What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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He floored the accelerator again, and the car shot off like a bullet.

And right now.

"squeak--"

Amidst the screeching sound of brakes.

A police motorcycle blocked the road in front of the sports car.

A traffic police officer on a bicycle stopped the King of Hell because of his traffic violation.

"Sir, you are speeding."

The mounted police officer chewed gum, seemingly uninterested in achieving his performance targets.

“Officer, you have no idea what you’re doing.” Lucifer suppressed his agitation, his fingers almost sparking as he tapped the steering wheel, his tone filled with hostility.

"Every minute you take up with me here, my mom might give birth to another litter of brothers." I wonder what kind of creature Lucifer thinks his mom is.

The traffic police officer was taken aback.

I've managed to sort out my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, please accept my condolences. I've seen similar stories on TV about rich kids fighting over their inheritance. I must say, the TV show 'Succession' documented a similar case."

The traffic police officer clearly misunderstood.

"This isn't some melodramatic soap opera!" Lucifer frantically ripped off his tie. "This is a cosmic crisis! A catastrophe of creation! A million times worse than your human world war!"

Lucifer wasn't exaggerating, but mortals obviously couldn't understand him. The mounted policeman blinked blankly, then finally pulled out his pen.

"I don't know much about the family feuds, but since your speed exceeded the speed limit by more than double, I still have to give you a ticket." Seeing that the traffic police officer was about to use complicated procedures...

Lucifer was so angry that he laughed.

“Okay, very good, I know what you want.” Lucifer grabbed a handful of banknotes and threw them into the air, slamming on the gas pedal as the mounted police scrambled to catch the money.

The sports car roared like a monster, instantly leaving the mounted police in the dust. Soon, the King of Hell arrived in the metropolis in a car enhanced by his power.

Inside St. Mary's Hospital.

Lucifer straightened his collar, instantly switching into a debonair mode. He walked straight to the nurses' station, revealing his signature smile—the kind of smile that could make a woman's heart race instantly.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. I need your help with something." The Demon King winked at the blonde nurse at the nurses' station, who immediately blushed and ran over.

"I heard a special vegetative patient was brought in this morning? The one brought in during the gang shootout? Sorry, I'm her family, so I'd like to meet her briefly."

Lucifer never lies, so everything he's saying now is the truth. The devil's eyes hold the power to draw out humanity's original sin, so the nurse's reason evaporates in an instant.

She stared at Lucifer like a lovesick fool, ignoring all the identity verification and procedures. All she felt was the urge and primal desire to sleep with Lucifer.

"She's... in the intensive care unit, but it's not a place you can just walk into." The nurse became incredibly insistent, her voice as sweet as could be.

"Just one look, sweetheart." Lucifer gently took her hand, and a diamond ring magically appeared on her ring finger. Then he obtained more useful information.

And access cards.

Five minutes later, when the nurse came to her senses in a daze, she couldn't remember anything, but she had an inexplicable feeling of anxiety and uncertainty.

The kind of underwear that needs changing too.

the other side.

Lucifer straightened his suit and strode into the intensive care unit.

"Sir! This is not allowed—" Several medical staff tried to stop Lucifer, who had appeared out of nowhere, but after Lucifer glanced at them, they were frozen in place.

Time seemed to be paused. The doctors' expressions froze in shock, and as Lucifer walked past them, they slid slowly to the ground like rag dolls whose bones had been removed.

Like a scarecrow blown over by the wind, it made a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Although the skin Lucifer was wearing didn't fit him perfectly, he could still use some of his power. At worst, if he used it too much, the skin would crack and he would turn into a bouncing bomb like Ian.

I'm sorry.

Lucifer casually stepped over the haphazardly lying bodies.

"I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you guys today." The electronic sounds of the monitoring equipment were particularly jarring in the silence, as Lucifer searched around the quiet intensive care unit.

"No, no, this person looks like they had a botched breast augmentation and are suffering from silicone poisoning. Get out of here!" Lucifer searched for his target.

They eventually found the vegetative patient who had been brought in that morning.

He stood before the hospital bed, his expression complex as he stared at the sleeping woman—the woman entangled in various tubes and wires. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and a gruesome scar from a healed bullet wound remained on one side of her cheek. The Demon King's slender fingers flicked across her forehead, but after a flash of golden light, there was no reaction.

This caught Lucifer off guard.

His pupils dilated slightly.

“Mom’s not in there.” Lucifer scratched his head in frustration. Although his omniscience couldn’t locate his mother, he could at least confirm that the body was empty.

The aura of omniscience and omnipotence was like a broken radar at this moment, only able to capture a blinding blank space—which was normal, after all, what he wanted to investigate was his own mother.

Something that existed before the concept of omniscience and omnipotence was even born.

"What on earth is she up to..." Lucifer's hands hung at his sides, and a conspiracy theory welled up in his mind. He knew all too well just how much trouble his mother could cause.

