Galactic Plumbers' Justice League

In an instant, Orm's mind was filled with a long string of words.

<Mother of Friends>, <Widow of Atlantis>, <Desire*Un*>

Instantly, the heart of this older mother-child, who lacked maternal love, shattered.

My dearest mother, your son was willing to fight the whole world for you, even wage war on the land, and yet you've actually gotten together with a Fishermen Race you've known for less than a day?

Do you even consider me your son anymore?!

Atlanna:???

No, why would I want to be at odds with the world?

Orm: Mind your own business!

Thump!

Ben raised his hand and punched him on the head, making Orm howl in pain.

"What's on this child's mind?"

He could tell at a glance that Orm's mind was filled with yellow rubbish.

But to be honest, his relationship with Atlanna was completely innocent.

Ben had no interest in older women, while Atlanna, though exiled for decades, always cherished her husband in her heart, and even though Thomas was now a balding, middle-aged man with a receding hairline, she had not changed her mind.

There are plenty of strange and unusual things growing in the sea; the Mediterranean is nothing compared to that.

"Don't overthink it!" Atlanna wasn't too happy either.

This poor kid is no good, even his own mother is disgusted by him.

"If it wasn't because of my mother, why did you spare my life?" Orm was hit several times, but he still couldn't understand.

"It's very simple. I hope you can put aside your prejudices and become the true ruler of Atlantis," Ben said.

He believed that Orm could truly build a bridge between the land and Atlantis. Although Arthur in the movie was also trying to do this, that fool was biased and clearly sided with humanity, being too tolerant of human pollution of the ocean.

This is not a good thing.

"Let me be king?" Orm was dumbfounded.

Nereus was also anxious; he was truly indignant. He had even thrown his daughter away, how could he let Orm reap the rewards?

Normally, with such a good thing happening, shouldn't the father-in-law be the one to sit back and relax first?

He rushed to Ben's side, his red beard bristling, and exclaimed urgently, "My dear son-in-law, have you made a mistake? How can you let Orm become king?"

Ben glanced at him, said nothing, but the meaning was clear: Who are you messing with?

Mera rushed over and pulled him aside, saying irritably, "What's it to you? You were just trying to join Orm in attacking Little Ben Ben! It's already a miracle you didn't get your gold coins!"

Nereus:...

I'm speechless; this little cotton-padded jacket lets in the wind.

And what about you?

Orm temporarily suppressed his prejudice against humans. He wondered why Ben, having obtained the Poseidon Trident, didn't become the supreme ruler of the ocean himself.

"Where would I get DC time?"

Ben rolled his eyes.

He's the Galactic Plumbers Security Officer, King of Sakaar, Ruler of the Fourth Empire of the Universe, Lord of the Nine Realms, Creator of the Manna Dimension, Guardian of the Infinity Stones... Which of these titles isn't far superior to your status as Lord of the Seven Seas? Why would he need to guard this wretched puddle?

"That's settled then, and it's not about making you immediately abandon your prejudices against humanity. Atlantis can join the Galactic Plumbers, an organization I established. In this universe, the Security Officer in charge of the Galactic Plumbers is named Clark Kent. He's not from Earth, but from a race from outer space."

"The Galactic Plumbers, the Security Officer..."

Orm repeated it, but ultimately said nothing more.

"I will try to do it."

"Very good." Ben nodded in satisfaction, then added, "Establishing friendly relations between Atlantis and the land doesn't mean Atlantis should always back down. For those entities that severely pollute the oceans, just take action!"

"Especially that island nation that discharges nuclear wastewater into the sea, just flood them and that's it!"

Ben handed the Poseidon Trident directly to Orm.

"Here you go, this is Superpowered Harpoon. With it, you can transform into Tidal Sea Spirit and defeat any Sun Monster."

Orm didn't understand the Ben was making, but he at least knew one thing: the other party had handed over the trident to him and given him considerable power, even the ability to directly declare war on land.

Moreover, by obtaining the trident, he would essentially become the true Aquaman, wielding absolute power over the seven seas!

