To be honest, the Luthor in front of me doesn’t have any of the thoughts of a traditional Luthor.
Putting aside the comics where he was initially portrayed as a pure villain, what kind of person is Lex Luthor in most Universes?
He can be considered a human supremacist, believing that humanity does not need alien gods to interfere with its destiny.
He hates Superman not because Superman is evil, but precisely because Superman is too kind an omnipotent alien savior is, in itself, the greatest negation of human potential.
That philosophy is something Ultraman can understand, and even respect.
This is also why Ultraman, despite knowing that several human resistance organizations aiming to overthrow him are hidden in various regions, has never gone to clear them out, and even secretly provides support.
Humanity does not need to peacefully accept the rule of an alien; it should always maintain a fighting spirit this is something Ultraman has always recognized.
If humanity begins to peacefully accept the rule of Ultraman.
then humanity is already beyond saving…
“What? Do you want to represent humanity to overthrow me?”
If so, Ultraman might consider only breaking a few of Luthor’s bones and leaving him half-dead.
“Yes!” Luthor roared, his red hair dancing wildly in the wind, the blue light in his eyes almost overflowing, “This World should be ruled by me the strongest!”
Luthor raised his hands violently toward the sky.
Clouds surged above his head, and a thick bolt of lightning tore through the sky, striking toward Ultraman with the momentum of destroying the World.
The current pierced through all the air between the two, and the electronic equipment in the entire area sparked simultaneously.
The lightning struck Ultraman directly in the chest, engulfing his entire body in blinding White light.
Then the White light dissipated, and Ultraman stood in place, motionless, his uniform not even having a single wrinkle.
Before Luthor’s pupils could even constrict, Ultraman had already crossed the distance between them.
One hand accurately gripped his neck, Luthor’s feet left the ground, and a choking gurgle came from his throat.
Luthor struggled frantically, throwing all the abilities he had plundered onto Ultraman, each strike landing solidly on Ultraman, yet not a single strike left any trace.
“You are clearly also human.” Ultraman looked at Luthor struggling in his hands, his voice cold and deep, “Do not underestimate humanity.”
This sentence was not sarcasm.
it was the truth.
And Luthor, possessing the Power of Shazam, having plundered the powers of so many super-powered individuals, was living less and less like a human.
“I was still too merciful to you in the past.”
Ultraman’s fingers began to tighten slowly.
It was not a sudden burst of force, but a deliberately slowed speed, allowing Luthor to clearly feel the process of his trachea being crushed inch by inch.
“I live in a paper-thin World, and if I am not careful, I will break something. You have never truly understood my power.”
Fear finally appeared in Luthor’s eyes.
That was a kind of most primitive, instinctual fear the look in the eyes of prey when its throat is bitten by a predator.
He opened his mouth to speak, but could only emit a few syllables.
“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” Ultraman continued, his tone as flat as if stating a routine report, “Because I thought you might still have some use. for example your relationship with Superwoman.”
A scene flashed through his mind…
it was something he had accidentally captured with his super-hearing earlier he didn’t mean to listen, but the movements of those two were just too loud.
Superwoman’s wish was to bear offspring with the strongest person, and Luthor provided help.
This story line did not deviate; Superwoman now already has a child in her belly.
According to the original plot, that child will play a role in the war against Darkseid in the future, which means the Luthor in front of him has no use at all.
Luthor’s face had turned purple, his lips moving, seemingly wanting to say something begging for mercy, threats, or some information that could be exchanged for his life.
But Ultraman had no interest in listening anymore.
“It is a pity. this is all you amount to.”
His fingers tightened violently, a crack, very light, like snapping a dry twig.
The body struggling in his hand instantly lost all strength, and its limbs hung down.
Ultraman loosened his hand, and the corpse fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
He looked down for a glance, turned around and flew away; there would be a specialized cleaning agency to handle the aftermath, he didn’t need to worry about it.
…
The private chat channel of the Chat Group lit up.
Jina’s avatar was flashing.
Ultraman took a deep breath, wiping away the coldness from his face bit by bit, letting his facial muscles readjust to a gentle angle.
[Jina]: Superman, you have probably figured out the relevant information about Senior Mami’s World, right?
[Superman]: Yes, I have learned about it.
A race called Kyubey actually deceives innocent girls, using their despair as an energy source.
The end of the Universe is a natural law; it should not be built upon the suffering of girls.
I will do my best to stop these tragedies.
[Jina]: As expected of Superman.
I have already organized the information on the important characters in that World and sent it to you.
Although Senior Mami is a bit fragile inside, I believe she has always been a kind person.
[Superman]: I understand, I will do my best to protect them, and I will also do my best to guide them.
In my opinion, those Magical Girls you call the main cast are all good children.
Please leave it to me, a Adult, from now on.
[Jina]: Superman.
it is really great to be able to meet you.
Jina looked at the conversation on the screen, her nose feeling a bit sore.
She raised her hand to rub her eyes and found that the back of her hand was a little wet.
Before Superman joined this Chat Group, Jina was tormented by a sense of powerlessness every day knowing that Saeko’s World would have a zombie crisis but being unable to help; knowing that Mami’s World hid such a cruel truth but not daring to speak up.
Jina hoarded supplies, looked up information, and tried hard to be a good group owner, but she knew in her heart that what she was doing was just a drop in the bucket for the real crisis.
But now it is different.
there is a Superman in the Chat Group.
Jina leaned against the back of her chair, placed her arm on her forehead, and the corners of her mouth curved up.
As expected of that superhero who took the World by storm in her memories.
not just because of his power, but because he brought hope to everyone he has arrived, and things will have a turning point.