manynovel Chapter 126 Brainiac's Plot
Chapter 126 Brainiac's Plot
Chapter 126 Brainiac's Plot (Please continue reading, sob sob)
"Think about it, Lex."
Luther knew Brainiac was about to say something divisive again, but he knew he wouldn't change his mind because of Brainiac's words.
So... it wouldn't hurt to listen.
Okay, actually that's not the main reason. The main reason is that Brainiac's nonsense doesn't come without a price.
Lex Luther has now completely figured out how his remote transmission communication method works—a more convenient, faster, safer, and purer information exchange technology.
And this means...
This means that Lex can now actually continue stealing his data right in front of him.
If he was like a burglar breaking into a house, and if Brainiac caught him, he would be beaten up.
Now Brainiac opened the window, wanting to talk to him, while Luther kept fishing at things in Brainiac's house with a fishing rod.
Brainiac could certainly stop it; he could simply close the window, but that would mean he couldn't talk to Luther.
So? So now he seems to have no choice but to patiently let Luther download it.
"If Superman were to enter politics, he could run a political career for years, from the federal level to the state and county levels, and he could do it perfectly. I mean, voters would go crazy for him."
"Uh-huh."
Luther ignored him and focused on downloading the data.
"Think about it, this alien has unlimited energy, is extremely intelligent, has outstanding wisdom, is incredibly charming, and has been in good health for decades."
"He can fly to 52 states in 10 minutes to campaign for him. At his campaign rallies, he will descend from the sky in a bright red cape, allowing every drooling middle-aged woman to touch his pectoral muscles. Supporters' blue or red flags gather into a sea. Every state is his vote bank, and huge amounts of wealthy people are willing to spend a fortune on such a rising star."
Brainiac told a joke, but Luther didn't laugh at all. He silently continued downloading the data.
"Do you really think you can fight against a flesh-based God who is determined to give his all, using those ridiculous political tactics?"
"You think he needs to break the rules? No, he doesn't need to at all. Even if he operates within the framework of the constitution, he can do whatever he wants."
"There's nothing he can't do if he wants to. Build a bridge, lower healthcare costs, everyone will support him. Even if you object, it won't matter. He'll approve it himself, fly over there on the spot, get things done in no time, and he'll get it done without having to argue with anyone else."
"More importantly, you know he's not some primitive alien, right? He only needs to bring out one piece of Kryptonian technology to drive the entire human society crazy. What can't he do?"
Seeing that Luther didn't answer, Brainiac continued:
"Oh, of course. If he doesn't want to do something, you can't do it either. You think I don't know about your human experiments? The omnipotent god of the human world has X-ray vision. He only needs to fly to your doorstep, glance at you, and immediately know what you're doing down there, and then the police will come knocking."
"Think about it, with such a strongman's two-pronged approach, the economy will soon be booming, fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And then what will happen?"
"Okay, or let's compromise. If Superman is so noble, he might go back to doing some farming work after two terms. But you know, one day..."
Brainiac said, "For example, if Brainiac or some other alien monster invades, the world will collapse, the economy will be in turmoil, and people will miss Superman and hope that Superman will continue to be president."
"And then what will he say? Maybe, 'I can't be so arrogant as to think I can control the course of history.' But all sorts of things always end up forcing him to take on everything, don't they? Just like now?"
"To Superman, a city within a radius of a few dozen kilometers is no different from a 10-square-meter room."
"He can appear in any corner of the city anytime, anywhere. Even the whole earth is just a living room he can reach in a few steps. He destroys criminals as easily as stomping on ants in the living room. Even the toughest opponents are just like catching flies with an electric mosquito swatter to him."
"At first, he would act like he does now, going out on his own to fight crime or forming a civilian organization to cheer him on and do odd jobs. He could just give it a name, like the Avengers Alliance or something, and exert some influence."
"But soon he'll start directly stopping things and changing the law of the land, because he can do it all! What need is there for police? What need is there for firefighters? Meteorites, solar storms—nothing can harm humanity anymore, because Superman can solve everything!"
"With Superman's repeated retirements and comebacks, believe me, Earthlings will soon gradually realize a problem: whenever Superman is doing good deeds or even taking power, there will be peace and prosperity, and social stability."
"But if someone else comes to power, they are very likely to mess everything up. People will eventually be shocked to discover that the best guarantee of the people's well-being is having an alien as their leader!"
"So here's the question: what's the difference between everything Superman does and what I do? Since Superman's purpose is to ensure the well-being of the people, what makes you think I can't do it?"
Seeing that Luther had stopped talking, Brainiac felt that it was about time. He disconnected the call and then checked for a while to see how much data Luther had copied.
A smile appeared on the corner of the green alien's mouth.
"Keep downloading, keep downloading, the more the better."
Countless massive streams of data swept past his eyes, and a glint flashed in Brainiac's eyes:
"Stealing Brainiac's knowledge comes at a price..."
He certainly didn't expect to actually convert Luthor into a fighter against Superman with just a few words. He simply wanted to deepen the existing seed of doubt, subtly amplifying some of Luthor's thoughts to ultimately conceal his own actions…
That incomplete version of Doomsday was the gift he sent. All the prey thought they could swallow the sugar coating and throw the cannonball back. They always thought they were smart enough to make the hunter look like a monkey...
But Brainiac always brought them the deepest despair.
That incomplete Doomsday was an opportunity, an opportunity for unity. But as you know, unity is often followed by division.
