Justice League Collapse Plan

"Boss, you're back?"

As Russell passed through the living room with a little notebook in hand, he heard Catwoman Selina's voice. Turning his head, he found her sprawled on the sofa, petting a cat, watching TV, and eating snacks all at once—utterly content.

He looked down at the notebook. The first line read: Stew the cat. The words were enlarged, bolded, and circled in red ink to make sure he would not forget them if his mind wandered.

"Selina, why are you here? I remember your room is downstairs."

"Ah, I ran out of snacks in my room."

Hearing that perfectly matter-of-fact reply, Russell's face went long. He had already given Selina a chance, but she had not known how to cherish it. He silently instructed the system to use a card draw and successfully pulled the Sword of Vulcan.

Sword of Vulcan (A sharp sword capable of cutting at the subatomic level, with an added flame-burning effect.)

Clang!

The two cats on the sofa instantly bristled, leaping three feet into the air.

Seeing Russell wield the sword as if he were sharpening a knife for pigs and sheep, Selina hurriedly hugged the Egyptian Cat in front of herself and asked, "Boss, what happened?"

"There's a useless cat in this house that does nothing but eat, drink, and play. I've kept it for so long. It's time to toss it into the pot and stew it." As Russell spoke, he examined the Sword of Vulcan in his hand.

The long sword had a classical yet elegant design. Hephaestus had forged it from Divine Steel mixed with other magical metals. Its blade was harder than any metal in the world, and its edge sharper than any other blade.

Of course, that was how things were described on Mount Olympus.