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

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But he still maintained a professional smile.

"Do you still have any concerns? Don't worry, retaliation from the gang won't be a problem. Perhaps you've already investigated; I've never failed in protecting witnesses."

Louise's hand hovered in mid-air; she was eager to receive the evidence. However, due to the other party's sudden stop, she assumed she had guessed their hesitation.

however.

“No, I’m not worried about that, I just want you…” Charlotte was about to speak when the conference room door was suddenly violently pushed open, and Lucifer, panting heavily, charged at Charlotte.

His suit was disheveled, his tie was crooked, and he rushed to Charlotte in a few strides, grabbed her wrist, and without saying a word, began to drag and pull her.

"Excuse me, we have something to discuss."

Lucifer tried his best to maintain his composure and understanding, but he couldn't reveal his family's unspeakable secrets. Louise stared in disbelief as the stranger dragged his interviewee into the bathroom.

Before the door closed.

She vaguely heard the female lawyer say something.

"Hi, long time no see, my son."

Charlotte was also surprised by Lucifer's appearance. She watched as Lucifer locked the door, then went to the sink and turned on all the faucets.

"Stop your hypocrisy, Mom."

Lucifer looked at the goddess of creation who occupied the human body with distrust.

He could certainly see the other person's true nature, so his voice was low and dangerous, and the shadow behind him twisted into the shape of a demon on the wall.

"Oh? Hypocrisy?" Charlotte, or rather the creator goddess who possessed this body, tilted her head. This overly girlish gesture seemed particularly horrifying on the elite lawyer.

At least that's how Lucifer saw it. Charlotte looked at him, a familiar smile playing on her lips, her tone so gentle it sent chills down Lucifer's spine.

"You approached Superman's wife because you wanted to kill Lois, turn Superman to the dark side, and destroy the world, right?" Lucifer's gaze swept over Charlotte.

His eyes held a mixture of wariness, anger, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

"It seems you still don't know me well enough."

Charlotte sighed softly, her tone tinged with grievance, "That's right, so many years have passed, and you haven't come to see me even once, instead sending your little tagalong to torment me."

There was no anger in her voice, but rather a hint of resentment, like an old mother who had been neglected by her son for many years, finally seeing her child, only to be met with indifference and suspicion.

This made Lucifer increasingly uneasy.

"No! Don't be so friendly!" he almost shouted. "You're definitely up to something!"

“Yes, of course I have a scheme.” Charlotte admitted frankly, even with a hint of pride. “I am the world’s first goddess, and your intelligence comes from me.”

Lucifer was delighted to hear this.

"Very well, so what exactly do you want to do? What are you going to do with all that evidence of crime that you provided to Louise? Don't tell me the Goddess of Creation suddenly wants to be a champion of justice."

He rubbed his hands together, his mind filled with images of the grand scheme his mother might be planning. The other person's response made him feel that things were back under his control and within his expectations.

Lucifer remained convinced of his conspiracy theory.

The air in the bathroom is a subtle game.

Lucifer's back was pressed against the tiled wall, the cool touch seeping through his shirt, but it couldn't extinguish the throbbing veins on his forehead. Charlotte—or rather, his creator goddess mother—was standing in front of the sink, adjusting the collar of his human body in front of the mirror, her fingers lingering suggestively over his collarbone.

“My plan is flawless.” Charlotte’s lips curled into a chilling smile, while her reflection in the mirror maintained the “perfect” smile befitting an elite lawyer.

However, the deliberate imitation made her smile somewhat similar to [Weibo Xiaoting562], the kind of eerie smile that most normal people wouldn't dare to search for.

“I am the first goddess in the world, my messenger of light, and your intelligence comes from me.” Charlotte admitted frankly, even with a hint of pride, making Lucifer’s eyelids twitch.

"Very well, so what exactly do you want to do?" Lucifer asked through gritted teeth. He was even worried that his relationship with the detective lady would be affected by his mother's appearance.

“Son, don’t you understand? My goal is simple.” Charlotte gave a mysterious smile. “I need to become good friends with that human woman outside, and then…”

She paused deliberately, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"And then you'll use this to carry out your grand plan to destroy the multiverse," Lucifer immediately interjected, his tone full of sarcasm.

"of course not."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, glanced suspiciously at her mentally ill son, and then said, "I just want her to order Ian Kent to sleep with me."

The goddess of creation's high heels tapped crisply on the floor tiles. She stretched out her fingers, painted with nude nail polish, and drew a glowing flowchart in the air.

“First, I need to become good friends with that human woman outside… that way she’ll help me order Ian Kent around. Besides you, no normal little boy can refuse his mother’s orders.” Charlotte thought her plan was brilliant, and she seemed to have an excessive honesty about it.

“This woman has a really nice figure. Maybe I can try sleeping with Ian Kent’s mother first—I’ve already heard that human women control the world by sleeping with others.” The goddess puffed out her chest smugly, the buttons of her lawyer’s suit groaning under the strain.

