What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Like the Green Lantern wielded by Hal Jordan, which possesses the green light representing will in the emotional spectrum. The green light of will is located in the very center of the emotional spectrum, representing the most balanced and unbiased emotion among many emotions. It has the fewest side effects on the user, and it has no emotional inclinations and does not guide the user's behavior.

As for the red light that Ian wants, it is powered by anger. As long as the anger reaches a certain level, he will be summoned by the ring and then be in a state of extreme anger forever.

Despite the side effects, Ian didn't care. He always regarded the Red Lantern as a berserker accessory that he hadn't obtained yet but would eventually have.

"Hal, you've come at the right time. We need Kryptonite." Wonder Woman's expression immediately brightened when she saw Green Lantern, and she made a request to him.

"no problem!"

Green Lantern immediately activated his Green Lantern powers.

They conjured up a Gatling gun equipped with kryptonite ammunition out of thin air.

Through Green Lantern's willpower.

Their thoughts can be transformed into energy or materialized weapons, structures made of bright green energy symbolizing pure willpower. Any imaginable object or thing can be realized with enough willpower, its components spanning from the microscopic to the macroscopic, naturally including kryptonite and kryptonite radiation.

"Wait a minute, I have a feeling this Doomsday is... strange." Clark quickly flew a little further away, after all, Kryptonite could weaken his abilities just by radiating.

"Actually, I think so too. This monster looks a bit strange."

Green Lantern isn't one to act rashly. When interacting with teammates or friends, Hal displays a humorous and witty side, but that doesn't mean he isn't a cautious person.

In fact.

Even the most careless person becomes much more cautious at their age.

"Stop! Don't shoot! Your kryptonite will only enhance this monster's abilities!" Suddenly, a warning voice rang out, and another figure flew in from the distant horizon.

He exuded a strong cyberpunk style, his mechanical body gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight; he was none other than Cyborg from the Justice League.

"What do you mean?"

The three people in the sky were all taken aback upon hearing this.

“I’m not entirely sure of the specifics, but his biometrics show that he has a genetic sequence that is completely opposite to that of Kryptonians. What is a curse to Clark has a full 89.56 percent chance of becoming a blessing to him.” Cyborg Victor Stone stopped beside the group.

Steel frame.

The current veteran heroes of the Justice League.

He was originally an outstanding American football star player, but he was seriously injured by the Apokolips Mother Box and was on the verge of death. However, he fused with the Mother Box molecules at the moment of the explosion. In order to prolong his life, his father, Silas Stone, took him to the "Red Room Laboratory" of the US government, which collects various alien technologies, for emergency treatment.

Like in most superhero stories, the wealthy man's origin story is that during the rescue, due to the influence of Mother Box molecules, Victor absorbed all the high technology in the Red Room.

He eventually became a cyborg, half-human and half-machine. Don't be fooled by Cyborg's seemingly weakling-like demeanor when facing Superman; in reality, Cyborg is one of the most powerful superheroes on Earth.

After all, he truly possesses "Zenith" technology.

"A parallel universe completely opposite to ours... an anti-universe?" Superman knew a little more information. He frowned and looked down at the monster in the sewage treatment plant.

"So to deal with this guy, we need Kryptonite, the kind that can enhance Kryptonians' abilities, right?" Wonder Woman's mind raced, and she quickly made a judgment.

"What kind of kryptonite is that? You didn't even tell me its color... Diana, it's been so long, you must have almost forgotten that we Green Lantern Corps henchmen are not God."

"Even I, the strongest Green Lantern, have my limits." Green Lantern Hal Jordan shrugged, his tone utterly helpless. He truly didn't know what he should materialize.

"Don't panic."

Wonder Woman, however, remained calm and composed.

"Whether it's kryptonite or something else, I think Bruce definitely has it." She truly possessed demigod wisdom; what she said was incredibly reasonable.

It's not just Wonder Woman.

Upon hearing this, Clark, Cyborg, and Green Lantern all nodded silently.

What is reputation?

This is word of mouth!

Several core members of the Justice League met here and discussed for a long time. They all had the same idea about how to deal with Doomsday—they still had to go find Batman.

"But you can't get through to Batman on the phone, right?"

