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"However, you don't need to worry. To prevent this from happening, I have prepared some magical equipment."

As Du Mu spoke, he reached into the air and pulled out a pair of bright red shorts.

[Props: Superman's red underwear (Superman's fashion item, the first person to wear underwear on the outside)]

Du Mu held the two corners of the underwear and handed them to Clark.

He said with a smug tone, "I've already enchanted this equipment beforehand, layering it with various defensive spells. Once you're attacked by magic or mental attacks, the spells will automatically trigger to help you withstand the attack. It's specially made for you."

These shorts are made of a very sturdy material, similar to the material of Clark Kent's Superman suit. They won't be damaged no matter how much you wear them, so they can withstand multiple enchantments.

However, Du Mu didn't add any fancy magic to it; it was all defensive magic specifically designed to resist spell damage, making it essentially a piece of equipment with full magic resistance.

For Clark, whose physical attack and physical resistance are maximized, there is simply no better equipment.

Besides, returning these underwear to Clark is like returning it to its rightful owner.

Clark looked down at the bright red underwear in his hand, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Why is this piece of equipment a pair of underwear? Am I supposed to wear it underneath?"

If I actually wore this outfit, everyone present would know I was wearing red underwear underneath, and just thinking about it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Du Mu chuckled, "Don't worry, you don't need to wear it underneath."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"It's worn on the outside."

Clark's expression froze.

He quickly shook his head, his tone full of resistance: "No, no, this look is too weird. Who wears their underwear on the outside?" Bullshit, that's how you dress in comics.

Du Mu patted him on the shoulder and earnestly advised, "These underwear must be worn on the outside to activate their effect. Moreover, wearing them this way will make you look more friendly, so people won't be afraid of you because you are too strong."

Clark's lips twitched.

Are you sure you don't look more like a pervert?

"I think Du Mu is right, these underwear really do suit you."

"That's right, this equipment was specially made for you by Du Mu. Don't let Du Mu's kindness go to waste."

Wearing underwear on the outside sounds fashionable.

"Clark, we must prioritize the bigger picture."

The other members offered their advice, seemingly out of consideration for Clark.

But you could tell from their wildly upturned smiles that they were clearly about to break down.

Bruce said expressionlessly, "Clark, to avoid repeating the same mistake as last time, I suggest you wear it. The upcoming crisis concerns the safety of the entire planet, and we cannot afford to make any mistakes."

"Okay... alright."

With his external brain having spoken, Clark had no choice but to accept his fate.

Du Mu did not show favoritism and turned around to distribute some magical equipment to the other members as well.

However, the enchantment strength of these items is far inferior to that red pair of underwear. Most of them can only be used three or four times before their durability runs out, rendering them unusable.

Once everything was ready, the Super Seven didn't delay and set off for the Seaside City.

According to Bruce's assessment, Parallax is seeking revenge on Hal, and its most likely location is Seaside City.

The other members had no objections.

Just blindly believe whatever Bateman says.

Clark was the first to break out of the atmosphere and initiate video sharing in the chat group in space, acting as a reconnaissance position for the entire team.

At the same time, Amanda Waller reported the impending parallax invasion up the chain of command.

After hearing the briefing, the senior management was completely stunned.

First came alien armies, then angels and demons, and now a cosmic-level monster.

What terrible things has Earth done?

But then he thought, this was an opportunity, a chance to show the public that their government wasn't just a figurehead. The orders were relayed down the chain of command, and all departments quickly went into wartime mode. Even the dusty mushrooms in the warehouses were pulled out for inspection and standby. Before long, Clark's superhuman vision detected the anomaly.

In the video footage, a dark mass is seen surging towards Earth from deep space, its interior faintly glowing with a yellow light. As it rapidly approaches, its full form gradually becomes clearer.

Parallax!

It doesn't look the same as its appearance in the comics.

In the comics, it is an insect-like creature with multiple pairs of limbs and a multi-segmented body.