Lucifer's expression was like that of someone who had shoved a lemon soaked in Michael's saliva into his mouth. He stood there, utterly terrified, pressed against the wall, watching his creator goddess mother begin to touch the buttocks of this human body.

The other person even pinched her breasts on the spot, making Lucifer wish he would never touch a human's thing again in his life, and he immediately covered his eyes.

"Stop! Stop! The last thing I want to see is you discussing this kind of topic with me! It's a nightmare! It's hell! It's like I've gone back to hell!"

Lucifer's voice was very, very loud.

He really didn't expect it.

That damn old man was right.

My mom's evil scheme was actually quite absurd!

This was even harder for Lu Sansui to accept than when she said she wanted to destroy the universe!

An eerie silence filled the air. Shattered fragments of the mirror floated in mid-air, each reflecting Charlotte's expression as she examined her new body with great interest.

Sudden.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Three hesitant knocks came from outside the door.

"Well... the first goddess, and the messenger of light and stuff... you guys are so powerful, you should know I'm still outside with my ear pressed against the door, right?"

Louise's voice came through the door.

The eerie tone was even more eerie than the eerie atmosphere in the bathroom.

.........

On the stubborn site of the Kent family home.

The cabin, which had been cozy for another day, was now nothing but a pile of charred wooden beams emitting wisps of smoke. Clark Kent stood before the ruins, his temples throbbing no less than Lucifer's.

"So let me sort this out. You mean that while I wasn't looking, you took a trip to hell, not only increasing your seniority in Bruce's eyes, but also having a bad romantic encounter?" Clark's temples throbbed wildly on both sides of his head.

His expression was indescribably strange.

He stared intently at the boy in front of him. "You originally just wanted to be a friendly fellow patient with a super goddess, but that super goddess seems to want to be your bed partner?"

Superman is actually very mentally strong; he already had a strong mental fortitude. However, after listening to Ian's "Adventures in Hell," he still felt that his mental fortitude was not enough.

"Yes, that's how it is. I didn't want this to happen either, but that super goddess seems to think that she can find the taste of first love again with me."

"It's all my damn charm's fault." Ian was extremely annoyed. Of course, he had sensed something was wrong and that's why he ran away. The Dark Lady had said before that he had the feeling of a young god, which was probably the key issue.

“So the situation is…” Clark repeated mechanically, “this goddess is searching the world for you, and you suspect it’s a warning from her ex-husband?”

It's hard to imagine such a dramatic ethical drama plot appearing in real life.

Clark has faced countless crises in his life—General Zod, Doomsday, Darkseid—but none have made the Iron Man, Superman, feel as eerie as he does now.

"That's probably the case?"

Ian nervously kicked at the charred remains at his feet. A normal gas leak explosion couldn't create such perfect ruins, especially since their new house hadn't even had gas connected yet. A gust of wind blew by, scattering a few charred pages from the Daily Planet—Louise's treasured Pulitzer Prize feature article.

No one knows whether this is another kind of omen.

"Is this super goddess's husband also a super god?" Superman's signature gentle voice sounded as if it had been irradiated by kryptonite, and as if it had been subjected to some kind of weak and powerless negative influence.

no way.

He could tell from Ian's reaction that Ian was actually panicking, an emotion that had never appeared before when Ian had caused so much trouble.

Clark wanted to know exactly how big of a mess Ian had made, but Ian hesitated and didn't dare to be too direct, so he used a more subtle way of expressing himself.

"Let me put it this way, Dad, have you ever heard of Catholicism or Christianity?" Ian's Adam's apple bobbed. He looked down at the tips of his shoes, his voice barely audible.

Clark suddenly realized that the Kryptonians' super hearing might be malfunctioning.

That must be the case!

I saw.

Under Clark's increasingly wide gaze.

Ian continued speaking to the ground, “If I fail to preserve my chastity, Dad, your seniority in these religions will really become… very, very high.”

He tried his best to make his voice sound calm and optimistic. However, even though his meaning was not clearly expressed, Clark's super brain was unusually active.

An eerie silence followed.

The crickets in the green belt seemed to suddenly fall silent. In the distance, on the highway, a pickup truck suddenly had a tire blowout, and the driver's cursing was particularly clear in the silence.

"??????"

A bead of cold sweat slid down Clark's temple.

Then came the second drop.

The third drop.

One drop after another.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Clark swallowed hard.

He silently took out his phone.

The dialing speed is so fast that it cannot be detected by the human eye.

"Clark, what's up?"

Gotham's signature bubbly voice came through the phone. Bruce Wayne was in the Batcave adjusting his new wheelchair, while in the background, Alfred exclaimed in amazement that Bruce's wheelchair was faster than a sports car.

"Bruce, I've run into a little problem."

Clark was too preoccupied to care about Batman's wheelchair's 0-100 km/h acceleration time.

"This is a very problematic issue. Just in case, I'd like to ask you, with your extraordinary abilities, if you could create something special."