"Then fire him, and his whole team, he and his team have burned too much money and have never been able to produce results, and the Luthor Group doesn't need useless people."

The elevator door clanged open, accompanied by the sound of high heels ticking on the precious floor, and the female president in professional attire instructed the other side of the phone to walk into the top floor of the Luther Building.

"I don't care what Luthor did during his lifetime, what strategic layout he set, and the current Luthor Group is my master!"

Hanging up the phone, the female president at the helm of a multibillion-dollar multinational group opens the door, but it is dark in the luxurious penthouse, and she frowns to turn on the faulty smart light switch.

Smack, smack, smack!

Suddenly, a clapping voice came from the darkness, and a figure sat behind his desk, the moonlight shining on him, illuminating a faint outline.

"Lex?"

Frightened off the mobile phone in her hand, the female president's face changed and retreated, her voice trembled in disbelief, and she almost couldn't believe what she saw.

She hadn't forgotten that figure so quickly, and a man who should have died appeared like a ghost!

"Don't be afraid, Mosie, it's not a ghost from hell sitting here right now."

With a click, the lamp snapped, and Lex Luthor peeked out of the shadows, his chin crossed and playfully looking at her.

"No way, you...... Aren't you dead? ”

Mosie retreated in terror, her back against the wall.

"The Beyonder killed you, and everyone saw that video!"

"It's just another me that's dead."

A glint of hatred crossed Luther's eyes.

"I came here to repay this blood debt, and the blood debt must be paid with blood!"

Lex Luthor is indeed dead, and he is strictly a clone spontaneously cloned from Lex Luthor's backup plan.

"But it doesn't matter who is the clone of whom, who can be the one who succeeds in controlling the power of the earth, and who is the real Lex Luthor."

He leaned back in his chair, looked at the shivering Mosie, and spread his hands.

"Don't be afraid, you've managed my Luthor Group very well during this time."

"Lex ......"

Mosie stammered for an explanation.

Lex Luthor must have heard what she had said when she walked in earlier, and she didn't think it would be a compliment, though it sounded like it.

"Although it is a little too good, you alone have 38 percent of the shares of the Luther Group, which you manage, and you have become the only major shareholder."

These words frightened Mosie even more to flee, afraid that Luthor would pounce on her in the next second and strangle her who had swallowed up the wealth of two generations of the Luthor family.

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at Mosie, who looked like a guinea pig under the snake's mouth, Luthor waved her hand to reassure her, as if he didn't care what she was doing.

"Actually, I want to thank you."

"Sense...... Thank? ”

"Before you took over the Luther Group, I was forced to not show up for a long time, and some people in the group began to secretly embezzle the group's assets, and before I died, the Luther Group was already full of holes and crumbling."

Luthor spoke eloquently, hatred flashing in his eyes.

"Thankfully, after my death, you took it over, cleaned it of the moth, and brought the Luther Cluster tree back to life and prosperity, and you helped me a lot.

Didn't disappoint me and promoted you to the top of the group management at a young age, just below me. ”

"Lex, I am willing to immediately sign the share transfer and return to you the property belonging to your family."

Mosie knew the viciousness and horror of the person in front of her, she was just a bat that occupied the snake's nest for a while, even if she was driven away, it was nothing, as long as she could save her life under the snake's kiss.

And she remembered that Luthor had shown superpowers before he died, and that he had to hold out for a while in front of the Beyonder before dying.

"There's no rush for now."

In front of hundreds of billions of dollars in assets, Luthor waved his hand lightly.

"I have something more important, where is Professor Ivo?"

Even if he got the group's property back, Lex Luthor was already a dead man in the eyes of the world, and in fact he was indeed dead, and now sitting here was one of his clones.

And his enemies will not be happy to see him crawl back from hell again, and then things will go back to the way they were.

"Ivo, Anthony Ivo?"

Mosie thought back.

"Exactly, in which laboratory is Professor Ivo assigned to him by the group?"

"I fired him two months ago."

"What are you?" Lex Luthor was visibly stunned.

"You fired him?"

"He's one of the best scientists our Lex Group has ever had, maybe even one of the best scientists on the planet, and you've fired him!"

He stood up, Luther looking incredulous.

