is a real human being. Representation is the real hope and reliance of mankind.

Harley's "New System" theory fits in with his idea that "heroes have just one more uniform than mortals."

So when he used her theory to persuade Alexander Kent, his words were full of emotion, and the feelings came from his heart, all in one go, very smoothly.

But Alexander Kent’s face was expressionless, and his eyes didn’t even blink, “Harley Quinn knows nothing about superheroes! You are a super villain, and you are not qualified to comment on superheroes.

What you think is just what you think.

The hero's paradise is there, and it represents the brilliance and beauty without any impurities.

Superheroes should have the noble virtues of extraordinary people, and they should hold themselves to the standards of saints.

Before your fallen Earth 0, the multiverse had gone through the Golden Age of Superheroes on Earth 2 and the Silver Age of Superheroes on Earth 1.

In the first two eras, countless heroes spent their lives, blood and sacrifices to develop a set of 'superhero standards' accepted by the multiverse: Justice is a light as transparent as crystal, contaminated by any slight impurity. They all defile it and leave conspicuous filth. "

"You also said that it was the Golden Age and the Silver Age, but now it is the Iron Age?" Luther frowned, feeling unhappy.

If the superheroes of this earth are "Dark Iron", then wouldn't he who opposes them also become a "Dark Iron level"?

Luthor truly feels that the "peers Luthor" of Earth 1 and 2 are not worthy of being compared with him, or even worthy of the "unique" great name "Lex Luthor".

Because they didn't even survive the crisis on Infinite Earths.

Before the universe was restarted, the two Luthers died worthlessly at the hands of the Anti-Monitor King's minions (Shadow Demon).

Although Earth 3’s “Hero Luther” also died a cowardly death, at least he left behind a little bastard——

"Stab~~" A string of silver arcs suddenly descended on Luther.

"Uh ah~~~~" Luther was like a toad hanging on a wire, his limbs twitching, his face distorted, his eyes slanted and his mouth crooked, and his feces and urine sprayed out.

Opposite him, Alexander Kent had a sneer on his face, and a ball of silver-white lightning flashed in his right hand.

"Idiot, no matter what you are thinking, I can know it immediately. Your suicide threats are of no use to me. In front of you, I am the god who controls everything."

"Then why are you talking so much to me?" Luther asked with a look of humiliation and sweating profusely.

"Because I have never told anyone what is in my heart, I cannot tell the truth to my two companions. The truth will not help, but lies can drive them very well." Alexander sighed.

"Are you sure you are the son of 'Hero Luther'? If he knew what you are doing now, he would definitely regret sending you to this world with a plane rocket."

——Not to mention the so-called hero Luther, even he, the "bad guy Luther", cannot accept his behavior.

This time Alexander still captured his thoughts, but did not punish him with lightning converted from the monitor's energy.

He raised his right hand, and the silver energy was still jumping, "What do you see?"

"I saw a madman," Luther said.

Alexander said lightly: "When the heroes of this world gradually sink, when the black spots of decay climb up the crystal wall of the Heroes' Paradise, when the righteous and bright Heroes' Paradise begins to transform into the evil and dark fallen hell.

The power I had lost gradually returned to my body.

It is by relying on it that I can interfere with reality through the dimensional wall. "

Luther was startled, recalling what he had just said: When the Crisis on Infinite Earths ended and Alexander took Old Superman, Little Superboy, and Old Lois into the dimension of heaven, he had become an ordinary person.

"Why did the Monitor's energy come back?"

Alexander said proudly: "This is the destiny! The destiny comes with you, and the power goes with it. How can you carry out the destiny if you don't have the strength?

My actions at this time represent the will of the multiverse, and I am justice! "

Luther's expression changed several times, and finally he showed a flattering smile, "You convinced me, I am willing to join your team.

You can read my thoughts. Although I still have resentment towards you, as long as you are stronger than me and still maintain the advantage, I will never betray you.

If you are still not at ease, we can sign a ‘Harley Quinn Oath’.

With the support of the world's best oath-breaker, I will never be able to break the oath. "

"I don't accept trash," Alexander joked.

Luther pursed his lips and said: "Ever since the US military used black magic to assassinate Mongo during the trial, there has been a strong sense of crisis among super villains.

If the government can use this method to deal with Mongo, it may not be used against other villains in the future.

Later, in the Suicide Squad, the incident involving the Seven was exposed, which made everyone in the super villains feel more at risk.

So much so that there is a resurgence of secret societies.

I can help you take control of the secret society.

‘Lex Luthor’ is a golden brand among super villains. As long as I participate in the leadership election, no one can compete with me. "

Alexander looked at him with strange eyes, "Don't you know that the new secret society was secretly formed by 'Lex Luthor'?"

"What?" Luther was dumbfounded, "When did I—shit, it was you!"

Alexander smiled and said: "It was 'Lex Luthor' who fanned the flames and caused the story of Mongo and Dr. Light to spread quickly in the criminal base.

Or is it 'Lex Luthor' who creates a sense of crisis, giving them a sense of crisis that 'if they don't form an alliance, they will die, and they will be captured by the Justice League and twist their will'.

It was still 'Lex Luthor' who controlled several so-called 'villain giants' and asked them to come forward to form a secret society.

Now the actual controller of the secret society is ‘Lex Luthor’. "

"How is this possible, Mongo. You left the heaven dimension at that time?" Luther said in shock.

"You have been in jail and have been participating in the activities of the criminal base through phone calls, videos, and holographic projections. Therefore, even if I am still in Heroes' Paradise, I can still become 'Lex Luthor'." Alexander said.

Luther's expression changed, and he forced a smile and said, "I also have the smartest brain in the universe, and my wisdom can help you."

Alexander Kent did nothing, and the next moment Luther covered his head and screamed miserably.

