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

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"You're human, right? A human woman?"

The goddess of creation spoke up to ask a question.

"Is it guaranteed to be replaced?"

The witch didn't know why she felt so insecure.

She felt a lot of pressure.

I barely managed to resist the urge to hit the other person on the head with my wand.

Do you know what the best way to get revenge on someone is?

The goddess of creation spoke up to ask a question.

"That depends on the person."

The witch tilted her head in response.

"For example, my husband who fell in love with someone else."

The goddess of creation spoke through gritted teeth.

The witch's eyes suddenly lit up. She grabbed the goddess's bloodstained wrist.

"Sis! I know the answer to this!" Her tone suddenly became like a best friend having a late-night chat. "You should sleep with the girl he's falling for! I've never used this trick before, but it's sure to work every time!"

The witch was thrilled and excited as the true nature of the "green tea" woman was revealed once again.

"Hmm, it seems you're actually a smart human after all." The Creator Woman hesitated for a moment, then patted the witch's head as if she were soothing a cat or dog.

She wanted to turn around and leave.

however.

The abnormal situation occurred again.

"boom!!!"

I saw.

In the sky, a Boeing 747 that had veered off course crashed precisely onto the goddess of creation. The shockwave threw the witch more than twenty meters, and when she scrambled to her feet, dazed, she saw only a tenaciously struggling arm protruding from the wreckage. However, the arm soon came to a standstill.

Because the goddess of creation was unharmed after being hit.

Miraculously, he became a vegetable, unable to move.

This scene.

Leaving aside the fleeing gang members, let's just talk about the extraordinary ones. It wasn't just the witch who was dumbfounded; there were others who were truly astonished as well.

Los Angeles.

[Los Angeles, Metropolitan Area, New York: Multiple bizarre deaths reported today! All victims shouted "Ian Kent" before their deaths!]

The news was playing on repeat. Lucifer, the second-best in the world, sat at the bar, a glass of tequila in his hand, his eyes glued to the television screen. The footage cut to a hospital, where surveillance footage showed an elderly woman, who should have been dying, suddenly springing up from her bed and shouting with a booming voice, "Ian Kent! Where are you?!" She then rushed out of the ward, only to be struck and killed by an ambulance.

"Oh! No!" Lucifer suddenly covered his face, or rather his eyes. His emotions were in turmoil. The wine in his glass rippled because of his trembling. At this moment, certain emotions overwhelmed his fear of his mother's escape.

The main fear is growing.

"I don't want to see this happen!"

Lu San Sui is online, wanting to become the master of hiding.

He is omniscient.

However, because he hadn't wanted to pay attention to it before, he didn't know what had happened in his mother's sealed room in that hellish place that made her so obsessed with Ian.

This truly terrified the Demon King.

"This is the seventh one today," the bartender remarked with interest as she wiped the glasses. "Your mother's quite persistent. The whole of Hell knows she's locked in the confessional, and now she's escaped, shouting a man's name all over the world..."

She paused, then gave a meaningful smile. "Isn't it obvious?"

The female demon had a very gossipy expression.

Lucifer looked as if someone had stuffed a mouthful of lemons into his mouth.

"No, things are definitely not what you think!"

Lucifer quickly denied it.

"Stop fooling yourself. Think about it. He only went to hell for one day. One day! I really want to know what kind of power he used to make your mother so obsessed with him?" The female bartender's tone was tinged with emotion.

"Don't shake your head. I'm trying to help you understand the situation. If you disagree, then explain why the first thing she does every time she resurrects is call his name. She didn't even intend to take revenge on you and me!"

The female bartender's eyes held a wisdom that seemed to see through everything.

"Shut up, Wheat!"

Lucifer suddenly looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The terrifying pressure made the female bartender take a few steps back.

but.

She didn't intend to hold Lucifer's emotional outburst against her.

"Okay, I'll shut up. Anyway, it doesn't affect some people wanting to have another dad."

The female bartender with high emotional intelligence tossed the rag aside.

lol.

She pulled out her phone and started frantically filming the TV, perhaps preparing to mail the video to cathedrals around the world.

Chapter 165 Bruce: Superman, don't contact me again!

"Bang~"

Lucifer smashed the crystal wine glass in his hand on the marble bar, splashing amber-colored liquor onto his custom-made suit worth tens of thousands of dollars, but he remained completely unaware of it.

One can imagine how unsettled he must have felt inside.

"Some people are going to have another dad!"

The female bartender spoke softly.

However, it still made Lucifer feel as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

This was absolutely the greatest injury he had ever suffered since birth.

"No, absolutely not, Mom would never do such a thing!" Lucifer's words were more like self-comfort; he hadn't been this panicked when he was expelled from Heaven.

"Oh, Lucifer, you still don't understand women, do you?"

"Your mother is really eager to get revenge on God, and on you..."

"And this is a truly two-birds-with-one-stone solution. When your mom gives birth to a little brother or sister and leaves you to take care of her, I hope you can still stay optimistic."

After filming her footage, the bartender, Mai Zi, began slowly wiping the glasses again, her face full of anticipation for the show, her eyes gleaming with a devilish schadenfreude.

This wave.

Lucifer could no longer sit still.

Just like a hot chair and a swallow.

He sat bolt upright in shock, completely frozen in place.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Lucifer suddenly stood up, knocking over the leather bar stool with a dull thud. If the demons of Hell saw him like this, it would be a source of amusement for the next thousand years—the mighty Satan, panicking and at a loss because he might have another stepfather.

"Fine, keep deceiving yourself. I bet five hundred pure souls that it will definitely be a little sister." Mai Zi shrugged and tossed the rag over her shoulder.

Every word she uttered was a devastating blow to Lucifer. The King of Hell, Lucifer, froze on the spot, his handsome face contorted into an expression that no human could possibly make.

"I have to find her! I have to send her back! At least stop her from going crazy!" Lucifer grabbed his suit jacket, the movement so forceful it almost overturned the bar.

He rushed straight outside.

"Remember to take a family photo!"

Mai raised her glass and laughed at his flustered back. It was one thing for her to be extremely loyal to Lucifer, but it was quite another for her to be so happy to see Lucifer so frightened.

ten minutes later.

On the streets of Los Angeles.

A black convertible sports car sped off at a speed exceeding the speedometer's limit.

“Metropolis, Metropolis…” Lucifer gripped the steering wheel with one hand while frantically swiping his phone screen with the other, as news feeds from all over America scrolled before his eyes like a waterfall.

A bizarre female corpse was found at the scene of a gang shootout in the Eastern District.

St. Mary's Hospital admits special vegetative state patients.

Suspected paranormal phenomena have been observed in the city center.

"Damn it!"

Lucifer slammed his fist on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator, as if racing against time—this physical body could hardly bear such power, which was why Sam's body seemed so special.

Coincidentally.

At that moment, the car stereo suddenly started playing a song called "Before He Cheats".

Guess what? I'm fine.

I'll make sure he never sees me cry.

I made up my mind.

I'm going to show him tonight.

It's a revenge, plain and simple.

I'm sure I'll do it right.

……

"The person who sings this song deserves to go to hell!"

The song had a very upbeat rhythm, but the lyrics were like drumbeats pounding on Lucifer's heart. He angrily turned off the stereo and almost ripped the radio off.