"I have been saving group expenses, and I have cut a number of unnecessary expenses, he is a typical one, one person is a laboratory, the project of applying for experimental funding is never fixed, the direction of research is fantastical, and I have never come up with decent results."

Mosie was puzzled, even when she offered to return the assets of the Luther family, Luthor didn't react so much.

"I take back what I said before."

Hearing this reason, Luthor straightened his suit, and the previous appreciation in his eyes disappeared, his expression was like seeing a boring stupid person, and he frowned and said indifferently.

"You may not understand that the course of human history has never been driven by you ordinary people who are only a little clever, but by geniuses who cannot be understood by the world."

With that, Luthor disappeared into the darkness, dropping a word before leaving.

"Remember what you should and shouldn't say, you've never seen a ghost named Lex Luthor tonight."

There was a pale of fright on his face, and it was not until he was sure that Luthor had really left, that Mosie breathed greedily into the air like a man who had fallen into the water, as if he had survived the rest of his life.

……

In an underground secret laboratory.

Luthor looked at the news on his computer, browsing the headlines.

"The natural disaster of the dead that swept the world, and the transcendent led the Justice League to solve it in time."

"Steelbones revealed that the person behind this incident was actually Hades, the king of Hades in Greek mythology?"

"The Beyonder has sent the Grim Reaper, who wants to conquer the world, back to hell!"

On the screen on the side, several video materials are played, all of which are limited images of the battle of the strongest superheroes in the eyes of the public.

"The Beyonder kills the lightning monster who caused the explosion in the city of Fawcett, the Beyonder defeats the Black Adam who caused the world turmoil, the Beyonder and the Alliance fight the ancient demons who conjure up the volcano, and the Beyonder and the Alliance fight against the cosmic mercenaries from beyond the sky......"

"A series of credits, brilliant and dazzling."

There was no need to hide his mood when no one was there, and Luther looked ugly and clenched his fists tightly.

It is an exaggeration to say that during the time of his death, the Beyonder actually saved the Earth several times.

"Why is this damn planet so plagued!"

What are you kidding, just during the period of his death, one world crisis after another intensified and staged one after another.

The last live broadcast of Lex Luthor wanting to use the Transcendents to kill him with his own hands before he died, leaving the global exclusion and fear of the Transcendentals, undoubtedly failed.

The initial murmur has been completely drowned out and forgotten after the Beyonder has saved the world countless times.

As if God was against him, he gave those superheroes a stage to display their abilities with crises one after another!

"What a clown."

The laptop was swept off the table, and Lex Luthor couldn't help but be a little angry, laughing at the previous Lex Luthor and being annoyed that the other party had left him with the ultimate mess of being born and facing at the end of his life.

"Yes, Lex Luthor isn't dead."

But what's the use?

The enemy has become stronger, and he is still the same as he was before he died, and the cards he can play are still the same.

"The last enemy that Lex Luthor couldn't solve, can he be solved by another Lex Luthor?"

Instead of showing the strength and calmness he showed in front of Mosie, he had nothing to do in the face of the Beyond, and now he could only hope to seek the wisdom of others, like a gambler on the verge of despair, to find the card that could help him turn the situation around.

Like that Dr. Anthony Ivo!

The last Luthor left him with memories told him that he was an unborn tech genius.

……

[89% of the templates have been fused]

In the early autumn morning sun, by the lake, David sat on a fisherman's bench fishing.

The last time the sun was almost sucked dry by the Horr, it was extremely strong and caused a concerted panic among people around the world, bringing him some unexpected emotional gains.

"The greatest source of human fear is the unknown."

His gaze swept over the turquoise surface of the lake, where the water rippled, and the light under the waves was dim, and no one knew what was below.

The disasters that can be seen, touched, and known may not be the most terrifying, but the disasters that do not know when they will happen, or even know if they are not happening, are the most terrifying.

"On an ordinary day, without the knowledge of the world, the sun was almost sucked dry, and the earth was on the verge of doom, even though the Justice League told the world that the crisis had been resolved, but the seeds of unease had been planted."

People around the world have become nervous for a long time, feeling restless on the way to work, working, eating, and even sleeping, afraid that things will happen again, and from time to time they pay attention to all the movements of the Justice League, which provides David with a lot of emotional points.

"During this time, the degree of formwork integration has grown very quickly."

