Saiyan Society's Number One Scumbag

"To paint the world with its own colors..."

"Beckett ..."

Gazing at the sky, which was completely dyed golden, Mera inexplicably recalled the image of Beckett saying those words.

He did it.

And he did it by stepping over Superman's corpse.

The Kryptonian's body could not withstand the impact of such a high-intensity energy explosion, and he was completely reduced to a wisp of dust in the ruins, falling silently.

Covered in blood, Beckett lost his Super Saiyan form. A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him, causing his knees to buckle and his vision to go black as he collapsed to the ground.

"Beckett?"

"Beckett!"

Mera's expression instantly changed from joy to worry. The icy water formed a bridge for her, carrying her to the side of Beckett who had fallen to the ground.

"Beckett! Beckett, are you alright Beckett?!"

Mera, holding the man's body in her arms, gently patted his cheeks, trying to wake Beckett.

"Excuse me, Ms. Mera, His Highness Beckett needs Nutrient Fluid."

Woz jumped out unhurriedly and took out a small half-bottle of vibrant green Nutrient Fluid from his pocket in front of Mera.

"This is...? Woz, didn't you say that the last one was the last one?"

"Three days is enough time for Woz to reconstitute one using the existing materials." Woz calmly reached out and gestured for Mera to pry open Beckett's mouth.

"Then why is there only half a bottle?" Mera stretched out her hand and did as she was told, forcibly prying open Beckett's lips.

"I used half a bottle on Alfred and Louise Lane; they were injured by the Parademons Legion before I took control of the Kryptonian spaceship." This is also why Alfred, Diana, and the others didn't appear on the battlefield; they went to a safe city to recuperate.

"That won't work, Ms. Mera. You have to pry open His Highness Beckett's teeth." Woz scratched his head, having been fiddling with the Nutrient Fluid for ages without being able to get it into Beckett's Barry. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he shoved the test tube in his hand into Mera's hand.

Mera: "???"

Woz's chubby little hands pointed at the azure screen, and then a complete artificial respiration procedure appeared before Mera's eyes.

Mouth-to-mouth breathing and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation are relatively easy ways to pry open Beckett's mouth, who is currently unconscious.

Woz looked serious, his chubby little hands gripping Beckett's bloodstained red tail tightly, signaling Mera to start quickly.

The screen in front of Mera also detailed the reason why Woz couldn't use this rescue method: as an Artificial Intelligence life form that outwardly manifests as a robot cat, its mouth is too big.

Moreover, and most importantly, its mechanical tongue cannot roll up the Nutrient Fluid.

It is well-reasoned and convincing.

At least Mera believed it.

He tilted his head back, bit off the cork from the test tube, took a small sip of the Nutrient Fluid, and knelt down beside Beckett. He leaned down and kissed Beckett's dry lips without hesitation.

"Call..."

Mera flushed, finished the first bite and released her mouth to breathe in the fresh air.

"No, it's impossible to pry it open."

Beckett is not dead. He has simply fallen into a coma due to his body's self-preservation mechanism. Under such circumstances, trying to pry open a Saiyan's mouth is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"Is that not allowed?"

Woz was clearly disappointed.

Even pressing down on Beckett's tail was useless; this time, the full power output of Super Saiyan Three caused far more damage to Beckett's body than Woz had anticipated.

"Well, there's no other way but to take it slowly."

Mera took another mouthful of Nutrient Fluid and leaned down to press her lips against Beckett's bloodstained lips.

Time and time again.

Her red hair was slightly disheveled from the frequent up-and-down movements, and Mera's cheeks flushed red as she gasped for breath.

A few beads of sweat occasionally seeped from his forehead.

When Barry Allen, who had been ignored by everyone, arrived at the scene, he saw Mera frequently performing artificial respiration.

"Wait a minute, His Highness Beckett's tail is moving!"

"The Nutrient Fluid is working! Quick!"

Woz noticed the tail he was holding twitch and immediately became excited.

"I see."

Mera nodded, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from her brow, and leaned down to kiss him. Beneath her, Beckett's mouth instinctively opened, his teeth loosening, and Mera even began to roll her tongue around...

"?!"

Mera's eyes widened, and she instinctively straightened up.

"What's wrong?" Woz asked.

"No, no, it's nothing." Mera smoothed her slightly messy bangs; her bright red curls were particularly vibrant in the sunlight.

Holding up the lush green cup, just as he was about to count to four and do it again, Beckett in his arms opened his mouth and unconsciously murmured a name.

The voice was very soft, but it made Mera change instantly.

"Hela..."

"???" Mera and met Barry Allen's curious gaze.

"Uh... I didn't hear anything... nothing." Barry Allen instinctively tried to raise his hands, but winced in pain.

[Help, Hela, Hela my foot!!!]

[You're trying to call back a dead person's soul?!]

Mera's expression was unpleasant, but she ultimately suppressed her displeasure and, with a hint of revenge, swallowed the remaining Nutrient Fluid into her mouth before forcefully silencing Beckett.

Saving lives is the priority; we must distinguish between what is important and what is urgent.

"Hmm!"

Beckett finally opened his eyes.

"???"

"Mera?"

Upon waking, Beckett abruptly pushed Mera, frowning in confusion.

"Phew... It's good that you're awake."

"Get up."

Looking at that face that had regained its vitality, Mera took a deep breath, all her worries washed away by joy. She smiled and stood up, extending her hand to Beckett, saying, "Give me your hand, Beckett."

"Nutrient Fluid? There's still some left?"

Beckett noticed the single drop of liquid still clinging to Mera's lips and naturally stood up.

"Would you believe me if I said I was the one who did it?" Perhaps because she felt the crisis had been temporarily averted, Mera's face once again displayed the smile Beckett was familiar with.

She put her hands behind her back and blocked his way.

"... Move aside." Beckett stared at Mera's face, remained silent for a while, then tilted his head to the right, signaling her not to block his way.