Watching the man covered in gold jewelry turn and leave to fetch the advanced equipment, Su Ming let out a sigh of relief.
Ozymandias truly was a master, astonishingly talented in both intellect and technology.
Now that the entire world had forgotten Superman existed, yet he had not, was enough to prove that he had completely resisted Blank's methods. No wonder he was the man who had defeated Doctor Manhattan.
But someone like him, after arriving on Earth-0, had merely quietly holed up in an underground place where daylight never reached. Who knew what feelings he had been carrying as he lived there?
Back in the Watchmen Universe, Ozymandias's business empire had been far greater than Luthor's on present-day Earth-0. His lifestyle might not have been extravagance incarnate, but it was still beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Every decoration and piece of furniture in his office had to be gold; even the spaceship he built himself needed a substantial amount of gold; the machine he created to travel through different Parallel Worlds likewise could not do without gold embellishments.
Because Ozymandias believed that no matter how strong or durable another metal was, if it was not alloyed with some gold, it was unworthy of his status.
Luthor had the same sort of quirk, except the bald man merely mixed Kryptonite powder into every piece of equipment he made. Artificial Kryptonite was expensive, but it was still far inferior to gold, a precious metal.
Those little habits represented their pride. Smart people were especially proud, and Ozymandias's arrogance was no less than Luthor's.
Yet even someone like that could now resign himself to an ordinary life. One could only imagine how difficult that was. Even living in the Catacombs, keeping company with mummies belonging to who knew whom, he still