My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eric didn't answer the question.

Because the two had arrived at the place where Lex Luthor worked.

The second floor is both his bedroom and his work place.

The large room is well-organized, and there are rows of cabinets and other equipment near the wall.

On the table are several computers with brightly lit monitors.

Several wires are connected to the machinery and equipment on the wall, continuously transmitting information.

"what have you done?"

Eric looked at the surrounding environment and asked him.

"Ah! I used Palmer's white dwarf technique and shrunk down all the black holes I could capture, then I fused them together..."

"That's the best part, and then boil them on an Apocalypse kang."

Lex snapped and manipulated the computer, showing Eric a series of equations.

"This creates a multi-directional space-time wormhole, which is very powerful, isn't it?"

"It's theoretically feasible, but what about practical operation?"

Eric questions Lex's equation.

"you're right!"

He opened the drawer and rummaged through it. "The wormhole speeds up to a level that I can't calculate. This is especially difficult. I can't calculate it at all until..."

He found a crown made of crystal wires connected from a drawer and put it on his head.

"All the solutions, after I use Brainiac's crown, are easily resolved. I can open a small universe portal fifty miles in size."

Lex put on the Brainiac crown, wondering if it was Eric's illusion, and felt that he had become a bit wiser.

He continued, "This would allow me to manipulate the properties of the portals, so that I could just control the trajectory of objects passing through them! Ha, got it?"

"So I did! It means I can bring Superman back to Earth,

Can fix our previous mistakes! "

Lex's tone was full of excitement.

"Correct previous mistakes? Lex Luthor, so, what did you do?"

Eric folded his hands on his chest. Now that he understands Lex's technological achievements, the next thing is to figure out the death of Superman.

"Diana told me that you were responsible for Superman's death, that you directed and controlled everything, right?"

Eric walked up to Lex, who was already very old, and questioned him sharply.

Lex, who was eloquently introducing his scientific and technological achievements, suddenly stopped, lowered his head, and buried his face in his palms.

"I didn't launch a massive attack, Batman, I didn't unleash the Beast of the End. One morning, I just sent him an invitation to meet and have breakfast here."

His voice is no longer the excitement before, only lonely and sad.

"Seconds after I sent it, he came. Do you remember that feeling, Batman? Watching him fly through the sky like it was sculpted by sunlight, and the air was as still as a calm lake."

Lex was indulging in the memories of the past, his eyes became more and more painful, "I...I made him a simple deal. I told him that I would never be his enemy, disband the Legion, as long as He can have a final debate with me—good versus evil before the world."

Eric shook his head slightly when he heard this, and Superman really fell for it.

There is a saying in the world that the truth becomes clearer as it is debated, but the truth must not be debated with the majority.

The Peloponnesian War in ancient Greece fully illustrated this truth. Once a group of people is kidnapped by hatred, or ideology, or gangsters, they are often not rational and full of wisdom. On the contrary, they will drag themselves into the abyss, and everything that does not meet their wishes will be destroyed!

It is absolutely the most stupid thing to submit the truth of fate to the people for trial.

If it was Eric, he would never start a debate match with the people of his motherland. He is full of vigilance against the populism of the West. After all, some people here burn masks on the street during the epidemic and believe that 5G signal towers will bring Come Contagion...

I believe that the people of the motherland will not be willing to compete with him in a debate contest to win the hearts of the people. What he believes in is his own strength.

It can only be said that Superman is still broken in Tucson.

"So you won the debate?" Eric asked, frowning.

"No! He sensed something ahead of time and asked me what tricks were hiding in the debate. In fact, he saw buried kryptonite fragments in the ground."

"But I told him there are no tricks, only ... risks."

Lex stood up and stared at the scenery outside the window, "Kryptonite fragments are sunstones that can respond to emotion and will, as long as you know how to connect with them. Fortunately, in the past few weeks, I have helped Staro secretly Everyone in the world has crystals in their brains."

"It's just a simple dualism, with Superman debating as the good side and me as the evil side. Then the world can make a choice, and everyone needs just one word, 'justice' or 'destruction.'"

Lex racked his brains to come up with the idea, "If the world chooses a side, then the subterranean shards will activate and they'll kill me...or him! He doesn't want to do that, his friend We didn't want him to do it, but he had no choice and I made my invitation public."

Having said that, he sighed slightly.

Lex didn't continue talking, but both Eric and Raven knew the answer.

The people have chosen Lex's evil!

"So, did Superman lose his speech?"

Raven asked sadly.

"No!"

The answer Lex gave was beyond the expectations of Eric and Raven.

"The presentation he gave was unrivaled! My God! I was totally blown away by him!"

Lex thinks he lost the speech debate to Superman, "Maybe because I thought he was going to die that day, but I understood his speech... Batman, that was so refreshing!"

"When it was my turn, I did my best to speak to the point. I debated, crafted, tucked famous speeches into my words, I was eloquent and brilliant, but... I Know that I don't mean it wholeheartedly. I've been yelling about the end of the world, and the good lies have suppressed us for a long time, but the more I say it, the less confident I am."

Lex stared sadly at the "blue sky" outside the window, "We all know...in fact, Superman won. After the speech, he and I stood there, waiting for the people's choice... ..I'm not ashamed, just comforted by the shame. I remember the sound of the grass blowing in the wind, and I remember the sun warming my face."

When Lex spoke of the final death, his expression was very sad.

"Then the ground trembled and we all braced for what was to come! Waiting for the kryptonite to penetrate my body as a loser..."