The Death Knell

"Thank you Superman!" A middle-aged woman holding her child kowtowed with tears in her eyes, thanking Superboy for saving her and her child: "If it weren't for you, I would be dead. You are a real superhero!"

This is a country near the Mediterranean Sea. Little Superboy can't tell whether it is Greece or Turkey. Although he has unlimited physical strength when he is basking in the sun, his brain will be exhausted if he works hard all the time.

Anyway, it's just fighting, rescuing people, being interviewed, and then fighting somewhere else after leaving, and this cycle goes on endlessly.

He is already a little numb, especially the enemies that have appeared recently, whether they are servants or monsters, are becoming more and more strange. For example, the opponent just now is an upright wild donkey that can emit milky white beams. That donkey can also sing Rap about some Christmas reindeer.

What kind of thing can you sing? Superboy believes that his aesthetics are normal. The raps of Eminem are considered songs, but what is the braying of a donkey?

Superboy simply used his heat vision to cremate the donkey, because while it was constantly destroying the city, it was also polluting people's spirits. It seemed to be particularly interested in young women with daughters.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do. When encountering such a monster, everyone has the obligation to eliminate it from the earth." Superman showed a standard sunny smile, with eight shining teeth. He helped the woman up, Then he touched the head of the little girl in his arms: "You are safe. I have eliminated the bad guys, but I still have to help more people."

Although he said this, Superboy did not leave immediately. He was waiting for the reporters and cameras to arrive.

I saved a poor mother and cute little girl. Is this not allowed to be filmed? Even though it only saved one person, mosquitoes are also meat.

Finally, a few minutes later, reporters and photographers arrived. Superboy cooperated with them to take some photos, and after accepting a short interview, he soared into the sky and continued his superhero career.

There are different reporters in different countries and regions. He needs to leave his glorious image in different places. Although he finds it very troublesome, this is how the death knell arranges it.

Clark didn't know exactly how useful it would be, but he knew that listening to the death knell would be the end of it.

Flying into the stratosphere and hiding behind a cloud, Superboy decided to take a short break here, drink some soda, and touch up his makeup.

Yes, he needed to touch up his makeup, not to make himself look more beautiful like an entertainment star, but to make himself look tired, bruised, and less glamorous.

There was no way, those Servants and Masters were really incompetent, and they were incompetent in all the subsequent incidents they caused. They couldn't even touch a hair on Superboy's head.

How can this work? You've been fighting for several days and you've circled the earth countless times, but you still look like you're fine after a few days? Who will recognize your achievements?

Although people all know that Superman is very strong, it is because of this preconception that Superboy needs to put on makeup to show people that he can be injured and tired even if he is so strong. Doesn't this make him look more like a human?

There are visible traces of dedication and labor, so you can only show your credit afterwards.

This is what Deathstroke taught him. If Clark had his own brain, he might not be able to think of this. Even the cosmetics in his hand were temporarily picked up from the ruins.

"Uh-huh!" Superboy blew on his nails. After applying this kind of nail polish, it would make his fingers look like bruises: "It's really troublesome. If I had known better, I wouldn't have chosen this plan. I would have asked Deathstroke to use something else. The plan is to kill more people at once, and I will be much more relaxed."

He hid above the clouds and muttered to himself. This man wanted to be a superhero, but after discovering that superheroes actually had to take care of so much shit, he became a little impatient.

What he wants is a life where he doesn't have to worry about anything. Every day when he goes out, many people greet him with admiration. His girlfriend and parents are also very proud of him.

In this way, you can be an otaku in the basement of your home with peace of mind, reading comics, playing figures and game consoles.

If you're in a good mood, it's okay to save a few people and prevent the earth's crisis.

But now he feels that he is more tired than a dog, mainly because what he is acting is not his true self, so he feels a little tired.

It’s really difficult for a person to pretend to be someone else and keep doing it.

Fortunately, after taking a look at the task list projected in his mind, he breathed a sigh of relief, because next the adjutant will arrange for a large number of aliens to invade the earth. He only needs to wait for those guys to cause damage and clean out most of the holy tanks. After the contestants of the war, just go and kill them.

Superboy was moved when he thought of this, because he knew that androids also wanted money. Deathstroke had really invested a lot in himself, and he would definitely repay him well in the future.

"Help, SOS, help."

The waiting time was not long, and when Leopard Girl ate the second plate of biscuits, the sound rang again, and this time, everyone heard it, even Zatanna.

"Slade?" Diana dropped the teacup in her hand and asked her boyfriend what he thought. In the brightly lit living room, she heard a chill from the cry for help.

Although he knew clearly that the voice belonged to Luther, it seemed as if there was some ice between the two sides, or maybe he had died and turned into a ghost.

The feeling is eerie.

Deathstroke, who had a Sandman mask on his face, did not immediately give his opinion. He just calmly took off the mask, rubbed his face, straightened his short hair, and then asked Lucien, who was standing beside him:

"Mr. Butler, did you hear anything just now?"

"Sorry, Deathstroke, maybe it's because I'm old and my ears are not working properly. I didn't hear anything just now."

The butler gave such an answer, and judging from his expression and eyes, it was not a lie. He really didn't hear anything.

He is indeed very old, and he started working here as a butler when the original Sandman Morpheus was born, but it would be nonsense to say that his ears are not good.

Even though he looks like an ordinary person, he is essentially a dream dweller. His pointed ears illustrate this. He is a fantasy creature and there is no such thing as aging.

"What about you? Did you all hear it?" Deathstroke turned to ask his teammates.

"At least I heard it this time." Zatanna clapped her hands, knocked off the crumbs of the cookie, and took a deep breath: "That voice makes people feel bad. It's not that I hate Luther, but because The sound seemed to come from the underworld, making people feel chilled all over.”

"I feel the same way, Slade." Flash confirmed the witch's statement, and he himself was thinking about what was going on.

Luther was obviously not in the living room, but why did his voice seem to be squeezed out from the cracks in the floor?