What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 119 Nightmare and Selene

I am applying for a position as a history content specialist at Smallwell High School.

This is the gentle approach Wonder Woman devised.

It might seem a bit rushed.

But there's nothing we can do about it; it's obviously impossible to think things through thoroughly in a short period of time.

Moreover, her ideals are love and truth; wisdom is a tool attribute of a leader.

However, this was the only way she could come up with that would benefit the outcome of the event after eliminating all unfavorable factors.

After leaving Kent Farm that day, Diana declined Hawkman's invitation and left in a helicopter from another brand that he had recently purchased.

Instead, they spent almost the entire day wandering around the main streets of Smallville.

Her mother once told her that if you want to understand a person, you must first understand their living environment.

People are shaped by the world they live in. The suffering they experience and the peace they enjoy are etched into their very bones. You can never truly understand a person's heart by only looking at appearances.

Judging things without considering the environment and the world itself, all guesses and perceptions are shallow conjectures.

After reflecting on her behavior, she felt that her mother's advice was correct.

As Diana was strolling around, she saw a job posting for Smallwell High School in the latest edition of the local Torch newspaper. Her demigod wisdom immediately made her realize that this might be a pretty good opportunity.

After all, Kent told him that Lucas was still a high school student.

Teachers are undoubtedly a very good and appropriate way to make contact.

Her reason told her that she must never use any extreme means to bring about what was predetermined in her destiny.

"sure."

Principal Guan immediately nodded, but couldn't help but say, "But to be honest, isn't it a bit of a waste for someone as learned and knowledgeable as you to be a history expert in a small rural middle school?"

With your resume, you'd be more than qualified to be a visiting professor at a university.

The work there is not only more relaxed, but the salary should also be higher than you expect. You should know this very well.

"For local, township-level, public high schools like ours, the annual education subsidies are actually very small."

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"Theoretically speaking, that's certainly true."

Diana still had a smile on her lips: "However, I have always believed that true history should not be sealed in ivory tower documents, and children should be the best students to learn from history's lessons and experiences."

"While visiting professors at universities can certainly influence scholars and elites, the classrooms of rural middle schools are the most basic and crucial soil for the transmission of civilization. As for the amount of salary, I don't really care about it."

"That was brilliantly said."

Principal Guan couldn't help but clap his hands: "In that case, on behalf of Smallwell High School, I welcome you to the company. So, when would you like to officially begin your work?"

"Anytime is fine."

Diana looked through the aluminum-framed window beside her.

It's a holiday now, and the huge playground is completely deserted.

Only the chirping of unidentified insects in the white foliage on both sides of the forest path could be heard.

"Would next Monday be alright?" Principal Guan asked earnestly.

Although content specialists don't need to teach classes every day like regular lecturers, and are only responsible for overseeing the general direction of a few required courses under the Social Studies department, there should still be an adaptation and handover process.

"Yes, next Monday is a good day, I'll be here on time to report."

In the abyss world.

The witch stood obediently on the yellowish-brown earth, her gaze shifting from the red thunderstorm flashing across the distant horizon to Lucas, who was slowly walking out from behind the black portal.

Next to her was a three-story building that appeared to be made of wood.

Her residence was a room on the first floor.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that the wooden house seemed to be alive.

"Isabella, you did a good job."

Lucas gave the woman a brief compliment.

The hurricane that suddenly appeared and dismantled Hawkman's private jet was released by the other party.

Unfortunately, the result was rather unfortunate; only Hawkman and Courtney looked somewhat disheveled.

Of course, Lucas did not intend to leave behind any corpses.

If his only goal is to punish the other party, then he has already achieved his objective.

But now, Lucas has more important things to do.

Just recently, he felt a stirring within him.

It felt like the earth beneath my feet was beating like a heart.

This is a feeling I've never had before.

This feeling wasn't the first time it had occurred.

The first time was when that enormous mountain of flesh appeared.

Therefore, apart from daily training, I spent the rest of my time observing the situation in the Abyss Dimension.

"It is Morino's honor to receive your praise."

