Chapter 463: Those who were once great (First part)_1

The Gray Mist, a mysterious symbiote created by the God of Symbiotic Body, Nal. Initially, Schiller thought that this symbiote was possibly created by Nal to escape imprisonment.

But now it seems that the ability of this mysterious symbiote has far exceeded the range of helping Nal escape from prison.

However, Schiller can also imagine that when Nal created this special symbiote, he might have harbored more ambitions, such as a stronger body or wanting to transform his life form, elevating himself into a higher-level organism.

Schiller does not know what kind of life form is perfect in the eyes of a chaotic demon god like Nal, but now it seems that the Gray Mist is infinitely close to this standard.

What kind of life form is the most perfect?

This question is difficult to have a standard answer, but the reason why Schiller feels that the life form of Gray Mist is already very close to perfection is because it has more possibilities than any other life form. This way of living, which has almost no weaknesses, is not his end point but his starting point.

Since obtaining this symbiote, Schiller discovered several characteristics of the Gray Mist, the first is a repeater, the second is picky eating, the third is addiction to alcohol.

Leaving aside the first and third points, the Gray Mist is indeed picky. Ordinary people's brains cannot arouse his interest at all; he won't even glance at them. He is only interested in the brains of intelligent people like Bruce and Stark, or rather, not just intelligent people, but truly one-in-a-million geniuses.

Of course, this is just the diet of the Gray Mist during its infancy. At that time, it still retained some properties of ordinary symbiotes and was interested in some special substances produced in the brain, but later on, it became increasingly picky.

During the event of Nal serving the meal, the Gray Mist swallowed a lot of energy from Nal, and after that, it wasn't even interested in Stark's brain any longer, it thought about eating energy every day.

Because the first energy Gray Mist devoured was chaotic energy from the source of the cosmos, which seemed to make it even more selective, Schiller indeed has not heard it say it was hungry for a long time.

And this time, facing the Kryptonite, which seals this monster egg, the Gray Mist actually felt hungry again, which made Schiller somewhat puzzled. Do these Kryptonite pieces really have something special about them?

Perhaps there are clues to follow, because even Doomsday that is still in the egg is not that easy to deal with, yet the light emitted by these pieces of Kryptonite greatly suppressed its life activities.

"Are you sure you really want to eat it? This thing is radioactive, are you sure it won't give you a stomach ache?"

"No!" Gray Mist gulped in Schiller's mind.

"All right, then let's think about how to solve this egg and then dig out these pieces of Kryptonite for you to eat..."

"You can move it!"

"The problem is, where should it be moved to? If we throw it into the sun or a black hole, it might hatch prematurely. If moved to other safe places, without Kryptonite to suppress it, it might hatch soon..."

"Ring..." Gray Mist suddenly gave an answer that Schiller had not expected.

"Ring? What ring? Oh, you mean the ring you made before?"

Schiller quickly understood what Gray Mist meant and looked down at the gray ring on his hand.

When Schiller first chatted with Green Lantern, he replicated one of Green Lantern's abilities, but since the Green Lantern's power comes from the Green Lantern, the system cannot directly copy the Green Lantern, so it copied an ability of the Green Lantern Ring called "World within the Ring".

Many people's understanding of the Green Lantern may stay at more publicized abilities, like emitting green light, teleportation, shooting light waves, etc., but in fact, it is mentioned in the comics that there is an independent world inside Hal's Green Lantern Ring.

In the comics, Hal shrank his defeated opponents and digitized them into the world inside the Green Lantern Ring where they could survive indefinitely. Of course, Green Lantern Hal himself had been once trapped inside the ring.

Schiller remembered that when he first obtained the ability of the World within the Ring, he took a look at that world. After entering that world, he would appear on a Sky Island, and underneath was a vast city covered in fog, with even vague and giant monster shadows looming.

At that time, Schiller hadn't completely settled down in the Marvel and DC worlds. Therefore, exploring this World within the Ring was listed very late on his schedule, in simple terms, it was neglected.

With the existence of Gray Mist, Schiller doesn't need to use the World within the Ring for storage or transportation. Therefore, he hasn't thought about this feature for a long time. At this moment, Gray Mist says that this feature can be used to deal with the monster egg, this indeed enlightens Schiller.

He stands in the center of the platform, looking at the huge monster egg, deep in thought.

He thinks, in the comics, Hal uses the energy of the Green Lantern to infinitely shrink the opponent, then imprisons them in a force field made of will, and then uses a process similar to transcoding to put the opponent into the Green Lantern's World within the Ring.

But after all, what Schiller has is not the Green Lantern Ring. It might be difficult to completely replicate the process of Green Lantern tossing people into the World within the Ring, and how to do it, practice is necessary for genuine knowledge.

