I became light in American comics

"He said he was some kind of guardian of eternity and rocks? I can't remember. Oh, but Shen You said his name is Shazam."

Raven exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"

"Shazam? 'That' Shazam?"

"Huh? You've heard of it?"

"It's mentioned in one of Azarath's magical tomes. It says he was an ancient wizard from thousands of years ago, one of the strongest wizards, possessing power comparable to that of gods."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud bang that sounded like an explosion.

The two girls stopped in their tracks simultaneously, looked at each other for a moment, and then cautiously peeked their heads forward.

Then you see the legendary great wizard bombarding a poor frying pan with his supreme magic.

"Foolish cauldron, how dare you defy 'that wizard'! Very well, then accept your punishment!"

As he spoke, he unleashed a thunderbolt that blew the pot open.

Kara: "."

Raven: "."

Kara glanced at Raven silently, her eyes conveying the message: Are you sure this is the wizard you described?

Raven gave an innocent look, indicating that's how it's written in the book, although it doesn't quite look like that.

"Ok?"

The old wizard was about to unleash another bolt of lightning when his gaze suddenly swept across the room and he spotted two girls peeking out from the doorway. His throwing motion froze on the spot.

Half a second later, he silently withdrew his arm, casually tossed the pot he had blown apart into the trash can, then turned around nonchalantly, stroking his beard with the air of a hermit sage.

"Yes, you've arrived, that's good. But I must warn you beforehand that studying under the great wizard will be extremely difficult, so be prepared."

It was as if nothing had just happened.

Underground laboratory.

"System self-check complete, 'Anti-Breenac Radar' is online," Pal's voice rang out. "Starting up. Countdown, three, two, one."

The interface was lit up, and the radar coverage area was displayed as a map on the projection screen, with the words "Scanning" next to it.

A dedicated radar, built using data provided by Astra, was specifically designed to scan for signals on the particular channel used by Brainiac.

After all, the radar on DC Earth is the same type of radar used by certain Earth defense forces in the Ultraman series—it's all made of paper. Aliens swagger into Earth, practically running naked in the streets at 3 AM, and the radar just plays dead, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Therefore, Shen You thought it best to do this himself.

Hopefully, the Kryptonians' research will be reliable and actually work. It's a shame he can't test the functionality beforehand; he'll have to wait for Old Man Bu to arrive and test it out.

"Drip~"

Shen You was taken aback.

There was actually a reaction?

He frowned and immediately glanced at the radar scan records.

The signal was only there for a fleeting moment, quickly lost. But it definitely matched the characteristics of a figure fanatic in Krypton's database.

Moreover, the coordinates of the lost signal were located in a metropolitan area?

A chilling possibility immediately surfaced in Shen You's mind.

Could it be that Old Bu had actually arrived long ago, but was just observing and making plans in secret?

That would make the problem serious.

Just as I was wondering if I should go to the Metropolis for a look, Kara suddenly rushed in from outside.

Before they even saw him, they heard him shouting, "Shen You! Our Metropolis! We have to go to the Metropolis!" while they were still on the road.

"what happened?"

"Look at this!"

Kara was agitated, her blond hair all messy. She handed him her smartphone, which Shen You took and glanced at.

The phone is showing news feeds from Planet Daily, the most well-known newspaper in the metropolitan area.

"Faster than a bullet, more powerful than an engine, a man of steel—"

—Superman!

A photo was also attached below.

A young and handsome man was wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt, slim-fit jeans, and leather boots. The T-shirt had a striking "S" on the chest.

In the video, he is lifting a truck with his bare hands, his face beaming with an infectious, sunny smile.

"It's Carl, it must be Carl! My cousin!" Kara exclaimed excitedly. "We have to go find him!"

Chapter 75 Metropolis

The metropolis is a legendary city.

Unlike the perpetually rainy Gotham, Metropolis is a city with more sunny skies than rainy days. This place is always bustling, with towering skyscrapers standing in every corner of the city, throngs of people moving through busy streets, and electronic signs reflecting off glass curtain walls, giving the city a modern touch.

Here there are clear skies and sunshine, but it's not the warm sunlight of Kansas, where endless waves of wheat ripple across the fields. The sunlight in the metropolis seems a bit dimmer, and everyone living in this city is always in a hurry.

"It's very tall!"