What appeared on the screen at this moment resembled an absurdly large octopus, with a round, bulging head and countless tentacles formed from black mist churning below, each hundreds of meters long, twisting and turning back and forth, creating an indescribable sense of déjà vu.

As the Parallax monster drew closer, its body almost filled the entire screen.

Looking around, it is at least several thousand meters long, and even much larger than the deep-sea behemoth Karasun.

The members of the Seven were almost speechless upon witnessing this scene.

Bruce stared intently at the screen, his brow furrowed slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Clark, try to intercept it. Don't let it get close to Earth." "I'll try."

At this moment, Clark was wearing a handsome red and blue battle suit, but he was wearing red underwear on the outside.

This style of dressing would be considered perverted on anyone else, but on Clark, it somehow looks surprisingly harmonious. Of course, this has something to do with his incredibly handsome, model-like face.

Without a word, Clark transformed into a blur and charged straight at Parallax.

Parallax also noticed Clark's presence immediately.

It stared at the red and blue figure rushing towards it, a look of excitement and greed on its face.

"What a powerful physical body, it's practically the perfect vessel."

Parallax is the embodiment of fear and needs a host to parasitize in order to become stronger.

Having just broken free from Abinsu's seal, it had been searching for a suitable vessel, never expecting to stumble upon a perfect body so quickly. "Human, I grant you the right to become my host. You will gain all my abilities, and at that time, you will be the most powerful being in the universe."

Parallax's voice pierced through the vacuum and eerily reached Clark's ears, its tone carrying an arrogant condescension.

Physical rules and such don't exist.

"I refuse."

Clark decisively shook his head and refused.

What a joke! Even without Parallax, he could roam freely in the universe.

Moreover, his own strength is the greatest; going to borrow someone else's ability is just weakening himself.

"You have no choice but to accept this."

As Parallax's words fell, several tentacles simultaneously reached forward.

As the black mist surged, it encircled Clark from all directions, attempting to swallow him whole.

But space is Clark's home turf, because it's closer to the yellow sun, and he can absorb more energy, giving him a full buff.

Clark exhaled a burst of frigid air, a torrent of white frost erupting from his mouth, crashing head-on into the churning black mist tentacles. The extreme temperature instantly froze the black mist, and the tentacles transformed into stiff icicles in the blink of an eye.

Clark's eyes widened, and crimson heat rays swept across, two high-temperature beams slicing through like sharp blades, severing the frozen tentacles into countless pieces.

Clark's speed did not decrease at all. He transformed into a red and blue meteor, passing through the broken ice shards. He clenched his right fist and gathered all his strength, slamming it hard into Parallax's round, bulging head.

The terrifying force shattered half of the Parallax monster's face, causing the black mist to explode and the monster's head to tilt backward.

However, in the blink of an eye, the surging black mist gathered again.

Parallax's shattered face quickly healed, and its broken tentacles reformed, as if nothing had happened. Parallax opened its massive maw and spat out a huge yellow energy ball at Clark.

Hoo--tui!

Clark didn't dodge; he met the energy ball head-on with his right fist and shattered it.

A burst of yellow light erupted, and shockwaves spread in all directions. Large amounts of residual energy lingered around Clark, clinging to him in wisps.

These energies, imbued with the essence of the Parallax, namely fear, act like invisible needles, attempting to pierce the depths of Clark's mind and disrupt his intellect.

The next moment, magical runes flashed faintly on Clark's red underwear, instantly dispelling the terrifying energy that was trying to invade.

Clark's eyes regained their clarity, unaffected in the slightest.

The red underwear perfectly compensated for his low magic resistance, resulting in an epic buff.

Clark now has everything he needs.

"It's really useful, but the design..."

Clark glanced down at his red underwear, his expression somewhat complicated.

It wasn't because the look was too bizarre, but rather because he found himself starting to get used to it.

That's terrifying.

"It can actually resist the corrosive influence of fear."

Parallax was somewhat surprised to see that Clark did not react.

