amaotonovel Chapter 3941 MU Superbody Major Event (21)
Chapter 3941 MU Superbody Major Event (21)
Chapter 3978 The MU Superbody Incident (Part 21)
Luther must admit that he has been utterly defeated.
He hadn't won a single word in this confrontation, at least not. For the smartest man in the world, it was a disaster. But Luther suddenly felt a sense of relief.
From the moment the other party revealed their true identity, Luther felt as if he were sitting in a church, facing a real Jesus Christ: powerful, wise, and omniscient.
He suddenly began to reflect on the source of his resistance and hatred towards Superman.
Is it because Superman is too powerful? No, it's because Superman isn't powerful enough.
Without Superman, the most perfect being Luthor could imagine was himself; but with Superman, Superman was the perfect life form in his mind, the limit of his imagination of the most perfect state that intelligent life could achieve.
But Superman isn't perfect. He has many flaws, and in Luthor's view, Superman's flaws far outweigh his virtues. These flaws are like a black hole, swallowing up Luthor's idealized image of a perfect Superman.
Therefore, every act of persecution he carried out against Superman was punitive in nature, just as he crucified Jesus to prove that Jesus was not the Son of God.
If it can be proven that Superman is not perfect, the fact that "the perfect Superman chooses to remain imperfect" can be concealed.
Essentially, he couldn't understand why Superman would choose to be a human being with so many flaws.
This still stems from his arrogance. Rather than calling Lex Luthor a humanist, it's more accurate to call him a loser. He protects humans like Luthor, not the foolish ordinary people. Therefore, he can't understand why Superman would rather step down from his pedestal and stand with ordinary people.
Superman chose ordinary people over him, and Luthor couldn't accept that choice. So he had to prove that Superman wasn't a savior, that he could be crucified, and that his choice only led to this one outcome—just like everyone else who didn't choose Lex Luthor.
But what if Superman didn't have so many flaws, didn't have that useless kindness, that naivety of only relying on others, that foolishness of sealing away his super brain in order to increase empathy with ordinary people...?
Now Luthor knows. But is he happy? No, not at all. Because in front of such a Superman, he's no different from those ordinary people he used to look down on.
He realized that Superman was never choosing between Lex Luthor and ordinary people, but rather between "being himself" and "being an ordinary person"—without the Lex Luthor element.
“I advise you not to do that,” Clark said again.
"Don't create a body for it?"
"Don't leave any weaknesses. It's not stupid; it won't fall into a trap so easily. It will definitely do various tests and investigations beforehand. If it finds out, wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?"
"If you were to create a perfect body, wouldn't you be afraid you couldn't defeat it?"
“Of course I’m afraid. But you can’t create a truly perfect body,” Clark said. “Don’t blame me for being blunt, but if you could, you would have put one on yourself. The fact that you’re standing in front of me like this proves that you don’t have a better solution for the issue of the ‘body’.”
Luther was speechless.
"Moreover, whether it will eventually enter this body does not depend on whether the body is perfect enough, but on whether it has other options. If it loses its body, it will die immediately, and even if it is a pile of scrap metal, it can only make do with it. Forcing it to have a body is the key point of this plan."
“It’s in contact with my sister,” Luther said. “I can’t say it’s fallen in love with her, but it should choose to save her. I’ll create a vacuum environment so that the electronic life form can only control that body to save her.”
"That's unreliable. If your sister really had that kind of attraction for it, it would have made its move long ago. Since it doesn't, your sister probably isn't that important to it either."
“I just wanted it to misjudge the situation, to think it could save Lina at a very low cost. As far as I know, it has saved others this way before. But once it enters that body, it won’t get out.”
Clark thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's possible. But wouldn't it be too obvious for a robot to suddenly appear in a vacuum?"
“Then let’s make the robots’ presence there more believable. For example, if the president wants to take action against me, I have to create a mechanical army to fight him. If Lena has an accident while leading the mechanical army, the simplest way is to control the robots around her to save her.”
"But how can you guarantee that during the manufacturing process, it won't take advantage of any weaknesses and directly control all of your robots?"
"As far as I know, it doesn't have that ability. I mean, it's not evolving in that direction. Even if it did, I can find a way to interfere with it. In fact, I already have some ideas."
"for example?"
"It turned itself into a radio wave, which gave it the ability to intrude outside the network, but also made it vulnerable—any radio wave can be jammed."
"You've found a way to interfere with it?"
“I suppose so.” Luther stood up, took a black box from his desk drawer, and said, “This is a frequency jammer, and the main reason why I can discuss the plan with you here without any restraint.”
How can you be sure it's useful?
"I've tried it."
"How did you conduct the experiment?"
Luther walked over with the device, looked at Clark, and muttered to himself: "Superman with a super brain is really hard to fool."
"It's not something we're testing on electronic life forms from our universe."
