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

Chapter 89 is it you?

When you walk alongside criminals, do you feel sympathy for them?

When I first stole to avoid starving, yes!

I have lost many of my basic abilities to judge right from wrong.

Later, I wandered around and experienced the fear of evil and the pleasure of committing crimes.

But I never became one of them; I just wanted to understand their psychology and find ways to overcome fear!

On the ground covered with snow.

A bonfire crackled and burned fiercely.

Bruce gazed at the vast and mysterious starry sky and recounted his experiences before arriving here.

Beside him was a girl of mixed Arab and East Asian descent.

She has light brown, wheat-colored skin and a tall, slender figure.

The most distinctive feature was the girl's pair of deep green, emerald-like eyes.

With her long, narrow, upturned eyes and slightly upturned corners, and a high, straight nose, her face combines the softness of the East with the sculpted bone structure of the Middle East, making her a stunningly beautiful woman with a strong exotic look.

The girl exuded a dangerous yet aloof aura, but when she looked at Bruce Wayne, a hint of extremely restrained emotion flashed in her green eyes.

Talia El Gour.

The youngest daughter of the leader of the Assassin's Guild.

She also has a half-sister, Nisha El Gul.

"And now? Have you found a way to overcome your fear?" Talia asked with concern as she listened patiently to Bruce's story.

Bruce was silent for two seconds.

To be honest, he still hasn't found a way to overcome his fear.

But years of rigorous training have enabled him to briefly confront his fears.

But in Bruce's view, this was far from enough.

His enemies were too powerful.

It is a behemoth that has controlled Gotham for hundreds of years.

It is deeply rooted and has a profound cultural heritage.

In addition, there's that mysterious person.

Although the other party told him the truth about his parents' deaths.

But he could tell that the other party also wanted to get their hands on Gotham and stir up trouble in that already chaotic and violent city.

These years of wandering outside.

He thought about it a lot.

He not only wanted revenge, but also to save Gotham.

Then, he will pull out all the big hands that want to stir up trouble in Gotham, one by one!

"Your father says you have exceptional talent, yet you consistently refuse to undergo the execution trial. Weakness will be your downfall."

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Talia placed her hand on Bruce's shoulder, her gentle voice interrupting his thoughts.

She hoped that Bruce could complete the execution trial that his father had entrusted to him as a final task.

That way, the father would agree to them being together.

She had overheard that her father intended to groom Bruce to be the next successor in the league.

Many people never dream of such treatment.

Bruce shook his head: "Taking the lives of innocent people is no different from those criminals who have harmed Gotham."

I want to master fear, not become a tool for killing. They should be punished by law.

Talia couldn't help but correct her: "You have no idea how rotten the world is. Those who were executed were not innocent people either; they were criminals with other people's lives on their hands."

You don't know how many happy families have been torn apart because of these people. They deserve it. If the law were effective, no truly innocent people would have died.

"That's precisely why I refused the final trial; otherwise, what difference would I make from them?!"

Bruce's tone became more forceful.

Talia opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

The two fell into a brief silence.

"If the alliance wanted to destroy a city whose civilization had utterly degenerated into corruption and decay, would you be willing to help Father?"

After hesitating for a long time, Talia looked at Bruce.

"No one has the right to do this," Bruce replied without hesitation.

The light in Talia's eyes dimmed completely, and she stood up from the ground: "Well then, good luck, Bruce."

After saying that, he left the place.

Bruce's expression turned somber as he watched Talia's departing figure.

He's not stupid; on the contrary, his intelligence surpasses that of most ordinary people.

He could naturally sense Talia's feelings for him.

However, he simply could not agree with the Alliance Leader's approach.

They also do not approve of the final trial initiated by the other party.

Not long after Talia's figure disappeared, a thin, cold figure slowly stepped out from the shadows of the pine trees.

David Cain's sharp eyes swept over Bruce indifferently.

"master."

Bruce quickly got up.

"The chief is calling you; come with me."

David Cain said expressionlessly.

.——*

Inside a cave filled with the strong smell of herbs.

Lars Al Gur sat on a stone chair on a high platform in the cave, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders, quietly looking down at Bruce as he entered the cave.

"Bruce, your talent is one in a million in my opinion."

Lars cut to the chase: "As long as you complete the final assessment, the position of the next leader of the Assassin's Guild will be yours."

"Furthermore, I know perfectly well that Talia is in love with you."

If you can complete the trial, I will agree to be with you.

You and Talia will lead the League together, reshaping this corrupt world.

Bruce was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head, his attitude resolute: "I will not kill anyone. The so-called reshaping of the world should not come at the cost of taking lives. I do not want the position of successor, and I will not accept this engagement."

Those few words shattered the last remaining hope in Talia's heart.

This made her feel extremely wronged.

Lars's expression darkened slightly on the platform, and he couldn't help but shout sharply, "Womanly compassion, cowardice!"

He slowly stepped down from the stone bench, looking at Bruce with a pitying gaze: "You clearly had the chance to save the world, yet you chose to wallow in self-pity, wasting all your talent—"

Lars genuinely admired Bruce. In all his years, he had never seen such a perfect successor, impeccable in both intellect and talent.

Unfortunately, the person who could persuade Bruce seems to have been dead for many years.

The two men faced off, neither willing to give in.

Just then.

A high-ranking ninja rushed to David Cain's side and whispered something to him.

David Cain's expression changed, and he immediately looked at Lars: "Chief, two of our three strongholds in Gotham have been destroyed, and the vanguard forces at both strongholds have been wiped out."

Lars stopped moving, his narrow eyes narrowing upwards: "Who did this?"

"I don't know yet." David shook his head.

"However, some time ago, the ninjas from these two strongholds attacked a group called the Penguin Gang."

Lars frowned, lost in thought: "I remember now, that gang was developing a very special gas that could amplify a person's inner fears when smelled, similar to the effect of the fear-inducing blue flower on the snow mountain."

"Yes, Chief, you were very interested in capturing the person who developed the poison gas. However, you didn't expect there to be so many guards on the other side, so you had to retreat temporarily."

David echoed.

"A bunch of clowns, they'll never know what they've messed with. David, go there, I want to see the head of the Penguin Gang leader in three days."

"Yes, Chief, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

David Cain nodded.

"I think you most likely won't see him."

A deep voice sounded, and the tightly closed stone door shattered with a crash, sending the ninjas on guard flying back into the room one by one.

Deathstroke, gripping a broad-bladed steel sword, entered step by step from outside.

"It's you!" Lars narrowed his eyes.