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Zombie Superman.
He—no, perhaps now he should be called "it"—stood hunched over in the open space of the sewage treatment plant. His blue uniform was completely torn apart by flesh that grew like cancer cells, revealing the grayish-green skin beneath. The muscles that once brought comfort to countless people were now twisted into terrifying lumps.
"Clark, what should we do? Where's Bruce?" Diana had already triggered a long-buried psychological trauma in her heart during one round of fighting.
Kill me! Now!
Zombie Superman roared to the sky, unleashing a devastating storm of fel energy that caused buildings to collapse and the sky to tear apart.
His body was undergoing a visible transformation at an extremely rapid pace. His two arms were convulsing and swelling as if in spasm, and the bones inside were making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound that made the entire suburban area tremble.
Kill me!
Amidst the roar.
Many of the bones inside Zombie Superman's body were protruding wildly, his skin was turning into an obsidian-like shell, and dark energy was surging in his chest—within the Kryptonian genes, the curse of Doomsday was devouring him.
Maybe it's more than that.
Unbeknownst to anyone.
An older, more malevolent force is resurrecting itself.
Chapter 120 The True Darkened Superman! Who is Doomsday?
The mountain breeze swept through the treetops.
A few yellow leaves curled up, carrying the chill of early autumn.
The forest should be quiet at dawn.
However, the frantic roars in the distance and the overwhelming fel storm illuminated the sky with a deep green, making everything seem as if it had been filtered through a terrifying lens.
After bringing his family to the safe hilltop, Superman quickly returned, leaving Lois and Ian behind, though they now appear to be in slightly different states.
Ian was the son who was thrown directly to the ground.
Louise, on the other hand, was gently placed on a tree stump as his wife.
“I strongly protest this discrimination.” Ian lay sprawled on the ground, his face pressed against the damp moss, the unique scent of soil mixed with humus filling his nostrils.
"Why do I always get grabbed by the back of the neck, while Mom gets held gently in her arms?" Ian spat out the grass clippings in his mouth and turned to look at the tree stump ten feet away.
His mother, Louise Lane, was sitting quietly on that oak stump.
He was holding the orange cat in his arms, the one that always stole his sandwiches.
"Maybe it's because we were married?" Louise scratched the orange cat's chin and blinked—Mom's hair was still perfectly styled, and she looked incredibly dignified.
“I could… okay, I can’t.” Ian stopped his subconscious rant and instead launched into the full-fledged answer, “This is blatant discrimination!”
"What era are we living in! Why is there still discrimination against America! When will children be treated the same as adults?" Ian escalated the issue to the point that children need their own anti-discrimination laws. Louise was already used to his grandstanding style.
After all, both Clark and she were journalists.
Ian isn't the only one in the family who likes to make a big fuss.
“If you prefer the treatment Jordan gets, I can have your dad grab your ankle next time and then lift you up in his hand and fly,” Louise offered her mother’s suggestion.
"Like catching chicks?"
Ian raised his eyebrows.
They almost reached his hairline.
“To be precise, they’re chicks that are about to be caught and plucked in the kitchen.” Louise displayed her adjectives as an excellent journalist, and her words made Ian swallow hard.
"Then forget it. I suddenly think being a kitten is pretty good. I guess Dad's favorite son is still me!" Ian didn't know what Jordan had done to make his father so angry.
really.
Second brother is still second brother.
He always liked to cause trouble more than his third brother. To show that he was the best boy, Ian even went up to Louise and gave her a light shoulder massage.
"You should have time to tell me what happened now, right?" Louise looked at the strange phenomenon in the distance; her mood wasn't actually that good.
The eerie screams from the sewage treatment plant could still be heard here. Things were happening very quickly, and Louise, who had been working overtime, was still a little dazed.
"What's with that Clark who's about to mutate? And those two legs you've tucked under your armpits..." She hadn't understood what had happened since she left the newspaper office.
“Uncle Barry is still alive. This isn’t Uncle Barry’s leg; it’s a gift from the Speed Force—the Speed Force Iron has a crush on me.” Ian recounted how he found the wild Flash and brought him home.
There are some modifiers.
not much.
It's only about 30,000 to 50,000 words.
"You mean, you and Jordan teamed up, brothers, to stop a major villain called 'Reverse-Flash' from killing the Flash? And this 'Reverse-Flash' is actually a major villain from another universe?"
