American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

The entire scene that unfolded at the beach was captured on Batman's surveillance cameras.

After extracting the audio, the bat computer began replaying their conversation word for word.

Batman narrowed his eyes, sensing something amiss in the words.

"These two guys are actually brothers? Can sea creatures live on land for extended periods like normal people?"

The conversation consisted of only a few words, but Batman gleaned a host of clues from them.

"Littering", "Alienation disease", "Bias towards human cognition", "Marine population".

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and he thought of something!

Could it be that gene-based drugs developed by humans also have an impact on marine life?

This might be a new approach! He needs to collect some genetic samples from the Atlanteans. And also from Arthur Curry.

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The deep sea, Atlantis.

An enraged Om returned to the city in the sea.

He went straight to the medical area. The sea tribe's shaman was treating the mutation disease.

Although it sounds absurd, it is the truth. They possess a highly developed civilization and a certain level of science and technology, but their core culture is still magic!

It is magic passed down from the sea god.

Witch doctors were their most common form of medical treatment, and early cases of alienation could be cured through the magic of witch doctors.

However, as time went on, the mutation disease became more and more dangerous, and the mutation rate increased rapidly. The methods of witch doctors could not keep up with the speed of the mutation disease.

In its early stages, it had an ugly face and a mutated body. Now, it can twist and distort itself when it is hit. It can turn an ordinary marine species into a twisted monster with a very strong desire to attack.

It's like a biochemical crisis in the ocean.

"Prince Om, I'm sorry, we had to deal with fifteen more today."

The elderly witch doctor who managed the medical area reported to Om with a face full of guilt.

To get rid of them means to throw those mutated monsters into the Trench tribe.

After all, the Trench tribe has always been Atlantis's "garbage can," where they dump all sorts of things, from leftovers to corpses and criminals.

The Trench Clan, devouring anything thrown at them, are irrational and completely subservient to Aquaman.

Therefore, there was no guilt whatsoever in leaving these diseased monsters there.

Om frowned: "It's been months! Haven't they found the cause of the illness yet?"

"Sorry, we couldn't find it."

The elderly witch doctor lowered his head in shame once again.

The ocean is full of plankton, and they would never have imagined that plankton is the fastest way for the genes of the ultimate organisms to spread.

As for why these witch doctors were not infected, it is perhaps because they also possessed some magical blessings or similar abilities, which is why they were not collectively infected.

"I don't care what methods you use, even dissecting them is fine! Find the cause of the disease as soon as possible!"

Om's words did not delight the witch doctor; instead, they made him look troubled.

He asked cautiously, "What about the Queen? She won't agree."

Om turned his head and glared fiercely at the witch doctor: "She won't be for long, I said. Just keep investigating."

"Ah! Yes, yes, I understand."

The witch doctor was frightened by his gaze and quickly left Orm. He vaguely guessed Orm's intentions and went to find a target to attack.

Ambitions and a sense of responsibility kept piling up on Orm, and a crazy idea had already formed in his mind: to lock up his mother and usurp the throne!

……

Arthur, on land, was completely unaware of this.

Arthur went to a bar to drink, feeling depressed. Only alcohol could numb his agitated mind.

"Give him two glasses of the best whiskey, it's on me."

A somewhat melancholic voice came from behind Arthur.

After seeing Bruce Wayne reach for his wallet, the bar owner quickly poured two glasses of whiskey for Arthur Curry.

"Oh, that's interesting. You're the first person to buy me a drink."

Arthur accepted the offer without hesitation, picking up a glass and chugging it down. He waited until his body started to feel the effects, and the alcohol began to warm him.

Arthur asked Bruce Wayne, who was sitting next to him, "You invited me for a drink, probably because you want to know about the ocean, right?"

"Ask me anything related to the ocean, and I'll be the most informed."

This isn't Arthur bragging; whether it's predicting the sea weather for the next few days or knowing the general direction of schools of fish in the water, there's nothing he doesn't know. In this respect, he's exceptionally gifted.

Bruce Wayne took out his business card and generously placed it in front of Arthur.

"I'm Bruce Wayne from Gotham, and I'd like to ask some questions about the story of this ocean."

I've heard people have seen mermaids, so I've come to ask. Just tell me what I want to know, and I'll give you the equivalent amount of money in return.

Arthur's smiling expression froze. The mermaid thing was his mother's problem! If his father hadn't been so lucky as to rescue the sea queen from the ocean, he wouldn't have been born.

"No, no, no, you must have been fooled. How could there be mermaids here? Ask them, they go out to sea to fish every day, have they ever encountered mermaids?"

"Hahahahaha..."

