mtl008 Chapter 3921 MU Superbody Major Event (1)
Chapter 3921 MU Superbody Major Event (1)
Chapter 3921 MU: The Superbody Incident (Part 1)
"Oh my God! Beetroot has dropped another 12 cents? Brainiac! Brainiac!!!"
A loud roar came from the farm's barn. A strong figure wearing a straw hat and gloves emerged from the shadows of the barn door, walked to the side of the tractor, opened the door, and yelled into the radio on the right side of the steering wheel, "Brainiac, are you listening? Beetroots really can't fall any lower!"
“Clark,” another voice came from the barn, “Stop shouting. We have to get all the grain from these two barns to the threshing plant today, or we’ll be out of the running.”
“But beets are so cheap. If we sell them at today’s market price, we’ll lose money.” The young man sighed deeply. “I should have known better than to plant so many. I should have listened to my dad.”
Another figure emerged from the barn, shirtless. His skin was pale gray, the Superman symbol on his chest was a faint scar on his skin, and his black hair was tied up with a rather comical cartoon flower hair clip. Then a dog flew through the air, carrying his shirt in its mouth, and followed him out.
“Clark! Hale! Uncle Kent is calling you home for dinner!” Another figure streaked across the sky, her blonde hair more dazzling than the sunlight. She paused in mid-air, then slowly descended, saying, “This afternoon we still need to collect the dried tomatoes to make sauce, and harvest the cabbages on those two acres to the east. Hurry up!”
The dog tossed the clothes to Hale and pounced on the girl flying towards it. Clark quickly shouted, "Come back! Krypton! Sorry, Kara, it's just a little too energetic..."
"Oh, it's so cute." Kara ruffled the dog's head and said, "It's a pity it's the busy farming season right now, otherwise I could play frisbee with you all afternoon, you throw and I catch, or I throw and you catch."
Clark walked over, took Little Krypton from her, and said, "Have you been helping Mom the whole time? What's for lunch today?"
"Yes, we picked some fresh chickpeas, and today's main dish is hummus seasoned with green peppers. We also opened the cheese we made earlier, so we'll have a cheese platter today. The ham is ready to be harvested, and we also made two kinds of sandwiches with some freshly picked lettuce from the field. I picked out two great pumpkins and made a soup..."
On the vast plains of Kansas during harvest season, the long autumn is like a poem composed of wheat fields, honey, and sunflower seeds, echoing along the ridges swept by the westerly wind. The three people and their dog slowly flew back until they saw Martha standing at the door, carrying a bread basket to greet them.
Martha placed the bread basket on top of the mailbox and then gave each of them a hug. The smiling lady looked even smaller next to the two strong figures. Carla went over and took her arm, walking through the shade of the mesquito tree. The dining room was filled with the aroma of ham.
Upon seeing the figure leaning haphazardly against the sofa, Clark stopped in his tracks. The other person seemed to sense his arrival, turning around to reveal blue eyes that, in the dappled light filtering through the window grilles, resembled exquisitely crafted sapphires.
"Hey Clark. I just got here. How's the harvest going?"
“Not bad.” Clark walked over, grabbed Bruce’s shoulder to straighten him up, then sat down next to him and said, “What brings you here? Weren’t you working on the new phone?”
“Brainiac thought my research was pointless and then threw me into an agricultural machinery manufacturing lab. I invented a better machine for harvesting sugar beets, and Kansas happens to be a sugar beet state. I heard you also grow several acres of sugar beets, so I came to take a look.”
“Good heavens, no wonder Brainiac lowered the minimum price for beets again. So other places have already started large-scale harvesting?” Clark nudged Bruce with his elbow and said, “You have such good machines and you didn’t let your buddy use them first. I really misjudged you.”
"Stop joking. Your family runs a multi-species farm, growing everything, but not much of anything. If we're ranking by yield, you won't even get a turn next month. I only brought you a set of experimental equipment because we're buddies. We can try it out this afternoon."
“You’re amazing.” Clark put his arm around his shoulder and said happily, “I thought the experimental field had botched again this year, but I didn’t expect there to be a turnaround. This is really great. You know what? Apart from the broccoli we planted that year, the Kent Farm experimental field has been losing money for several years in a row.”
"I told you growing broccoli was a good idea. Of course, too many people are growing it lately, and the price has been adjusted six times in a week. On my way here, I heard a lot of farmers cursing."
"When have they not been hurling insults? It's all just pointless complaining. At least Brainiac has stabilized winter wheat prices, and corn prices are decent too, though my family doesn't grow much. Come on, let's go eat first. You've come at a good time; there's fresh bacon and ham..."
As they walked to the dining table, they overheard Mrs. Kent saying to Kara, "Ever since that Earth butler arrived, running a farm has become like a video game. Your uncle bought a phone specifically to refresh agricultural product prices; if you can catch the peak days and ship the produce, you can make a lot more money. Of course, the best part is the door-to-door pickup service; I've never seen so many airplanes in my life..."
