My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Perhaps we could bask him, Yellow Sun. Didn't you say, sir, that if you basked Superman he'd regain his powers?"

Raven came up with what seemed to be a better idea.

"Unfortunately it's night now, and it's too late."

Eric shook his head, Superman is dead, this is an unchangeable fact.

But Raven still didn't give up, "There is another way. Although I can't cast high-level magic in this world, it seems that all communication channels with the world outside the barrier are closed, but... I still remember A purification magic that Father Aza taught me."

"Purification?"

"Yes, this is more like a healing technique. I can achieve the purpose of healing by absorbing the pain of others. Although I will bear the same pain myself, I can recover on my own in a short time. You know, sir, this is My ability."

The more she said, the brighter her eyes became, "I also have a magic control ability to control demons who are weaker than myself. I can create zombies from dead bodies. This is the memory engraved in my mind by the Sangong Demon. I have never used this. ability."

Raven stared at the Son of Kryptonian who had lost his heartbeat and breathing in Eric's arms, "I think, I can combine these two abilities to create a new kind of magic, absorb the dead energy in his body, and make the Son of Kryptonian The corpse will not rot again, giving him the incomparability of a zombie."

"But what about his soul?"

Although Eric thinks it's a good idea, creating a walking dead Kryptonian doesn't do much good.

"The soul in his body has not completely dissipated. Although it is already thin, there is still a trace of the will to live. I can pull it out, and then..."

She glanced at the steel-bone head hanging on the horse's back.

"Combined with Mr. Cyborg's quantum computer mind, the Son of Krypton could be reborn, at least with a consciousness."

Eric thinks this is a bit whimsical!

A trace of the consciousness of the son of Kryptonian combined with the residual consciousness in the brain of the steel-framed quantum computer, whose soul is created in this way?

Cyborg or Son of Kryptonian?

What is the creature that was created,

Superman or Cyborg Superman?

"This... In this way, is he still himself?"

Eric expressed his concerns.

Raven tilted his head and thought for a while, "The son of Kryptonian is just a baby. His soul is easy to shape. Although it may be damaged, most of the soul is still himself. I think... this It’s also a way to keep him alive!”

Eric thought for a while and felt that this might be the only solution, so he agreed to Raven's suggestion.

After handing the Kryptonian son in her arms to Raven, she had an embarrassed expression, "I can't cast such advanced magic now, maybe I have to wait until the magic in this world recovers...but I can Keep the trace of consciousness in his mind, through perception and then transfer it to the brain of the quantum computer of the steel bone."

Raven made a promise to Eric.

"Then what about the corpse?"

Eric didn't have the magical storage space that could be stuffed into a truck like his time-traveling predecessors, and faced with a small baby, he fell into the trouble of how to carry it.

"I can inject some of my magic power. Although the magic power has been reduced a lot, my soul energy will continue to produce subtle magic power, which can help the corpse of the son of Kryptonian to remain in its original state."

Raven suggested that he should inject magic power first, then place the baby in the spaceship and bury it on the spot.

In this way, after everything is resolved, we will dig out the son of Kryptonian and resurrect him.

Eric thought for a while and accepted the suggestion.

Deliver the Son of Kryptonian to Raven, who infuses him with her own magic to prevent further decay of the corpse. And withdrew the consciousness, injected it into the skull of the steel bone.

Then put it into the spaceship cabin, dig the soil and bury it.

By the time everything was done, it was already late at night.

After wiping off his sweat, Eric carried the clown's lantern and returned to the resting place with Raven.

the next day.

Accompanied by the early morning mist, the two headed towards the Burning Plain again.

Just passing by the cabin of the spacecraft that was buried last night, I saw a tall figure with beard standing there, staring at the freshly excavated soil.

He wears a Superman uniform, with a bold S logo on the chest, and a crumpled yellow jacket over it.

In addition to the vicissitudes of life on the face, it is very similar to the image of Superman in the comics!

"Clark Kent?"

Eric looked at the image of Superman in the mist and shouted in surprise.

Things are getting more and more complicated. Not only is there a spaceship carrying a little superman that fell to the ground, but also a legendary dead superman appeared in this desolate last days.

"How...how is it possible? Isn't Superman dead?"

Raven was also very surprised, she stared, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"I'm surprised too! Bat, our Superman has been resurrected. There is nothing more interesting than this. Shall we have a party and a grand celebration?"

The clown in the lantern excitedly made a suggestion.

"Batman?"

He walked towards Eric, his voice was cold and colorless.

"I'm Batman, you're Clark Kent?"

Superman didn't answer Eric's question directly, turned around and walked forward, "Come with me!"

He seemed to be inviting Eric to go somewhere with him.

"Where are you going?"

Eric was a little taken aback by Superman's inexplicable behavior.

"My home..."

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In this way, Superman walked along the plain with Eric and Raven.

"I think he's weird!"

Raven whispered to Eric.

"What's wrong?"

Raven frowned, "I can't say, it just feels different from the Superman I imagined, and also different from normal people, like this..."

She shouted to Superman walking in the front: "Mr. Superman, why are you still alive, I remember you have sacrificed?"

As if Superman didn't hear her, his pace didn't slow down at all, and he didn't respond to her.

"Look, that's it, sir. I remember you saying that Superman is a good talker, and he wouldn't be so rude."

Raven shrugged.

Eric nodded, "It's really not like Superman, it's more like his clone or some kind of mechanical body. Miriam, can you feel his emotions?"

"this......"

Miriam stuck out her tongue, "I've always thought it's not a good thing to pry into other people's feelings, so I never used this ability on Superman."

"Then try it now."

Raven felt a little embarrassed, "Won't this... won't make Mr. Superman unhappy?"

"No, he's not that kind of person."

"All right."

With Eric's assurance, Raven quietly used emotional perception on Superman.