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

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The battle between the two giant beasts grew increasingly fierce, reaching a point of close combat. Although the purple giant was very strong, it gradually found itself at a disadvantage as the battle continued.

Even flesh and blood bodies that feed on life force are no longer viable. In the first few minutes, Doomsday created a body capable of defending against plundering.

That's what makes her terrifying: she's immortal and indestructible. No matter what kind of attack she's attacked, it's only effective the first time. The second time, she develops resistance, and the longer the attack lasts, the stronger the resistance becomes, until she's completely invincible.

Even the ability of the Gu demon to feed on life has been ruled out, so what in the world can destroy it?

"Failed."

Looking at the purple giant ravaged by the apocalypse, Lex Luthor clenched his fists, his heart filled with resentment, admiration, and...

"Legendary monsters are indeed unique, but they are not without their merits."

Avio 5.8's eyes lit up: "You have his flesh and blood."

"When have I ever broken my promise?"

"Great."

Aveo rubbed his hands excitedly: "With the doomsday gene, our research can take a giant leap forward. Next time, we will definitely be able to create a super monster that will shock the world."

Lex Luther corrected.

"I don't want monsters, I want soldiers who obey orders. Listen, research is fine, but never replicate a monstrosity like Doomsday."

Aveo spread his hands: "You're the boss, you can say whatever you want, but..." He paused, then pointed helplessly ahead: "What do we do with this guy?"

Lex Luthor blushed, unsure how to respond.

He was full of confidence before he came in, and it turned out that the purple giant was his most powerful trump card.

Will the Earth really be destroyed because of this?

Lex Rudd frowned nervously, his expression even more serious than it seemed.

Chapter 1665 The Initial State

One week after the Battle of New York.

A third of the city collapsed in the fierce battle between Xu Fu and Mungo, and the smoke of battle filled the entire city. This time, even if Mungo was still in power, he could not keep it a secret. The news of the great battle was transmitted from the news bulletin to every corner of the earth in just one day through the high-speed fiber optic network.

everybody knows

But this was merely an appetizer before the real bomb was dropped. Just as people were reeling from the reappearance of Superman, who had vanished for six years, and his destruction of half the world's cities in his former glory, a truly horrifying piece of news exploded in the newspapers like an atomic bomb. According to verified information provided by anonymous sources, the world government had been secretly ruled by an alien tyrant for five years, during which time all government decrees and decisions were made according to the aliens' wishes.

This anonymous source also provided a wealth of verifiable evidence, including data logs, video footage, and written reports—virtually everything—revealing the government's secret smuggling of resources and even people to a planet called the World of War over the past few years. The anger of people worldwide was transformed into a weapon of public opinion against the federal government; now, the tyrant Mongo has been defeated, and the World Federation government collapsed without a doubt within a week.

In an instant, human society returned to its original state. Nations bound by unified governments disintegrated and quickly re-established their own regimes. Of course, more than half of these nations would once again face conflicts of power struggles. The disappearance of unified regimes strained relations between countless nations that had previously been hostile to each other, and tensions rose between countries, with the smell of gunpowder returning to many corners of the earth within a single week.

This is humanity's consistent pattern of constant struggle. Once external checks and balances disappear, they are unwilling to maintain this false peace, not even for half a second. They fight for power among themselves, while simultaneously vying with their neighbors for resources and land. In a way, perhaps Mongo did some good; at least under his puppet government, this scarred blue planet enjoyed five years of peace.

The biggest change was that Superman was back on the front page of the Daily Planet. Superman revealed the unknown truth about the World Government and took the initiative to overthrow the rule of Mongko, instantly becoming the topic of conversation in the world's media. "He's back. The Savior will never forget us." This striking headline was printed in bold on the most prominent position on the front page of the Daily Planet, silently proclaiming to everyone.

Planet Six, a week after the great battle, in a plaza in the center of the metropolis.

This was likely the largest gathering in the Metropolitan in years. Almost half the city was packed, the streets overflowing with people—a sight that even the biggest star concerts couldn't match. Red and blue balloons blanketed the sky, almost every one bearing an "S," signifying the sole theme of the evening's celebration...

Superman, the city's hope and pride, is back.

A circle of people crowded around the designated center of the stage. The female host, in a passionate speech, ignited the passion of the audience. Finally, she accurately judged the moment when the crowd's emotions reached their peak, and shouted the name "Superman" loudly. The sound spread like wildfire, like a barrage of fire, eventually converging into a deafening roar across several streets, all shouting the resounding name in unison.

Meanwhile, the savior they were calling for was frantically moving through the emotionally charged crowd, like a grain of sand thrown onto a beach, hard to find.