Steelbone sighed.

He felt that the group might fall apart without Batman.

"You were wiretapping my phone?"

Wonder Woman gave Cyborg a somewhat unfriendly look.

"First of all, I don't need to eavesdrop on your phone calls; I can listen whenever I want. Secondly... you should probably go online and look up just how technologically advanced this half of my ear really is?"

Who says that hearing gained through technology can't be called super hearing?

Steelbone quickly defended his reputation.

He is actually quite taciturn and serious most of the time.

He can be a bit silly sometimes.

It only happens occasionally.

“If you’re going to find Bruce, I think you should hurry. The energy readings are still rising. This guy’s mutation rate will reach that terrible end in just a few minutes.” Cyborg wasn’t changing the subject; he had indeed detected the information. His voice carried the calmness unique to cybernetic beings.

"I'll go now."

Superman nodded.

Just as he flicked his cloak and prepared to set off once again.

"Huhuhu~"

The wind is howling.

Suddenly, a strange "whoosh" sound came from afar. Something was approaching the sewage treatment plant. Along the way, trees fell wildly, the kind of trees that lumberjacks would call the logging god.

Everyone turned to look.

A rapidly spinning red top is hurtling towards us from the direction of the woods at an astonishing speed.

The ground it ploughed out was carved with a deep furrow.

The forest is being slaughtered in a frenzy.

“This is the real Doomsday…the Doomsday of the Forest.” Wonder Woman couldn’t help but sigh. She looked at Superman beside her, and sure enough, Clark had realized the key reason for this problem, just like her.

The two newcomers knew nothing about it.

"What the hell is that?!"

Green Lantern's eyes widened, his voice filled with astonishment.

Rapid focusing analysis of a steel-framed mechanical eye.

"That looks like a person... Hiss, a person spinning at high speed? And he has the Speed ​​Force? Good heavens, at that speed, isn't he afraid of his head flying off?"

Steelbone's voice was filled with incredible amazement.

Hear the words.

Superman slapped himself in the face.

The steel face was very loud.

It sounds very appealing.

In this regard.

Neither of the two Justice League veterans, whose attention was focused on the unusual object, noticed anything amiss.

Their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Oh my god, that human spinning top is turning towards that monster... He crashed into it! This reminds me of an animated film, but I can't remember what it's called!"

"Anyway, the spinning top inside is just that powerful!" Green Lantern seemed a bit loud and boastful, not at all like someone who lives in the universe and should have the air of someone who is well-informed and knowledgeable.

I saw.

There was a loud bang.

The spinning figure crashed directly into the monster's body.

It was smashed away.

It caused the entire office building to collapse.

Although it seems ridiculous.

However, the explosion was indeed powerful, and the mutated Doomsday let out a painful roar, with countless wounds appearing on its body, but these wounds were healing rapidly.

"Look! That spinning top has crashed into that monster again... and it's even grabbed two clones from the ground! What's that? I heard someone shouting 'Fake Father Storm'!"

"I didn't mishear! That's what that person was shouting... He collided with the monster, and the monster was sent flying again. Oh no, the angry monster grabbed the spinning top!"

I saw.

In the sewage pool.

Doomsday's giant claws gripped the still wildly spinning red figure firmly.

Superman was taken aback at first.

immediately.

My heart is as still as water again.

The Justice League commentator was still explaining information he didn't want to hear.

"My God, is Crazy Top really a person, and a little boy at that? A little boy who's still in danger of dying in front of the priest, how could his body withstand the monster's grip?"

“That makes sense… If a normal person turned like that, their head would have flown off long ago…” Green Lantern was like a football commentator, and he and Cyborg were both staring at the scene below in astonishment.

They were completely unaware that Superman's face was being buried deeper and deeper.

They almost shrank into their cloaks.

"What is that little boy doing? Why is he inhaling so deeply into the monster? Is he trying to kiss it? Is he trying to use the power of love to change the monster's mind?"

Green Lantern couldn't help but look at Superman.

This is, after all, something that happened in the metropolis.

The locals definitely know better than he does.

“My analysis tells me that this person is likely from Gotham… a 99% probability.” Cyborg said, glancing at Superman as he analyzed the data.