Brainiac shook its head, its eyes still swirling with data streams. Preventing the opening of the phantom portal in a specific area wasn't easy, but... fortunately, Brainiac had enough energy; if a precise point couldn't be found, a large-scale blockade would suffice.
When it comes to cutting-edge science that manipulates space jumps, Earthlings aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes.
He guessed that Batman wouldn't abandon a top fighter like Lex Luthor. If his guess was correct, Lex Luthor, who had just hung up on him, should have already received Batman's request for help.
He also anticipated the immense shock and fear that such a fragmented Doomsday-like advanced combat power would instill in him. No one could resist such cutting-edge power; everyone would begin studying Doomsday…
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Mr. Smith has just moved from Midtown to the Metropolitan.
People who have never lived in Midtown simply cannot imagine how unbearable this city is!
You'll be robbed just two steps from your doorstep. The robber is incredibly polite. He shoots the ground next to your feet as soon as he sees you, then bows, takes off his hat, and demands that you put all your valuables inside. If you don't give them to him, he shoots you in the leg, and then continues to politely ask you to give him the money.
By the time you hand him the money and the police arrive, he's already flown away in his high-tech jet-powered flying shoes! Mr. Smith simply couldn't believe that the city's criminals were more technologically advanced than the police!
So he's now planning to move to Metropolis, where he's heard there's a superhero called Superman who can fight criminals during the day, so at least he won't get robbed in broad daylight like some outrageous thing.
A wonderful life awaits me! Metropolis, such a big city must have excellent public security, with superheroes like Superman flying in the sky, which must be much more powerful than those incompetent police in Midtown.
After all, what could be worse than being robbed in broad daylight while walking down the street?
He's now arrived in a small town on the outskirts of the metropolis, and his car has run out of gas; he should go and fill up...
Huh?
He found the town in a mess, but strangely, countless people still went about their lives and work as if they hadn't noticed anything.
The man who seemed to be selling newspapers was still selling newspapers in mid-air, even though his newsstand had been smashed into a pancake, like an NPC in some game that had encountered a bug.
He pulled over, rolled down his window, and spoke a few words to the newspaper vendor, but the man just kept asking him, "Do you want to top up your data plan?"
The eerie sight sent chills down Mr. Smith's spine. He turned his car around to leave, but after only two steps, he heard a loud bang, and a huge, terrifying monster covered in bone spurs crashed down in front of him like a comet.
!!!
Before he could react, another purple monster charged over, and the two monsters engaged in a fierce fight, spinning like tops and engulfing the surrounding shops. The buildings collapsed on the spot, scattering like Lego toys on the ground.
The newspaper vendor was still asking him if he wanted to buy a data SIM card when a steel bar fell from the sky, piercing his head and emerging between his legs.
"You...you..." Mr. Smith pointed at him, unable to speak.
"Oh, you mean that? Never mind it, work still has to be done." The newspaper vendor casually pulled the steel bar off his head. "This is just a daily occurrence in the metropolis. Want to buy a data SIM card?"
boom!
Before Mr. Smith could reply, a huge rock fell from the sky.
"It's over!"
Smith collapsed to the ground with a thud, closed his eyes, and regretted his momentary lapse of judgment. He had thought he should settle in such a terrifying place as Metropolis. This was just a small town on the outskirts of Metropolis where monsters were already fighting each other. If they got to the city center, wouldn't even dinosaurs be able to come out?
But he wasn't crushed to death. He looked up and saw Batman, the guardian of Gotham he'd seen on the news, wearing a blue cape and holding a giant rock, standing in front of him.
"Oh my God, this is truly like meeting Jesus from the beginning..."
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here. How did you end up in a combat zone? The military blockade must have been..."
Chen Tao paused for a moment when he got to this point, because he suddenly realized that he had personally destroyed the army's organization, and the soldiers maintaining order had all come to deal with him. If some dim-witted fools ignored those warnings, they might indeed accidentally wander into the battlefield.
"Hurry up and leave," he said to the other person irritably.
"How terrible!" Mr. Smith jumped into his car and floored the gas pedal. He cried and screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"Metropolis is terrifying, I want to settle down in Gotham!"
Although Chen Tao could hear what the other person was saying, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to him. He turned his head to look at the two giant monsters fighting.
For a long time, Chen Tao had been vaguely worried about one question: what if Superman died at the hands of Doomsday or some other monster, just like in the stories he had read countless times?
But such vague worries no longer seem to exist in his world.
He watched Doomsday, who was locked in a fierce battle with the parasite, and Doomsday seemed to be losing ground, unable to even defeat the fully-fed parasite.
"roar!"
The monster, covered in bone spurs, roared in pain as the parasitic demon grabbed it and sucked it in. Its muscles swelled, and the rings of muscles that shimmered with purple light made it look like a Mickey Mouse tire-like figure—exaggerated and dangerous.
Chen Tao deactivated his high-speed bullet transformation and landed on the ground. It took him less than a minute to fly over, which means he still has at least 9 minutes to fight.
The mud-faced man, bubbling and puffing, emerged from the ground beside him: "Robin reports to Batman that he drained that female lieutenant dry..."
After hearing the general situation, Chen Tao nodded and then fell into deep thought.
Doomsday was much weaker than he had imagined. Why was that?
He inexplicably sensed the scent of a conspiracy.
However, no matter what, dealing with Doomsday is the top priority now.
He pressed the earpiece: "Luther, it's time to make a move."
(Due to review procedures, some of Brainiac's words were deleted. I revised the rest to make it coherent and added some descriptions, making it 4000 words.)
(End of this chapter)