American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

"No, no, no, once it reaches the gold level, there's a certain chance it will escape from my grasp, maybe... one percent?"

Upon hearing this, even the goofy, immature Barry was speechless for a moment, suddenly feeling that the Speed ​​Force was a bit useless.

"What about the other forces?"

"The spectrum of emotions is divided into nine colors, among which the green ones make up the Green Lantern Corps, the cosmic police of your universe."

"Life force, the purest life force, is the easiest to obtain. Slaughtering half the universe's population is enough to condense a decent amount of life force."

"The realm of gods, the source of all divine power, is easy to obtain; just wipe out all the gods."

"The collective unconscious bestows wisdom and knowledge upon all living beings. The method of acquiring it is similar to that of life force; killing half the universe would be about enough."

"Loyalty is the same; if you kill all the people in the universe who value loyalty the most, you can extract it."

"Dimensional hyperstructure, the power of idealism, can be obtained by killing one of several primordial god-level beings."

With each power Locke uttered, the faces of everyone present paled a little more.

This energy, which can only be obtained by slaughtering half the universe, killing gods, and killing the creator god, is something that mortals can do.

Bruce Wayne, in particular, had his expression change repeatedly. No matter how suspicious or crazy he was, he wouldn't go so far as to slaughter half the universe to gather the power to restrain a person, or even a god.

"Could you talk about the emotional spectrum?"

This should be the only power that can be obtained without large-scale massacres.

"The emotional spectrum is quite unique, ranking among the top of the seven powers. However, it's a pity that even the easiest-to-obtain Green Lantern power is very difficult to obtain, because the Green Lantern Corps doesn't look down on Earthlings."

"However, in the future, there will be a lucky one who, by chance, will be able to obtain the green light."

Bruce Wayne frowned deeply. "The easiest one, there's only one of these on the entire planet."

The difficulty of gathering all of them is unimaginable. It is probably no less difficult than slaughtering half a universe, and may even be more difficult. After all, slaughtering a universe only requires being ruthless enough to accomplish it.

But soon, Bruce Wayne's brow relaxed. As long as there was a possibility, that was enough. As long as there was a possibility, he, Bruce Wayne, Batman, could find a way to succeed. Absolutely!

Suddenly, Bruce Wayne frowned again and asked, "Many of these powers don't seem to have much destructive power."

Just like life force and loyalty, no matter how strong those are, he didn't think they could kill the man in front of him.

"Heh, these forces are far more powerful than you imagine. As for their destructive power?"

"When did I ever say that these powers require lethal force to counter me? You can try bursting me apart then!"

"????"

Bruce Wayne nearly lost control of his expression on the spot.

This is what you call your weakness? You think you can just gather all this seemingly incredible energy and then overwhelm yourself?

Is that considered a weakness?

Besides, you said you could be resurrected, you bastard!

"I've already given you the method, haven't I? How you use it is up to you."

As he finished speaking, Locke's voice slowly faded away, a gentle breeze carrying only faint laughter that lingered in the air.

It is unclear how much time passed before the sounds resumed.

Alfred, the butler, said doubtfully, "Young Master Bruce, you can relax a bit. What that mysterious man said may not be true. According to him, he is practically no different from God."

“God is fake, He is real, that’s the difference!” Bruce Wayne said calmly.

"Don't say that. At least the God of your universe is real. It's just that that one won't appear before you. Even if a universe is completely destroyed, such a trivial matter won't attract that God's attention."

Locke's words came from all directions, intermittently reaching everyone's ears.

At the same time, the faint sound of waves could be heard.

Bruce Wayne's expression hardened: "Alfred, find out where they are now?"

"That guy doesn't hide his location."

Soon, Alfred's voice came back: "Young Master Bruce, according to satellite information, that person should be on the beach in Cancun, Mexico right now."

“Mexico…” A look of seriousness flashed across Bruce Wayne’s eyes.

The power to overhear their conversations across national borders and to relay messages at will is, in some ways, far more terrifying than what he previously stated or demonstrated.

Barry looked troubled: "To be honest, I don't understand, Mr. Bruce. Why do you insist on trying to restrain Mr. Locke? Mr. Locke is just a traveler. He won't do anything as long as you don't interfere with him."

"He's too dangerous!"

“Well, superhumans with superpowers are dangerous, the military is dangerous, and countries with nuclear weapons are dangerous. Mr. Bruce, you can’t handle all of this.”

"No, the danger I'm referring to isn't the danger of power, but rather the danger of mindset."

"I never doubted a single word that man said, because I was very familiar with his eyes. They were eyes that looked down on everything, eyes that looked down on every life. So he didn't care at all about revealing all his abilities. He just found me, the guy who wanted to kill him, amusing. Such an existence, with such great power, is really too dangerous!"

"After all, one person doesn't need any reason to destroy an anthill."

“But humans don’t communicate with ants. Mr. Locke is powerful, but he can communicate with us. Most importantly, for him, this world is actually a…” Barry’s words suddenly stopped.

Bruce Wayne instantly grasped the key point: "What is it?"

Barry looked conflicted; he really didn't want to say anything.

"Tell me quickly!"

Barry's expression grew increasingly conflicted, and finally, he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"You've severely injured me."

Barry looked guilty.

"I'm sorry, but still, no..."

"You slashed me so badly that I lost at least 700ml of blood."

"I'm really sorry."

