Lex Luthor's Monologue

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"The twists of fate are truly marvelous."

Not too long ago, Luthor was exiled by his father to an inconspicuous chemical factory within the company, seemingly thoroughly disappointed in his son, who had always been known as a playboy in high society.

In the blink of an eye, his father died in a car accident, and he became the helm of the Luthor Corp.

On the surface, Lionel Luthor had only one son, and only he was the proper heir of the business empire. However, Luthor knew that his cunning and insidious father had a hidden card up his sleeve.

Lionel Luthor had another illegitimate son, raised well and living with his mother, and believed he had hidden his illegitimate child well.

But Luthor was not as simple as the rich arrogant heir as he appeared to the outside world.

When he was younger, he wanted to gain his indifferent father's attention by doing many things, which gradually earned him the reputation of a playboy.

"To prevent the hyenas from smelling the scent of blood and coming to share what should have been my empire, I have to take action first."

Behind his office desk, Luthor's eyes were as cold as ice that would not melt for hundreds of years, mixed with complexity, muttering softly.

"If you want to achieve something, you must cast aside your emotions. This is what you taught me, father. You shouldn't blame me."

That illegitimate child was the result of his father's betrayal of his deceased mother while she was pregnant, born to another woman.

After confirming that his father had indeed died, he calmly made a phone call in the hospital room in front of the corpse and sent that mother and son to the underworld together overnight.

The reflection of the screen cast shadows on his face.

Luthor still remembered the evaluation he received from the school psychologist, hired by the school that was so expensive that its annual tuition alone could bankrupt a middle-class family, after committing numerous bad acts during his school days, even though he couldn't cheat any further on his already perfect report card.

"Well, Lex Luthor, a truant student who cheats on his perfect report card. It's quite clear that you're a genius. But you've shown some worrying symptoms."

The psychologist, with graying hair and reading glasses, who had treated Nobel laureates and the first man on the moon, furrowed his brow as he assessed him that afternoon, an evaluation he hadn't forgotten to this day.

"Various compulsive behaviors, social and emotional cognitive difficulties, significant moral deficits..."

"At an early age, your authoritarian parents insulted, rejected, and denied you, damaging your self-esteem, along with a severe lack of care, leading to a severe malignant narcissism."

"At this rate, from my professional perspective, you will eventually become an antisocial individual, a mentally deranged narcissist, a cold-blooded animal.

What's most dangerous is that your genius combined with your immense wealth could make you one of the most dangerous people in the world..."

Bang!

Before that well-acclaimed and renowned psychologist in academia could finish what was considered authoritative by the public, the young and unruly Lex immediately jumped up from his chair and punched the old man hard.

"Sir, do you think you can read people's psychology after observing them a few times and predict their life path? Then you didn't expect this punch!"

The trembling old man could only treat others with false teeth from then on.

With a sky-high compensation fee and his father having to visit the school to apologize for his incompetent playboy son, using his connections to suppress the matter, Luthor finally managed to suppress the matter.

"It's really immature."

People always laugh at their past selves, and Luthor shook his head as he recalled the past.

If it were the person he is today, he wouldn't have been the least bit shaken by that old man's words.

"Great figures in world history never care about the words of ordinary people."

His eyes revealed ruthless ambition.

"Some people are born to be ruled by others. And some are born to rule over others!"

There is no lamb's cry in the lion's perspective.

"I don't know if I'll become the most dangerous person on this planet, but I will certainly become the most powerful person on this planet!"

Luthor's gaze was filled with arrogance as he pressed a key.

Click!

The video paused, and the super high-definition footage, slowed down a thousand times, froze in one scene.

From a height of several tens of meters, a figure was falling, but a strong and powerful young hand managed to grab him by the clothes, and the huge inertia didn't even tear the clothing apart.

This defied the laws of physics.

"What kind of fabric can withstand this kind of force?"

Thinking back to one of the many suspicious points he had discovered about this Superman, Luthor scrolled through the computer's archives before checking something.

"A different ability? Can it be used to protect one's own clothes and extend to protect others?"

Seems like some kind of strange force field?

Next, another crystal-clear high-definition image was pulled up.

A tall young man wearing a blue T-shirt exuded a powerful aura, pointing his finger while angrily scolding and warning people through the camera.

"The furious expression is genuine, and the gesture of warning is strong and powerful.

But after zooming in on those blue eyes, don't they seem a bit arrogant and lifeless?"

Combined with some previous footage of this person captured by various cameras.

"If his parents hadn't taught him that it's polite to face someone when talking to them, then there must be something wrong with his eyes."

"Possessing unimaginable abilities, saving people, and fighting crime all over this city, thinking of himself as a hero?"

With his fingers intertwined and his chin resting on them, Luthor stared at the screen in deep thought, a sneer on his lips.

A plan to capture the creature called Superman quickly took shape in his brilliant and evil mind.

"Whether you're a product of a meteorite or something else, it will become clear soon."

The meteor shower in the town of Smallville had brought about a series of strange events.

When he lost the Wishing Stone and discovered that he had made a wish without realizing it, he wanted to continue his research into the meteorites in that small town.

But he found that all the meteorites had disappeared.

"Not only that, but all the meteorite samples that were previously collected for research from around the world also vanished overnight."

He lost his memory and the Wishing Stone in Smallville, and then someone used the Wishing Stone to make the meteorites disappear.

Why? Don't want someone like you to appear again?

Luthor's gaze flickered.

The meteorites were gone, but those who had been affected by the meteorites were still there. Under the pretext of helping to treat them, he had established a biological laboratory to study these genetically mutated meteorite people.

"But none of them is as powerful as this guy. His strength surpasses a locomotive, his speed faster than sound, and his body is invulnerable."

A unique specimen!

It seemed like the meteorite had triggered the most intense reaction in him?

"There's another possibility..."

Thinking of the information he had acquired by accident, Luthor leaned back slightly, his eyes deep.

Over a decade ago, when the meteor shower visited an unremarkable town on Earth, there was an unfortunate guy in the town who was spraying pesticides in his employer's fields with an agricultural plane.

When the meteor shower arrived, he was so frightened that he hastily descended to avoid it, narrowly escaping death, and caught a glimpse of something else at the center of the meteor shower.

"It was a spaceship!"

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