So That Was It

Ba Di's expression shifted from stunned silence to solemnity in an instant.

When Ba Di loses his smile and his face becomes solemn, he exudes immense pressure. Standing before him is like seeing a mountain getting closer and closer; you look up but can't see the summit, only feel yourself being buried by the soil at the foot of the mountain as it gradually moves closer.

This was almost a kind of mental and physical intimidation, making people feel immense pressure and dare not easily smile in his presence.

When Little Luther saw that Ba Di's expression had turned serious, he immediately felt a heavy weight in his heart.

The entire space seemed to be filled with pressure, making his breathing slow and hesitant, and his heart pounded in his chest.

"You can leave now. From now on, no one is allowed to enter this computer room without my order. As for any researchers who try to escape, just bring them down to the Negative First Floor the Underground Laboratory," Ba Di said expressionlessly, his tone flat and without any change.

Little Luther didn't know why Ba Di was so indifferent and cold when he heard the name Death Knell; he even felt a sense of oppressive tension, as if a storm was brewing.

He left the server room and did what Ba Di had told him to do.

Ba Di didn't become solemn because of the name Death Knell; he was familiar with the name, and he wasn't surprised Death Knell its appearance at this time.

Even if Death Knell's true form were Colonel Slade, it wouldn't surprise Ba Di.

What truly made Ba Di's face turn serious and his mind take things seriously was that he felt far too safe in the current environment.

Everything went too smoothly, and everything seemed too natural.

He knew, of course, that power could not rule everything, so he became the god of the Suicide Slum, bringing them hope, direction, and a path forward.

Sam Lane travels to the Ston Town in search of clues to bring down General Vick.

General Vick is preparing all the powerful weapons in the Southern Suburbs of Metropolis, with the aim of completely killing Ba Di.

Things seemed unremarkable, as calm as a ripple on a puddle.

Ba Di was unaware of their actions.

But does all of this have nothing to do with Ba Di?

In fact, the central point of all this revolves around Ba Di.

The discussion revolves around Ba Di's alien identity.

From the moment Ba Di learned that Death Knell was looking for him, he knew it.

His alien identity was not exposed. He even developed his brain to an extremely high level of computing speed and intelligence through sun exposure, and he already knew the truth.

Death Knell is Colonel Slade.

Similarly, his transformation into Death Knell wouldn't have been possible without the help of a truly genius-level biological expert, and that person could only be Jenny.

"Oh..."

Ba Di suddenly chuckled, his expressionless face blank, and began to support his left hand with his right, rubbing his thumb against the palm of his left hand.

His figure stood like a stone monument, his eyes deep in thought. Under the bright lights, he resembled a contemplative figure, a Greece white jade sculpture, exuding extraordinary charm.

The character of Death Knell is irrelevant.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Most importantly, the sudden appearance of the Death Knell gives one the confidence to find oneself.

Does that mean that General Vick still hasn't reported his alien identity, so the entire American Upper Class are unaware of his alien identity?

Ba Di doesn't believe that the entire American Upper Class would actually allow him to live and cause trouble in the Metropolis.

Even if people are different in skin color or race, they will fight to the death and curse each other to the death, wishing that their own race was the only one in the world.

They are proud of their own race and skin color, and wish that all other races in the world were inferior and inferior to them.

In past wars, there have been far too many wars that resulted in genocide based on race or skin color, so many that they are impossible to count, and the more you count, the more brutal they become.

Moreover, Ba Di is not even human; he is an alien in human form with power approaching that of a god.

Is it possible for humanity to accept me?

This is impossible.

All humans, especially those in the upper echelons, would use themselves as a subject of study, just like General Vick. General Vick is a typical ambitious person who wants to control and also desires the power of the Ba Di.

But now only Death Knell has come. What does that mean? It means that General Vick's ambition still prevents him from reporting his alien identity to the American Upper Class.

He still wanted to keep it all to himself.

"This is wonderful."

