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

Cyril doesn't think she is a kind elf.

If things really got out of hand and Superman was ready to sacrifice himself to save the world, he'd be the one to help him.

Or one day Superman feels that life is boring because he is too powerful and invincible. After confirming that the other party really wants to understand, he will not stop him.

but now……

"So you just decided to die in silence? Didn't you ever think about asking me for help?" Cyril pinched the center of her brows, feeling a little headache, "Maybe I can save you, and the matter is not so bad that it cannot be saved. "

Cyril's past experiences have taught him many lessons, making him never willing to easily interfere with human life and death.

If it weren't for fighting the Lost Legion, he probably wouldn't have gotten to know superheroes at all, and he wouldn't have brought power that didn't belong to this world to anyone.

But since he was saved by Superman, the elf's pride would not allow him to die in a corner where no one knew about it.

Listening to Cyril's question, Clark shrank himself obediently on Cyril's not-so-spacious sofa, took off his black-rimmed glasses, stuffed them into his pocket together with the nosebleed-stained tie, and stared down at his own hand, did not speak.

Cyril didn't know why, and couldn't get angry: "Answer me, Superman."

"I... I don't understand magic," Clark scratched his head helplessly, "but I know that nothing in the world is omnipotent. After you saved me with magic last time, the whole person's state looked terrible .And if your magic has the power to resurrect others, why do you want bats to learn resurrection skills?"

"Just because of this?"

Clark paused, then looked up at Cyril.

The Kryptonian has a smooth forehead, thick black hair, a slightly square chin, and a pair of blue eyes like a clear sky after rain, a light that has never been blocked by any haze.Without the ridiculous black-rimmed glasses, he looks like the perfect superman in the media photos, the man of steel, the son of tomorrow, the god who walks on the earth.

"Also... when you fell asleep under the tree that day, I heard your dream talk."

Cyril froze suddenly.

Clark curled up his lips and smiled, his voice was calm and gentle: "You said you regretted it. You regretted helping humans, regretting not listening to the teachings of the senior priests, and seeing clearly that humans are just greedy for your power and using you."

Cyril couldn't help but took a step back, "What else did I say?"

Clark shook his head: "Not anymore."

Clark cut open the most secret thoughts of Cyril at once, and spread them out in broad daylight, only to realize that the heart disease that he had been pretending not to care about hadn't healed, but sores had secretly developed and festered.

He was a little flustered and wanted to explain that these few words were only aimed at Heinciri and not everyone, but his eyes swept around the room indiscriminately, but his expression turned cold: "What is this?"

Clark stood up suddenly, approached, raised his hand and lowered it, "You have helped me a lot, I don't want to be the one who covets your power and uses you."

The black-haired young man smiled, turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, raised his legs and walked to the door, said goodbye, and prepared to leave.

Hillary felt uncomfortable.

He has long understood how kind and tolerant Superman is, but he is aware of the deepest resentment in his heart by such a person who seems to be always upright and selfless.

It seemed that Heinciri's haunted voice sounded in his ears again.

"You said you would take care of me, why can't you help me?"

"You said you were my best friend, why can't you help me get what I want?"

"You are too selfish, Cyril, you let me rely on you and trust you, but you betrayed me when I was most difficult, and accused me together with those outsiders. The only person you love the most is yourself."

"Don't feel pressured," Clark, who just opened the door, hesitated, then turned his head and said to the elf who was standing there in a daze, "You have such amazing magical power, it's only normal to worry about being used by others , I don’t ask you for help because of what you said, so I don’t want to ask you for help... I just don’t think you can do anything about it, and I don’t want to embarrass you.”

Cyril looked at Clark standing there, with the dimly lit corridor outside the door behind him, and the Kryptonian had a sincere smile on his face.

Why doesn't this person think more about himself?

The elf's chest was stagnant, and a hundred kinds of complicated emotions were entangled in it into a mess. He couldn't find a clue, let alone resolve it, but at this moment, he didn't want Clark to leave just like that.

At least... make it clear.

"That's not the case." Cyril bent slightly, holding the corner of the table with his fingers, "I once had a friend who was a human prince. He once used my power to kill his father and slaughter the nobles of his country , executed his siblings who might compete with him for the throne... I broke with him because of this, but he did not let me go. His brutal rule caused resistance from all over the kingdom, and he fell into the most dangerous situation. He asked me for help, I didn't help him. After that, he took the initiative to join the Lost Legion in order to gain strength and power. He also hated me for this. In order to torture me, he transformed my other friends into undead in front of me, more than one, More than once... He and I have a deep blood feud."

"I really regret that I didn't recognize his true face earlier, and I also regret that I didn't see the situation clearly." Cyril was indeed a little embarrassed at the beginning, but when he said this, his voice gradually calmed down, " But you are different from him, I can see that clearly."

