Beckett's Life-or-Death Gamble

"What did you say?"

"You can control Kryptonian spaceship?"

Alfred frowned. The blue robot cat in front of him looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen a similar face somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

"No, I meant I can try to control the Kryptonian spaceship." As a meticulous Artificial Intelligence life form, Woz wouldn't make any guarantees unless the success rate was 100%.

This is its strict principle as a robot cat.

"So what is your success rate?" Mera asked.

"According to the database of information about Kryptonian spaceship, Woz has a 77% chance of successfully piloting them." A bright blue screen appeared before Mera, and the clear numbers on the screen filled Mera and Louise with immense joy.

A 77% probability is already quite high.

"Wait, are you the one who hacked the Batcave base's database?"

While the two women were overjoyed, Alfred, Batman's butler, was focused on something else entirely. The large cat logo in the lower right corner of the azure screen finally reminded him why Woz seemed so familiar.

"Intrusion into the database?"

"If you're referring to Bruce Wayne's personal secret archives, then yes." Woz readily admitted, waving his hand to reveal several classified folders that replaced the 77% figure in the eyes of the three people present.

Research on Diana Prince and Analysis of Her Weaknesses

An Analysis of the Composition of Superman Clark's Powers

Analysis of the Application of Kryptonite Weapons

The Feasibility of Defeating Superman

The Death of Superman Plan

"..."

The clear list captivated Alfred, while Louise Lane, seeing these folders for the first time, was clearly incredulous.

"Alfred, is this true?" Louise Lane asked, pointing to the document on the screen.

She couldn't believe that Batman, who always presented a calm and brooding image, had secretly done so much research on her boyfriend.

"Wait, 'Bruce Wayne's Weaknesses Explained'?"

"Don't tell me he even wrote down how to kill himself."

Mera curiously clicked on the next page and was shocked to discover that the ruthless Bruce Wayne not only had a thorough understanding of Clark, but had even studied her as well.

"Ahem, that's all in the past. Now, the most important thing is what we do after we take control of the Kryptonian spaceship."

"If I remember correctly, we no longer have Mother Box."

Alfred coughed and decisively changed the subject; if they continued talking like this, something bad would happen.

"To draw Darkseid's attention and buy time for His Highness Beckett's resurrection."

Woz gave the answer directly.

"???"

"???"

Alfred and Louise Lane exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

Weren't we talking about reviving Clark?

Why did you change your partner again?

"Resurrect Beckett?"

Are you serious?

"Woz, do you really have a way to revive Beckett?"

Upon hearing this, Mera's eyes widened instantly, as if she was afraid that Woz would blurt out, "I'm lying to you."

"In fact, His Highness Beckett is not dead."

"Or rather, His Highness Beckett died in the conventional sense, nothing more."

Facing Mera, whom it can only trust at the moment, Woz, now back in action, reveals all the backup plans left by Beckett.

After his first encounter with Darkseid, Beckett realized that his current strength was simply insufficient to defeat Darkseid and take the Mother Box.

So, in the brief moment after landing and tilting his head back to drink the Nutrient Fluid, Beckett conceived a highly risky plan.

The fastest way for him to get close to the Mother Box is through death.

"No matter who it is, they will let their guard down when they create a corpse, even Darkseid is no exception."

"This is the confidence of the strong."

"And His Highness Beckett was killed by Darkseid himself."

Woz solemnly changed the contents of the panel, using the simulated battle model to recreate the scene of Beckett and Clark's deaths.

Of course, since the Darkseid model could not be constructed, Woz chose to use a red dot instead.

"Wait, Beckett's hair."

After reviewing the material with Woz, Mera, now calmer, immediately noticed the blind spot.

Even though Beckett had lost his vitality, his hair was still blonde and had not returned to its normal black color.

That doesn't make sense.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out, but Beckett's current state is like a lamp that's still burning after the oil has run out.

"That's right."

"His Highness Beckett still possesses the power that preserves his last glimmer of life."

"The Reality Stone of the Infinity Stones, of course, you probably don't know what it is."

Woz stretched out his chubby little hand and pressed it on the screen, rewinding the image.

Before Beckett actively shut down the Woz program, a faint black light suddenly appeared on his body on the screen.

"That is one of the treasures of our universe, and it exists in both solid and liquid forms."

"And now, it exists in His Highness Beckett's body in liquid form, using virtual reality capabilities to maintain His Highness Beckett's last shred of life."

Reality Stone, Virtual Reality.

This is something Beckett has carried with him ever since Odin sent him out using the Space Stone. Because he was separated from the root universe, the Reality Stone has been quietly lying in the bracelet's space, causing no trouble.

Because it understands that once it leaves its birthplace, it will truly disappear due to energy depletion and lack of replenishment.

Until Beckett used it voluntarily.

He used it to contort his body, preserving his last shred of "life."

This last glimmer of "life" is like a tiny flame; as long as someone "ignites" the Mother Box and directs its power to Beckett, the flame, fueled by this flame, will quickly ignite and burn.

Beckett would naturally be able to be resurrected as well.

Furthermore, the resurrected Beckett will also receive an amplification from the power of the Mother Box.

"But..."

Why was Beckett so certain that Darkseid would leave his body behind?

"If we just destroy his body, wouldn't Beckett's plan fall through?"

Influenced by Bruce Wayne, Alfred frowned and looked at the problem from another angle.

"Because His Highness Beckett believed that Darkseid would be interested in his corpse."

"He's gambling?" Louise Lane asked, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Is it really possible that someone would risk their life?

"Yes," Woz affirmed.

For Beckett, there was only one goal in this world—to find the Mother Box and go home.

Beckett's obsession with returning home was enough to make him risk his life for that one-in-two chance.

The reason he proactively shut down Woz's system was because he trusted Woz.

He believed that Woz, who had been with him since childhood, would be able to draw the power of the Mother Box to him.

If successful, he will use the Mother Box to push his power to another level.

Beckett never worried about failure.

Either way, you're going to die, so what's the point of worrying about everything?

Take life and death lightly, and fight if you disagree!

"Beckett, he..."

"Where does he get his confidence from? It's completely..." Mera didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Because His Highness Beckett trusts you, Ms. Mera." Woz raised his head, and the innocent-looking cat began his performance.

"Do you remember the Nutrient Fluid His Highness Beckett gave you?"

That was the last one.

"With it, Barry Allen was able to recover quickly."

"And you, Lady Mera, you are the key to His Highness Beckett's resurrection."

Woz pointed to the Golden Trident in Mera's hand.

"Trust... me?"

Mera's eyes widened, and she involuntarily gripped the trident in her hand tighter.

A cold, metallic feeling washed over me.

Two more chapters to go!

Around midnight~