Ba Di's thoughtful eyes flashed, and suddenly he lightly pressed his right thumb against the palm of his left hand.

He has been making a high-profile appearance in Gotham and Metropolis, his actions practically screaming, "I'm here."

He just wanted to see their attitude.

Ba Di had considered many scenarios, but he never expected that he would encounter an optimal situation.

Whenever he checks into a hotel, he always chooses the top floor, stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazes at the starry sky.

Whenever he looked up at the sun, his pupils would pierce through the blue sky and clouds, listening to the sounds from all directions and pondering countless thoughts.

He stood atop the Tower of Babel, his head held high, the sunlight casting his shadow as if a god had descended.

You thought he just wanted to stand on high, bathed in sunlight, and say something like a god or a demon.

In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who reigns supreme.

No, that's not the case.

He was looking at nuclear bombs, wondering if they would fall on his head—the only Sword of Damocles that humanity had created that could kill him in the present day.

He didn't skimp on anyone, being both cautious and bold.

From cautious to strict.

Since arriving in Gotham, I haven't slept once in nearly three months.

Even with my eyes closed, my gaze still Penetrating Sight into the distance, and I never stop looking up at the sky.

The moment he sees a nuclear bomb, he will instantly calculate its location in his mind and avoid the center. That way, even if he is affected, he will only be seriously injured and will still be able to bask in the sun in the future, with enough strength to rise again.

This caution extends to reacting to even the slightest rustling of grass or trees.

Because he wasn't really sure how much of his abilities General Vick knew.

In case General Vick still has backups of his body cells and research data.

If this were simultaneously supplied to the entire American Upper Class, it would trigger a massive earthquake.

Ba Di has never underestimated human intelligence; there are simply too many geniuses in this world.

If they knew that by gradually basking in the sun they had become invulnerable to bullets and blades, and even more so to nuclear bombs in the future, wouldn't they be tempted to kill themselves by using nuclear weapons?

The odds are extremely small, but they still cannot be ignored.

Because of Ba Di's existence, they didn't understand him, and they were afraid of understanding even a little bit. They imagined the fear and were terrified of Ba Di, wanting to kill him.

Of course, no one dared to do such a thing, not even to suggest it, because the Ba Di had always existed.

Therefore, Ba Di has been making high-profile appearances to test them.

What puzzled Ba Di even more was that no high-ranking officials in the city mobilized these resources, nor did they receive any information.

There was no contact from anyone in the upper echelons.

This made Ba Di suspicious, but also made him more cautious and bolder.

He didn't know until the Death Knell came.

General Vick still considered himself a shoo-in and kept his extraterrestrial identity a secret from other upper-class United States.

"This is wonderful."

Ba Di lowered his hands and smiled.

The later one learns of their alien identity, the less likely they are to be targeted. Even if it takes several years, it gives Ba Di enough time to prepare everything.

As for the future.

The future of humanity will naturally be in his hands.

The problem now is...

Eliminate those who know your identity.

Ba Di narrowed his eyes slightly and lightly patted the massive main unit with his hand.

"I was looking forward to seeing you, Hera, but it seems I'll have to wait a while."

Ba Di smiled, bid farewell to the host computer, and left.

The main unit is located on the fourteenth floor.

When Ba Di came out and walked into the corridor, it was already dusk outside.

The sunset glow refracted through the glass, casting a warm, dim, and quiet light on the corridor.

'Bang... Crash!'

The tranquil sunset was suddenly shattered as a green Military Dagger pierced through the glass.

With a smile, Ba Di reached out and caught the green Military Dagger with both hands.

How lucky, and how delightful! A tall figure suddenly appeared, standing on the windowsill, his two-tone mask exuding an invisible aura of menace, like a demon.

The dim glow of the sunset cast a shadow on his back, highlighting his tall, imposing, and menacing figure.

His shadow stretched long, covering Ba Di's entire body, and a ribbon fluttered behind him in the breeze.

"This dagger... once took my eyes."