Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

Chapter 035 Gods and Mortals

Almost the instant he saw the other person, Suren's [Rapid Thinking] suddenly went into full operation.

He and the two people next to him belonged to the Lex Group, although it was a relatively confidential department within the group.

But given the relationship between Superman and Lex Luthor, he should know about the department's structure and business.

After all, the body bag in Prison A was made of high-density polyethylene, which couldn't stop Superman's X-ray vision. So, does this world's Superman have the personality to allow the existence of gray industries?

I had previously warned Luther, especially about his outrageous remarks about Superman, whether he would specifically recognize me.

Especially now that he is clearly not an ordinary person, the energy of the [Emotional Furnace] still remains in his body. With just a little attention and the precision of his super vision, it is impossible for him not to notice the abundant energy within him.

In an instant, countless questions flooded Suren's mind.

Big B and Old A were completely unaware that a god among men was passing by them, discussing whether the bag could be used to assemble two complete skeletons.

After all, the skeleton is not strictly speaking a product to be incorporated into the company for this mission; it can be sold as extra income.

Old A was already considering how to raise prices. Although he kept his voice low, he couldn't hide his excitement about the stock market.

But Clark didn't stare at the group for long, because a cell phone rang from his pocket.

"Louise, darling... I'll be back soon."

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Clark's expression immediately softened.

He then put away his phone and hurried toward his car.

Suren let out a sigh of relief and stopped the analysis progress on the panel.

The parsing progress bar stopped at a paltry 0.3%, yielding only the most basic and incomplete information:

Bioenergy level ∞ (unmeasurable), cell structure unknown, energy source is yellow solar radiation...

Even Lex Luthor, being a mortal, needed a conversation to acquire just one of his many wisdoms.

As the son of Krypton and a god among men, how could Superman's core traits be analyzed from just a few seconds of pause?

I am not strong enough yet; I am not at the point where I can recklessly change the world.

"Hey, Suren, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get in the car."

Old A popped half his head out of the pickup truck window and shouted at Suren.

Indeed, a body bag alone cannot guarantee that the slime inside will remain inside indefinitely, so they must transfer the creature from the bag to a glass case in the laboratory as soon as possible.

What's more, the three of them had just gotten off work and rushed over, and hadn't even had a bite to eat yet.

Suren was alright, but Old A and Big B were starving.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've ever seen such a creature. Shouldn't we have some kind of naming right?"

While waiting for the traffic light to change, Old A couldn't help but rub his hands together.

However, Big B was resting his chin on his hand, gazing at the sunset in the distance, while Suren in the back row seemed not to have heard him speak.

"I think 'Shoggoth' would be a good name. Have you guys read Lovecraft's works? There's a character in it called Shoggoth, which is somewhat similar to this thing."

"You wouldn't believe it, but when those eyes were looking at me, I immediately realized..."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Old A had no choice but to blurt out his thoughts all at once.

"I have no objection."

Suren finally came to her senses and looked out the car window.

Superman seems to be even more different from what I imagined.

In his mind, Superman was less of a superhero and more of a symbol.

A symbol that encourages people to follow the path of goodness, a symbol that holds hope no matter what the circumstances.

When that red and blue figure with a cape swept across the city sky, Suren was actually a little excited.

After all, there can be many days of ordinary life, but the chance to meet Superman is only available after time travel.

But after meeting this superman, Suren's doubts only grew.

He was certain that Clark must have noticed something unusual about the group during those few seconds of pause.

You can even see your own differences.

However, he did not make any statement.

Is it because he is friends with Luther, the owner of Lexcorp, and trusts Luther, that he trusts the entire Lexcorp?

Or perhaps Louise's phone call made him change his mind, thinking that it wouldn't be too late to investigate later?

After all, Louise is currently pregnant, and spending more time with her family would undoubtedly be a blessing for her.

Suren didn't think about the worst-case scenario.

Is this god among men truly casting his gaze upon every corner of the city?

Many questions flooded Suren's mind, but he currently lacked the ability to resolve them.

Suren took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and felt the pulse of the [Emotional Furnace].

We still need to become stronger, even stronger.

There are still things I haven't done. I need to completely perfect the [Emotional Furnace] and successfully subdue the strongest shikigami, Demon Void.

And afterwards, he would do everything in his power to prevent the destruction of the metropolis.

"Speaking of which, if Superman saw us doing something like this, what would he do?"

Upon hearing Su Lun's question, Old A and Big B in the front row couldn't help but smile.

"A god only needs to help a few old ladies cross the street, while mortals have to think about so many things..."

Old A curled his lip; clearly, he didn't have a good impression of Superman, after all, he had never actually seen Superman even once.

"What else?" Big B took a sip of beer. "Are you going to fly over, shake our hands, and say, 'Hey, Loser's lackeys, what good stuff did you snag today?'"

The pickup truck stopped in front of the brightly lit Lex Building.

Old A and Big B carefully held the body bag from both sides, afraid that the creature inside might crawl out for some reason, before placing it on the trolley.

Suren followed behind the two, carrying a bag full of bones.

The mission was successfully completed only after Koggs (Old A insisted on calling it that) was transferred into a high-strength glass box.

Once inside the box, it stretched its body slightly, and its pair of eyes began to move again, as if surveying its new home.

"This thing can't be escaped from prison, right...?"

Old A carefully checked that the glass cover was closed tightly before he felt a little relieved.

"Based on the current situation, it's unlikely, since it has neural units inside and can't escape through ventilation holes or gaps."

Big B fell into deep thought. After removing most of the cloudy gelatinous substance, the remaining interior of the Korg was quite bright. You could see with the naked eye those equally transparent tissues, but with slightly different colors.

"Oh well, let's go! I recently found a pizza place that's good quality and cheap, and I can make some extra money while I'm at it."

"You guys go ahead, I have something to do."

Unexpectedly, Suren rejected Old A's suggestion and instead looked at Keggs, who was slowly crawling towards the nutrient-rich gel inside the box.

"Okay, I'll transfer your share to you later."

Old A didn't make a fuss about it, but simply told Big B to leave first.