But it immediately let out a cold laugh: "Since that's the case, then turn your fear into nourishment for me. A strong person like you, your fear will surely make me even stronger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Parallax suddenly opened his mouth and made a sucking motion.

Immediately, a surge of yellow energy erupted from Clark's body and, as if drawn by some force, was sucked into the Parallax monster's mouth.

The Parallax Monster laughed loudly, "Hahaha, even someone as powerful as you has fears. Let me see what your fear is... Uh, the fear of killing someone with all your might?"

Its laughter stopped abruptly.

What kind of bizarre reason for fear is this?

What it didn't know was that Clark never dared to use his full strength.

To Clark, the entire Earth was like a thin sheet of paper that could be torn apart with the slightest force, so he always subconsciously restrained his strength, afraid of accidentally killing his enemy.

But now that the Parallax monster has absorbed that fear, Clark's self-sealing has been completely shattered, and his eyes are glowing with a man-eating red light. Clark: (O皿O)

Parallax Monster: (O_Q)

It seems it did something stupid.

The next moment, Clark's figure flickered around Parallax.

It wasn't teleportation; his speed was just too fast.

Whenever Clark pauses and reappears, it is accompanied by a fierce attack, a mix of basic attacks and various skills, relentlessly slamming the Parallax monster.

With Clark unleashing his full power, Parallax was utterly unable to withstand the onslaught. Holes kept exploding on its massive body, and black mist surged wildly.

However, each time it is broken up, it can reform and reshape itself in a very short time, completely unaffected.

Clearly, physical attacks are not very effective.

However, Clark is helpless against Parallax, and Parallax is equally helpless against Clark.

Its fear-inducing power was completely ineffective against the red underwear, and physical attacks on Clark were barely a scratch.

The two fought for a long time without making any progress, and were at a stalemate.

Seeing that it couldn't take down Clark, the Parallax monster immediately shifted its target, looking towards the blue planet in the distance.

"I'll settle the score with you after I've absorbed the fear of those humans on that planet."

Parallax chose a tactical relocation, deciding to go to Earth first to strengthen itself, and then return to cause trouble for Clark after upgrading.

Its massive body suddenly changed direction, carrying black mist as it flew towards Earth.

Clark's expression changed, and he immediately chased after it, punching it in the body and blasting a large hole in it.

Parallax ignored him completely, letting its body be pierced through. The black mist churned a few times before it returned to its original state, its speed undiminished as it continued to approach Earth. As Parallax drew nearer to Earth, the military also detected its presence.

The supreme commander decisively issued the order: unleash my nuclear missile and fire at the alien hillbillies!

Although the power of a nuclear bomb diminishes significantly in space, it is still far better than detonating it on Earth and causing a series of uncontrollable side effects. The rocket carrying the nuclear warhead ascends rapidly, trailing a plume of flame, and after disintegrating and accelerating at high altitude, it hurtles towards the outside of the atmosphere.

Seeing this, Clark quickly created some distance.

He didn't know if he could withstand the power of a nuclear bomb and the radiation, but it was better not to do anything reckless.

No precise aiming is needed; with the Parallax Monster's massive size, it's hard to miss.

The nuclear bomb struck the Parallax monster's body directly, detonating on its surface with a deafening roar, sending blinding light blasting through space.

However, before the light had faded, boundless black mist burst forth from the center of the light.

The parallax monster was completely unharmed, its speed undiminished, and it pierced straight through the atmosphere, the black mist churning and gradually covering the entire sky above the coastal city. The nuclear bomb had no effect.

When the news reached the command center, everyone's expression changed drastically.

This is supposed to be the most powerful weapon in the world, yet it has absolutely no effect?

The piercing air raid sirens blared throughout the entire seaside city, and the emergency announcements were repeatedly broadcast over and over on the streets.

"Forced evacuation is now underway. Everyone, evacuate the streets immediately! I repeat, everyone, evacuate the streets immediately!"

The people on the street ignored it, all looking up at the parallax monster that blotted out the sky, and many even took out their phones to take pictures.

This is the unique sense of relaxation that Americans possess.