Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 5555 - 4581: Day of Absolute Light (Part 1)

Chapter 5555: Chapter 4581: Day of Absolute Light (Part 1)

Seven days before the sun goes out.

Ron sat in the Justice League headquarters conference room. He arrived at half past seven, but now it’s nine o’clock, and he’s still the only one here. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that he volunteered to come so early, but Billy’s school time is longer than Justice League’s work hours, so he has to get up early to send the kid to school.

Ron yawned and threw another Oreo into his mouth. After spending so much time with the Justice League, he too had gotten a bit lazy, thinking about taking a nap in the lounge after the meeting.

People trickled in only at nine-thirty, greeting each other with yawns like "good morning" and "morning." Only the relatively diligent Diana went to the lounge to make coffee for them; the others offered a "thanks for your hard work" without lifting a finger.

Ron looked at Clark in some surprise. Normally at this time, Superman would head to the lounge, tap Diana on the shoulder, and imply that he’ll take over this task. It might have something to do with Clark’s upbringing; he carried some simple redneck habits. Simply put, he believed the old, weak, women, and children needed care. When everyone’s equally tired, it’s not right to let women do the work, so he’d always take over Diana’s tasks.

Diana didn’t like it this way, but she couldn’t argue with Clark. Ron knew it wasn’t out of any sort of sexism; Diana was just too embarrassed to say that Clark’s coffee always came out extremely hot—not everyone has a super palate like his.

But today, contrary to the norm, Clark was supporting his head with his hand, his bright blue eyes flickering. With a quick glance, Ron could tell he had farmed all night again.

"Is it necessary to be so urgent?" Ron spoke inside Clark’s mind, trying not to disturb the others’ drowsiness.

"Oh, don’t mind me, Ron. You know, who knows what trick the Black Death Emperor will come up with. I need to harvest the barley from the Kent family farm, then head to Mexico to harvest the corn, so they don’t rot in the fields. It’s always like this during the busy season. And I’m not the only one, even Hai’er is exhausted."

"Can’t be, right?" Ron said, somewhat puzzled, "Just two beams, and wouldn’t it be all harvested?"

"Yes, but cutting down the crops is just the first step. They need to be dried, threshed, sent for inspection, packaging, transportation. To get the tractor on the Guadalajara Mountain Road repaired in time and transport the crops out before the rain comes, Hai’er traveled through time thirteen times in one day..."

"What about Oliver, is he alright?"

"I don’t know, ask him, but I guess he won’t be coming today. His foot got pierced by a corn stalk. Being a farmer isn’t easy."

Ron immediately connected to Oliver’s channel. But Oliver’s consciousness was a bit hazy; he mumbled, "I’m not going. I’ve got an infection in the wound on my foot. I’m feverish now. Send me the meeting minutes once it’s over."

Ron shot up immediately but then sat back down because Oliver said, "Don’t make a fuss over me; I can use this injury to rest for a few days instead of battling those darn corn cobs."

Ron sighed deeply. Actually, since the Brainiac government arrived, the situation in Mexico had improved quite a bit. But the problem is Guadalajara started too late; it’s still mainly in a basic agricultural model, and infrastructure hasn’t been fully updated yet. This results in mechanical production, while transportation still faces issues.

Due to the intense revolution beforehand, the path went a bit astray, and there’s strong public resistance, with all kinds of anti-Brainiac government conspiracy theories running rampant. Although it doesn’t harm Brainiac, it sure affects production. Oliver had no choice but to use his influence to organize the masses, running his legs thin over the past couple of days.

Even as a Mars person, Ron could see Oliver’s significant limitations. Compared to those extremely successful revolutionaries, he wasn’t forceful enough, lacked initiative, and aimed to create a win-win situation for everyone. Yet, he’s an idealist filled with a spirit of sacrifice. So, even if it’s ineffective and thankless, he still does it. It’s the final glory of the off-duty league.

However, now that he has gloriously gone off-duty, even fewer people are restraining this lazy group. Ron had a premonition that they might pull off some big move to avoid labor.

Then, near ten o’clock, Bruce finally arrived. Fortunately, he wasn’t really late—upon arrival, he placed a document on the table and said, "This is what I pulled from Heaven’s backstage system. It’s confirmed now: the Black Death Emperor is targeting us."

Bruce paused for a moment and then continued, "Considering the losses he suffered in previous universes, I think he won’t use the same divide-and-conquer tactic again. So, my parents and everyone’s deceased relatives here shouldn’t be at risk of resurrection."

Everyone sighed deeply. Diana even shouted angrily, "Stop with those cold jokes!"

"Alright, I’ll talk business," Bruce said, "Without divide-and-conquer tactics, the methods he can use are quite limited. Considering he chose our universe because I seem like the least reliable Batman, he might try a strong attack."

"Well, he sure has a keen eye." Arthur nodded.

"I misspoke; he probably thinks our universe’s Justice League is the most unreliable in the entire Multiverse."

"Such perceptiveness indeed." Diana hugged her arms and leaned against the chair.

