[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Facing Cyril's question, Clark froze for a moment, then looked down.

I seem to be lying on someone else's bed, my clothes are a little messy, and there is still a light red unknown liquid remaining on the neckline.

Clark: "???"

For a while, with the Kryptonian's super brain, he couldn't even deduce what happened here, and he didn't know why Cyril was so fierce.

Today's weather is unusually good in autumn and winter. Sunlight slips in through the windows, wrapping the people in the house warmly, and the elf's face is a little hot from the sun.

He stood aside, watching the bewildered Clark with cold eyes, the touch of the other's lips still remained on his fingers, and he savored it for a few seconds—soft, hot, and disturbing.

Cyril is not the kind of elf who lives in the deserted woods. He has many friends, and the polite physical touch in daily life with friends often happens to him, although touching each other's lips is more important than other people's. A handshake is quite different, but not so much that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Everything was so strange, so strange that Cyril didn't know what expression to put on, so according to the usual practice, the elf suppressed this feeling in his heart, glanced at Clark lightly, and was about to say something to ease the embarrassment.

But before he could reapply his perfect friendly smile on his face, Clark touched his head, jumped out of bed, and sorted the slightly messy sheets for Cyril clumsily, and then He arranged the crooked pillow with a swish, then tore off the tie that was already stained with blood, and stood at attention.

"Sorry..." Clark was a little embarrassed, "I suddenly had a nosebleed and fainted at work, so the boss asked me to go to the hospital or go home to rest. Did I just fainted again at the door of the house... Here you go It's causing trouble."

The big man with long hands and long legs stood there, filling up Cyril's not-so-small bedroom.

Although the backlight made it hard to see clearly, Cyril could imagine the expression on Clark's face.

There should be some embarrassment, some confusion, and a little apology.

Xi Ruier couldn't laugh or cry: "No need to apologize, I didn't bring you home to ask you to apologize to me... But, how is your physical condition, why did you suddenly pass out?"

This question really made Cyril curious.

Kryptonian's strong physique is hard to find in the world. Except for the only weakness, kryptonite, even the solar storm didn't kill him. What can actually hurt Superman?

The vivid expression on Clark's face suddenly froze, he opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at his palm.

With superhuman vision, he was able to clearly observe that his cells swelled and burst from the inside, and at the same time, new cells grew out, but the speed of cell death far exceeded the speed of regeneration.

The energy of the solar storm was completely absorbed into his body.

But the energy of a star is compressed into a small body, and the energy that can flatten half of the earth will not be easily digested, but will continue to explode, burn, and release.Now Clark, every cell in his body is like an exploding nuclear/bomb, which is extremely dangerous, and the Kryptonians are doing their best to use their flesh/body as a barrier to separate the residents of the metropolis from these terrifying energies. The explosion is isolated and disintegrates silently.

Clark clearly calculated that until the moment when all the cells in his body died, these energies could not completely disappear.

He was dying.

And he decided, at the moment of death, to find an uninhabited asteroid outside the solar system as his burial place.

As for how to spend the time between now and before his death, Clark didn't think clearly either.

Clark told no one, including his adoptive parents, who knew him best.

Batman investigated what Cyril said, and verified the effects of forgiveness and the soul stone on the mouse, and then explained everything at the last Zhenglian plenary meeting, made adjustments accordingly, and re-negotiated with the members The future combat methods and conventional tactics.

But Clark did not feel that he had hope of life.

Because at the time of death, he can't stay on the earth - those energies will explode on the earth without his own flesh/body, and many people will die, and the survivors will also live in radiation.

An explosion of such a large equivalent would inevitably lead to his death.

Even the soul stone he wears will be damaged.

With Batman's mortal body, it is even more impossible to follow him to an unknown number of light-years away, wait for him to die and then resurrect him.

Even with the level of space transmission technology of the Kryptonians, when Krypton is destroyed, Clark can only escape in the spaceship instead of being directly transmitted to the earth.Because if long-distance transmission is to be done, for the sake of safety and accuracy, there must be a transmitter and a receiver operating at the transmission place and destination at the same time. Even if they find a suitable unmanned planet in a short period of time and build a hyperspace transmitter, The explosion and radiation before Superman's death will also destroy all instruments.

