The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

"We need to bring Batman back."

This was the best conclusion Li Zhen reached in an instant.

Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged a glance, both with expressions of complete unsurprise.

"That's what we mean too, but right now the Justice League and the world have too many other things to deal with..."

Li Zhen thought the two were making excuses, and immediately became somewhat dissatisfied.

You should know that he is currently having a headache over the transdimensional magical defense core that the Ragged People gave him.

Constantine was pressing him hard, and he hadn't yet come up with a safe enough option.

"You can't always think of me as the one who has to go to other worlds for work, especially since you know I don't get along with Batman because of what happened before."

Li Zhen certainly knew what these guys were thinking.

As always, Li Zhen had extensive experience interacting with "alien races," and he had done a good job on the previous "errand-running missions."

But Li Zhen hadn't had enough of feeling guilty towards Batman yet.

If Batman were to see with his own eyes that he was still alive, even if that reserved person wouldn't say anything embarrassing, who knows what kind of look he'd give him behind his back. As a result, Superman vehemently denied Li Zhen's accusations and demanded that Cyborg display the Justice League's currently mountain of tasks.

Li Zhen initially didn't take it seriously.

"There aren't that many plane crashes and volcanic eruptions in the world... What the hell are these things?!"

A long string of English terms that even Li Zhen could hardly understand, arranged in a rather professionally formatted list.

I took a quick look at it from beginning to end.

Aside from the title, "Topological Deduction of Superhuman Abnormal Behavior," which he could understand a little by combining the meanings of the words, the rest of the titles made Li Zhen's scalp tingle.

Li Zhen pointed to a list titled "Global Catastrophic Entropy Increase Hedging Operations," her lips trembling with anger.

"Dude, is this how you treat the superhero cause? Are you sure you're not just following the old path of bureaucracy?"

Superman was even more helpless.

"The effects of the Cosmic Patch event are still unfolding. These tasks were previously handled by Batman. With the injection of fragmented information from several universes, even a random city on Earth now has a large number of new superhuman and supernatural matters to deal with every day."

Diana walked over and reminded Li Zhen that the projected list in front of him could be flipped over.

With a swipe of my finger, it no longer felt unfamiliar.

Because all of these are new problems that Li Zhen brought back after returning from the universe.

This includes the destruction of the Green Lantern Corps, the analysis of the War Fortress Lord Mongo's anomalies, and the information list of the Hell Lord Nero that Constantine just added.

Yes, there are hidden recording facilities outside the Hall of Justice, and Cyborg recorded everything Constantine said.

"Okay! Okay! I understand, I have no questions."

Li Zhen quickly waved her hand to disperse the light screen, pushed aside Superman standing next to her, and raised her empty hand towards Cyborg not far away.

"Develop the device for travel as soon as possible. I'll talk to Constantine again and also screen out teammates who can travel with me to the other universe."

Li Zhen turned and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Let me know when it's finished developing. I'm ready to go anytime after I've finished what I'm doing."

Jason shuddered and tried to follow, but Nightwing grabbed his arm and wrapped his arm around his neck.

"I'm sorry, but this is a time when family members are in trouble, and we should all share the burden."

Nightwing, who hadn't slept well for a week, sported dark circles under his eyes that almost overflowed his mask, and dragged Jason towards the conference room with a cold smile. Finally, Jason, too lazy to struggle, could only helplessly watch as Li Zhen fled the Hall of Justice.

Li Zhen didn't pay attention to Jason; instead, she was constantly wondering to herself.

No wonder the Justice League isn't holding meetings at the Watchtower anymore.

With Batman gone, the era when Batman and Cyborg could solve most problems on their own is over.

It's hard to imagine that most Justice League members used to just slack off.

Even Superman and The Flash, who seem to be extremely busy.

Because these two saints are the kind of people who would help passing children pick up balloons or catch kittens that have climbed up trees and can't get down—the kind of people who do "Boy Scout" things.