Just as he finished speaking, a roar came from afar, and a huge hovercargo ship came to a stop in an open wheat field. Mr. Kent's car quickly appeared around the transport ship, and many huge transport robots began to move towards the barn under his command.
“Oh, is that a transport ship that was discarded from the previous war?” Kara said, looking out the window. “Looking at it this way, it’s quite big. It should be able to carry a lot of things at once.”
"Of course. In the past, the grain that would take a dozen or so truck trips would only fill one transport unit. The grain from several surrounding farms was all loaded in one go. It seems we can sell the last batch of threshed wheat today, and the rest can be stored for our own consumption."
After a while, Mr. Kent, beaming, walked in, waving his arms vigorously, clearly pleased with his harvest. He began to talk at length about how he had capitalized on the day wheat prices were high, and then went on to discuss Brainiac's grain strategy.
Few people at the dinner table were really listening to him. Clark whispered to Bruce, "I heard from other Supermen that Nite Owl is looking for you."
Bruce took a bite of his sandwich, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment because of the aroma of the ham, and then said, "Yes, but I'm avoiding him."
Why is he looking for you, and why are you avoiding him?
"He wants to find me because he's a loser, and I'm avoiding him because he's a loser too." Bruce rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly, then said, "His universe is in complete chaos, and he actually expects me to clean up his mess? He's dreaming!"
"What exactly happened?" Clark asked with great interest.
"Their Justice League... uh, I mean the opposite of Justice League. You know, a lot of things in their universe are reversed, right? Anyway, the Evil League had an internal conflict, and Night Owl was outnumbered and almost got killed by Evil Superman and Evil Wonder Woman."
Why is this happening? Shouldn't they be birds of a feather?
“That’s a long story,” Bruce said, stirring his soup. “You remember that magic school we went to?”
Clark nodded and said, "Of course, I heard he got beaten up pretty badly by another Batman."
"Yes, but he did learn something, though he might not have learned it correctly, which was the trigger for that cosmic chaos."
What do you mean by "not quite right"?
Do you know what the essence of magic is?
"Imagination?"
“We’re very close.” Bruce took another sandwich from Martha’s hand and said, “You need energy to unleash your imagination, so we need to get some energy first.”
"how to do?"
"Rob."
Clark was speechless for a moment at this blunt answer. Bruce continued, "Of course, the more civilized way is to borrow, but if you can borrow, you can't not return it. Since you have no intention of returning it, you might as well just rob it."
“That makes sense, but you’re saying that what Night Owl learned is wrong.”
Bruce nodded, then laughed gleefully as if he'd just realized something, before choking on his food. Martha quickly patted his back, then glared at her son, signaling him to keep quiet while eating.
No one at the table dared to offend the lady; they all finished their meals in silence and walked out into the sunset. Clark had just stepped outside when he saw the tractor parts Bruce had placed near the warehouse entrance not far away—it seemed to be the machine he'd mentioned for harvesting sugar beets.
So Clark got behind the tractor—the once gleaming, brand-new Lamborghini tractor, now showing some signs of age, but still imposing and powerful. Clark was now quite adept at maneuvering this high-end import. He first manually connected the parts, then got in and started the engine.
Bruce was also in the car, and the two of them drove leisurely towards the test field. The setting sun bathed the entire plain in a rich orange-red light, making them feel as if they were soaking in a bottle of "California Sunset" sparkling wine.
“Night Owl has definitely been fooled. He thinks the key to magic is to master the techniques and achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of energy. So he devoted himself to studying those profound black magic techniques and even locked Constantine up.”
"Let him do his research, what, does that superman from some other universe not want him to do it?"
"If he had just been doing his research on his own, that would have been one thing, but magic is dangerous, especially the magic we use here. He didn't even understand the situation before daring to conduct those complex and difficult black magic experiments, and of course, the result was 'bang'."
Clark seemed to have thought of something as well, and smiled with pursed lips, saying, "He wouldn't have blown up his own people, would he?"
"Pretty much, they were just unlucky. Night Owl used some kind of magic that corroded the space of their base, and those guys fell into the void. They only managed to get back through the Battle Realm, and everyone was seriously injured. Night Owl didn't realize his mistake at all, got into an argument with them, and left the team in a fit of anger."
"So that's how it is. Well, he deserved it. So that's why they're hunting him down?"
“Not entirely, there are others who deserved it even more.” Bruce chuckled again. “Night Owl isn’t the kind of person who would swallow his anger. He was kicked out of the team like that, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. Since he couldn’t beat the others head-on, he came up with some dirty tricks and used the dark magic he had learned to trick that universe’s Superman.”
"Scammed? How so?"
"I don't know for sure, but he used a curse spell that weakened the Superman in that universe. To lift the curse, the other members of that evil alliance teamed up to hunt him down, but he's hiding very well and hasn't been discovered yet."
"But hiding like this isn't a good solution, is it?"
"Of course, that's why he came to me."