Get too close, and Batman can't survive such an explosion.

Too far away, wait until after the explosion to arrive, Clark's soul body has already dissipated.

However, what Cyril asked Batman to bring comforted Clark somewhat.

If after death, for a short period of time, he can really exist in this world in the state of a soul body, it would be good for him to see more of this world.

Clark kept his mouth full of words, and finally only surfaced on his face, turning into a gentle wry smile.

"Maybe it's because I'm too tired from work during this period of time. I have a little problem with my body. It shouldn't be a big deal."

The elf's intuition is so keen, what's more, he knows in his heart that the reason why Superman's life value is so erratic is definitely not a trivial matter.

"I don't believe it, Clark," Cyril flushed his hands with water, then pressed Clark's shoulders, let the big man sit on the narrow sofa beside the bed, and poured him a glass of magic spring water, "I see Come out you're lying, your situation is really bad."

Clark held the water glass and looked up at him, the emotions in his eyes were like the sea during the tide, turbulent.

"I...I might be dying..." Clark swallowed, and his words were a little sluggish because of lying, "The hospital, the doctor in the hospital said I have cancer...terminal stage."

Cyril: "..."

Cyril almost laughed angrily at him.

Superman is dying from terminal cancer.

Speaking out will definitely make his nemesis Lex Luthor's laughing hair grow back.

Clark, who covered up what was on his mind, raised his head, with half a glass of water dangling in his hand, feeling somewhat expectant and inexplicably nervous.

What would a normal friend do?

Give him a big hug and sadly say "I'm sorry to hear that, Clarke, this news is so sad".

This is probably the scene Clark can imagine.

But Cyril's performance was completely beyond his imagination. In such a situation, the etiquette and demeanor in the elf's heart temporarily took the second place. He bent down, put his right hand on the sofa next to Clark's left leg, and raised his chin slightly. His eyes didn't blink, they were as deep as a cold pool, as if they could drown anyone.

For some reason, Clark actually felt a chill down his back.

"You're about to die, and you're still going to hide your secret identity, Superman?"

Clark was dumbfounded: "..."

Xi Ruier frowned: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid."

Clark continued to be dumbfounded: "..."

Seeing that the other party remained silent, the elf actually became even angrier. He was too close, and his cool breath spit on Clark's face: "So, you are going to die silently, and let everyone know the news afterwards." Remember you again, shed a few tears, and then put this behind you and move on?"

Although what Cyril said was not pleasant, in fact, Clark really planned it in his heart.

Clark, who was guessed, was also a little helpless: "When did you find out that I am Superman?"

Cyril didn't save face for this "terminal cancer" patient at all: "I knew it from the beginning."

Clark, who had always thought that he had kept his identity under wraps, couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Thinking back to his actions in front of Cyril, and remembering that he had mistakenly thought that Cyril liked the little reporter, Clark blushed a little.

In fact, Clark only regards Superman as a temporary identity when he uses his abilities to help others and save the earth. In essence, he is still a simple boy from the countryside.

He did not reveal his identity to the public, nor did he tell his friends that he was Superman, all for the sake of their safety.

And he didn't tell his teammates of the Justice League because he didn't trust them, but because other teammates didn't do it. Clark was afraid that if he said it, it would put pressure on them.

As for Batman, it has been investigated that Clark is Superman, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong.After Mirror Demon stole Batman's plan to deal with Zhenglian, due to a crisis of confidence, Zhenglian members voted to confess their identities to their teammates, and Clark was also the first to respond.

But the matter of hiding his identity was just out of consideration and safety at the beginning, but after a long time, it has become a habit.

So...Although he didn't expect Cyril to know who he was, Clark was only surprised for a while, and soon returned to his usual state.

"Well, I admit that whether it's Clark Kent or Superman, they are dying, but there is no way to do it. I just don't want others to be sad for me... so I still hope you will keep this secret for me."

Cyril was hit by the subtle pain in Clark's eyes, and he took a step back with complicated emotions.

He has seen the ugly appearance of creatures of too many races when they are on the verge of dying, and he has also witnessed the heroic sacrifice of countless heroes.

But in the face of death, you have to be so considerate of other people's feelings.

Unprecedented.