Now, they are so busy that they simply don't have time to play the boy-next-door superhero anymore.

As soon as Li Zhen left the Hall of Justice, she saw Constantine lying on the ground with cigarette butts scattered all over his feet in just a few minutes.

Even this infamous guy looked completely different from his former carefree and leisurely demeanor.

The Nero incident seemed to have put considerable pressure on Constantine, who looked several times dirtier and more disheveled than before.

Seeing Li Zhen emerge, Constantine quickly flicked away the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth and hurried over. "How did it go? What did Zuckerberg say?"

Li Zhen gripped the magic network core, which resembled an old lock, and looked at Constantine with a scrutinizing expression.

Constantine was somewhat impatient, and his breath reeked of a pungent, fermented smoky odor.

"Didn't she agree?"

Li Zhen silently took a step back, then extended one finger.

"You know I know how awful you are, which is why I've always treated you the same way."

Upon hearing this, Constantine knew that Li Zhen must have gotten her hands on the core.

His facial expression relaxed without any attempt to hide it.

"so what?"

Constantine glanced at Li Zhen's tightly clenched hand, then reached into his pocket for a cigarette.

"Could you possibly find another sorcerer who knows hell better than I do?"

Li Zhen squinted and thought for a moment. There really wasn't one.

After all, in those DC works from my previous life, Constantine's main title was Hell's Detective.

It's impossible for Li Zhen to know those extremely obscure superheroes or supervillains associated with hellish magic.

But it doesn't matter, he's already come up with an idea.

"I can give you the core. I know that even if what you say about Nero is true, you will still use this opportunity to benefit yourself."

Constantine paused in his act of lighting a cigarette, raising one eyebrow at Li Zhen.

"It seems you do know something about this."

"So you need to exchange it for something that at least has enough weight in your eyes."

Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette, then grinned mischievously and handed over the patina-covered brass kerosene lighter he was holding.

A golden ray shot directly from Li Zhen's eyes, sending the patina-covered lighter flying.

Constantine clicked his tongue.

"That's an antique... and if you really know me, you should know that there's nothing of value to me that's worth much." Constantine felt he had Li Zhen under his thumb more and more, and after a couple of seconds, he added another sentence.

"Zucker wouldn't do it, although your partner wouldn't let you go out of your way to pick up girls for something like this."

Li Zhen also revealed a mischievous smile.

This was all thanks to the illusion of Black Mercy, which unearthed all the DC-related information he had only glimpsed in his past life.

As far as I can remember, in a past life someone wanted to film a new series about Constantine, and the main theme was something that was important enough to Constantine.

Constantine was now at a loss, and the way he looked at Lee Jung was as if he were seeing him in a completely new light.

"Damn it! You're not really going to do something to Zatana, are you?"

"What?! Don't talk nonsense—I want your mystery house, I want your mystery house."

Constantine's expression finally changed.

And it was a dramatic, earth-shattering change.

For a fleeting moment, he almost doubted that the person in front of him was not Li Zhen, but had been replaced by a hellish demon who had been secretly monitoring him since childhood.

After all, in Constantine's mind, at the very least, no one in the world should know about that room.

Other universes cannot be guaranteed, because Constantine also received memories of cosmic patches.

He knew that in some worlds, Constantine would reluctantly offer up the Mystery House to the survivors as a secret base before facing a world-destroying crisis.

It was an absolutely safe, unreal house, and the guarantee that Constantine could move freely in the magical world without being hunted down.

Now it was his turn to struggle.

Constantine began to silently weigh the pros and cons, deciding whether the core or the mystery house was more important.

Li Zhen continued speaking slowly.

"I happen to have some business to attend to in Olympus. I suggest that Hermes act as the notary, and you must transfer ownership of the Mysterious House to me in the Olympian realm."

"What?! No way!"

Constantine was immediately alarmed.

"I quit! Let the world say hello to Nero!"