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Chapter 356 Romantic Progress

Chapter 356 Romantic Progress

Perhaps it was the progress of the relationship between Clark and Lana that spurred the third princess to become increasingly bold during this period, but Rune remained prudent and never crossed the line.

It means sleeping in the same bed together, and occasionally kissing or something.

But Lana and Clark's progress is a bit alarming; both are in puberty, a time when hormones are raging. Fun fact: they live in Kansas, where the legal age of consent is 16.

Rune reasonably suspected that if it weren't for his own super perception, Clark might have brought Lana to his house.

10

"Hey! Rune, Raven, come see what I've invented!"

Clark's shout came from the living room. Rune came downstairs curiously, holding a pair of glasses in his hand, with Raven following closely behind.

After seeing the two of them come down, Clark happily picked up the glasses in his hand, "Look, it's just a pair of glasses, but in my hands, it's more than just glasses!"

Rune looked at the glasses and muttered to himself: Wait, could this be—

"Watch closely!" Clark said with a smile as he put his glasses on. To Rune and Raven's surprise, the familiar Clark had vanished, and a strange nerd appeared in front of them.

His shoulders were hunched, his back was stooped, his jawline was softer, and his eyes were slightly narrowed. He didn't look like a superhero trainee trained by Steve at all; instead, he looked more like a corporate slave exploited by society.

Even though he already knew Clark had this ability, Rune still exclaimed, "Amazing."

After all, when Rune saw Clark transform from Superman into a reporter in comics or anime, he just thought everyone else was incredibly stupid, unable to even notice the change in glasses.

But after actually witnessing Clark's "transformation," he realized that it wasn't just about wearing a pair of glasses.

It's amazing that such a small thing can hide the sun behind thick clouds.

Raven opened its little mouth in surprise; Clark's transformation was truly astonishing.

"How was it? Pretty impressive, huh?" Clark asked with a smile, and Rune nodded.

Perhaps he himself also needs to create a sufficiently useful disguise, which is incredibly easy for a mage, especially one proficient in the magic of polymorph.

If Rune wanted, he could easily become an alien like the Shark King or the Crocodile Man, but there's absolutely no need for that.

"Just a slight change in demeanor and appearance, plus a pair of glasses—ta-da!" Clark said with a smile, "and I become a completely different person! That way, even if I go out to rescue people, no one will recognize me—."

"You also need to make sure you're not being tracked," Rune reminded Clark. "While your speed is enough to outrun most pursuers, the signal transmitter might not be."

Batman loves to plant signal transmitters in people's clothes or cars. Putting them on heroes or villains' clothes or cars is just a piece of cake. Adding them to food so that they eat them without knowing it is a routine operation.

As for marking the other party with harmless radioactive isotopes and injecting signal transmitters directly into the body when treating the other party, these are commonplace occurrences. Therefore, Rune's words at most meant to make Clark pay attention to the signal transmitters of certain villains.

As for preventing Batman?

Rune advised those who thought this way to simply give up.

Clark nodded in agreement. He thought Rune's words made a lot of sense. After Lana was injured, Clark's personality changed. His rebellious nature seemed to have disappeared overnight, and he had become much more composed.

In terms of personality alone, he was already very close to the future beacon of hope.

Although Clark sometimes takes Lana along to deal with Terminators, this is generally not Clark's idea. In addition, Clark has written a novel about his story with Rune in The Boys and sent it to a magazine, where it is currently being reviewed.

Even the Kents felt that Clark had matured considerably and become reassuring.

"By the way, although I don't want to say much, don't you think you've forgotten something lately?" Rune reminded him in a low voice.

Clark blinked, then immediately slapped his forehead.

"Luther!"

During this time, in addition to cleaning up Terminators, saving ordinary people, and transporting Compound V, Clark was also dating Lana and struggling with math and other subjects. Peter Ross, who was in the same class as him, was ostracized, not to mention Luthor.

If possible, Rune wouldn't mind if Clark and Luther got along well. This bald guy was practically the smartest guy on Earth, and his ambiguous stance made it difficult for Rune to decide whether to kill him.

After all, as long as Luther is alive, at least the race represented by the word "human" will continue, especially when facing the Forsaken in the universe. This bald man is definitely a figure who can change the course of the battle.

But Luther is too good at causing trouble. In other worlds, he often manages to organize a wave of supervillains to oppose the Justice League, and this bald guy's intelligence is enough to support him in his battle of wits with Batman.

The best solution Rune could think of was to go to the Flashpoint world and bring over a good loser to replace this loser.

If only the next world were Flashpoint.

Clark immediately went to Luther, hoping to rekindle their relationship, but unfortunately, he was turned away.

"Please leave." The security guard at the door shook his head at Clark. "He doesn't want to see you right now."

"But!" Clark tried to say something, but in the end, all he could say was, "But we're friends—"

This statement was completely unconvincing. He sat on a bench in the street and waited for a long time before finally leaving.

"Perhaps I really have lost a friend," Clark thought dejectedly, having walked for a long time without even using his superpowers to get home.

At the top of the building, Lionel Luther whispered, "Your so-called friend hasn't come looking for you yet—"

"No!" Lex Luthor interrupted his father, "Clark is mine—"

Snapped!

Lionel Luther slapped his son hard across the face. "He's not your friend anymore!"

Lex Luthor was slapped to the ground, tears welling in his eyes.

"Everything in this world is measured in terms of profit, my son," Lionel said softly. "Whether it's power or affection, you can get it as long as there are enough bargaining chips."

"This naturally includes what we call friendship. The reason Clark hasn't come to you isn't because you're not good enough, but simply because all you've spent on this friendship is a car; it's only worth a few years of friendship—"

Lex Luthor remained silent.

"I know what you want to ask, but Clark saved you only because you were in a luxury car at the time, do you understand?" Lionel helped his son up and gently wiped away his tears. "Because he believed that saving you might bring him a hefty reward, didn't he?"

Lex Luthor finally nodded slowly.

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