I get stronger by sunbathing, just like Superman.

They are...energy...life

Need to interact with... other... creatures

Only through integration... can...

Survive…]

"Fusion?"

Lei Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. "Are you planning to find an Earthling to be your host? Will that replace the host's original consciousness?"

[No…

To be precise...

coexist…]

Lei Ming understood…

The observer is suggesting a parasitic fusion, where both parties benefit from the relationship, that not only doesn't harm humans but could potentially make the host extraordinary…

At this moment, the observer stretched out his hand, and the green orb of light detached from his palm and flew towards Earth.

But it hadn't flown very far... when it made another sharp turn and flew towards Leiming, finally hovering in front of his forehead...

Just as Lei Ming thought it had chosen him as its host, the ball of light flew towards Earth again and entered the atmosphere in the blink of an eye.

It seems that those few seconds of pause were just to look at him...

The observer then left again, without specifying when he would return.

Lei Ming also returned to base immediately, ignoring the green ball.

After all, he is the descendant of a 'hero'. As long as she doesn't cause him trouble, she can go after whoever she wants.

On his way back, he used telepathy to sense Max's 'mark' and discovered that he hadn't returned yet...

"Is this kid really asking for trouble...?"

...

...

Chapter Ninety-Seven Debate

Bvs World, Gotham.

Goodbye, Mr. Wayne! Thank you for your generosity! Have a good time!

Outside the gates of Wayne Manor, the taxi driver waved goodbye to Bruce through the car window with immense excitement, his face still beaming with barely suppressed joy even after the car had driven quite a distance.

He'll probably have plenty to brag about to his colleagues when he gets back...

He actually managed to snag the famous Bruce Wayne! And he even received a hefty tip that would allow him to live comfortably for half a month without having to work.

Whether others believe it or not, the driver felt that today was simply his lucky day.

Bruce stood at the entrance of the manor, politely smiling and waving goodbye to the driver. Then he took something out of his pocket—a key to a brand-new Mercedes-AMG car.

Thanks to those two guys who fought without regard for the occasion, he, the chairman of Wayne Corporation, actually had to take a taxi home. Today was truly his unlucky day...

Bruce looked somewhat helpless, weighed the keys in his hand, and then casually tossed them into a trash can some distance away as he turned to leave…

Accurate hit.

Instead of returning to the manor, he went straight to the underground Bat Cave. After years of expansion and renovation, it had been transformed into a fully equipped studio. During the time he was investigating information about Superman, he ate, drank, relieved himself, and slept all here.

Walking to the workbench, I found a cup of coffee still steaming on the table, along with a caring note left by the butler, Alfred.

Bruce gave a warm smile, then took off his coat and put it aside. He plopped down in the executive chair, picked up the fragrant, freshly ground coffee, and took a small sip... his face full of comfort and contentment.

He turned on his computer screen, and a multi-angle replay of the battle between Superman and the "fake" Superman that morning automatically popped up. He had obtained the footage by instructing Alfred on the way to retrieve local surveillance footage... He watched until the very end, when Superman was carrying a human-shaped ice block and disappearing into the horizon.

Looking at the man with a capital S emblazoned on his chest, Bruce's expression turned somber, and he silently vowed that one day...

He will settle all old and new scores with him.

He put the coffee back on the table and then pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. It was half a newspaper he had picked up from the ground a few seconds before he "suddenly" returned to the Metropolis from "London".

After carefully opening it, the newspaper headline appeared…

Los Angeles city hero 'Super Max' is suspected of reconciling with his ex-girlfriend, a vampire...

The accompanying photo is a color snapshot, in which a blue figure carrying a woman flies over the city, and a large 'M' can be faintly seen on the figure's chest.

I folded the newspaper and compared it to the still image on the computer screen…

Bruce finally confirmed that the blond kid who fought Superman in Gotham that morning... oh no, I mean the one who got crushed, was the same person in the newspaper!

He came from the other world where 'Lundun' had accidentally stumbled into that day!

This conclusion was reached after he returned, based on his own speculation and investigation, as well as after a series of rigorous arguments.

First of all, the time difference is different. The Metropolitan area is at least ten hours behind London. It was already late at night in the Metropolitan area when he was taken to London by that light screen that appeared out of nowhere... but it was still late at night.

Bruce only dared to make this conclusion because of the date in the newspaper and the blond boy he had never seen before.

He put down the newspaper and uploaded the data he had collected to his computer's private cloud.

So... he added another thing to his 'work' schedule.

But before that, he needs to take care of the more pressing matters first…

...

...

Deep in the icy, snow-covered Arctic mountains, no one would imagine that such a remote and sparsely populated place would contain a massive alien spaceship.

In Clark's solitary fortress, deep within the control room, Max lay motionless on a metal 'bed' with his eyes closed, his limbs firmly secured by high-strength straps.

Meanwhile, a futuristic-looking oval robot hovering in the air was emitting beams of blue light, conducting a full-body scan of the unconscious Max.

Clark stood to one side with his arms crossed and a serious expression.

A moment later, a mechanical female voice rang out…

According to the test results, 97 percent of his genetic material is that of an ordinary human.

The remaining three percent belong to another unknown group... but are humanoid carbon-based life forms with a more advanced life form...

"So... he's not a Kryptonian?"

Clark was somewhat surprised, but also relieved... at least he no longer had to harm his own kind, even if it was only a possibility.

Yes, although he is not a Kryptonian, his physical characteristics are very similar to those of Kryptonians.

The three percent of advanced genes in his body enabled his cells to store and convert stellar energy, much like those of Kryptonians. This gave him superhuman strength and made him immune to Kryptonite…

However, there's one very strange thing.

"What's weird about that?"

Clark was listening attentively and immediately asked a question upon hearing this.

[Although this human cell can convert, store, and utilize stellar energy, it does not possess the physiological conditions to absorb stellar energy...]

"In other words..."

The power within him doesn't belong to him... he's essentially a borrower, or a vessel...

"Is that so?"

Clark seemed to be deep in thought.

Yes, and its battery life also makes it impossible to detect the source.

Normally, he expended a lot of energy fighting you and should be in dire need of replenishing it…

But at this moment, the energy he had already depleted was being continuously replenished without any external input.

This violates the law of conservation of energy for humans.

Clark stroked his chin, growing increasingly puzzled as he listened, and began to suspect that this 'imposter' might be related to the light screen he had seen earlier…

However, a sudden exclamation interrupted his thoughts, and then the quiet control room became noisy...

Where is this?

Why are you tying me up?

Am I in the lab?

Are you going to dissect me?

Please don't!

My older brother is Superman!

He won't let you get away with this since you've treated me like this…

Max launched into a rapid-fire monologue the moment he opened his eyes, but Clark managed to catch the key information in his words…

"What did you just say?"