"If mermaids really existed, I wouldn't need to fish anymore! Hahaha..."

"Arthur, you're hilarious! The story of the Little Mermaid was just something your old man told you while he was drinking and bragging, wasn't it? Hahaha..."

The patrons cheered, saying that if there really were mermaids, they could have made a fortune by catching them and reselling them!

How could they possibly still be fishing in this remote, impoverished place? Wouldn't it be better to move to a bigger city?

Arthur laughed loudly: "Hahaha, friend, you're buying me drinks, so of course I wouldn't lie to you. Mermaids and all that, it's all just for fools."

Look in the news for those people with superpowers; maybe we can have them dress up as mermaids, hahaha.

Arthur changed the subject, omitting the original, natural mermaid and presenting a superhuman as the truth, which should be enough to smooth things over.

Bruce Wayne didn't seem to care. He opened his wallet again, took out a photo, and placed it in front of Arthur.

It was a very blurry picture, but Arthur's smiling lips froze again after seeing it.

'That's a photo of Om! Damn, when? Who took it?'

Despite beads of cold sweat pouring down his forehead, Arthur stubbornly insisted:

"Look at them, dressed in strange costumes, coming out of the sea. They look like superhumans rehearsing in close-fitting suits. Aren't all mermaids like in fairy tales, with the upper body of a fish and the lower body of a human?"

Oh no, I misspoke. It means the upper body is human, and the lower body is fish.

The upper body is that of a fish, and the lower body is that of a human—that's the Trench Tribe! These things really exist in the sea!

The Atlanteans, on the other hand, did not have human upper bodies and fish tails; they all looked much like land dwellers.

Chapter 243 The Prelude to the Sea Clan Uprising

"I have investigated all the superheroes who can use seawater. While gene-editing drugs can give them the power to manipulate seawater, they cannot increase their underwater breathing time."

The person in this picture appeared under timed satellite surveillance. This means he stayed underwater for at least five to eight hours, far exceeding the time a superhuman could remain submerged.

Bruce Wayne stared at Arthur with a dangerous look, his tone increasingly aggressive, which alerted the other people drinking around them to the unpleasantness of the situation.

Arthur was stumped too. He took another swig of whiskey to cool his head, and mumbled an explanation:

"Uh, he probably used an oxygen tank or something, dived from somewhere else, and then suddenly came ashore and got photographed so they could create a news story. Yes, that's probably it."

Bruce Wayne found it amusing. How could divers go out without a small boat following them? There were clearly no small boats in this photo, not even surfboards. Moreover, the bend was quite shallow, making it even less likely that a submarine or something similar would come along.

"What you said makes sense, but what about this?"

Bruce Wayne placed another photograph on the table.

There was no way to hide it here. Om was wearing fish scale armor, riding on a huge whale, and leading a small force on patrol on the sea.

Arthur's golden eyes narrowed; those were the ocean guardians of the sea creatures. And this picture wasn't taken in the waters near Amnesty Bay.

He then realized that the handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was here to cause him trouble! He must know something.

"Bro, why don't we go outside to talk? Since you don't believe me, let's go to the beach and chat. After all, that's where you can find mermaids, and I can point them out to you."

Hey buddy, save the rest of the beer for me, I'll drink it when I get back.

The bar owner smiled and whispered, "Go easy on him. This young master has delicate skin and can't withstand your strength. It'll be troublesome if something happens."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Arthur brazenly put his arm around Bruce Wayne's shoulder and led him out of the bar.

The bar owner sighed, "This kid has really improved. If he takes the person away, he won't be smashing things here."

Last time, this brat fought two superpowered individuals and almost blew up this old bar.

……

Outside the bar, just as he had said, Arthur took Bruce Wayne to the beach near the sea to continue their conversation.

"It seems you know something. Tell me your purpose."

This rough-around-the-edges man asked directly, disliking beating around the bush. If the man knew too much, he wouldn't hesitate to silence him.

Bruce Wayne looked directly into Arthur's golden eyes: "I know Atlantis, so I want to ask, why did he come up here? And why was his clear target you?"

"Ha, so you really did come to find me." Arthur's eyes showed surprise. "And you even know about Atlantis. But you don't know me. Interesting."

Although Arthur's identity is a secret among the sea creatures, quite a few people know about it.

The guy in front of me claims to know about Atlantis; he probably guessed it from photos.

Clearly, they don't know enough.

"Bro, there's not much to say. They've just been down there for too long, so they came up for some fresh air."

With such overwhelming evidence, Arthur saw no need to bring up the existence of the sea creatures. He needed to get rid of this guy quickly; if he actually discovered something, it might really escalate into a war between humans and the sea creatures!