bioinnovel Chapter 740 The Unconditional Kowtowing of the Anti-Monitor, Supreme Little Superman
Chapter 740 The Unconditional Kowtowing of the Anti-Monitor, Supreme Little Superman
Chapter 740 The Unconditional Fawning of the Anti-Monitor, The Supreme Little Superman's First Flight Dream
"Hello, Clark."
Clark Kent, the young Superman, looked up and saw the white-haired, Earth-2 Superman Clark Kent, wearing a Hawaiian plaid shirt, sitting at the other end of the table.
His appearance is as lifelike as it was in life.
This is a small wooden cabin. Superman the Youngster has no idea why he is here.
He was the strongest superman, and all mind control was ineffective against him. So he was only momentarily dazed, and then immediately recalled his memories.
But this is a dream, and those unforgettable wounds become less painful here, no longer burning so intensely, constantly piercing his heart.
A thin layer of fog has shrouded the world, temporarily obscuring those excruciating past events.
The firewood in the stove burned brightly, occasionally producing a soft crackling sound.
Supreme Little Superman felt a slight sense of peace.
He was quite certain that he was under some kind of mind control spell, and he was confident and capable of breaking free. However, he wasn't in a hurry to do so—only temporarily.
Even though Superman never thought that way, he was always very clear-headed that he was pursuing something that could never be achieved.
He had lost his specific goal; all he had ever felt was simple suffering.
There's no better time than now... in a dream.
It's as if someone is shielding your mind, or someone is giving you some kind of medication for depression or mania, making you feel calm all day long, with sadness and pain blocked outside high walls.
You are reluctant to leave.
But one question has always lingered in the mind of Superman:
Why am I here? Why am I in this wooden cabin, a place I have little recollection of?
And his mentor...
The old Superman on Earth 2.
He saw the old Superman leaning slightly forward, resting his elbows on the table. He was wearing sunglasses and looked as relaxed as if he were sitting on a beach in the Maldives.
Superman knew he was dreaming; he had never been so lucid in a dream before. Memories of the past and present intertwined, his eyes were fixed on the embers drifting in the air, and he felt cold at times and hot at others.
But all of this is better than leaving him in that inferior world breathing that cold air.
"You know very well that I am just an illusion, a phantom. An illusion created from all your memories and fears of the real old Superman, Clark Kent. Including these,"
Superman reached out and picked up a comic book that had suddenly appeared on the table.
The cover says: Superman
"We don't exist; we're just your own imagination."
Superman looked down and realized he was wearing a white shirt and glasses, instead of his usual S-shaped Superman suit.
The comic book was slammed onto the table with a loud thud.
The table and the warm stove suddenly disappeared, and the Supreme Little Superman found himself in the boundless darkness. He heard faint whispers in his ear, urgent and earnest.
"You're not crazy yet, Clark. Not yet."
Superman turned around and saw Alexander Luthor Jr. wearing the half-body combat suit from his memories, looking at him with his face half-hidden in the shadows.
"I think you haven't forgotten these things yet."
Superman heard a woman's voice. He looked at the person and saw a woman covered in blood emerge from the shadows.
"You are... a female leopard."
Superman recognized her; how could he not?
An ordinary female member of the Teen Titans, a superhero, and the user of the Red Beast transformation ability.
Superman accidentally killed her; that was Superman's first time killing someone.
He only wanted to do good deeds and restore the prosperity and peace of the universe in the past, but now he has become a killer and a villain.
It was all because of this world's stupid heroes that he... well.
A bullet hole appeared in the female leopard's neck, and blood was gushing out. This was how she looked when she died.
The Supreme Little Superman met her eyes, which were filled with blood and tears.
"Look at me... Do you still think you're a hero? You're no different from the anti-surveillance agents. You're a murderer, a bloodthirsty beast, doing exactly the same things as the villains who killed your entire family."
Then she suddenly disappeared.
"Enough, you all..."
Then the scene changes again, and Superman finds himself riding on his mentor, Earth 2 Superman, whose face is covered in blood, as are his own hands.
