As Deathstroke and the others ate and prepared to depart, somewhere on Earth.
Luthor, who had vanished from public view after self-destructing, had received a new body from Perpetua—a stronger, more intelligent body.
Aside from being paler and possessing eight-pack abs, the body was still "brilliantly bald." At that moment, in the Fortress of Doom's information room, Luthor was busy operating a console in search of something, eerie green light flickering across his bald head.
Click.
Accompanied by the mechanical sound of the door moving, Brainiac walked in. As Luthor's longtime ally, the green artificial intelligence was currently in charge of all electronic equipment within the Fortress of Doom.
"Luthor, you have already sent out all the sparks. You even devoured Martian Manhunter. You should not be wasting your energy exploring space. Our battlefield is Earth in the Main Universe."
"There is still one left." Without turning around, Luthor manipulated the virtual projection, which was covered in densely packed star charts.
Brainiac folded his arms and walked to his side, raising his head to read the information on the chart. "This again? Have you still not cast off humanity's inferior emotions? I have told you many times: Darkseid is dead. When the Source Wall exploded, all the New Gods were wiped out by our Goddess. He is no longer a variable."
Luthor lowered his head and looked at his gray palm. He had given up his human identity in exchange for his current power and position. Facing his teammate's green face, he replied, "Darkseid will always be a variable, Brainiac. If anyone can ruin my plan today, it is him."
Brainiac was unconcerned. Geniuses like himself and Luthor had formed an alliance; if intelligence could be added together, that would make them a twelfth-level intellect. Not to mention the powerful