Seeing this, even Mera was stunned for a moment. She quickly pulled Ben's arm and swam to the side, whispering, "Benny, why did you even give him the trident?"

Don't worry, what I can give, I can also take back.

"I am already a complete god; I do not need the power of the trident."

Ben crossed his arms, seemingly unconcerned.

The Poseidon Trident has truly recognized him as its master, and the powerful force within the artifact has become one with him. Now, even without the trident, Ben's power can shake the Seven Seas and surpass Orm, who wields the artifact.

Moreover, he has even greater authority over the trident; with a single thought, he can make Orm lose ownership of the trident.

Orm is at best the Fork God; he is the true god of the sea.

"Besides, it's just a trident; I can have as many as I want."

With a flick of his wrist, Ben produced another golden harpoon, its aura identical to that of the trident in Orm's hand.

"Another one?"

Nereus's eyes nearly popped out.

No, do you wholesale tridents?

Hey, you know what?

Although this trident is not the original, it is very close to the original; it is a replica created by Omnitrix after scanning.

While the most crucial function of the Little Broken Watch is to collect the genes of intelligent races, its functionality extends far beyond that.

Many intelligent races require special equipment to maintain their form while existing—for example, the Alien Monster needs Gravity Device, and the Cosmigod that Ben transformed into also had silver armor made of Uru Metal.

This is enough to prove that the Little Broken Watch has the ability to replicate the target weapon.

After analyzing the trident's energy, it clearly determined that the trident and Ripjaws were one entity. Therefore, when Ben transforms into Ripjaws, he can also replicate the trident's appearance through the watch.

"Get me one too." Nereus rushed over to fawn over her, almost as if he were selling his other daughter as well.

"It can't be fixed."

Ben shoved him away.

The trident replicated by the Little Broken Watch is made of the same materials as the original, but it lacks any magic; at best, it's just a sturdy and ornate harpoon. The energy fluctuation is Ben's own energy.

After making these arrangements, Ben decided not to stay in this universe any longer.

His arrival in the DC Universe was originally an accident, and now that he has stayed here long enough, it's time for him to return.

I'll go too.

Mera immediately raised her hand.

She found staying in Atlantis with Ben much more interesting; going to another universe was something she had never even dared to dream of before.

However, he relied on the bracelet to stabilize the space when he arrived, but now that he has crossed a large dimension, the bracelet only has a positioning function left, and it is impossible to return by relying on the bracelet.

"As expected, anything not made by ourselves is unreliable."

Ben shook his head helplessly.

Don't let Banner's seven PhDs fool you; he's always struggling with research. He either turns himself into the Hulk or something falls short here and there.

"I'll have to do it myself."

He shook his head helplessly. He wasn't the only one who needed to return to the Marvel Universe now; the bracelet alone wouldn't suffice.

After entrusting the affairs of Atlantis entirely to Orm, Ben took a batch of Atlantis technological data and left the sea, returning to the Kryptonian outpost ship.

On the cold glacier, Mera excitedly played in the snow and tried to get Faora to join in a snowball fight.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, all in one look!

Faora had no interest in this, but when she got annoyed, she didn't hesitate to pick up a several-hundred-meter-long iceberg and throw it, suppressing Mera beneath it.

She thought Earth was a wonderful place.

The yellow sunlight brought her an unprecedented experience. As a Kryptonian warrior, her greatest joy was increasing her strength and fighting against others.

Unfortunately, Ben forbade them to fight freely.

After easily subduing Mera, Faora returned to the outpost ship with a cold expression.

The spaceship, which originally resembled a spherical object, has now completely changed its appearance. The outpost spaceship has been almost completely dismantled into a pile of scrap metal, with all sorts of messy parts piled up like mountains. Among those parts, a red, cooked crab is holding blueprints, examining them with a mischievous look, and then shaking its head repeatedly.

"Tsk tsk tsk-- Galvan's brain capacity is really lacking. They can't even grasp this much knowledge. They're far inferior to me. I'm being polite."

When do we set off?

Faora walked through the pile of parts to Ben's side and asked him directly.

Can't you see I'm busy?