He killed his mentor with his own hands, punching him repeatedly until he died. If he had hesitated even for a moment, his mentor would not have died, and he would not have committed such a terrible mistake.
But he didn't stop, he didn't stop throwing a single punch.
Superman could even feel the stickiness on his fist.
"No, this is not what I wanted to do..."
He got up from the other person, somewhat bewildered, but just then, someone handed him the comic book, which read:
superman.
When Superman the Youngster started flipping through that book.
The old Superman corpse, whose upper body was covered in blood from being beaten, suddenly opened its eyes and sat up straight.
"I'm so sorry, child, believe me, I'm really sorry..."
"But you should read this story, this story about you."
Superman the Younger heard Superman say:
"It's both a new story and an old story."
Superman found himself sitting back down at the table next to the cabin.
At that moment, he remembered what time it was.
The day he and his girlfriend Laurie and her family went on vacation to the beach.
That day, Laurie found his Superman costume in his suitcase.
They walked along the beach and talked a lot. That night we talked for hours about our fears, our hopes, our shared future, marriage, dogs, and having children.
Even though I feel something pulling me down, I know I want to go there, forever and ever.
It was also on that day...
Supreme Little Superman...
First flight.
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"I need to interfere with Superman's dream."
"Foolish Owl said."
Before him stood the god of dreams, Denis the Sandman, shrouded in a silvery-white mist. He wore a white robe trimmed with gold, and his hair and face were as pure and white as an ancient Greek sculpture, radiating a silvery light.
"No," he said.
"I don't understand, what does 'not' mean?"
"This is Superman Supreme's dream," Sandman replied to Foolish Owl. "In dreams, I can do whatever I want, but Superman Supreme can leave this place on his own. He's too powerful; he just doesn't want to leave. It's not time for you to make a deal with him yet..."
He said, "Remember. It's not that he can't walk, it's that he doesn't want to. Be patient, Thomas Wayne."
Immediately afterwards, the Dream God vanished into a mist, leaving only the Foolish Owl sitting behind the enormous Dream Gate, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Supreme Little Superman... or perhaps an even more reckless, furious, and insane demon god.
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When Chen Tao realized what he was facing, the mortal Möbius on his shoulder also realized who was standing before them. He let out a terrified roar and then vanished from Chen Tao's shoulder.
"Anti-surveillance agent".
Chen Tao stared intently at the figure in front of him, which was composed of countless wisps of smoke.
Compared to the shock and anger of the mortal Möbius, he seemed to have a sense of expectedness.
Whether he was faking it or genuinely anticipated the arrival of the counter-surveillance agents, at least...
"I'm waiting for you to catch up."
He said this.
The anti-surveillance agent let out a low laugh: "Just like something you'd say, the bat of bats, isn't it?"
His body floated around, and after observing it carefully, Chen Tao realized that rather than being a body made of smoke, it was more like a shadow like smoke, floating in mid-air, seemingly real yet unreal, and not as clear as a 3D projection.
This seemed a little strange. Chen Tao knew that the other party was deliberately displaying this attitude in front of him. He knew that the other party was deliberately leading him to think in that direction, but he still had to think this way.
This feeling doesn't seem like a simple temporary control of one's body using smoke, but rather more like a timeline that has been established by the anti-monitors. All he has to do now is smash the solidified concrete roads downstream of the hypertime flow and replace them with the "anti-monitors victory" road.
The counter-surveillance agents are proving their power to him, demonstrating the extent of their interference in the downstream of time.
Chen Tao was unaware of the deal between the Monitor and the Counter-Monitor. He was not even entirely clear that, for some purpose, the Monitor appeared to have been forced to loosen its grip on the Counter-Monitor slightly in order to release the Cosmic Tuning Fork downstream of the Hypertime Stream.
But just by looking at the Anti-Monitor's current state, he could already vaguely sense it.
The situation seems a bit bad.
"Alright, let's get to the point. Let's make a deal, Batman. You need to control the cosmic tuning fork."