Mr. Reynolds smiled and patted Xu Fu on the shoulder, whispering in his ear amidst the angry shouts of the crowd, "Keep going, kid, they're all calling for you."

Looking at the almost earth-shattering commotion, Xu Fu felt his heart falter. It seemed ridiculous, but he had never given a public speech on such a large scale before. The closest he had ever come was his high school graduation speech as a student representative, which was completely different from what was happening today.

In fact, he had prepared in advance; Mr. Reynolds had even used his journalistic talent to write a speech for his son and asked him to recite it briefly when he went on stage. But now he's changed his mind.

“Hmm… I’m thinking, maybe I shouldn’t go up there.” Xu Fu hesitated: “Listen, not all superheroes have to face cameras and spotlights, right? Look, Batman never talks to the camera.”

“Silly child,” Mrs. Reynolds laughed, “you know the situation is completely different.”

"Yes I know"

Xu Fu sighed, finally giving up the idea of ​​flying away before his death. Moreover, he knew this might be the beginning of a series of such adventures, and he had better adapt to this kind of life as soon as possible.

After cheering for more than three minutes in the square, the hero everyone had been eagerly awaiting finally appeared. The moment the figure with a red cloak fluttering behind him appeared, the already heated atmosphere reached its peak, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

The host was a short-haired blonde girl who looked quite dejected. When Xu Fu gently landed in front of her, the girl couldn't help but be a little stunned. She opened her mouth, about to greet him, but was so nervous that she couldn't even remember her own name.

Strangely, just two seconds ago, the excited screams from the audience were very loud, but when their "Superman" went on stage to speak, the audience fell silent, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand. Xu Fu couldn't help but wonder if the people in the audience had specially invited actors to cheer him on.

He mentally calculated at lightning speed that there were approximately 5000 pairs of eyes watching him in the square, not counting those too far away to see the scene. He took a deep breath, thankful that his super-brain's memory ability had prevented him from forgetting his words due to nervousness. His next task was to read Mr. Reynolds's prepared speech as loudly and eloquently as possible.

He thought for a moment, then spoke loudly, his voice louder than a microphone: "Citizens of the Metropolis, first of all, I must thank you for your support and enthusiasm. Your support and enthusiasm always inspire me to do the right thing. Thank you."

He paused here. If he had continued reciting his speech verbatim, he could have said a few empty words to reinforce his position, a few practical but very useful remarks. But when he looked into the bright, clear eyes of everyone present, and into their expectations and trust in him, he hesitated.

Xu Fu pondered for a few seconds, then decided that his words wouldn't be inappropriate. He raised his head, looked directly into each of their eyes through his light gold-rimmed glasses, and said, "I haven't had a chance to make this clear before, but I think I should... I'm not Superman, at least not the Superman you know."

A commotion broke out in the quiet square; the news quickly stirred a slight reaction among the people. Xu Fu continued, "But as you can see, I am a Kryptonian just like him. I inherited his cloak, and I want to inherit everything he fought for. If you still agree with my point of view after hearing what I'm about to say, I would be happy to take his place."

The noise in the square gradually subsided, and everyone's ears perked up, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"As we all know, the world has just gone through a long period of darkness, a very long time." Xu Fu said, "But as the old saying goes, no matter how dark it is, dawn will eventually come. Darkness itself is not terrible; what is terrible is that we have lost the belief that dawn will eventually come."

This is exactly what has happened over the past few years. We all, whether ordinary people or former heroes, have at some point forgotten this crucial component, blinding ourselves to the darkness that festered in unseen corners, ultimately giving intruders an opportunity. I bear equal responsibility for this; my narrow-mindedness forced me, like everyone else, to remain in the shadows.

He looked up and sighed, “Superman was one of the brightest beacons in the world, guiding us with hope for years. Since his passing, we seem to have forgotten even what he left us. But the future won’t. I may not be able to do things exactly the way he did, but I will try to do things the way I do. We must rise again, we must rekindle our forgotten hope, take our destiny into our own hands, and stride confidently into each day of the future. Today, as a member of the people of Earth, as a Kryptonian who wants to continue Superman’s legacy, I solemnly appeal to every hero who hears this message: it’s time to rise again, it’s time to emerge from the darkness once more. Some say the age of heroes is over, and that is indeed true. But a new era is about to begin, and it needs you, it needs me, it needs every one of us.”

After saying all that in one breath, Xu Fu felt a great sense of relief, as if his heart had been much lighter. He could hardly believe he had said so much on the spot, but every word came from the bottom of his heart. He saw Mr. Reynolds agree, followed by the first round of applause and then cheers from the crowd.