"What exactly is Mom trying to do?" Lucifer wasn't just worried about having a stepfather; he knew that every action his mother took was purposeful. As a former creator goddess, her wisdom and power were unparalleled. And this escape must be hiding a deeper plan.

this moment.

Lucifer thought of his mother's resentment towards God. In Heaven, she had been one of the most respected beings, but was ultimately imprisoned in Hell, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to her dignity.

"Revenge" is the first key word. The mother may want to take revenge on God in some way, perhaps by disrupting the balance of the universe or by directly challenging God's authority.

Regardless, having acted as a guardian, turning a blind eye to his mother's imprisonment and even gloating over it, he would definitely be the target of retaliation, just as Mai Zi said.

The more Lucifer thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Lucifer also suffered from paranoia; the DC universe was like a giant mental asylum, and Lucifer had even considered grander possibilities.

Was her mother carrying out some kind of plan on behalf of God or Michael? After all, her escape was too "coincidental," as if a higher force was behind it.

That's definitely not because of Ian. Ian can't release his mother... The only one besides him who can break the seal that God placed on his wife is God Himself.

This made Lucifer unable to help but overthink. Just as Lucifer felt he was about to be targeted again, a familiar chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.

That was a special kind of gaze.

"Samael~"

The same unique voice seemed to ring in Lucifer's ears; it was the voice that had existed in the world since the beginning of creation, and for the first time in many years, it initiated a conversation with Lucifer.

There was no information being communicated to a third person. The cacophony of the intensive care unit's equipment seemed to fade away at that moment, and the world seemed to consist only of that voice lingering in his ears.

"Heh, so you've remembered me now?"

Lucifer suddenly sneered at the air; he was indeed responding to some voices.

"No, I disagree! You can't control me any longer!"

"Damn it! No! You're lying!" Lucifer suddenly covered his ears, his face turned deathly pale, his pupils dilated, and his mouth twitched wildly.

"Yes! You're lying!"

The King of Hell's eyes were bloodshot, as if the voice had uttered a truth that deeply disturbed him. The temperature in the intensive care unit plummeted, and the white mist from his breath condensed before his eyes. A layer of ice crystals formed on the IV bags of the critically ill patients, and several unconscious medical staff curled up in their sleep.

suddenly.

Without warning, Lucifer's shirt ripped open—and a pair of pure white wings unfurled violently, each of the enormous and sacred wings shimmering with a faint glow.

The wings of the Lightbringer are the purest wings in Heaven.

It's not just a symbol of status.

Or is it the key to whether or not one can use certain powers in the human world?

next moment.

A fierce wind swept through the ward, toppling medical equipment. Lucifer vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his intrusion. When the medical staff slowly awoke, they only saw a few white feathers drifting down, turning into tiny golden fragments and disappearing without a trace upon touching the ground.

at the same time.

On the top floor of a skyscraper on the other side of the city, Ian's mother, Louise Kent, was receiving an unexpected visitor in her spacious yet unassuming office.

Lucifer hovered outside the glass curtain wall, his eyes piercing through the opaque glass, seeing everything clearly. Inside the conference room, Louise Lane was pouring tea for a blonde lawyer. The lawyer sat upright, almost rigidly, a perfect 45-degree smile playing on her lips—Charlotte Richards.

America was one of the most notorious devilish lawyers.

“Ms. Richards, are you really willing to hand over the evidence of the Jokers’ crimes to me?” Louise pushed the teacup towards me, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

When she received the mysterious call this morning, she thought it was some bored person's prank. Even now, she still can't quite believe that such a huge news story would come knocking on her door.

My home has been bombed several times.

Is God really about to send good luck?

“Yes, yes, evidence of the crime, of course no problem.” Charlotte’s smile widened, she smiled like a robot learning how to smile.

“It’s not just the Jokers, I have evidence of many other criminal organizations’ crimes… God knows why you humans can’t always clean up your messes when you do bad things.”

“Oh, I meant us humans, yes, us humans.” Charlotte Richards promptly corrected her misuse of the word, her tone strangely flat.

Fortunately, Louise didn't notice the strange way the other person used the phrase "you humans".

She was already dizzy from this unexpected exclusive.

Louise is a seasoned investigative journalist who has exposed countless scandals, but this is the first time she has encountered a top lawyer proactively offering evidence to her.

Was this a sudden awakening, a decision to turn over a new leaf? Despite her confusion, Louise didn't ask any questions. A journalist only needs to get the news; he doesn't need to know why others provide it.

This is an unspoken rule in the industry.

“Thank you, madam, thank you for your contributions to society, and thank you for your trust in me. I will definitely secure the best possible special protection for you.” This was absolutely the strongest and most powerful guarantee, even surpassing the guarantee from special forces. Just as Louise reached for the file folder…

"and many more."

Charlotte suddenly pressed down on the file.

"This is a deal."

A glint of gold flashed in the female lawyer's eyes.

"You need to promise me one thing."

She began to reveal her true intentions.

The female lawyer spoke with a condescending sense of superiority, as if she were not talking to a mortal, but looking down at a group of ants.

Louise frowned slightly.