What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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However, Black Thunderbolt was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a shameless router.

"The appliances and furniture here seem to be the first batch of test products produced by Ian's factory." Jordan stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

"..."

Black Thunderbolt's silence is not just because it touched on a blind spot in its knowledge.

Also because Madison was watching him.

It seemed as if they were afraid he would steal something from here.

That's racist!

Black Thunderbolt was very dissatisfied.

"I know."

Madison nodded readily, without even offering a perfunctory apology—seeing this, Black Lightning angrily stepped on the gas and left the apartment building with his pent-up extra income.

"Wait for me!"

Jordan flew straight up and climbed into the passenger seat. The angels were beautiful, but Jordan remained unmoved, because he wasn't particularly fond of three-dimensional girls.

The two-dimensional virus that Ian kept in his computer was truly beautiful.

"Male angels live in one building, and female angels live in another." Madison didn't seem to care about Jordan's departure; she was shouting through a megaphone.

I really enjoy being a senior manager.

“Remember, don’t have any worldly desires for your fellow angels—” she winked and added. The angels nodded in agreement.

After all, there are similar rules in Heaven.

however.

"However, you can have worldly desires for humans. There are humans everywhere outside, so dating is allowed. Ian said this is to promote cultural exchange between the celestial realm and the human realm!"

Madison's tone carried a hint of guilt.

It is obvious that they are falsely conveying an imperial edict.

She did this mainly because she wanted to see what a Nephalem looked like.

"nonsense!"

Michael suddenly looked up.

His golden pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to continue his tirade, but Madison's phone rang. It was her parents. After arranging accommodations for the angels, she flew away while answering the phone.

Yes.

It flew away.

Just as Michael was about to lose his temper, Madison had already mounted his lamppost and soared into the night sky like Harry Potter riding a broomstick.

In ancient times, witches rode brooms; now, witches ride lampposts. Isn't this keeping up with the times? Michael stood there, so angry that the wings hidden within his body trembled.

"Nephalem must never be born! That would be the beginning of disaster!" He turned to the angels and solemnly warned them. The angels nodded seriously and all said they would never make such a grave mistake.

Holding their room keys, they began to try to experience human life and returned to their assigned dormitories. Only Michael, who was holding the room key for the group leader's private room, did not move.

In the dead of night.

The archangel sat alone on the rooftop of the apartment building.

He certainly wasn't going to jump off the building.

But he was still somewhat unwilling to accept it.

"Father, great Lord, what do you want from us?" Michael's wings were revealed, but the once pure white feathers were now unusually dull.

It flapped its wings twice.

Michael realized that he could no longer even fly using them.

"Uriel! If you can hear me, please pull me up." Michael looked up at the starry sky, trying to find the direction of heaven, and prayed to his brother in his heart.

The night breeze blew by, but there was no response.

Only the exclamation of an angel came from downstairs.

"I boiled some water, and after the water was boiled, the kettle made a sound like a whistle praising the savior angels?" Clearly, the new-age technology has somewhat surprised the angels from heaven.

This is the commotion.

This made Michael feel extremely upset once again.

"Uriel! I call upon you in the name of my brother! Answer me!" The wind blew across his tattered wings and ruffled his broken armor as he prayed again and again.

It was as if that was his last hope.

“Uriel… as long as I can return to Heaven, I can find a way to regain my power. Take me back quickly, otherwise Lucifer might take this opportunity to seize control of Heaven.”

Michael's voice pierced through the clouds.

no respond.

Only the sound of the wind and the hushed conversations of the angels in the distance could be heard.

"Has Uriel also lost his glory?"

Michael covered his face with his fingers, beginning to wonder if even his own brother had been kicked out of Heaven and could no longer hear his prayers.

however.

Is this really the case?

In a place beyond Michael's sight, in Heaven, it was not as desolate as he had imagined. Uriel, who was there, did indeed hear his brother's prayers.

only.

His response was not the one Michael had expected. The cherubim of Heaven, after surveying the Earth, appeared as if possessed by an evil spirit.

He heard Michael's prayer.

He heard it perfectly clearly.

But he didn't respond; instead, he started acting frantically.

He dragged in heavy metal chains and tightly bound the gates of heaven leading to the human world; he sealed the runes on the gates with sacred fire, and even used his own blood to draw forbidden spells.

Completely block the passage.

Uriel is not incapable of saving Michael.

He dared not save her.

He knew that Michael had been abandoned by God.

Any attempt to establish contact with the fallen is considered rebellious.

“Great Lord, my beloved Father,” Uriel’s voice trembled as he prayed, “I swear I have never been disloyal to you! Michael’s fall has nothing to do with me!”

The cherubim activated his wisdom. While praying, he frantically piled things behind the gates of Heaven: the Ark of the Covenant, an altar, and even several statues of cherubim.

He blocked them all at the doorway.

It's as if they're afraid they might accidentally fall out of heaven.

This guy was frantically professing his loyalty to God, constantly denouncing Michael for being too depraved, saying that brotherhood was nothing compared to his ability to remain in Heaven.

of course.

In Uriel's own view.

He was obeying the will of the Lord.

However, the wind blows from afar, carrying whispers that do not belong to this world. Within the high walls of heaven, perhaps there are no longer boundaries between loyalty and betrayal.

“Father, I am your most faithful servant, and my loyalty to you has never wavered. Michael is no longer the guardian of Heaven, and I certainly will not answer his prayers.”

"You can rest assured."

Just as Uriel was praying frantically, unbeknownst to him, a crow silently landed on the window frame above him, staring at him for a long time before letting out a somewhat grating laugh.

"Gagagagagagagaga~"

A piercing cawing of crows suddenly rang out.

The raven's blood-red eyes stared mockingly at Uriel.

"Get out of here! Lucifer's spy!"

Uriel looked up abruptly, his expression changing drastically. He roared and waved his arms, trying to scare the crow away, not daring to use his strength, fearing that his power would diminish with each use.

The crow flapped its wings and took flight.

But it paused for a moment in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar and mocking voice came from its mouth.

"I absolutely love this scene."

It is Lucifer Morning Star.

He didn't choose to invade Heaven; instead, he chose to mock it. At this moment, Lucifer was sitting in a corner of the Bar of Light, holding a small raven doll in his hands.

It's like talking to a crow doll on the phone.

The background music in the bar consisted of deafening explosions mixed with electronic music.

"Uriel, come listen to the new music in my bar!"

As Lucifer drank, he grinned mischievously and brought the plush toy close to the speaker. "Bang bang bang~ Isn't the rhythm great? A bunch of humans will be using this to dance tomorrow night!"

His voice was full of schadenfreude.

In heaven.

Uriel's face turned ashen upon hearing the noise through the eerie crows—he realized it wasn't electronic music at all, but a recording of the Holy City's explosion!

It was arranged into a really, really upbeat song!

"Give my regards to Michael. Oh, I almost forgot, he can't hear my greetings anymore. He's on a rooftop now, licking his wounds in self-pity."