My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Looking at the things in the exhibition hall on the first floor of the building, the clown uttered a cry of surprise.

In the white and illuminated bright room, there are countless glass cabinets.

Inside the transparent glass cabinet is a dummy in full bloom.

The dummy is covered with various costumes.

That is the costume of superheroes from all walks of life in the DC world.

The clown had an excited smile on his face, "Ha, it's like your Batcave, except..."

"You haven't seen my Batcave."

Eric interrupted his words, stopped on a dummy, and looked at the familiar uniform on it.

This is Sinestro's uniform armor.

Has the light of fear that rampages the universe also been defeated by Omega?

"It's true that I haven't been to your Batcave, but there should be some items in memory of your comrades in arms, right? Look here, all of them are spoils of war!"

The clown made a hissing sound, looking at the omega trophies around him with great interest.

The line of sight moved from among the trophies one by one.

Sinestro, Brainiac, Black Manta, Cyborg...

Eric even saw a leopard.

Could it be that Leopard Girl was beaten into a paper figure?

Tread Tread!

Eric walked in the room, staring at these Omega trophies, and said, "These should be people who have been defeated by him, people who have been defeated by him."

"What happened to him, we don't know. What kind of anger he kindled that drove him down this path, we don't know."

Eric said, walking to a dummy.

A purple suit, a beautiful green bow on the chest, this flamboyant dress, it looks like a clown's.

The clown looks at the clothes in his glass cabinet,

It was rare for her expression to become serious, "People change."

"Actually, I have a question I want to ask you."

Eric looked at the clown clothes in the glass, "What happened to you?"

"Didn't I tell you? Bat, those mobs tore me apart! But I don't remember anything clearer..."

The clown is still the same rhetoric as before.

"If you were killed by the mob, your clothes wouldn't be here."

Eric pointed out the contradiction in the clown's words, "You were hurt by Omega, which caused your tragedy today."

After being exposed by Eric, the clown fell silent.

The eloquence of the past has completely disappeared.

After a long while, he grinned, "Bat, I should answer with your words: it doesn't matter anymore!"

"Really? I think it's important!"

A hoarse voice sounded from behind the two of them.

Omega stepped out of the shadows.

"The truth is often buried in lies. If it cannot be investigated carefully, it will make everything chaotic and disorderly."

Omega did not sneak up on Eric from behind, but walked out openly.

"Just like this land, it has been living in lies, but what I have to do now is to bring everything back to normal order. There are no lies or betrayal, and everything is the truth."

"Welcome here, Eric, to the end of your long journey."

He made a welcome gesture and opened his hand to Eric.

"The end? I don't think so?"

Eric hung the clown lantern aside and rubbed his wrist, "This is just part of my journey."

Omega was noncommittal, "We don't need to argue, because the result will be drawn soon, whether the destination or the transit point will be decided in the next few hours."

He walked towards Eric step by step, "I wasn't sure if you came here, but you did. In a sense, we should be considered the same kind."

"similar?"

"Yes, similar people who used to have the same beliefs. I am even a little jealous of you. You have experienced things that I have not experienced. Those memories are all beautiful, without pain, without death and despair."

Omega's voice suddenly became a little low, "If you become me, will you choose the same path as me. I am very curious, so I decided to give it a try."

Eric secretly held the bat dart in his palm, "How do you want to try?"

"See that thing?"

He pointed to a chair that Eric thought looked familiar.

It was a pointed chair placed in the corner of the room.

The middle hollow part of the seat emits white light.

This looks like... the Möbius chair?

The time-space medium created by the legendary Mobius on Kovad star, this chair has accumulated all the knowledge in the universe, and can know all the future and past. Anyone who sits on it can be called an omniscient and omnipotent god.

Once Batman sat on this chair to gain cosmic-level superpowers, and knew the true identity of the Joker and killed his father and enemy.

Omega pointed to the seat, "This chair was once granted omniscience, but never again. I repurposed this chair, just like everything in this world. If you sit on it, I press the switch, and it will Will rewrite your mind to make you like me, my soldier, and the kind of hero this place needs."

"Unfortunately, I won't sit on it obediently."

Eric glanced at the Mobius chair, feeling a little regretful that the legendary strongest artifact was changed by this bastard to something like a thought reformer.

What a waste of money!

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, make you my soldier."

As soon as Omega finished speaking, a circle of red rope was thrown towards Eric.

It was a weapon flying from the shadows of the room.

Eric remembered that in Wayne Building, there was a kind of rope that could bind intruders.

I didn't expect it to be used on myself.

"This is the bondage rope!"

Eric yelled in surprise.

At the same time, he controlled his body to relax. He knew that the more he struggled, the tighter the rope would be.

This thing is a bit like the fairy rope in Journey to the West.

"You know it well."

Omega's voice was very pleasant, "In fact, I made some adjustments, whether you struggle or not, it will be tighter and tighter."

Looking at Eric who was kneeling on the ground, Omega showed a satisfied expression, and he walked slowly towards Eric.

"Tonight seems to be the end of your journey. However, I need to do some extra work before I can conclude your journey."

He walked past Eric, towards the clown with the lantern.

It seems the target is now the Joker.

Lift the clown lantern and watch the clown with exaggerated expression inside.

The clown didn't speak, and looked at him with a grin.

After staring at it for a few minutes, he dropped the clown lantern to the ground.

Bang!

The glass cover outside the lantern was shattered, and the clown's head rolled along the floor grunting.

Omega walked towards the rolling clown's head again, waved the metal fork in his hand, and knocked the clown's head flying like a baseball.