My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Nothing at all?"

"Yes, I did not perceive any emotion from Mr. Superman, he was like a machine."

Raven was also surprised.

"I see."

Eric has basically understood the identity of this "Superman".

Superman walked with Eric and his party for more than an hour, and several people came to a place covered by ice and snow.

Only a few rocks are exposed on the surface, and the rest is covered with snow and ice.

Superman continued to keep silent and took the two to a cave.

Going deep into the interior along the dark cave, it is soon found that there is something special inside.

It's a huge space surrounded by ice.

Surrounded by white ice crystals, overhead is a bright flake of ice around it.

It was like entering a fantasy world surrounded by ice.

Although it is underground, there is no uncomfortable feeling of being blocked in the slightest.

"Although you can't answer, I still want to ask a question."

Eric asked Superman, who was at the forefront, "Why are you and your creator hiding under tons of ice caves on the brink of a world falling apart?"

Superman did not speak, and continued to walk forward with a steady pace.

"Well, as expected, this is where you brought us, your home?" Eric asked another question.

"Yes, my home."

This time Superman finally spoke.

Following the passage composed of ice crystals, we turned a corner and came to a more magical place.

It's hard to imagine such a big and wondrous world beneath the ice.

The ground is green grass with the fragrance of grass and trees, and the field is endless.

Not far away, there is a red house standing there.

Looking up, it is a blue "sky".

No, that's not a real sky, but a sky made of ice.

The owner here has created a paradise world under the ice!

"Farm? Why is there a farm here? I...I don't quite understand."

Raven was shocked and stammered to Superman.

Unexpectedly, Superman didn't answer her.

"Did you dug this? Mr. Superman, have you been waiting down there? For what reason?"

She was not unhappy because Superman ignored her, but turned into a curious baby, catching Superman and asking questions.

When Superman brought the two into the little red house, the raven was still pestering Superman to ask questions.

"He can't answer any of your questions because he's not the Superman you expected."

A voice came from above the second floor in the room.

The two looked up and saw that it was a skinny bald man in a Superman T-shirt and a white lab coat.

"You are......"

"Luthor, Lex Luthor, Batman from another world, nice to meet you, this is the only lucky thing I have encountered in my few boring days."

The old man named Luther said hello to Eric.

"Lex Luthor?"

Eric whispered in his mouth, and he was a little afraid to associate this withered old man with slumped cheeks and the high-spirited business boss and Superman's biggest opponent.

"Yeah, don't believe it? I can't believe I'm alive now, but the world is so crazy and unpredictable, and I'm dragging my tired body to live until now."

He came down the creaking stairs.

"So, the Superman just now was...?"

Eric asks a question about Superman.

"Yeah, you guessed it, it looks like the guy playing Batman is always smart no matter what world it's in. Come here, guests, and I'm going to show you some of my favorites."

He motioned for Eric and Raven to come with him.

Passing through the farm, several people enter a storage warehouse.

The things in the warehouse surprised Eric and Raven!

It's full of superheroes of all kinds!

Dozens of superhumans, large and small, in different uniforms stood in the warehouse, like various mannequins in a gallery.

Some are still in production, the head has not been installed, only the mechanical skeleton remains.

"This...is this the Superman you made?"

The raven covered his mouth, looking at so many mechanical superhumans, his eyes widened.

"This is not done by me alone. Clark Kent also participated in the production of Superman's mechanical body before his death. The one that came to you is the old one. Superman used it to fool others and make people believe that he is not Kent."

"And now these are prototypes that have been adjusted by me."

Lex, taking the two on a tour, explained.

On the side of Eric, one of the biggest questions in his heart was finally answered.

Why Lex Luthor has always wanted to kill Superman deliberately, jealousy and distrust are the second, and the main reason is estimated to be destroyed if he can't get it.

Otherwise, a normal person would put a bunch of figurines of old enemies in his warehouse.

Speaking of which, Superman's adoptive mother once said that Clark likes people whose names are abbreviated as "L.L", such as his first love when he was a child Lana Lan, his later official wife Lois Lena, and now Lex Luthor... ....

Really thoughtful!

Eric shuddered and immediately stopped this boring thought.

Lex, who was unaware of Eric's thoughts, continued to introduce him: "They are made of organic tissue injected with Kryptonian cells. They are not far from the power of Superman, but every time I see them... ...it will remind me of the original intention of doing this."

"What's the original intention?"

Eric asked Lex as he stretched out his hand and pulled the facial muscles of the Superman figure.

"Bring him back, of course."

A smile appeared on Lex's face. "Actually, he might come back every second. Come here, would you like to see it?"

He couldn't wait to show Eric his work.

Maybe he had been alone in the ground for a long time, and he became more and more crazy when he talked.

"Hurry up, bat, hurry up! Come and see my research results. I have spent many years researching algorithms, and my vision has been almost fully realized."

With a crazy look on his face, he is going to take Eric and Raven to visit the place where he works.

He walked quickly, left the warehouse, and ran towards the little red house.

"Mr. Lex Luthor also seems a little abnormal."

The raven looked at Luther's back, who was far away, and muttered in a low voice.

"Understandably, he spent years alone here, and loneliness and despair can almost destroy a person's mind."

Eric stroked Raven's hair, "It's normal for your tone and expression to become a little crazy when you see someone appearing."

"I don't think he seems to be Superman's nemesis."

As the raven walked, he analyzed: "There are so many superman models in the warehouse, he should be a superman fan, Mr. Eric, what do you think?"