Clark meant the dream that had made him realize The Truth. That dream had been exceptionally real, even featuring an "Invisible Wall" that had prevented him from escaping. The timing of his father's appearance had also been perfect, helping him find the crucial detail. No matter how powerful his Super Brain was, it was not that intelligent. Someone had definitely tampered with it.
Clark recalled the conversation between the Black Officer and Schiller. At the time, he had only thought the two of them looked like they were filming a Hollywood blockbuster. But now that he thought about it carefully, every word had been loaded. So they had already been in cahoots—or had they conspired right in front of him?
Clark climbed down from the machine, feeling defeated. He had spent so long in that dream before figuring out the simplest riddle, yet these people had woven such an enormous conspiracy in just a few words, making it nearly flawless. At the very least, they had completely trapped him.
Even Lex Luthor, who had always been praised as a genius, had failed to escape their calculations. At present, Bruce was probably the only one who could see the full shape of the situation.
Clark was beginning to understand more and more why all those Supermen found Batman so attractive. Being attracted to intelligence was human nature; no one disliked smart people. Especially when those evil villains were about to drag the world into a massive conspiracy, and a heroically wise man stepped forward, dismantled every scheme, and saved the entire world—how could that not be incredibly appealing?
But the more he thought about it, the more depressed Clark became. During his experiences in the previous Dungeon, he had learned that Batman was an ordinary man with a fragile body. But