My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Nothing at all?"

"Yes, I don't feel any emotion from Mr. Superman, he is like a machine."

Raven was also surprised.

"I see."

Eric already basically understood the identity of this "Superman".

Superman walked with Eric and his party for more than an hour, and they came to a place covered with ice and snow.

Only a few rocks are exposed on the surface, and the rest are covered with snow and ice.

Superman continued to remain silent, leading the two to a cave.

Go deep into the interior along the dark cave, and soon find that there is something strange inside.

This is a huge space surrounded by ice.

Surrounded by white ice crystals, the top of the head is illuminated by a bright ice flake.

It's like entering a fantasy world surrounded by ice.

Although it is underground, there is no sense of occlusion or discomfort.

"Although you can't answer, I still want to ask a question."

Eric asked Superman who was walking in the front, "Why are you and your maker hiding under tons of ice caves when the world is on the verge of falling apart?"

Superman didn't speak, and continued to walk forward with steady steps.

"Well, as expected, this is where you brought us, your home?" Eric asked another question.

"Yes, my home."

This time Superman finally spoke.

Following the passage made of ice crystals, we turned a corner and came to a more magical place.

It's hard to imagine such a big and wonderful world under the ice.

The ground is a green meadow with the fragrance of vegetation, and the field stretches as far as the eye can see.

not far away,

There is a red house standing there.

Looking up, it is a blue "sky".

No, that's not really the sky, but a sky made of ice.

The master here has created a paradise world under the ice!

"Farm? Why is there a farm here? I... I don't quite understand."

Shocked, Raven stammered and asked Superman.

Superman didn't answer her, as expected.

"Did you dig all this? Mr. Superman, have you been waiting below? What is the reason?"

She was not unhappy because of Superman's ignorance, but instead turned into a curious baby, catching Superman and asking non-stop.

When Superman led the two into the little red house, Raven was still pestering Superman to ask questions.

"He can't answer any of your questions because he's not the Superman you'd expect."

A voice came from above the second floor in the room.

The two looked up and found that it was a skinny bald man wearing a Superman T-shirt and a white coat.

"Who are you......"

"Luthor, Lex Luthor, Batman from another world, nice to meet you, this is the only lucky thing I have encountered in the few boring days."

The old man named Luther greeted Eric.

"Lex Luthor?"

Eric muttered in a low voice, he was a little afraid to connect the haggard old man with sunken cheeks with the high-spirited business tycoon and Superman's biggest opponent.

"Yes, don't you believe it? I can't believe that I can live until now, but the world is so crazy and unpredictable, and I dragged my tired body to live until now."

He came down the creaking stairs.

"So, the Superman just now was...?"

Eric asked a question about Superman.

"Yes, you guessed it, it seems that no matter what world you are in, the guy who plays Batman is always smart. Come here, guests, I want to show you some things from my collection."

He motioned for Eric and Raven to come with him.

Passing through the farm, several people entered a storage warehouse.

The things in the warehouse surprised Eric and Raven!

It's full of all kinds of Supermen!

Dozens of supermen, big and small, wearing different uniforms, stood in the warehouse, like various mannequins in the exhibition hall.

Some are still in production, the head has not been installed, and only the mechanical skeleton remains.

"This...is this all the Superman you made?"

Raven covered his mouth, looking at so many mechanical supermen, his eyes widened.

"I didn't do this alone. Clark Kent also participated in the production of Superman's mechanical body. The one that picked you up is the old one. Superman used it to fool others into believing that he is not Kent."

"And now these are the prototypes that have been adjusted by me."

Lex showed the two of them around, explaining.

Eric, who was on the side, finally got the answer to one of the biggest questions in his heart.

Why Lex Luthor has been deliberately trying to kill Superman, jealousy and distrust are secondary, and the main reason is probably to destroy if he can't get it.

Otherwise, who would a normal person put a bunch of figurines of old enemies in his warehouse.

Speaking of which, Superman's adoptive mother once said that Clark likes people with the abbreviation "L.L", such as his first love Lana Blue when he was a child, later his official partner Louise Lena, and now Lex Luthor.. ....

It's really scary to think about it!

Eric shuddered and immediately stopped this boring thought.

Lex, who had no idea of ​​Eric's thoughts, continued to introduce him: "They are made of organic tissues injected with Kryptonian cells. They are not a star and a half away from Superman's power, but every time I see them... ...reminds me of why I did it.”

"What's the original intention?"

Eric asked Lex while stretching out his hand to pull the facial muscles of the Superman figurine.

"Bring him back, of course."

There was a smile on Lex's face, "Actually, he may come back every moment in the future. Come here, do you want to see it?"

He couldn't wait to show Eric his work.

Maybe he had been alone in the ground for a long time, and he became more and more frantic when he talked.

"Come on, bat, come on! Come see what I've done. I've spent years working on algorithms to make my vision almost come true."

A crazy look appeared on his face, he wanted to take Eric and Raven to visit his working place.

He walked quickly, left the warehouse, and ran towards the little red house.

"Mr. Lex Luthor also seems a little abnormal."

Raven looked at the back of Luther who was going away, and muttered softly.

"It is understandable that he stayed here alone for several years. The loneliness and despair would almost destroy a person's mind."

Eric touched Raven's hair, "It's normal to see someone appearing, and the tone and expression become a little crazy."

"I don't think he's an old enemy of Superman."

As Raven walked, he analyzed: "There are so many Superman models in the warehouse, he should be a fan of Superman, Mr. Eric, what do you think?"