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

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"Clark?"

Wonder Woman is somewhat worried that her teammates are being mind-controlled.

She took a few steps back again.

Superman didn't comment on this. Clark's expression was one of unprecedented shock. He slowly walked forward and walked around the image of himself bound to the cross.

"here."

Clark's trembling hand pressed against the cold wall. With a metallic groan, he ripped the wall open, and a blinding beam of light suddenly poured out from within.

The space in front of us is incredibly vast.

Like a vast underground hall, countless automated machines were in operation, emitting a low hum. In the center of the hall were rows of neatly arranged dark green culture chambers.

inside.

These are things that make Superman break out in a cold sweat, his voice hoarse, and his heart churning with turmoil—each incubation chamber contains a life form being cultivated.

It's all him!

They're all Superman Clark!

Yes!

Within this underground space, roughly the size of a football field, lay hundreds of three-meter-high, dark green incubation chambers. Each chamber was connected to a complex network of pipes, and the bodies suspended in the fel-infused nutrient solution were all superhuman clones! Each one bore the marks of being corrupted and strengthened by fel energy!

“I knew he was crazy, but I didn’t expect him to be this crazy.” Clark looked around at all the “selves” and couldn’t help but gasp.

Say something.

Superman's emotions were still relatively stable.

When Wonder Woman stepped forward and saw this scene, her pretty face turned several shades paler, her eyes almost popped out, and she looked extremely stiff.

"Tell me this isn't true."

Diana swallowed hard, her hand gripping the weapon trembling.

And right now.

"Bang bang bang~"

Perhaps someone is manipulating things.

All the Supermen in the incubation chambers opened their eyes. They simultaneously swung their fists, and the glass of hundreds of incubation chambers shattered at the same time, with pale blue nutrient solution gushing out like a tsunami.

"Zizzizi~"

The sound was like the buzzing of bees.

The clones all slowly floated out.

They stood suspended in mid-air in the room.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes, glowing red, lit up under the lights.

Their movements were so synchronized it was chilling.

"Diana, go and capture Luther."

Clark's voice was unusually calm.

"Leave this to me."

He seemed utterly unafraid of the large number of clones.

"it is good!"

Wonder Woman's fingertips dug into her palm.

She knew that if these clones possessed power comparable to Superman, the help she could offer by staying here would be meaningless; the greatest help she could give Clark was to quickly capture the culprit behind everything.

then.

Diana took immediate action.

As she couldn't help but turn back to look at Clark, who had rushed into the lab and was smashing several clones together, suddenly, a hand rose up and grabbed her wrist.

Very strong.

Even demigods would find it difficult to break free.

"Damn it!"

Wonder Woman was about to strike the clone that had suddenly awakened on the cross.

But the clone raised its head.

“Luthor… wants Superman… to destroy… this… world.” These words immediately startled Wonder Woman, causing her to abruptly stop her sword strike. Wonder Woman realized that the other party might be able to communicate.

"what?"

Wonder Woman's pupils contracted sharply.

"What benefit does Luthor gain from doing this? If Superman destroys the world, Luthor himself won't survive either. What's in it for him?"

She was utterly puzzled by what this frail superman was saying.

Upon inquiry.

I saw.

The "zombie superman" bound by chains weakly raised his head.

His chapped lips twitched.

"He...is not your...Luthor..." The zombie-like Superman suddenly roared, his fingers tightening so much that Wonder Woman's wrist guards groaned under the strain.

however.

Wonder Woman can no longer care about her equipment.

Just listen.

"They...they are not..."

After using his last bit of strength, the zombie superhero fell unconscious again.

however.

These words struck Diana like a bolt of lightning.

they?

Which "them"?!

Just as Wonder Woman's mind was buzzing, as if she were realizing something terrifying—in Metropolis, on the other side, in a newspaper office occupying an entire building, Louise was working overtime writing an article while petting her cat.

"What do you mean you're preparing to go back and get beaten up? Ian really wants to get beaten up!"

She was writing news articles about "Stocking Superman" under pressure from her boss.

I have a terrible headache.

"Meow~"

suddenly.

The orange cat, which had been purring, suddenly sat up from Louise's lap, its fur standing on end. It raised its eyes and looked toward the elevator entrance in the distance.

"Ding dong~"

The elevator doors slowly opened.

A beautifully dressed "Diana" walked out from there.

Chapter 119 Cosmic Isotopes! Multiverse War!

1:43 am.

The lights at the Daily Planet were still as bright as day.

The sounds of keyboards typing, printers whirring and printing, and the incessant ringing of telephones mingled together, leaving the reporters working overtime with bloodshot eyes.

The air was thick with the scent of coffee and a tense atmosphere.

"Alright, alright, let's go home after we finish this report." Louise Lane sat at her workstation, the unfinished manuscript flashing on her computer screen.

"Just a little longer, I'll be done soon, in half an hour at most, no, about forty minutes," Louise whispered, trying to soothe the restless kitten in her arms as she typed rapidly.

"Ding dong~"

at this time.

The elevator door slowly opened.

A tall figure stepped out of the elevator.

Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent.

It gleams with a cool-toned sheen under the light.

The woman was none other than Wonder Woman Diana, who was supposed to be with Superman in the countryside dealing with the clones. It was as if she had a doppelganger, appearing in two different places at the same time.

In contrast to the Wonder Woman in the suburbs, the one who appeared at the newspaper office was clearly not fully armed; she looked exceptionally elegant in a well-tailored women's suit.

Long hair cascading over her shoulders, deep-set eyes.

His steps were steady and firm, as if he were already familiar with the environment.

“Louise.” The pale-skinned Diana walked past a group of reporters who were passionately discussing news leads, greeting them softly as she headed toward Louise Lane’s workstation.

Several editors hurried past her.

But no one noticed the goddess's unusually slow blinking frequency.

"Meow~"

The kitten in Louise's arms, after constantly bristling at the goddess, jumped onto the table, its wagging tail sweeping across the keyboard and typing a string of gibberish on Louise's computer.

“A cat wouldn’t know how to edit a good news story.” Louise quickly hugged the kitten back into her arms and looked up at Wonder Woman, who had appeared in the newspaper office.

"Diana? What are you doing in Metropolis?" She glanced at the time on the computer screen, slightly puzzled. After all, other superheroes wouldn't usually be wandering around late at night.

"Clark sent me to pick you up."