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Shen You then understood.

He understood. It likely meant that a super brain had begun to develop.

A super brain is also a standard feature of Kryptonians. It's described as having a brain with computing power exceeding that of a supercomputer, possessing the ability to think at ultra-high speeds.

That's how it's set up, of course.

But when it comes to actual combat performance, the most common combat strategy given by the super brain is: quickly use your invincible super power to A!

I wonder if Kara came across some strange information while surfing the internet during her formative years, and that's how she ended up like this.

It's clear that internet restrictions on teenagers are justified.

Shen You sat down in front of Kara, and the little girl looked up blankly: "Shen You, do you know why the sky is so blue?"

Instead of wasting time thinking about all that nonsense, why don't you take a look at these first?

Shen You slammed several large stacks of books onto the table.

Kara blinked blankly, "What's this?"

"An introductory textbook for twenty-four different languages ​​among the languages ​​of the world," Shen You said. "You have to learn all of these languages ​​within twenty-four hours. There's a test tomorrow. If you fail, you'll lose tomorrow's dessert."

The little girl's eyes widened, and the tuft of hair on her head stood up again.

That expression clearly seemed to be saying something.

Are you sober?

However, to be fair, Shen You felt that he had given himself enough time.

This is still taking into account that her super brain is in the early stages of development and may have a slower comprehension speed. Otherwise, according to Kryptonian standards, she would be given five minutes at most, or ten minutes if she were more merciful, and no more than that.

After all, the more you use your brain, the more agile it becomes. This is just an appetizer to help train her brainpower. Once her brain is fully developed, knowledge of various civilizations from twenty-eight star systems awaits her on the Kryptonian spaceship.

Shen You intended to develop Kara into his research assistant in the future. After all, it's not easy to find an assistant with a super brain.

In the DC universe, dealing with low-level villains often involves simply brute force. However, the higher the villain's rank, the less effective brute force becomes; instead, wisdom and knowledge take precedence.

Therefore, in his view, both physical strength and intelligence are things that must be grasped firmly and thoroughly.

We can't be like Superman, making the old Batman think we only have fists and no brains.

Watching Kara pitifully pick up the book and start cramming, Shen You nodded in satisfaction, feeling that this way the super brain's resources weren't wasted, and turned back to the underground laboratory.

The radar detected negative phase fluctuations as soon as we got downstairs, before the lights were even turned on.

Shen You swiped it open with great interest and found that it was on the other side of the city, where he had marked a reaction of dark energy.

And this intensity... seems a bit too strong, doesn't it?

Tianyan Association, Headquarters.

That's the general situation.

On the other end of the video call, Dell Smith on the monitor looked apologetic.

"I'm very sorry, sir. But we really have done our best. The alien attack last time caused severe damage to our Gotham branch, and this time our temporary base is only half-built. We haven't even had time to equip it with personnel and weapons."

"Moreover, the opponent's body is impervious to blades and bullets, she clearly possesses the ability to move at supersonic speeds, and has the superhuman strength to dismantle a turret with her bare hands. It's no exaggeration to say that the outer shell of an armored vehicle is like a piece of paper in her hands."

"We didn't have time to recover from the last blow, so there's really nothing we can do."

To sum it up in one sentence.

It's not that I'm bad at the game, I was just being targeted.

Amanda Waller's face was ashen. However, it was difficult to discern the change in color from her chubby, dark face; one could mainly guess from her eyes.

She paused for a moment, then coldly said, "Say it again. What did they say in their message?"

"She said we were detaining their people and told us to release them immediately, or she wouldn't be polite," Dale said weakly.

"Understood," Waller said in a deep voice. "Stay vigilant. Contact us again if there are any further developments."

The video feed cut off, and Waller sat back in his office chair, remaining silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly, he lost his temper and flipped the computer screen over, the monitor shattering on the floor with a crack.

Waller is furious, extremely furious.

Wait, where did these invincible alien idiots come from?

Waller was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of facing aliens—after all, that was their mission at Sky Eye.

The key question is, who did we kill? And who did we arrest? You better explain yourself clearly!

I inexplicably feel like a huge, unspeakable black pot has been shoved over my head, and the more it's shoved, the deeper it seems to get, and I still don't know where it came from. I'm furious, but there's nothing I can do.

Waller has always been the one scheming against others and making them take the blame for her. When has she ever suffered such injustice?