Yes, when we first met, Heinciri was also a handsome, tall, black-haired young man, who always smiled at him with a gentle smile, and also had a seemingly kind and deceitful temper.

But Cyril is not blind, and she is no longer that ignorant teenager.

How could an unscrupulous extreme man like Heinciri be the same as Superman, who is gentle and calm even in the face of death, and always considers others?

"So tell me what brought you to the brink of death, and I will do everything in my power to help. Just please, and don't betray my trust."

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SUPERMANISDYING

Superman is dying.

On the two days when Clark went home to rest because of a nosebleed and fainted, a huge blood-red headline appeared on the front page of the Daily Planet.

And the reporter who wrote this report did not shy away from saying that his source was Lex Luthor.

This article ignited the public opinion of the entire metropolis and created a commotion.

"All the journalists, including me, traveled every corner of the metropolis just to find the trace of Superman, but to our disappointment, neither the reporter nor the residents of the metropolis have seen him for more than three days. Superman's shadow, which is not common for a Superman who used to guard Metropolis day and night."

"Lex Luthor expressed his willingness to be interviewed, and there is definite evidence to prove the fact that Superman is dying soon. He asked the residents of the metropolis who are about to lose Superman not to panic. The Lex Group will launch a new urban safety plan and a series of Safety products, he said, the safety of human beings does not need the protection of aliens, we are enough to protect ourselves."

"Planet Daily reporter reports for you..."

Cyril and the landlady were sitting side by side watching TV. The landlady was holding the remote control in her hand, switching back and forth boredly. Apart from the news station, even a few talk show hosts were actually discussing on the show. superman.

"Bah," the landlady dismissed the bald man who was being interviewed by reporter Clark Kent on TV, "he's not a good guy."

On the TV screen, Clark and Luther sat face to face, holding a small notebook and asking him questions.

Looking at the clumsy little reporter in the camera, Xi Ruier couldn't help but laugh.

The landlady seemed to dislike Luthor so much that she changed the channel after a few glances.

Finally, there's a channel that doesn't cover Superman anymore.

The new channel obviously uses drone aerial photography. Passers-by flee in all directions between the narrow gap between two tall buildings, while a skull in a purple uniform attacks innocent metropolitan residents everywhere. The police raise their guns and try to shoot at him. Shooting, the bullets are like mud cows entering the sea, and they have no effect.

"Just 5 minutes ago, the Atomic Skull attacked the central business district of the metropolis. The Metropolitan Police have arrived, but as you can see, they are powerless against the attack of the Atomic Skull..." Reported from a few hundred meters away The black female reporter had a serious face, "Superman hasn't shown up for three days. In this case, will he stand up and protect us?"

The landlady chewed the cookie that was stuffed into her mouth, making a creaking sound. She turned her head and asked slowly, "Would you like a glass of red...forget it."

Cyril, who was still sitting beside her, had disappeared.

"These superheroes," the landlady got up and poured herself a cup of black tea, and closed the window that was open to blow in the cold wind. "Every day is really busy."

When Cyril arrived at the scene, the Atomic Skull was pinching a lady's neck with his right hand, and he kept grinning.

The skull covered in purple light did not notice Cyril's arrival, but the elf mage looked at the many passers-by around him and used a trick of changing sheep.

The skull that was pinching someone's neck one moment and clamoring, the next moment it turned into a lamb that didn't have the arms of a human.

Xi Ruier turned to the policeman holding a gun and said: "You evacuate the crowd first, or you may hurt innocent people if there is a fight in a while."

The policeman hiding behind the car door and holding a gun nodded, and went to the crowd divided into several groups to evacuate in different directions. Only one police chief remained in place. He looked at Xi Ruier and asked hesitantly: "I remember you, you appeared with Superman, Superman...is he really going to die?"

To be honest, Cyril was a little moved by the people in Metropolis' love for Superman, but he still sighed slightly and replied: "Yes."

The sheriff's expression was very sad, but he didn't stay too long, and turned to leave to help evacuate the crowd.

Superman is indeed going to die, otherwise Luthor wouldn't have come out to make a big fuss and try to replace Superman.

This plan was proposed by Cyril, and Clark had the same tacit understanding with him.

I don’t know how Luthor got the news of Superman’s death, and he spread the word, causing villains like the Atomic Skull to jump out of the originally peaceful metropolis. Expose from the dark to the bright.

Wouldn't it be a waste of this opportunity not to use this to arrest them all and get to know Lex Luthor's conspiracy by the way?

The author has something to say: I would like to introduce you to Heinciri, a PUA scumbag and the biggest villain in this article.