American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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“Violation?” Clark raised his voice unconsciously, as if the mere mention of Luther easily ignited his anger. “He tried to kill me, and many times! Sometimes he almost succeeded.”

Lana tilted her head, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

“People change, Clark,” she whispered.

“But some people won’t,” Clark insisted, “like Luther.”

“But I’m not talking about Lex,” she said with a wry smile. “I’m talking about myself, Clark. Maybe I’ve changed.”

Clark was stunned. He looked directly into Lana's pale blue eyes, and after a moment said seriously, "I know you, Lana."

“Me,” Lana corrected him, then sighed helplessly, “Whether you’re dead or have amnesia, you’ve been gone for six years, Clark. Six years is enough time for a person to change drastically, enough time for a good person to become less,” she hesitated for a moment, seemingly choosing her words carefully, “pure.”

"but..."

"We're engaged, Clark."

Clark was about to say something, but swallowed it back after hearing this. He stared at Lana, his expression one of disbelief, for a moment, then asked, "What did you say? What did you say?"

“I told you we’re engaged, Lex and I,” Lana replied. “I won’t change my plans.”

Chapter 1763 Examination of Cultural Relics?

Christmas has passed, and the new semester has begun. During his first week back at school, Xu Fu switched into "good student mode" with maximum efficiency, mastering almost all the subjects for the semester on the very first day. This meant that he only needed to wander around and doze off during all his classes this semester.

The first week was quite peaceful. Life on campus was at a leisurely pace, neither too fast nor too slow. Apart from that, Xu Fu's life as the new Superman could be described as "leisurely."

At the end of the week, he caught a group of speeding car thieves and, in a seemingly unoriginal move, even stopped a sports car with malfunctioning brakes by setting up a roadblock late at night. On another occasion, a maglev train went out of control, and he accidentally bumped into Superman, who was also on the road. Superman politely gave the rookie a chance to "go home," watching from the air with his arms crossed, and then offered Xu Fu a few words of encouragement.

Nothing special, just everyday life in a metropolis.

If there's anything worth mentioning, it's that during Wednesday lunch, a girl tried to seduce him in the cafeteria.

In fact, she was a rather beautiful girl, with an oval face, fair skin, wavy red hair, and a very fashionable outfit. She was the kind of "beautiful girl who would often attract attention in college," Xu Fu was certain that in his previous life, he would have been very happy if such a girl had shown him even the slightest interest.

Unfortunately, this situation no longer exists.

The girl said her name was Daisy and that she and Xu Fu were classmates in the third grade. She asked if he remembered her. Xu Fu shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't remember."... He lied; he remembered her vividly.

But the girl didn't give up. She always managed to find topics to talk about, from school issues to social news, all as if she had done her homework. Later, when she saw that Xu Fu's plate was almost empty, she promptly invited him to watch her dance performance the following week.

"Sorry, I have other plans. Let's do it another day." Xu Fu finished his lunch quickly and stood up. "Have a nice day."

At first, Xu Fu was a little unaccustomed to these "sudden events," but recently he has become more and more used to them. Over the course of a semester, the number of girls who are interested in him could fill a train car, but he pretends not to know.

But so what? As always, what people see of Xu Fu is merely a microcosm of him; he seems omnipotent and omniscient, and in his hands, everything becomes infinitely simple. He is a perfect silhouette, seemingly born superior to others.

Those who look up think standing so high is cool and grand, but the person standing there only feels indifference and loneliness. Because you're the only one standing there, girls might think they like you, but in reality, this feeling is just longing, like a fan chasing after a celebrity. Fans are fervent in their pursuit of their idols, but they can never truly connect with them on a deeper level.

Xu Fu considers himself very lucky; he feels far less lonely now than he did in the past six years. Besides Kara, who lives far away in Nacional, he now has a roommate who keeps him company for a week. Xu Fu used to get along well with Mike Marcus, thanks to his personality and extremely easygoing nature. Now, Mike has acquired a green ring of unknown origin and is considered his peer and comrade, which undoubtedly facilitates their social interactions.

After the last class on Friday, Xu Fu returned to his dormitory and saw the new generation of Lighthouse students panting heavily, slumped over their desks, looking like they were about to die.

