Shattering the Hero Dream

Henry had offered to make Cathy Weber a wheelchair. It was less about making up for what had happened to her in the Amazon Rainforest than about making an investment.

Her ability to see visions of the future was probably even more of a cheat than his status as a transmigrant and a Kryptonian.

Henry was confident he could take other superheroes head-on. He could face her directly, too, but if she decided to hide behind the scenes and scheme against him, things would get ugly.

Better to ally with someone like her than make an enemy of her. Even if he couldn't bring her into his harem and mold her entirely to his liking, she should at least be an ally on the same side.

Besides, she genuinely needed equipment. It wasn't as though Henry had spotted an opportunity and rushed to grovel for her favor. In a sense, they both stood to gain.

Once Tony Stark's mechanical prosthetics became a reality, Henry could make her a set of assistive limbs to help her move more freely and naturally in daily life.

As they watched Henry work, only Anya Corazon could ask anything remotely technical. The other two asked questions that missed the point, and eventually fell quiet.

Their mouths were quiet, but their minds weren't. Marty Franklin suddenly called out, "Henry, I have an idea." Henry didn't know why her having an idea meant calling on him, but he grunted a response to be polite. "What idea?"

"I'm officially appointing you our head of equipment and logistics. Look, we all gained powers in the Amazon, but we don't have proper gear to help us go out and fight crime. You can fill that gap."

Henry stopped working and gave the smugly talking girl a dead-eyed stare. It wasn't