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Meanwhile, the handsome young man in the restaurant's basement seemed to sense something.

"That's strange, I always feel like someone's watching me."

Chapter 51 Can I change my wish?

Gotham Harbor, abandoned warehouse.

A room that should have been forgotten, a corner that should have been deserted since the year before last, was now glowing with a faint green light.

That was the glow of the monitors. Computer cases were placed on makeshift shelves and desktops, and two layers of monitors surrounded the only chair in the room. It was completely dark all around, and the screensavers of the inactive monitors all had a uniform green background with a prominent "?" on them.

The riddler's stronghold.

Edward Nigma, the Riddler, was sitting between the monitors in the room.

Not long ago, after his debut, he engaged in a battle of wits with Batman for a while, but after his biggest setback not long ago—when a giant, seemingly by chance, happened to pass by and casually broke through his carefully prepared trap to rescue the child he had kidnapped—the Riddler temporarily went into hiding.

During this time, he remained holed up in his small house, leaving no clues or riddles, staying home and not going out to cause any trouble. Therefore, Batman and the GCPD had no way to catch him and had to give up for the time being.

But of course he couldn't just give up like that.

This time, he's brewing something even bigger than before, an unprecedented mystery, and a grand stage befitting his status as a super genius.

Just then, a dark shadow slowly emerged from behind him, transforming into a distorted shape in the empty room.

"Edward Nigma."

The riddle-maker's pupils contracted, he stopped typing, frowned, and turned around.

"Who is there?"

"Me? I am the shadow conjured up in the hearts of all those who are unwilling to accept their fate; I am revenge."

The shadowy figure materialized into the form of a venomous scorpion demon, its scarlet eyes filled with cruelty.

"demon?"

As expected of one of Arkham's regular VIPs, the Riddler remained calm and composed despite the bizarre and supernatural situation.

"A demon? No." The scorpion demon sneered. "My name is the demon spirit Krezas, and I'm here to lend you a hand."

The riddle-maker pondered for a moment.

"But you just said you were seeking revenge."

The Poison Scorpion Demon opened his mouth, but the rest of the sentence he had prepared was abruptly cut off.

“That’s a conceptual, abstract statement,” it explained in a muffled voice. “I am indeed seeking revenge, but my name is Kreiss.”

"Dude, what you guys are doing is creating a lot of confusion."

The riddle-maker turned around in his swivel chair and clasped his hands together.

"I bet you don't go out to do business often, right? I guess you're not good enough to easily fool fresh souls?"

“I already said, I’m not a demon, I’m a spirit!” The Poisonous Scorpion Spirit shook its head, trying to get the conversation back on track. “In short, you have talent, and deep inside you there is a darkness that others don’t have.”

We recognize your talent and are willing to remove any obstacles that may hinder you from achieving your dreams! Tell us your biggest wish, whatever it may be.

Without hesitation, the riddle teller replied, "Help me take down that 'Ultraman'."

The scorpion demon's smile vanished instantly.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared wide-eyed at the riddle-maker.

You want me dead?

After a moment of hesitation, it asked sullenly, "I thought you'd want to kill Batman. He's the one who's been ruining your plans, isn't he?"

"I'd like to, but I think I can handle it myself. After all, he's not as smart as me."

The riddle teller smiled smugly and crossed his arms.

"But that giant last time was a variable. He inexplicably ruined my plans, as if he were just passing by, and didn't play by my rules at all. I don't like that."

The Poisonous Scorpion Demon pondered for a moment, then said, "I know you are a great designer, a master of riddles. Your masterpieces are impressive."

"Thank you," the riddle teller said proudly, puffing out his chest.

"But I know your ambitions go beyond that. You want to achieve something greater than ever before, to devise an unprecedented riddle, and to become a scar that this city, no, this world, will never forget. Isn't that right?"

And we possess power, extraordinary power, the power to do anything.

The demon spirit floated behind him and whispered a seductive whisper.

Embrace the darkness within you, and we will help you realize that grand vision.

The riddle-maker thought for a moment.

"Thank you, but no need. I still want to kill that Ultraman."

Demon Spirit: "."

It was already roaring inside.

We can't beat them! I've said it so many times, we just can't beat them!

Can you choose a different one?

After a moment's hesitation, the demon spirit changed its tone and its offensive strategy.

"Or I'm curious, as a master riddle maker, how do you manage to ignore the biggest riddle that comes your way?"