This is not surprising. Xu Fu calmly put down his schoolbag, went to the bathroom to wash his face, poured himself a glass of water, and then sat quietly on the bed next to Mike.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" he asked, taking a sip of water. Of course, this was just a routine matter; he knew without asking that the culprit behind his roommate's aches and pains was the textbook lying in front of him, its wet pages telling him that Mike had been drooling over it the whole time.

Mike struggled to raise his hand, fingers spread, palm facing the sky, his hand trembling uncontrollably, like a dying man in a movie expressing his final longing for the blue sky.

“I…I tried my best…” he said breathlessly, “This course is just…too difficult…I think I’m going to fail again this semester.”

“Cheer up, buddy,” Xu Fu patted him on the shoulder. “It’s not that hard. The exam is actually quite simple. You just need to do more practice questions and realize that this is…”

Mike, who was slumped over the table, nervously turned his head, rolled his eyes, and turned to Xu Fu: "Is this how you study?"

“...No.” Xu Fu said honestly, “I can solve the Riemann mystery by flipping through a few books.”

"What the hell is going on? Never mind, don't tell me, I don't want to know." Mike sighed, complaining, "So you guys with supercomputer-level brains can't understand the suffering of us mortals..."

“But most ordinary people can handle the exam.” Xu Fu shrugged, then naively added, “Besides, your analogy isn’t quite right; even a supercomputer can’t compare to my brain…”

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"Step aside!"

Mike sat down and reluctantly pressed the start button on the computer.

Xu Fu raised an eyebrow. "Oh, do you have any ideas?"

“No, I refuse treatment.” Mike snorted softly. “I’ve decided to play a few rounds of Call of Duty first.”

"Don't give up so easily," Xu Fu said, feeling he couldn't just watch his roommate give up. "Think about it carefully, you're a Green Lantern, you can take the district exam..."

Mike's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

"Damn, that makes sense! You're right."

This time, Xu Fu was a little shocked: he hadn't even started his speech yet, so why was this guy reacting so strongly? Could it be that the words "Green Lantern" had really left a deep impression on him, making him determined to study hard?

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Subsequent events quickly proved that he did care about his roommate.

Mike activated the halo in his hand and began to search the knowledge stored within it. He discovered that the halo's capabilities exceeded everyone's expectations. It told its master that its system stored knowledge and information about all known civilizations across 3,600 sectors of the universe. Mike was eager to try it out: he quickly opened a book, picked up a quill, and commanded the halo to try and solve his problem. He found that the halo didn't need half a second to think; it immediately provided a complete answer.

Mike looked at the sparkling green ring and exclaimed happily, "Ha! I've hit the jackpot! I'll never have to worry about exams again!"

Xu Fu couldn't help but cover his face. This guy was carrying a divine weapon that was said to be the most powerful weapon in the universe, and he actually used it to cheat on the exam... I really wonder what the other Green Lanterns would think if they knew.

He was still trying to convince himself: "But the knowledge stored in your ring... isn't that knowledge you've actually learned? What if... the power runs out during the exam?"

"Impossible!" Mike said confidently. He pointed to the sky, and a blue crack appeared in the void, from which a green light rose.

"Look, it has a built-in power bank!" he said with a smile. "The ring can help me open the subspace anytime, so I can charge it while I'm walking!"

Damn, isn't this convenient? This thing is way more convenient than a phone charger.

Xu Fu still didn't give up: "If one day you stop wearing a ring..."

"No ring? Why would I do that?" Mike looked incredulous. "From now on, I'm never taking it off again."

Chapter 1764 Strange Visitor

The light from incandescent bulbs illuminated a long, metal-clad corridor, the dim and somber atmosphere extending along the corridor to every room along the way whose purpose was unknown.

As night fell, most staff members left early to go home. The vast building was shrouded in shadow and silence, a sinister atmosphere permeating the corridors. David Doz sat at his desk, completely absorbed in playing chess on his computer against an opponent on the other end of the network. The two players were evenly matched, as if facing equally matched opponents.

Until Joseph, his colleague from the downstairs office, walked in and patted him on the shoulder: "Time to go, buddy, office hours are over."