The pretty short-haired host seemed to finally come to her senses, and she said to Xu Fu, "Thank you, you spoke very well, super... Excuse me, what should I call you?"

"Because...you said you're not Superman, right? So what should I call you?"

Xu Fu scratched his head. "Okay, let me think..."

Chapter 1666 Towards the Future

years ago

People might assume that the greatest encounters in history must be set against a backdrop of significant events, which often bring together extraordinary individuals, just as they do in countless parallel universes and on countless Earths. But here, on this one Earth, things are different.

This encounter, unheard of by most but worthy of being recorded in history, began with a baseball that flew too far.

It was outside a farm in Kansas, where a black luxury sedan had broken down at the edge of a wheat field. Ahead stretched an endless, winding road, and as far as the eye could see, not a soul in sight.

A cool breeze, typical of the suburbs, lazily caressed the wheat fields, causing the golden ears of wheat to droop like ripples on a golden lake. On the other side of the field, several farmhouses appeared, and a sign reading "Kent" hung at the crossroads.

A little boy, dressed in brightly colored sportswear and wearing a baseball cap, chased a baseball that had accidentally veered across a wheat field to the roadside. His small eyes were fixed in amazement on an expensive toy that had crashed into the road. This wasn't surprising: a farm boy rarely had the chance to see such an expensive car.

A middle-aged man was fiddling with his tools behind the hood of a car. He noticed the adorable little boy watching him curiously and smiled kindly at him. The man had a goatee and a kind expression, which gave the farm boy courage. He stepped forward and asked in a soft voice, "Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"No need, thank you, young man." The man smiled. "I already know the problem, it just needs a little time."

The young man nodded, his gaze returning to the car. He carefully examined the exterior, seemingly trying to memorize every detail.

At that moment, he noticed the passenger in the back seat, a young man in a bespoke suit who looked to be about his age, but whose eyes revealed a sadness that seemed out of place for his age.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

The farmer smiled slightly, revealing neat, white teeth. His smile was as bright as the summer sun, as if illuminating the dark corners of the car through the dark brown window.

“Hi.” he said.

The young lord hesitated for a moment, then opened the dark brown windowpane, letting the sunlight from the farmhouse into his small, dark world.

"Hello," he greeted her, but remained expressionless.

The farm boy smiled and held up the baseball in his hand: "Want to play together?"

The person behind the hood looked up, smiled, and said, "I think this is a good idea, Master Bruce. I'm afraid it will take me some time to get this thing working again. You should go and keep this young gentleman company."

The young car owner opened the door, got out, and followed the farm boy carrying a baseball bat, basking in the warm Kansas farm sunshine and refreshing breeze.

That afternoon, they played until late at night, exhausted, and lay side by side on the lush green lawn, watching the sunlight in the clear sky turn from gold to red, until the last rays of the setting sun slanted below the horizon. Strangely, the car was undisturbed all day. The young master's butler leaned leisurely against the car, smiling at his master's furrowed brow, and as if infected by the farmer's spirit, couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.

Superman and Batman, two of the world's greatest legendary figures, have been hailed as "the greatest duo in the world." Many people imagine how the Dark Knight of Gotham City and the Son of Light of Metropolis met, with most assuming it might have started with an alien invasion, an underwater attack, or some other devastating catastrophe. But that's not the case. It actually began with a broken-down car and a baseball that flew too far.

The past is the past. As Bruce watched the new Superman appear on the television screen and deliver a heartfelt speech to people all over the world, he couldn't help but think of that day in Kansas. The scene of that day was like an unforgettable old movie, clearly and deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Thinking of Master Clark, sir?"

The loyal old butler Alfred arrived at the Bat Cave on time, dragging a plate of carefully prepared dinner behind him.

“Look into his eyes, Alfred. He really looks like Clark back then.” Bruce stared at the screen. “Young, innocent, still believing in strangers, believing in the goodness of the world.”

“Then they’d be Superman, sir.” Alfred placed the tray on the Batcomputer control panel. “The world is progressing, and perhaps it’s time for you to leave that moldy cave. Think about it, if Master Clark and Ms. Selena were still here, they would certainly want…”

“There is no hope for the dead, Alfred,” Bruce interrupted him impatiently.

Alfred looked at him for a long time. “Yes, the dead cannot. But the living can. Someone has come to see you, sir.”

After saying that, he retreated. Bruce finally looked up from the computer screen and saw that Helena was already in the cave.

His eyelids twitched, but he said expressionlessly, "Helena."

"Hello." Helena stepped onto the escalator, smiled and nodded to the old butler, who deliberately left the bat cave to give the father and daughter some space.

“I heard you were there,” Bruce asked. “How was it?”

“Not bad,” Helena replied. “And you?”