American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 282 X Metal

This is a dimly lit prison cell.

The putrid, moldy food mixed with rotting flesh created a nauseating stench.

In the innermost room of the building stands a huge black cross, but strangely, this cross is also made in the shape of a bat.

On the cross, chains bound the wrists and ankles.

Several iron nails emitting a faint blue light pierced his palm, and the bright red blood had long since dried and congealed.

Wearing a bat mask, the gaunt Bruce hung his head, and only the occasional panting sounds in the silent cell proved that he was alive.

This Bruce is not a member of the Dark Knights; he is Bruce Wayne, and also the Batman of this universe.

Unfortunately, the poor Batman was captured after the priests of the Court of Owls used him to open a portal to the Dark Multiverse.

"Da da da~"

It sounded like boots hitting a cold floor, like something slowly approaching.

Batman strained to lift his neck and, through the gaps in the anchor bars, saw a hideous monster.

It's like a bizarre creation resulting from mixing a clown with yourself.

Beneath the bat mask, a perpetually open mouth and eyes surrounded by spiked iron rings.

"Oh, we meet again, little bat."

The monster's voice was hoarse and deep, and he held a mace with sharp, deadly spikes.

"..."

Batman did not respond to him.

"Oh, your attitude really hurts me."

The Batman Who Laughs opened the cell door, tilted his head, and stared at Batman.

"You know what? I've been so busy lately. I've been to so many worlds and enjoyed the thrill of slaughter."

"You know what the most ridiculous thing is? Batman exists in every world I've been to."

"But what's interesting is that some Batmen are ruthless, while others are like Thomas."

"Hahaha."

The laughing bat clutched its stomach and burst into laughter.

"This is really hilarious, especially when I'm using a weapon, this spiked club," said the Batman Who Laughs, brandishing his hammer. "The screams I hear when I smash their heads open are exhilarating."

"..."

Batman remained silent.

But his actions angered the Batman Who Laughs, who approached Batman with a mocking smile: "But if you ask me, you're the most special one."

"Some Batmen from different universes go completely insane when I mention Martha's death, as if they've lost their minds."

"But you are different."

The Bat of Laughter chuckled and shook his head: "There's actually a guy named Gino in this universe."

"None of these exist in other universes."

"Could you tell me more about him?"

"How did he become so powerful?"

The Batman Who Laughs chattered on and on like a babbler, while Batman, who was hanging on a cross to "pay homage" to Jesus, let out a low laugh, like the Joker's joke in The Deadly Joke trying to amuse Batman.

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a weathered face. For the first time since the Bat of Laughter appeared, he spoke: "I know what you want to know, but I won't tell you."

"The only thing I can tell you is that victory will surely belong to us."

"because."

Bruce's gaze pierced through the boundless darkness, as if he could see a glimmer of hope within it, and he said, "I believe in Gino, and I believe in my comrades."

...

"Bang!"

The seemingly enormous monster fell awkwardly onto the volcano.

Looking at the creature that exuded an ominous aura, Clark shook his head, took a breath, and said, "It's finally over."

"yes."

Gino rubbed his fist and led Clark up to the crater.

The world furnace that was once used to forge planets has long since been extinguished.

"What should we do? The only way to defeat Barbatos is gone."

No, it's not over yet.

Gino smiled and glanced at Clark: "Sometimes we should try to see beyond appearances and get to the truth."

As the boy spoke, he shot his heat vision into the charred volcanic rocks.

The gray-black stone cracked open, revealing the scene inside.

Hot, flowing magma.

"So, it's just lava?"

Clark was greatly disappointed.

"So what should we do? Should we scoop up this pile of lava and pour it over Barbatos's head?"

After spending a lot of time with Gino, Clark also started telling corny jokes.

"Maybe we can scoop it up, but that guy won't just stand there and let us pour it over his head."

Gino smiled and gestured for Clark to follow: "This lava isn't the key to defeating Barbatos."

"The important thing is the metal."

Gino told Clark, "It's like N metal."

Clark seemed to understand, but followed Gino into the scalding lava.

The scalding lava, capable of melting everything, could not harm the two of them in the slightest.

They descended deeper and deeper, reaching out to break through the lava flow, until, as they descended further, a bright silver light appeared faintly.

Clark asked, puzzled:

"What is that?"

"It's the key to defeating Barbatos." Gino swam towards the silver light first.

As the two approached.

The bright silver beam, symbolizing endless possibilities, revealed its true form to the two of them.

A silver, gel-like liquid, about the size of a swimming pool, floated slowly.

Before Clark could even ask, Gino explained, "The Eighth Metal is a product of the gods, while the Ninth Metal uses dark energy, granting its wielder the power to resist physical attacks."

"And now what lies before us is the 10th metal."

Also known as X metal, it is a metal produced by the furnace itself and has the potential to be pure.

Gino reached out and touched the metal, a smile playing on his lips.

"This is the real good thing, the origin of the world."

"It can transform into any shape according to the user's needs, and construct armor for anyone according to the holder's wishes."

When the boy's fingers gently touched the silver liquid, the once calm metal flowed over Gino's body like water.

Immediately, he donned silver metallic armor, with a silver cloak covering his body, and the large "Luther" initials on his chest added to his imposing presence.

Gino once again extended his arm, conjuring a longbow and arrows.

"Hurry up, Clark."

He glanced at the stunned Clark.

"oh oh."

Clark nodded quickly, mimicking Gino's movements as he touched the metal, and conceived his own idea of ​​the armor he wanted in his mind.

Soon, Clark, clad in the same bright silver armor with an "S" symbol representing hope emblazoned on his chest, was filled with excitement upon receiving his divine gear.

"I feel like I've become stronger."

(End of this chapter)