"Which one? They can communicate with each other. Once one of them discovers this thing, it will definitely inform the others, so that they are on guard and will not be easily fooled."
“That guy’s been captured.” Luther sighed softly, but still told the truth. “Someone from another universe captured him and trapped him in a container. They’re trying to sell him off.”
"Putting it up?"
"Yes. But buying it outright would be too expensive, so I rented it for a period of time for research."
"What's the price?"
“Share the research results with them. That way they can sell the jammer to other invaded universes in exchange for resources. I was the first to contact them, so I got a discount and a share of the profits from the sale of the jammer.”
Clark looked satisfied. "The people in that universe are quite clever," he said. "So are you. But how did you find them?"
“They’re more resourceful than you think,” Luther scoffed. “They’re advertising in the Fighting World; basically every superhero group has received their ads. After I made the jammer, they did another round of advertising, and now quite a few people are buying from them.”
How to transport space resources?
“For now, we’re not accepting any resources other than energy,” Luther said, shaking his head. “The Battle Realm has an energy exchange function, so even within the same world, data can be uploaded and downloaded between different universes; you just need to pay a small handling fee.”
"That sounds interesting. You said quite a few people have already bought it, so does that mean you've already accumulated some power?"
“Not as many as Batman,” Luthor scoffed. “He even ransacked Mount Olympus; he’s probably the most nimble Batman in the multiverse.”
"Okay, it seems this plan does have some merit. So all I need to do is finish it off?"
"It's not that simple. Batman is busy building some kind of defense network right now, he doesn't have time to bother with me. You have to put pressure on me on his behalf, so that my building of the mechanical army to retaliate will be justified."
"Didn't he already send a sniper to kill you?"
"Then you should write this in the news and let the whole world know, so that electronic life can know too. But that probably won't be enough. You can find a safe opportunity to convey this plan to him, so that he can cause me more trouble..."
A series of heavy footsteps suddenly echoed down the corridor. Luther stood up and turned to look. With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a team of agents rushed in. The leader had grey eyes.
“FBI Agent Rodriguez. Mr. Alexander Luther, we suspect you are involved in the recent CIA plane crash. Please come with us.”
Luther's pupils contracted sharply.
Let's go back to after Schiller fired the shot.
After receiving the call about the plane crash, he got into his car and dialed Greed's number.
"Hello? It's me. Come and cover for me... Natasha's plane has been shot down. Go to the sea and check on her, and while you're at it, go to the bat cave to see those two scientists."
"Me? I need to clear my name. No, I'm not going back to Washington. Professing my loyalty to the president won't help. The best way to clear my name is to find someone more suspicious, like the one who fabricated the affair between the president and the CIA director."
With a "whoosh," a figure in a long robe appeared in the passenger seat. Greed pulled down the hood. The agent said, "Stop the car, change your clothes."
Greed donned the agent's clothes, while the agent changed into the FBI uniform that had been prepared in the car earlier, grabbed his work ID and tucked his gun, and got out of the car halfway through the journey.
The car headed towards the dock, while he turned back, making a phone call as he walked, saying, "Send a few people from the Metropolitan Base and send a car to pick me up."
Soon, an FBI car pulled up to the side of the road. Schiller opened the door, looked around, and then got in.
"Luther Group".
The car stopped in front of the Luther Corporation. Schiller, brandishing his credentials, rushed inside, the doorman and security guards not daring to stop him. He went all the way to the top floor and, ignoring his assistant's attempts to stop him, knocked on the door of Luther's office.
“FBI, Agent Rodriguez.”
Luther's face visibly turned ashen. Although he desperately wanted the president to cause him more trouble so he could more legitimately build his mechanized army, the person who arrived was Schiller Rodriguez, a bastard agent who had shot him twice, both times nearly killing him. How dare he?!
Luther slammed his hand on the corner of the table, and the barrier outside the glass curtain wall instantly dropped, the surveillance camera retracted into the ceiling, and was replaced by a machine gun turret. Several red dots instantly focused on Schiller.
Once Luther calmed down, he realized he shouldn't have done it. If he had actually killed Rodriguez there, the show of confronting the president would have become a real drama.
Fortunately, Superman was there too. He wouldn't allow him to kill anyone, so at least he had a way out, Luthor thought to himself, while silently counting down, waiting for Superman to step forward and reprimand him.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
There was still no movement from Superman's direction. Luthor couldn't help but turn around to look, only to find that Clark had already hidden in the corner. He cursed inwardly: "What are you hiding for, you're made of steel?!"
It was only then that he realized the other person wasn't a superman from his universe, and didn't seem to have such firm principles.
Fortunately, Schiller didn't disappoint him. Despite the numerous red dot sights, the bastard agent still expressionlessly pulled out his gun.
"Resisting arrest, fleeing from police, or attempting to assault a police officer."
boom!
"take away."
I've noticed you guys are quite sensitive about player changes these days.
(End of this chapter)