"Without transforming the outpost ship into Time and Space Wheel capable of traversing time and space, we simply won't be able to break through the barriers of the universe. I might not die then, but you're guaranteed to die. I'm being polite."

Ben put down the blueprints.

Crossing between two dimensions with different worldviews is no easy task; even he needs to be careful.

To this end, Ben switched back and forth between Brainstorm and Grey Matter, trying to find and fill in any gaps to achieve perfection.

However, he didn't expect that even though he was the one who played both characters, they still couldn't stand each other.

Grey Matter mocks the Cerebrocrustacean for being inflexible, rigid, and dogmatic; Brainstorm laughs at Galvan having insufficient brain capacity and being far inferior to him in terms of calculation ability, even pointing out some discrepancies in the calculation data on the blueprints he provides.

In short, they were both unwilling to admit defeat to each other, but they still managed to create some wonderful chemistry.

With their complementary strengths, the design blueprints for the Time and Space Wheel are also being rapidly improved.

"I hope you won't forget your promise," Faora could only say, uttering harsh words.

"Do you think I'm Galvan of a frog? Besides, according to my calculations, rebuilding Krypton would greatly enhance the strength of the Galactic Plumbers, something only a fool like you, who only knows how to use his muscles instead of his brain, would forget. I'm being polite."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, go away. You're just getting in the way. I'm just being polite."

Ben asked them to leave.

On the other side.

Under the intimidation of Orm, who wielded Poseidon Trident, Atlantis once again coalesced into a single entity.

This time, even the brutes of the Brine Kingdom bowed their heads.

Atlanna finally returned to the little cabin she had left so long ago, and a touching reunion ensued.

For Arthur, this was an unexpected surprise.

After the long-awaited family reunion, Atlanna told them everything she had experienced over the years and hoped that Arthur could join the Galactic Plumbers as a representative of Atlantis.

"Your brother Orm will ally Atlantis with the Galactic Plumbers, uniting their forces. However, he is now the king of Atlantis and cannot remain on land for long."

"So he needs an ambassador to the Galactic Plumbers?" Arthur, clasping his hands over his chest, seemed to see right through him.

That's exactly what I mean.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that you probably don't know what kind of situation the Galactic Plumbers is facing right now." Arthur sighed and rubbed his forehead. "That guy called Superman is too stubborn. Dozens of countries have already declared war on him. The Galactic Plumbers hasn't even been established yet, and I think it's going to be finished."

"No, it won't."

Atlanna shook her head.

"Arthur, you lack confidence in the Galactic Plumbers because you don't understand Mr. Ben's power."

"Atlantis possesses the power to submerge all continents and destroy the world. Now, your brother Orm alone can shake the seven seas; such a force is beyond human endurance. And Mr. Ben's power is even greater."

"That Superman named Clark Kent is from a race from outer space, and his strength is very close to Mr. Ben's. Human weapons are nothing in his eyes."

Atlanna was quite certain that if war broke out, the Galactic Plumbers would be able to achieve victory in a short time without even needing Atlantis's assistance.

That is indeed the case.

Clark demonstrated his magnanimity.

To avoid harming the Earth's environment, he chose space as the battlefield and showed no intention of fighting back, allowing all nations to unleash their weapons upon him.

After enduring bombardment from dozens of nuclear weapons, he remained suspended in space like a god, with his back to the blazing sun, completely unharmed.

On this day, humanity finally realized Superman's true power.

Gotham City.

Blu Wayne, from his Batcave, watched the entire war waged by one man against the world from beginning to end via his own satellite.

When he saw that the release of the nuclear bomb had not harmed Clark in the slightest, his heart sank to his feet.

If even the most powerful weapons in human history are ineffective, what other methods are there to destroy the enemy?

If the other side intends to harm Earth, how can this threat be resolved?

"We can't beat them, looks like we have no choice but to join."

Grandpa Wayne sighed helplessly and decided to approach the other party first, find out their background, and then formulate a suitable plan.

Central City.

Barry Aaron, with his square face, was extremely excited at that moment.

After having Superpowers for so long, he's finally found his people.