"I knew this would happen."
When they saw Luthor, Su Ming and Bobo sighed in unison. Luthor's dream really had been obvious enough to guess with their toes.
Lex Luthor, who called himself the smartest man on Earth, should have been more than capable of breaking free from this false world himself and joining Deathstroke in victory within the Main World's reflection in the Omega Universe.
The only reason he had been trapped was—
"Go polish my shoes."
In the top-floor office of LexCorp, Luthor lounged on the sofa in the manner of some idle rich landlord. No, he actually was an idle rich landlord. In any case, he lay there in an exceptionally lazy pose, ordering Clark, dressed like a male secretary, around.
"Certainly, Lex." Clark smiled with honest simplicity and presented the coffee in his hands. "Try the coffee I made for you. It's just the right temperature. Following your instructions, I specifically used coffee beans from Nepal."
Yet Luthor took a small sip, immediately spat it out with a puff, then tossed the cup aside as though he were deliberately picking a fight. Rising to his feet, he kicked Clark.
"It's this hot?! Are you trying to murder me?! Go make another cup, and clean the carpet while you're at it."
"I'm sorry, Lex. I was wrong." Clark immediately burst into tears. He dropped to his knees and hugged Luthor's leg. "Please don't fire me. I can't lose the chance to work by your side. You're the one who made me."
Luthor suddenly threw back his head and laughed. "Hahahahahahaha!"
His laughter echoed through the office, brimming with satisfaction and pride. The only thing missing was a skintight suit and a little whip for spanking some Kryptonian ass.
That was right. What trapped Luthor was neither wealth