"You broke into my house for no reason, slashed me so badly, made me bleed so much, and left me with more than twenty scars."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Bruce, you win!"

Bruce Wayne smirked slightly. "I can't handle you now?"

I could tell long ago that he was an honest and simple-minded little boy, the kind of boy who is so easy to deal with.

"What is it?"

"comics!"

"For that gentleman, our world is just a very interesting comic book world. He enjoys all the beauty of this world: delicious food, beautiful scenery, and even beautiful women."

Why provoke and deal with such a traveler?

“Comics, huh?” Bruce Wayne fell into deep thought. He hadn’t read many comics, but he wasn’t stupid; he knew what they were.

If it were a comic book, then there would be 'protagonist', 'villain', and so on. Imagine yourself occasionally going to Hollywood to pick up girls, just because you've seen the movies they've made.

"The leading lady!"

The other person doesn't look like an honest person at all. If this is really a comic book, he must have special feelings for special groups like the female protagonist.

Bruce Wayne suddenly looked up at Barry: "Barry, tell me some information about the future, preferably about the major figures in this world."

"I don't actually know much, because I chose volume 0.9 which is related to you, Mr. Bruce. However, I once saw something that was mentioned in a sentence: the Justice League. It should be a superhero organization, which seems quite important."

Justice League, superheroes, female superheroes...

Various thoughts flashed through Bruce Wayne's mind, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he hadn't yet found a way to subdue the mysterious person, he had found a way to make the other party somewhat controllable.

Suddenly, Bruce Wayne looked up at Barry: "Barry, I'm planning to form a superhero league called the Justice League, and I invite you to join."

"To be honest, I don't really want to..." If it were before, he might have joined immediately if he had been invited by a league that sounded really cool. But things are different now. Bruce's situation has had a significant impact on him, making Barry realize that it's good enough to do what you can. Sometimes, thinking too much can lead to bigger problems.

You've severely injured me!

Barry: ...

Barry was completely stunned!

No, can the same method be used twice?

"You slashed me so badly that I lost more than 700ml of blood..."

“Okay, okay, you win, Mr. Bruce.”

Barry wore a mask of pain. Fuck, he regretted it; he shouldn't have come here!

Chapter 149 The Anti-Life Equation

As night falls, in the brightly lit city, inside a most luxurious presidential suite.

Everything was a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere.

A woman with an incredibly hot figure moved carefully, picking up clothes that were scattered everywhere, while unconsciously rubbing her slender waist.

"Damn it, can the gods be this unreasonable? My back is killing me!"

Looking back at the 'god' who was sleeping peacefully, the catwoman couldn't help but blush.

To be honest, these past few days with this 'deity' have been incredibly comfortable. One minute I'm enjoying the sea breeze on the Mexican beach, the next I'm in Shanghai sampling delicious food, and then in the evening I'm in Seville listening to music. If I get bored, I can go to the Sahara Desert to catch an adorable fennec fox as a pet. As for the nights... ahem...

It highlights the idea of ​​treating the whole world as a playground, going wherever you want to play.

but!

Catwoman clenched her little fist

"I'm Catwoman, a free Catwoman, not a house cat!"

We must leave! We have to leave!

In fact, she was a little afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would really become a house cat.

Catwoman dressed as quickly as possible without making a sound, intending to leave immediately. However, a small box on the table suddenly caught her attention.

"Where did this come from? I don't remember having it before."

Her alluring eyes shifted slightly, revealing a strong curiosity. At the same time, her instincts as a master thief were almost completely unleashed.

The thought of stealing something from a god made Catwoman tremble with excitement.

"Hmph, you've messed with me so many times, it's not too much for me to steal a little box from you!"

A single sentence convinced her, and the catwoman casually picked up the small box, gently opened the door, and took one last deep look at the bed. A fleeting look of infatuation flashed in her beautiful eyes, quickly suppressed by another emotion—excitement.

A car sped along the road, and Catwoman exclaimed with delight, "They actually escaped!"

"Even gods seem to be careless!"

Suddenly, a bell rang.

Catwoman curiously reached into the cleavage of her chest and pulled out something—the small box she had stolen last. At that moment, the small box started making a sound like a telephone.

The moment Catwoman took it out, the entire small box transformed rapidly like a Transformer, turning into a telephone in the blink of an eye.

Catwoman: ? ? ? ?

There was no need to press the answer button; the strange phone call connected automatically, and an incredibly familiar voice came through.

"Little wildcat yearning for freedom, how does freedom feel?"

Catwoman was startled and instinctively looked around.

"You don't need to look around, you won't find me."

"Besides, you idiot, watch where you're going! At that speed, I don't want to be searching for a mischievous little wildcat in a pile of rotten flesh!"

Catwoman was startled and, after a flurry of activity, managed to get the car back on track.

At this moment, Catwoman finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn it, fine, you caught me, you win!"

Where are you now? I'm coming to find you!

Her voice was somewhat melancholic, but her tone was not at all disappointed; on the contrary, it carried a strange sense of anticipation.

This time, it's a complete failure. The last struggle has failed. I'll just have to be a house cat. I can't blame myself for not being reserved. After all, the methods of the gods are too terrifying.

"A wildcat yearning for freedom, if confined at home and turned into a house cat, will lose its wildness and charm. Leave if you want to leave! Now, let's play a game of hide-and-seek. Don't let me find you too quickly, little wildcat!"