Kara stood at the base of the skyscraper, looking up at the majestic building. The curtain wall reflected the dazzling sunlight, like a giant mirror reflecting the surrounding scenery, gleaming with the cold luster of steel and glass. The lines on the curtain wall intertwined to form beautiful geometric patterns, creating a wonderful visual effect through beveled cuts and reflections.

After all, she had only seen Gotham since coming to Earth, and Gotham's style was completely different. Few buildings with a predominantly Gothic style were built to such a height; only buildings like Wayne Tower and nearby office buildings might have this height, but the feeling they gave was also completely different.

"what!"

An elderly woman bumped into her as she looked up at the building, causing her handbag to fall to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Kara bent down to help her pick up her bag. "Let me help you."

"what you do!?"

The old woman glared at her fiercely and snatched her bag back: "Give it back to me!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to..."

"Counting floors? You're not from around here, are you, young lady?" The old lady frowned.

"No, no," Kara said nervously, tugging at her skirt. "Why?"

“Locals don’t stand around counting buildings all the time, you country bumpkin.” The old lady snorted heavily, slung her bag over her shoulder again, and left. “Stay away from me.”

Kara watched her retreating figure, a little hurt: "I thought only people from Gotham weren't so friendly."

"That's how times are now, but who knows what will happen in the future." Shen You patted her shoulder. "Don't think about her anymore. Aren't we here to see your cousin?"

"Ok!"

Kara immediately put her discomfort behind her back. Now that she was all alone on a foreign planet, it was always exciting to see her blood relatives again.

However, Shen You hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

I turned around and realized, oh, I'd lost Kara.

Kara stopped beside a pitiful-looking homeless man on the street, her eyes wide: "Do you need help, sir?"

"of course."

The homeless man pitifully raised his head, holding up the empty bowl in front of him as if he wanted to beg for some money, but upon seeing that there was a remarkably beautiful girl in front of him, he put down the bowl and changed his mind.

"I'm still missing a wife, what do you think?"

“Ah,” Kara shook her head, “there’s nothing I can do about that.”

"Don't look at me like this!" The homeless man quickly sat up straight, lowered his voice, and said with a serious expression, "I'll tell you this secret in secret, but don't tell anyone else, I'm actually not from Earth!"

"Huh?" Kara looked shocked.

I almost blurted it out, "Huh, what a coincidence? It's not me either."

"I come from the Vega star system, and I belong to the royal family of our planet. We were forced to remain here due to internal turmoil. When I return to the royal family and assume power, I will reward you with a planet."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen You had already returned and dragged Kara away. As she was being pulled away, she muttered, "Hey Shen You, wait a minute, he said he's an alien too!"

A moment later, they finally arrived at the legendary "Daily Planet".

"Why would Karl be in a place like this?" Kara asked, puzzled.

“Because that’s what interests him most. Wait a moment, let me find him.” Shen You narrowed his eyes.

Otto's gaze easily pierced through the wall and locked onto their target.

Kal-El, Superman, whose Earth name is Clark Kent.

Right now, young Da Chao is sitting at his desk, which is piled high with a computer and documents. The young reporter in a suit and tie is sitting behind the desk, answering a phone call, and has a cast on his arm?

Shen You was slightly surprised for a moment. What kind of deity could put a superhuman arm in a cast?

However, a quick glance revealed that it was clearly an act. Superman's arm was perfectly fine, completely normal. It was obvious that his identity as Clark Kent had gotten him involved in some dangerous incident, and he was deliberately putting on a facade to clear his colleagues of suspicion that he was Superman.

“Yes, Lois, I really want to go too.” Clark made a helpless face and said into the phone, “But you know, I was thrown off a bridge by the mob the day before yesterday, and thankfully Superman happened to be passing by and caught me.”

Yes, that's right, it's a serious injury. I can't feel my entire arm right now."

However, at this point, Da Chao suddenly looked left and right, looking like a primary school student peeking at whether the teacher was present in class.

Finding that no one seemed to be paying attention to him, he secretly pulled his arm out of the cast—because he was holding the phone in his other hand—then quickly picked up the coffee on the table, took a comfortable sip, and then, taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, quickly put his arm back in the cast.

Shen You: "."

It wasn't that he wanted to complain, but Da Chao's disguise was so half-hearted; he couldn't even finish the act!

"Yes, I'm too injured to move at all. I think I'll just stay in the office. That's all, see you later."

Clark hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

A young photographer with freckles on his face approached Clark.

"It's still serious, Clark?"

“Yeah, Jimmy.” Clark feigned pain, rubbing his shoulder in frustration. “It makes me feel like a useless person.”