Before the downward trend, the world that the Hades summoned the army of the dead to try to conquer happened, which gave Davy another wave of speed to the speed of the fusion template.

"Although the fusion stage of each template will bring new abilities is different, this time I have a hunch that after 90% fusion, I should have the strongest healing ability of the Hyperion Dragon King."

David's eyes flashed.

After all, there are only ninety percent and ninety-five percent nodes left, and choosing one of the two will definitely give the ability to heal immortals.

There was a sonic boom in the sky, and Clark, who was wearing a suit and square-rimmed glasses, landed next to David after observing that there was no one nearby.

"What was the outcome of the interview?"

David looked at him.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Clark scratched his head in embarrassment.

The last time Clark took up his life because he was fighting crime, his father Jonathan and his mother Martha talked about it at the dinner table, hoping that when he was Superman, he wouldn't forget to be himself and be Clark Kent.

"Clark, I know you're gifted enough to hear a lot of what's going on in the distance that we can't see, and hear a lot of voices from thousands of miles away that we can't hear.

But you're not a god, you can't do everything, you can't save everyone. ”

Mother Martha was very distressed about her son's state, flying in the sky, with little time to rest, he had not belonged to Clark Kent's life for a long time.

"I think my parents are right, in fact, when I was already saving people, people were being shot in the distance, there were robberies happening, all kinds of sins and tragedies were happening, and I couldn't stop everything."

Looking at the lake, Clark was a little lonely.

He wasn't a god, he realized that, but he just wanted to save as many people as he could.

"Mom and Dad are right, you have to learn to let go, you don't owe anything to the people of this planet, and you weren't born to be a 24-hour babysitter for humans."

David said.

He agrees with his parents that Clark should have his own life, relax and relax like a normal person, fall in love like a normal person, marry a wife and have children.

"Yes, so today I went to the Planet Daily for an interview."

Clark took a deep breath and smiled.

Live like a normal person and start by having a job.

"In fact, the job of a reporter is very good, you can reasonably investigate some things in a normal capacity without arousing suspicion, and you can contact some people who Superman can't let down his guard through interviews."

"Your academic qualifications ......"

David nodded, and Clark's life was on the right track.

It's just that Clark's academic qualifications should be a problem, and he hasn't graduated from college yet.

"I remember the Planet Daily being the nation's premier newspaper in journalism."

"It's not a problem."

A row of shiny teeth peeked out of Clark's mouth.

"I showed some scoops and photos to prove that I had what it takes, and they hired me as an intern journalist."

As for how to get it, being a reporter with superhuman ability is naturally cheating, so that he will not be so rigid and try to use the advantages of hard work to convince the interviewer, and no one will waste time listening to him talk about this.

"Speaking of which, where did my father go?

Every autumn time at this time, we fish here by the lake. ”

Looking around, Clark wondered.

"He kept telling me to relax, why wasn't he here today."

This is also a tradition for the Kent family, and whenever the weather is most pleasant in autumn, Jonathan Kent will pick a day when the farm is not busy and bring his two sons to the lake to fish.

"Uncle Rick's tractor broke down, and I asked my father to help."

David replied, and said that he had caught a fish with his rod.

"Okay."

Bringing a stool and sitting down, Clark, who had just won the interview, happily offered to compare it with David.

"Let's see who catches more fish?"

This is also the old tradition in the past, the father and son are more than fishing, but he is generally the first to the bottom, because fishing is the most jealous and impetuous, and he used to be in adolescence when he was asked to suppress his talent.

But now it's different.

"Okay."

David nodded, not thinking he would lose.

"Let's talk about it first, no one can use superpowers." Glancing at the several fish in his brother's fish box, Clark remembered that Davy's ability to manipulate gravity was a little scared, and hurriedly added.

……

Anthony Ivo is dead.

When Luthor found his latest residence and rushed to his home, he found himself dead in his hospital bed.

In front of the corpse covered in white cloth, Luther's face was ugly and unacceptable.

"You...... How can you die? ”

His last hope was dashed.

But at this moment, a tall figure appeared not far behind him, and said in a mechanical voice.

"You...... Who is it? ”

"Who's there?"

Startled, Luthor turned his head to see a tall, inhuman silver figure standing in the shadows of the room.

"Hello, my father created me, and my name is Amodr."

(End of chapter)