The next moment, the pain like an electric drill drilling into the brain disappeared, and Luther collapsed weakly and gasped for air.

"See? If I don't suppress my brain waves, you're an idiot who can't think!

If I change my brain waves just to keep you by my side, how can I 100% replace you?

If I hadn't completely deceived the Witch Harley, why would I have wasted nearly a year on you just to be consistent with the brainwave frequency of your stupid brain? "

"You will definitely not kill me. Where will you place me?" Luther asked.

Alexander pointed his sword at the same time and made a vague stroke in front of him.

"——" Silently, a gap opened in the space.

He waved his hand again, and Luther rolled into the space crack together with his shit and urine on the floor.

Luther thought he would be imprisoned in a dark cell, but the light in front of him became brighter and brighter, and finally landed on the ground like a crystal with a "pop".

Lying on the ground, he saw a pair of golden shoes approaching slowly. He looked up: a golden jumpsuit, a golden jumpsuit, and a set of metallic golden tights that looked exactly like his face, without a bald head and a head of red curly hair.

"Alexander Kent?"

The red-curled Alexander nodded, "The clone I created just now has the same DNA as you.

Lex Luthor was responsible for doing the dark work, and I was responsible for being the logistics manager for Old Superman and Superboy.

Lex is an unscrupulous bad guy, full of blood and sin.

I am the light of hope and the great creator of the new multiverse. "

Luther looked complicated, "You are indeed Luther's son. Even if you change your surname to 'Kent', you will never become Kent!"

Alexander raised his eyebrows, "If Superman and Lois hadn't liked 'Kent' and felt that I was like their son with this surname, I would have changed it back to 'Luthor'."

Luther opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Turning around and looking around, he found that he was in a crystal castle as big as an airplane hangar. The ground, dome and walls were all made of transparent crystal.

"This is where?"

"Beneath the Fortress of Solitude."

"Superman's Fortress of Solitude?"

"I need the Cosmic Tuning Fork, which was previously hidden under Mount Lee in Gotham and was moved to the Fortress of Solitude after Zero Hour."

"Even tuning forks were used." Luther would think of Harley's guess that day.

Although she guessed wrongly about the identity of the person monitoring him - it was not wrong. Although he was not the future 'Overlord Luther', he was indeed a Luther and an 'Overlord'. She said that this might be a sign of a future. A cosmic crisis—that’s right!

Did she make any arrangements in advance?

With her character, I'm afraid this Luther can't catch her off guard. Shit, she can't think about it anymore, he has already discovered it.

Luther tried to get rid of distracting thoughts and sneered: "I don't know what you are planning, but do you think you can hide it from Harley?"

"I'm trying my best not to let her notice anything unusual."

The red-haired Alexander stretched out his hand to hold it, and Luther flew in front of him involuntarily.

Like Bald Alexander, his subconscious waves were completely "Lex Luthorized". When he released the brain wave seal, Luther once again felt the pain of his brain being squeezed.

"Uh-huh," he held his head, twitching in pain.

The red-haired Alexander had no mercy for this "dad peer", "Just like this, being an idiot who has lost cognitive abilities and cannot think with his brain is actually quite good. At least your thoughts can no longer pollute the world. .”

"Crack, click, click -" A layer of crystal spread on Luther's body, forming a two-meter-high crystal chrysalis. However, Luther was not solidified in it. He was still struggling and howling in pain.

"It's a very pleasing specimen, please put it next to me." The red-haired Alexander dropped the crystal chrysalis. It seemed to fall into the water, ripples on the crystal floor, and disappeared on the ground.

But he could still hear Luther's howl of pain, and he could still sense Luther's trembling brain waves.

The red-haired Alexander stood there, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his face showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Alexander." Suddenly, a weak call came from the distance.

Alexander's expression changed slightly, and he quickly flew out of the hall and came to the smaller crystal bedroom next to him.

Old Louise was like a withered and rotten rose, lying on the crystal bed covered with a down quilt, calling "Clark" and "Alexander" weakly and blankly.

"Louise, I'm here." Alexander quickly came to the bedside and gently held Louise's skinny right hand outside the quilt, "How do you feel today? What do you want to eat?

Now we are back in the material world. Although it is a different world, there should be many delicacies you are familiar with in the metropolis. I will buy them for you. "

"I have no appetite, I don't want to eat anything." Louise's eyes were as gloomy as candlelight in the wind and blinked a few times, "Where's Clark?"

"He is working hard to save you. As long as we return to Earth 2, your illness will be cured immediately." Alexander gently helped her move the gray hair from her forehead so that her sight was unobstructed and she could see more clearly.

Then he silently used his strength to change the structure of the crystal bed beneath her, allowing her to change from lying flat to sitting comfortably.

"Why are we still in the crystal? I also want to meet my old friends in this universe." Louise asked doubtfully.

"This is a temporary paradise I created with the power of the monitor, a small heroic paradise. It cannot cure your disease, but it can ensure that your condition does not continue to deteriorate."

After a pause, he added: "It's not a good time to meet old friends now, but you can see them on TV."

As he spoke, he used his power to change the crystal wall opposite Louise, turning it into a huge TV screen.

"Oh, Louise here is still so young and energetic, and she has become a famous name in the universe."

Old Louise saw Louise's TV show first, with a happy smile on her face.

Seeing her happy, Alexander also laughed, "She lives a happy life and has a successful career. Clark always loves Louise the most. In addition, they have a son. I heard they are planning to have a second child."

He watched TV and talked with her for two and a half hours. During this time, Superboy came once. Alexander invited him to sit down and watch TV together, but he ran out angrily.

When old Louise fell asleep again, Alexander turned off the "crystal wall TV" and made the crystal bed flat again. He carefully covered Louise with a quilt and dimmed the indoor light.