The enchantress Isabella Moreno placed her right hand slightly above her chest and bowed ninety degrees to show her utmost respect.

"Your Excellency, you seem to be waiting for something?" the enchantress continued.

Both situations involve having one's lifeline controlled by others, but it's completely different from the forced submission and suppression, or the secret endurance and opportunistic rebellion that occurred when Amanda controlled them.

The enchantress's face showed no trace of resentment at being bound.

That kind of obedience comes from the heart.

Lucas is too strong.

So powerful that she couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Just like ants don't think about overthrowing mountains.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that we're on completely different levels. This kind of level-transcending makes even the concept of "resistance" itself seem utterly absurd.

The magical techniques she was so adept at were like tickling her opponent.

This man could easily withstand the attacks she unleashed after exhausting her magical energy. Then, with just a light punch to her face, without even much force, the body she currently occupied would turn into a pool of blood and gore, and he himself would once again become a soul powerless.

What terrified her even more was what this abyssal world itself held.

It was an ancient will that defied description.

It has no emotions, no purpose, it simply exists in silence.

But just the slightest hint of its presence made her tremble from the bottom of her soul. It wasn't the awareness of death, but rather the instinctive, almost suffocating awe that a short-lived being feels when facing an eternity far beyond their comprehension!

Lucas glanced at the Enchantress indifferently, without saying a word.

The enchantress immediately shut her mouth.

She lived for countless millennia, though she was once worshipped as a deity by ancient South American humans before the Columbus era and enjoyed a period of reign as a tyrannical ruler.

But during the time Amanda imprisoned, the heavy and cold reality made her realize the most important thing: the era that belonged to her and her brother was over.

As an appendage, besides obeying orders, you should learn to shut up and not be so curious.

I waited for a while.

The faint throbbing sensation didn't continue to intensify; instead, it stabilized at a certain level.

It seems unlikely that we'll see that mountain of flesh today.

This left Lucas slightly disappointed.

In any case, if it weren't for the physical body's will acknowledging itself.

He also cannot have complete control over this abyssal dimension.

The Abyss World was of great help to him.

Therefore, Lucas still has high expectations for this.

Thinking this way.

Lucas seemed to remember something and turned to look at the Enchantress again.

Despite having the word "alluring" in her name, to be honest, Isibella, who looks like a mummy wrapped in white cloth and has pupils that look like golden snake eyes, has absolutely nothing to do with the word "alluring."

"I remember you said before that you have an older brother?" Lucas said casually.

The enchantress immediately replied, "Yes, Master. My brother Nightmare and I share a common origin in a separate magical dimension."

He was sealed deep within the Tres Osos Cave in Peru because of the betrayal of his followers.

In a pre-Columbian tomb, he was imprisoned in a ceramic figurine container. However, he was sealed separately at the very bottom of the ruins.

The word "Enchantress" practically came out of his mouth.

Because she realized this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help her brother be rescued.

Although they didn't spend much time together.

But Isibella knew very well that this gentleman would never ask her questions that didn't interest him!

"What's the difference in your abilities?" Lucas asked.

"Our powers may share the same origin, but their directions are completely different."

I can manipulate people's hearts, weave illusions, and draw life energy. I can also use magic to reshape matter and transcend space.

As for Nightmare, that guy's power is almost entirely concentrated on the physical level.

It can easily tear through several inches of iron armor, fight against heavy military equipment with its bare hands, and easily knock down helicopters like toys.

It also possesses a recovery ability far exceeding that of humans, and can recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Furthermore, it can strengthen itself by absorbing the energy of living beings.

If we could combine our powers, we would be the sharpest knife in your hand.

It belongs to you, Your Excellency.

Always point in the direction you want it to point.

Lucas glanced silently at the Enchantress, a smirk playing on his lips: "Stop your tricks."

"Don't imagine me to be as dark as I am."

All I did was to avoid eating beef, to be able to completely control my own destiny, and not be affected by some trashy things.

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"Yes, sir, we will help you not eat beef. You can eat whatever you want. I've recently become obsessed with something called Cajun Spicy Fried Chicken."