"Don’t say that." Bruce said with some discontent, "Isn’t it possible that our state is reasonable, and it’s the people dressing as bats who are crazy?"

"What’s your plan?" Clark asked him.

"The so-called strong attack would be nothing more than causing massive casualties on Earth, then turning people into zombies and staging an undead siege. To achieve that, he probably has to rely on natural disasters. If any of you have some knowledge of paleontology, you should understand most of Earth’s major extinctions were due to temperature changes for various reasons.

"The changes in Earth’s temperature can bring about fatal disasters. Volcanic eruptions causing extreme droughts have turned the once Pangu Supercontinent into a large desert. Millions of years of extreme rainfall have left animals that adapted to desert environments at a loss. If it were me, I would change Earth’s temperature to make humans extinct just like those ancient creatures.

"The difference between humans and those ancient creatures is that we chose to develop brains and establish civilization. This makes it difficult for things like volcanic eruptions or meteor strikes to destroy us. Heating the Earth becomes difficult. But if you could make the Earth cold, it could also lead to massive casualties.

"The vast majority of Earth’s heat comes from the sun. If you can manipulate the sun with some tricks, you can easily destroy humanity. So I believe he might target the sun."

Bruce turned a page in the file and continued, "Moreover, because he suffered a big setback from Superman before, extinguishing the sun could also severely damage Superman, and he won’t hesitate to do so."

Diana couldn’t help but applaud him and then said, "You figured this all out?"

"Of course not, I told you I read the background files. There’s a clear data anomaly with our sun, which should be the point where he directed his power."

"Next time just get straight to the point," Arthur said, "Mera and I are busy preparing for pregnancy, I have to leave soon."

"In broad daylight..."

"I ask you, when is it considered nighttime in the deep sea?" Arthur sighed and said, "Besides, do you think it’s easy for Atlanteans to mate? I’m a hybrid, and I still haven’t grown a tail."

"Can’t you use human form..." Diana said with some curiosity.

"No way. Atlanteans need to engage in high-speed chases in the sea, letting the water continuously wash into the reproductive cavity to enter a state of estrus, only then can the sperm and egg combine. Without a tail, I can’t catch up with Mera, let alone the mating that follows..."

"Atlantis was once a land-based civilization, so why did it become so... primitive after sinking into the water?" Ron asked.

"Firstly, to adapt to the deep-sea environment, and secondly, to limit population growth. The resources on the seabed are too scarce to support many Atlanteans. So, the fertility rate has decreased year by year, and the conditions for reproduction have become very harsh." Arthur said while scratching his head, "Can you believe it? Our child will be an egg when born, and I have to incubate it! There’s no guarantee it will even hatch!"

"That’s not right, then how did your mother and father..."

"If I’m a pureblood human, I could probably do it. Humans are very special; we can almost directly mate with any life on Earth and can improve hybrid bloodlines. But unfortunately, I’m a hybrid, neither side of the bloodline is pure, so I’m stuck like this."

Diana patted his shoulder and said, "It’s okay, practice more, it will get better. If it really doesn’t work, anyway, it’s all eggs, you can get one from someone else to hatch, it won’t make a difference."

"No, I must pass on my human bloodline, so the offspring can be strong enough."

Ron, hearing the conversation veer off track, cleared his throat and said, "Let’s talk about the Black Death Emperor. If he plans to target the sun, what do we do?"

"If his power erupts from the inside, then putting up a shield seems useless," Diana thought aloud, "So how can we stop him?"

"Why should we stop him?" Bruce retorted, "This is a golden opportunity."

"What do you mean?" Everyone looked at him.

"Don’t you think they’re annoying?"

"You mean the Black Death Emperor? This guy is so sneaky, certainly annoying. Ugly people tend to make a fuss." Arthur said.

"Not just the Black Death Emperor, but also Darkseid who works with him, as well as those Batman. Whatever battles they have in the Multiverse doesn’t concern us. But why must they come and disturb our lives?"

This statement resonated with everyone. It’s not that they don’t care about the Multiverse, otherwise, they wouldn’t bother to connect with other counterparts. But they also have their own lives to live. It’s fine to actively save the universe during work hours, but you can’t disturb our private life after work, can you have some boundaries?

It’s like negotiating business with a client, and then on the weekend, the client, along with colleagues, chases you home. Forget the overtime, but invading personal space like this, isn’t it a bit disrespectful?

And they’re not just sitting around doing nothing. There’s a lot of work to be done both inside and outside the house, fields to plant, children to bear, technology to develop, magic to study. Brainiac, who was expected to help with chores, turned out to be a parent good at inventing household tasks, getting bossed around even on holiday. They’re already exhausted, yet outsiders still want to crash the party. Each day waking up, all they want is to swing in the house on a swing.

After airing their grievances, everyone looked at Bruce. They all knew this guy had some crafty ideas, hoping he could give those people a tough lesson, letting both the good guys and bad guys across the Multiverse know that they are not to be trifled with. This could greatly reduce the workload in the future.

"I have an idea," Bruce snapped his fingers and said, "Guaranteed to make them never dare to invade again."