I almost ruled the world

Some people support Clark's idea, and of course some people oppose him.

The superheroes who opposed them gathered in the dark, brewing the follow-up resistance against Superman.

But so far, the world is completely in his hands.

Safety, peace, no more pain and indifference, everyone is patient and friendly, even for unknown superpowers.

Even Clark, who had never had any greed and desire for power, couldn't help but change his mind.

If it was like this from the beginning... wouldn't the world lose people and things that shouldn't have left?Could it be that his adoptive father, Jonathan, would not lose his life because he was afraid of his exposure?

Clark even had the urge to bring Brianna to him, to show her the world as it was, to heal from such a wonderful world.

But soon, he felt that his idea was very ridiculous.

He doesn't need to prove anything to Brianna to do these things.

And, presumably she doesn't care about these anymore.

Clark slowly closed his eyes. Even the Man of Steel, even with the synergy of superheroes who agree with him, he would sometimes get tired in the face of the noise and chaos of almost the entire world.

Even though a Kryptonian actually doesn't need to sleep much under the yellow sun, he can't get rid of years of habits all at once.

He hasn't rested for too long, and hasn't given himself a chance to relax for too long.

Maybe it allows him to delude himself briefly that he's not an anomaly, that he's just like everyone else.

For a moment, Clark was immersed in the quiet darkness, as if everything was still, as if the pain and struggle had disappeared.

'Go to sleep, go to sleep... Karl, it's time for you to take a good rest. '

Someone whispered softly in his ear. This voice was unfamiliar yet familiar, soft and full of love. For some reason, it reminded Clark of her, the person he most wanted to see...

After all, except for her, no one would call herself Karl, and more people hoped that he was Clark, the humane Clark Kent, rather than Karl-El, who symbolized Kryptonian civilization.

Brianna...he suddenly realized he didn't know her real name.

Did she not know herself, or did she not want to tell herself the name?

Vaguely, the pair of dark eyes full of love changed, no longer staring at him, but slowly dissipated.

Do not!

"Tick tock—" There was a sudden drop of water droplets, accompanied by the sound of breaking the air, Clark's eyes quickly opened, and the warning of danger made him subconsciously turn sideways.

A touch of dark green came into view.

He didn't know what method the other party used to make him lose his vigilance.

Maybe it was the kryptonite, or maybe it was because he dreamed about her?

And the kryptonite weapon that was originally aimed at his neck also shifted and plunged into his shoulder.

He raised his head, and found that the space had been torn open a huge hole, a weird Asian woman with a surprised expression, was holding a penetrating gun made of kryptonite in his hand, as if she never thought it would happen Really hurt him.

Clark frowned, and quickly searched his brain, realizing that this was a mutant.

"Heh." He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, feeling very funny for a moment.

After all, the mutants obviously benefited from this, at least no one dared to discriminate against them in public, and even the follow-up research and development of the sentinel robot specifically targeting them was suspended.

He didn't understand why mutants would choose to be on the other side?

"We're not here to hurt you." The woman lowered her voice, her voice was a little trembling, she seemed a little scared of Clark, but she still held up the kryptonite and threatened, "But this is wrong!"

"Do you think human beings really agree with us? They just dare not speak out, pretending to be kind on the surface—"

Clark frowned with some annoyance, and interrupted her, "Isn't that good? Or do you like being caught in a laboratory for dissection?"

Clarice was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while. After all, they still had hope for Superman, and it was only out of desperation to use this method of teleportation to approach him.

"I..." She couldn't speak. Although the solution is not perfect now, is there a better way?

In fact, Clarice was originally neutral, and somehow she was persuaded by the comer.

Is this world, which is oppressed in another form, less free, really good?

Is this really the kind of world mutants want?

While hesitating, the man in front of him who made people subconsciously want to tremble suddenly raised his head and held the weapon that restrained his strength, which made Clarice take a breath.

This is the weapon that can really kill him... Shouldn't he feel weak at this moment?

To be honest, even though the kryptonite had stabbed him, Clark felt great now, and even the expected slight weakness did not appear.

He held the dark green fluorescent kryptonite in his hand, and slowly pulled it out, feeling the wantonness of controlling everything.

But then, his eyes suddenly became dim.

Because Clark knew very well where this weapon came from.

Bruce...

What does he want to do?

Clark searched the world for Bruce's voice—

However, he suddenly widened his eyes in a panic, and gradually tightened his kryptonite fist, red blood flowed down his arm, and the mutant's loud exclamation was heard next to his ears.

…Brianna's heartbeat died away.

Brianna raised her head again, and when she heard the sound of the door opening, she was a little surprised that Clark came again so soon.

However, when the other party got closer, she realized...it wasn't Clark.

The thickly wrapped Batman stood in the place where light and darkness alternated, revealing half of his face that made children cry at night, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Brianna Byers?"

Briana raised her dark eyes and looked at him, "Huh?"

"Maybe I shouldn't have made this decision in the first place." Batman murmured, not knowing who he was talking to.

But she raised her hand and propped her chin carelessly, and inadvertently revealed the bracelet on her arm that restrained her ability. There was a little expectation in her words, "Are you here to kill me?"

Bruce was taken aback, then moved closer, his eyes touched the dazzling red on her neck, he frowned and said, "You are the key (key) to everything, I will not destroy the key."

Hearing this, Brianna sighed in disappointment, "But I should be the king, not the key."

"But it's pretty good, I think at least you won't let me go to the toilet, right?"

"Why?" Bruce frowned, not understanding what Brianna meant, at least he didn't think deeply about the question, he changed the subject, "Hurry up, or he will find out."

They all knew who this "he" was referring to.

"Then I am looking forward to what will happen after he finds out."

Briana's eyes were on Batman, with a hint of malice, after all, if he hadn't thought of this damn idea in the first place, she wouldn't have fallen to this point.

If he traded Clark for someone else—

But... there seems to be no assumptions.

Although it was a quick talk for a while, Brianna's strength at this time was not even half that of an ordinary girl, so she could only slowly struggle to stand up from the ground.

Batman couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

The only remaining gentlemanly demeanor made him take off his cloak and put it on her body, and then helped her walk out of this empty and deserted fortress of loneliness.

It's really cold and lonely here.

The door opened again, revealing a vast expanse of whiteness, causing Brianna to subconsciously squint her eyes.

It also allowed Bruce's brain to continue to function, thinking about the next step.

This is definitely an extremely dangerous behavior.

But this may be the only solution.