Although she didn't know what "not eating beef" meant, the Enchantress easily understood what she was saying afterward.

"Go, bring your brother Nightmare with you to see me."

Lucas interrupted the Enchantress's attempt to continue her explanation, saying...

"Your Excellency, we will return immediately."

The enchantress suppressed her excitement and spoke urgently.

"Don't be too quick to be happy. You should know better than anyone that everything comes at a price."

"I'm willing to pay any price," the enchantress said without hesitation.

Dusk fell heavily over the Smallville fields.

The rolling green meadows were stirred by the evening breeze.

In the biting night wind, a tall, slender figure in black suddenly pierced the twilight.

Those were the thousand-year-old vampire death walkers who roamed the darkness.

A signature matte leather trench coat fluttered in the wind.

The woman stood tall and imposing, her face serious, her deep blue eyes reflecting the towering bushes in front of her.

For millennia, Serena has always adhered to the vampire code, following the orders of the Council of Elders to hunt down and kill those who have renounced and wreaked havoc among the werewolf bloodline.

Werewolves are savage and bloodthirsty, the blood clan's mortal enemies for millennia, and the culprits who murdered her entire family.

Therefore, whenever she senses the scent of wolves, she will pursue them relentlessly without exception.

Just like now.

"The lingering scent of the Michael clan's werewolves—"

He slowly drew the silver-plated medieval samurai sword from his back.

The blade gleamed with a cold, icy light.

Over the long course of time, this knife has severed the heads of countless werewolves, yet its blade remains as sharp as ever.

She didn't even need to show her face; the lingering aura on the blade was enough to terrify some cowardly werewolves.

Selene remained silent, her eyes fixed on the bushes.

She knew all too well how cunning and cruel werewolves were, and she understood that they were a kind of prey with no patience.

If you can maintain calm, the werewolves that were hiding will take the initiative to attack.

Because they crave blood.

But this time seems different.

More than a dozen figures emerged from behind the bushes.

The seven werewolves from the Michael family and the five werewolves from the Lucian family had all transformed, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Finally, there was a man who looked incredibly strong and muscular.

The other person was shirtless, with strange-looking totems tattooed on their body, the center of which was a huge white wolf head with its mouth wide open.

So many werewolves from the Michael and Lucian families, including an unknown werewolf of unknown origin who exudes a powerful aura of menace—

Selene's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as she realized she had been tricked and that the other party had deliberately led her here.

"So it was you who killed some of my men."

Kayla stared at Selene, who was dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Recently, his werewolf security team has suffered a series of deaths.

In order not to affect my image in front of the boss, I checked the hidden cameras around me as soon as possible and laid an ambush. Today, I finally locked onto the target.

I just didn't expect it to be a woman, and a woman who looked quite alluring.

"Boss, he's a vampire, and he's really powerful."

The werewolf, who had transformed into a giant wolf, spoke in a human voice to warn them.

"Are you their new leader?" Selene asked with surprise as she listened to the conversation.

Both of these werewolves are quite proud and arrogant, yet they actually acknowledge a leader.

"No, I'm the captain of all the werewolves here. As for you, your leather jacket is nice; my sister just happens to want one."

Kayla let out a low shout and transformed into a giant white wolf the size of a bison, pouncing on Selene.

The sight of Kayla in her transformed form caused a flicker of shock in the eyes of this werewolf killer from the Vampire Council.

A white werewolf, she had never seen one before.

After half an hour.

The battle ended. Although Selene was powerful, she was no match for Keira after she received the power of Kryptonite.

Not to mention that there were quite a few werewolves lying in ambush all around.

"You deserve to be wiped out. I have killed countless members of your people, and today the outcome is merely a temporary reversal. Go ahead and make your move; the council will raze your lair to the ground sooner or later." Selene stood tall, her eyes cold and fearless.

"Wanting to die is easy. Your sins require the boss's judgment."

Kayla reverted to her human form and looked down at Selene, who was being pinned to the ground by a group of werewolves.

"However, the parliament you mentioned might be more interesting to the boss."