Seeing Schiller head towards the monster egg, both Lex and Bruce stopped their exploratory work and approached him. Bruce walked over, looked at Schiller, and asked, "Do you have a solution yet?"

"I have some ideas, but whether they will succeed, we need to experiment. I suggest you leave here."

Schiller glanced at Clark. Clark had already exited the cave, waiting outside on the corridor because he had grown too weak. Staying inside any longer, he was afraid he would faint.

Bruce remained silent, as did Lex, Shearer continued, "It's not that I don't want you to witness this process, but because, I'm not fully confident, and yet you all are just ordinary people..."

"Once something goes wrong in the process of the experiment, such as the monster hatching prematurely, or the sudden outburst of kryptonite radiation, you both may find yourself dead here..."

Bruce opened his mouth slightly, not seeming to resist Shearer's intent to have them leave. He looked Shearer up and down, then paused, before inspecting Shearer all over again. This scrutiny made Shearer feel a bit uncomfortable.

Just as Shearer was about to ask what was it that Bruce was staring at, Bruce voiced his thought hesitantly, "…are you having anxiety?"

"I…" Shearer was stunned by his question.

"You look somewhat different than usual."

"How so?"

Bruce pursed his lips saying, "If it was the usual case, by the moment of my hesitation, you would already start throwing out topics like psychological examination grades, internship opportunities, next semester's homework, home visits to Wayne Manor, Alfred, Aisha, Dick and so forth, as threats..."

Head bowed, Shearer muttered to himself, "Am... am I a devil?"

"Well, okay, okay..." Shearer put his hand out, addressing Lex and Bruce, "The method I have conceived involves magic, thus it is not within your area of expertise, but I can explain to you the basic principles"

"In short, I possess a special space, an independent world, I intend to move this egg into it. This way, even if it hatches, it shouldn't pose a threat to the real world."

Bruce and Lex exchanged glances, then gave each other a subtle sign before they turned and started walking out.

Assisting Clark, Bruce retreated from the underground cavity along with Lex, back to the main hall. Lex turned to Bruce saying, "I know you've left miniature cameras all along your path, but here is Metropolis, it's my turf…"

"But we can talk," Bruce uncommonly began to show patience, perhaps simply out of respect for Lex's intellect, he was willing to explain to someone as smart as him.

As for Clark, having left the underground hollow that was filled with kryptonite radiation, he finally started to feel better. However, the hall's walls were still lined with kryptonite, even including the exit hallway.

Being weak for so long had made Clark feel extremely uncomfortable. Right now, all he wanted to do was get away from this place. Moreover, the technical talks between Bruce and Lex, he didn't really understand it and had no interest either. So, he decided to wait above ground until after Professor Shearer dealt with the egg, then figure out a way to handle the radiation underground.

Thus, he began to move towards the exit. Bruce and Lex were engrossed in the critical part of their negotiation and didn't notice him. Dragging his weak body, Clark made his way into the cellar.

In the cellar, the radiation wasn't as severe as before, hence Clark recovered some strength. Though still weak, he was now able to use his abilities.

This slightly improved his mood, so standing by the cellar exit, he pushed open the door and took off on the spot.

The moment he ascended into the air, he heard gunshots whizzing through the air. Immediately after, numerous agents surged out from the surrounding bushes, bullets dumping onto the cellar door as if money was not an issue.

From the agents' point of view, once the cellar door opened, everyone adjusted their line of sight and aimed their guns at the door, ready to shoot instantly if someone appeared.

Ordinary people would have needed to climb a ladder to leave the cellar, emerging slowly. A few bullets would have taken their lives right away.

Clark was different, he flew out directly, and quickly at that. The agents barely caught a glimpse of a figure darting out, their instinctive reactions caused them to open fire, but by then Clark had already flown several meters into the air.

Clark was first taken aback, then a boundless fury consumed him. Superman represents justice and kindness, not the absence of temper.

To save people from a fire, he was trapped here, then was senselessly attacked by a troop of agents. After their brawl, he returned to his room, and fell asleep only to have a terribly distressing nightmare. Even if Clark had a good temper, his patience was completely used up.

Watching all this from the building's sixth floor window were Alfred and Kira, both frowning.

Alfred was fully confident, that Bruce would definitely not fall into a trap as simple as that. To be honest, the firepower of these agents was not even as severe as the daily gang gunfights on Gotham's Elizabeth Street.

Not to mention Batman, who dares to uphold justice in the night of Gotham, even ordinary people in Gotham could dodge this kind of firepower. Otherwise, they would have died countless times already.

However, Bruce's method to solve the problem left Alfred perplexed—where did this flying man come from?

Right at that moment, they saw the bullets from the agents all frozen in mid-air.

Immediately after, an unstoppable circular air wave rippled out from Clark, pushing everything in the vicinity outwards.

From the downed agents' point of view, Clark rocketed into the sky, emerging through the snow as if God had descended.