Louise probably understood what had happened at home while she was working overtime; she had long since developed an ear that could automatically filter out Ian's embellishments.
"Yes, that's it."
Ian chose to share the credit with Jordan.
great.
Needless to say.
He has always been such a gentle person.
"That Clark is from a parallel universe, right? Unlike the two clones you had before? That Clark is the original form of the clones?"
Louise gradually figured out the ins and outs of the matter.
"Yes, it was all a Luthor conspiracy, but a Luthor from another parallel universe... He and the vampire with fake breasts we encountered might be in cahoots."
Ian doesn't actually have a clear understanding of the whole picture.
Even though he could draw upon the minds of the Asgardians and the Sorcerer Supreme, the amount of information he controlled was still quite limited. The clues he could gather only allowed him to discern that a conspiracy was brewing.
"It's Luther again, Luther, Luther... I'm not surprised at all." Louise sighed. After so many years of marriage with Clark, she had long been used to this man who was even more of a third party than a third party himself.
"The nemesis is like this: Luthor is Dad's nemesis." After being enlightened by his benefactor Lucifer, Ian already had a deeper understanding of the destiny of the DC universe.
"I know."
Louise didn't seem surprised by this statement; she was just very worried. "This time, the situation seems different from before, and I realize there's a very serious problem."
have to say.
A woman's intuition is indeed very accurate.
"The problem is indeed quite serious. If my super eyes are not mistaken and my super brain is not wrong in its analysis, that fake father should be turning into Doomsday."
Ian looked up and gazed into the distance.
In the pitch-black night sky, two scarlet-green energy rays tore through the clouds, accompanied by a deafening roar. The entire sky began to twist and burn, tinged with an eerie, malevolent hue.
It was like a nightmare descending upon the world.
"What? Doomsday!?" Louise stood up abruptly, her voice trembling slightly with belated shock, and even the orange cat in her arms fell to the ground.
Of course she knew the name.
It was a past that, even after many years, still haunts the memory. The Justice League had faced annihilation more than once, but the Doomsday invasion was the one Lois found most unforgettable.
"No way, Doomsday, I remember it as a huge one, over ten meters tall, just like the one you imagine yourself to be." Louise was a mother who liked to peek into her little boy's diary.
But it's okay.
Ian's purpose in writing the diary was to let others read it secretly; people who don't like others reading their diaries wouldn't write one. In this instance, Mom simply fell into Ian's trap.
Ian continues to win.
He believed that if his mother continued to peek, one day she would definitely not be able to tell the difference between him and Ultraman Tiga, and perhaps the same would happen when archaeologists in later generations found his diary.
Faced with my mom's endless chatter.
Ian pretended not to realize anything.
"Just like adults and children, Doomsday also has a Great Doomsday, a Small Doomsday, and a Super Doomsday," Ian explained to Louise using his peculiar analogy.
Doomsday is a nightmare etched into the genes of Kryptonians.
They will awaken under certain specific circumstances.
Some speculate that this is an inevitable consequence of developing biotechnology, while others believe that behind the Kryptonians' immense power lies a portion of their genetic code belonging to the ancient Doomsday.
Because Krypton has been destroyed.
No one can say for sure what the real answer is.
The only thing that is certain is that Doomsday was truly powerful.
Although the individual that becomes Doomsday will be defeated and killed in battle, it can still be resurrected and evolved, constantly overcoming its weaknesses to become a more perfect creature.
"No wonder the Justice League almost failed when they went all out before..." This was the first time Louise had learned about Doomsday in such detail, and the more she listened, the more terrified she became.
"But that fake Clark doesn't seem that big, does he? He shouldn't be that strong?" Louise asked with a glimmer of hope, which was what she was praying for.
After all, the last time we saw Doomsday...
Louise has almost completely lost Clark.
The same goes for Earth.
No one who comes here would want to see the old story repeat itself.
“It’s hard to say. Doomsdays do have varying degrees of strength, but this Doomsday is different; it has fel energy.” Ian could sense the fel energy in the air.
They're already so far apart.
God knows how much evil energy was injected into that zombie superman.
"Fel energy?"
Louise didn't know what it was.
However, this did not stop her heart from leaping into her throat again.
His expression grew increasingly worried.
"Don't worry, if there's fel energy, then I'll definitely be involved. After all, this is my story." Ian trusted the high-dimensional bigwig's judgment. He remembered that Miss Death had said that she also had her own unique story.