The Last Chance

Under the blazing sun, the Emperor Tower radiates magnificent colors, creating a dazzling spectacle in the sky above the Metropolis.

Jenny's awakening brought Ba Di a sense of joy and relief.

So now, I steal a half-day of leisure from my busy life, and when I have time, I sit atop the Emperor Tower, watching the sun blaze and the clouds drift by, humming a song softly.

Ba Di was tall and imposing, wearing a white trench coat that fluttered in the wind. He lightly touched the air with his fingers, as if playing a piano in the air, and smiled at the blazing sun.

There is still about a month and a half left.

Those Krypton connected to him— Zod, Faora, and Haier —will descend upon this planet.

At that time, it might escalate into another battle.

It will be another planet- Destruction battle.

However, last time, Ba Di lost to the entire Krypton hierarchy. The entire upper echelons of Krypton were against him, making it impossible for him to save the common people who loved him.

Now, Ba Di hummed a tune softly, anticipating their arrival.

End all entanglement with Krypton.

Reuniting with old friends is always a joyful experience, Ba Di was no exception. He smiled in the sun, in a good mood.

The sunlight was intense, scorching the air and causing it to distort slightly.

Reflected by the nearby Emperor Tower, it shimmered with a rainbow of colors, beautiful and magnificent.

However, even a normal temperature exceeds 45 degrees Celsius, which would make an average person sweat profusely.

Luther is like that; he has a highly developed brain, but his physical body is still that of an ordinary person, at most the limit among ordinary humans.

Therefore, he still sweats, with dense beads of sweat emerging from his bald head, reflecting a faint iridescent color, clinging tightly to his body in his white suit, which is quite uncomfortable.

He stood behind Ba Di, knelt down to pay his respects, and was not allowed to get up.

"Luther, how many years have you been with me?"

Ba Di stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sun. The sunlight absorbed his skin, creating a radiant glow that was so intense and hot it was hard to look directly at him.

"Ten years, Your Majesty."

Sweat beaded even more on Luther's bald head, and his suit was soaked with sweat.

His expression shifted unpredictably, unsure where he had gone wrong. Now, Ba Di's aura was almost tangible, pressing down on him until he was drenched in sweat and struggling to breathe.

"Do you still remember how adorable you were when you followed me?"

Ba Di smiled faintly. He still remembered Luther's little tricks back then. He tried to play tricks on him, but ended up failing to pull off anything.

As he followed him to Metropolis and handled his affairs, all of this fueled Luther's inner Desire.

Seeing a more wonderful world makes Desire stronger, and one yearns to have more.

This was also intentionally indulged by Ba Di, who hoped that Luther would continue to achieve outstanding results.

However, it was very disappointing.

By placing himself above Luther, Ba Di caused Luther to lose something—perhaps some life-or-death struggle. Although Luther is intelligent, Ba Di doesn't need that kind of intelligence.

"In front of His Majesty, that's nothing but a little trick."

Luther's face was dark and ugly.

No one wants to reminisce for no reason.

Besides the elderly, many others wanted to recount their glorious deeds.

Another thing is the Deadman, which remind people of the past.

And now, as clearly as that, Ba Di reminded him of his own foolishness.

"Even now."

Ba Di said.

"Luther, you've disappointed me."

Luther's face darkened completely. His suit was soaked with sweat. In the sweltering midday heat, a chill crept up his spine and into his heart.

A wise person doesn't need many more words to understand everything that Ba Di is saying.

Ba Miu Luo Di, I understand.

"Your Majesty, this is all I can do."

Even so, Luther struggled to the utmost.

He never imagined using Kryptonite to attack Ba Miu Luo Di from his side.

Even with the Kryptonite shards, Luther couldn't get up. The figure of Ba Di, with his hands behind his back, weighed on his heart like a mountain.

It exuded the aura of mountains, as if the Himalaya Mountains were pressing down on him, crushing him into despair and rendering him unable to move.

Luther knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg in terms of deterrence.

At this moment, all wisdom is ineffective.

"One month."

"Luther, one month."

Ba Di's voice suddenly turned ruthless, his figure was imposing, and the aura emanating from his magnetic field was as oppressive as a meteorite falling from the sky.

In the face of his powerful body magnetic field, even the most ordinary person would experience dizziness, vomiting, and endocrine disorders.

If it weren't for Ba Di's control, the magnetic field within a radius of several hundred meters would have been distorted and converged by his body's magnetic field, forming a vortex-like distortion.

Now, Luther's face was flushed, beads of sweat were seeping from his bald head, he was almost suffocating, his heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, he felt like he was about to vomit and faint, as if he had been hit head-on by a police car, his body's regulatory system was out of balance for a moment, and his internal organs felt like they were about to explode.

"I'm giving you a chance to stay in the Doomsday Cell Research Lab for a month."

"Go study the Doomsday Cell!"

"One month later, the serum gene you developed will be injected into you."

"Will your life explode in expansion, or will it grow infinitely powerful?"

"It all depends on your research."

Ba Di turned around, his face radiant with sunlight, glowing in the sun.

He smiled.

"Luther, this is your last chance. Create Doomsday powerful enough to kill me so that you can survive."

This is Luther's final value.

Whether or not it can be manufactured, Luther's life is already in danger.

So, let's make the most of our last bit of light.

Luther's body suddenly relaxed, his flushed face letting out a labored breath, his eyes still bloodshot, his face wet with sweat, every inch of his skin covered, and beads of sweat on his eyelashes.

Ba Di released his hold on him.

His body relaxed for a moment, but upon hearing Ba Di's words, his heart sank again.

Doomsday Cell.

That's impossible; there's no such thing as an infinitely amplified, physics-defying organism.

This is nothing but wishful thinking.

This kind of creature is even more illogical, difficult to appear, and difficult to study than the person in front of Luther; it is simply impossible.

Only a god who controls creation could create such a creature.

Even though Luther didn't believe in God, he couldn't help but feel a heavy sense of sorrow at this moment.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Luther remained silent, his bald head bowed.

A fierce, determined glint of wisdom flashed in his eyes.

This will be his last chance to survive.

They desperately researched Doomsday.