"Wait a little longer." David didn't turn around; his attention remained completely focused on the chessboard on the screen. "I'm about to win."

He wasn't mistaken. A few minutes later, the word "Failure" appeared in bright red on the screen, as if mocking him.

David angrily shut down the game. "See? It's all your fault. I could have won."

Joseph, with his hands behind his back, exhaled a ring of smoke: "Alright, alright, it's my fault. How about I buy you a drink as compensation?"

"Deal," David said, already changing his clothes.

"Hurry up..." Joseph tightened the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at his watch, and said, "The subway will be closing soon, but we can still catch the last train."

"What's the rush? There's still plenty of time."

“But I still have to go to the gift shop to buy my daughter a doll.” Joseph took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled through his nose. “She’s been asking for the new Superman doll behind the display case for days. I promised to buy her one when I get back today.”

“Ha, kids these days all like it.” David laughed, paused, and then added, “Maybe adults like it too.”

“They can’t see the truth and potential dangers behind these glorious heroes. That’s exactly what our department is responsible for.”

David's expression hardened with a hint of sarcasm: "You really think so?"

Joseph, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, thought for a long time.

“What I think doesn’t matter, does it?” he concluded. “We’re just two cogs in this massive department; we’re insignificant. The decisions are made by the big shots at the top… Ugh, I’ve never understood why Metropolis needs a department right under the noses of those two supermen! Who knows what they’ll think? What if they find out we’re hiding something here? What if we anger them? Who can afford the consequences?”

“Wait, wait, wait, buddy,” David hurriedly stopped him, “Don’t let anyone hear this. Keep these words in your head and don’t let them get out.”

“You’re right, I got a little too excited.” Joseph sighed softly and stubbed out his cigarette. “Let’s go, or we’ll miss the last bus.”

The two turned off the lights in the office and corridor, and left the floor along a long, dark corridor.

They didn't realize that they weren't alone in this darkness.

After they left, a dark figure immediately leaped onto the ceiling. His black feet landed without a sound, not even a whisper of wind. Like a ghost, he silently and swiftly ran down the corridor until, after three turns, a heavy metal door blocked his path.

This door is directly connected to the internal system of a top-secret government agency, with highly advanced security protocols that would require at least ten minutes to break in. Even then, it would be impossible to intercept the intrusion signal sent by the system to headquarters. This signal would activate an additional defense system hidden behind the door, preventing any intruder from returning.

However, a multi-million dollar door with an almost indestructible system only delayed the black-clad intruder for ten seconds. He skillfully connected the device to the door's system, his fingers deftly manipulating the device on his wrist. In less than ten seconds, the heavy-duty alloy rumbled and slowly drove away in front of him.

The shadowy figure took this for granted: the moment he entered, some system activated, instantly making his silhouette transparent until he gradually disappeared. It was a sophisticated optical camouflage that dynamically adjusted itself based on his movements, ensuring complete invisibility. Thanks to this technology, his figure didn't appear on any of the surveillance cameras along the way.

Then there are temperature sensors, which are spread throughout the rear passageway to prevent intruders from passing through. If a slight change in temperature is detected, an alarm will be triggered, and the intruder will be stopped in front of the protection system, reminiscent of a perimeter fence.

However, this is also ineffective, because the system our intruder designed for his spacesuit can regulate the external temperature to keep it consistent with the ambient temperature, so that even the most sensitive temperature monitor cannot detect the slightest deviation from the normal temperature.

This mysterious intruder had clearly considered every detail. His meticulous and flawless plan made him a ghost, drifting through the facility: there were no images, no sounds, no iron gates, no high-tech defense systems to obstruct him, and no top-secret agency could pass unimpeded. All the government's secrets hidden here were laid bare before him like an open book.

The dark figure slipped into the building's basement and stopped in front of a door marked with a black "S," clearly his target. He then activated the system on his wrist, and a holographic map of the metropolis appeared before him: a red dot with an "S" flashed about two blocks away, and the screen displayed "Target 0.9 miles away."

This means the new Superman is 0.9 miles away. If something serious were to happen at that distance, the child's super senses, even if he were asleep, would wake him up.

Then he'll arrive in the blink of an eye, making you realize what kind of commotion has occurred.

And that's exactly what this strange man in black needs.