Chen Tao saw the half-open mouth peeking out from under the monitor's mask and smiled. The smile appeared distorted and terrifying due to the shadowy projection of his body.
Chen Tao knew that this alone made it impossible for him to refuse the anti-surveillance agents.
He had initially speculated that the Anti-Monitor Dragon must be spying somewhere, and he even suspected that the Anti-Monitor Dragon was the one behind the killing machine.
But from the few words spoken by the Anti-Monitor, he suddenly realized that his previous speculation seemed to be wrong. The manipulator was someone else, but the Anti-Monitor was also involved. He did not control the Anti-Monitor dragon to talk to him, but directly created such an avatar downstream.
This is both a display of military might and a show of sincerity in forming an alliance.
"I do need him, but I can't risk letting you escape by forcing him to do so," Chen Tao said. "I left the Killing Machine where it was; it will help me calm Superman down. Even if it can't, killing the Killing Machine will at least cool Superman down."
"If he dies, the Cosmic Tuning Fork will still be under my control. If he is still alive, I can accept the outcome of cooperating with Superman Supreme."
Chen Tao said, "What makes you think that the leverage you have will be enough to convince me, or that you can definitely use me to do something?"
Chen Tao took a deep breath.
He is ready.
In truth, no matter how much he said he didn't care, he was indeed being manipulated by the counter-surveillance agents.
He can make any prior plans, but prior planning cannot allow him to directly cross the chasm of status and power, and directly help him control the cosmic tuning fork.
Upon discovering that the mastermind was not the anti-monitor dragon, Chen Tao immediately realized that the mastermind, like him, was favored by either the anti-monitor or the monitor. To challenge the mastermind for control of the tuning fork, he had to cooperate with the anti-monitor; now it was him seeking a double agent, not the other way around.
Of course, he can choose not to participate in control, but the price is the complete loss of initiative. The Supreme Superman is like a chicken, and the cosmic tuning fork is like rice. Only the person holding the rice can guide the chicken in the right direction.
Without the cosmic tuning fork, there is no voice, and this cannot be compensated for by any means. Moreover, the other party has poor control and can completely blind and cage you. You will have no idea how the tuning fork is working, and it will be even more impossible for you to communicate with Superman Supreme. In the end, Superman Supreme will be tuned into who knows what state the other party will turn him into.
He was prepared that even if the anti-surveillance agent made some outrageous demands, Chen Tao would try to reduce his orders before agreeing to them unless the agent asked him to release him immediately.
As for letting Barbatos control the cosmic tuning fork...
If it were Barbatos in his prime, it might be possible, but in his current state, wielding a tuning fork would only make him a mortal enemy of the berserk Superman Supreme. The two would then fight until the time flow was obliterated, and then Perpetua and the Void Hand would revive on Barbatos.
Therefore, anti-surveillance agents, no matter what your conditions are—
Come here!
Chen Tao felt like a female knight who had fallen into a goblin's den and was determined to save her teammates.
Then he heard what the other person said.
"What? No."
The anti-surveillance person's words were beyond Chen Tao's expectations.
"I won't ask anything of you, Batman." He spread his palms, smiling broadly.
"I'm just here to inform your Batman, I mean, I'm here to let you know that I'm going to help you now."
Chen Tao didn't immediately understand what the anti-monitor meant, but the next moment he suddenly felt that the cosmic tuning fork completely obeyed his commands.
He felt as if he had punched thin air. The anti-monitor was like a princess who had prepared flowers, gifts, and a lot of money for the warrior, and even a suit of armor, ready to fight the dragon for the princess and be covered in wounds. But she suddenly appeared naked in front of him.
Suddenly they started fawning over him without reason or condition.
But what's free is often the most expensive.
People raise cattle to obtain the labor power needed to raise cattle.
People raise sheep to get their wool.
People raise pigs for their own benefit.
Now that the anti-surveillance activists are offering Chen Tao free assistance, what is he plotting?
(End of this chapter)