Chapter 740: Anti-Monitor's Unconditional Kneeling, Superboy-Prime's First Dream of Flying

"Hello, Clark."

Superboy-Prime Clark Kent looked up and saw the white-haired Earth-2 Superman Clark Kent, wearing a Hawaiian plaid shirt, sitting at the other end of the table.

His appearance is as lifelike as it was in life.

This is a small wooden house. Superboy-Prime doesn't understand why he is here.

He is the strongest superman, and all mental control is ineffective on him, so he was just in a trance for a moment, and then immediately recalled his memory.

But this is a dream, and those unforgettable pains no longer hurt him so much here, no longer so hot and burning, hurting his soul all the time.

A thin layer of fog covered the world, temporarily obscuring the painful past.

The firewood in the stove was burning fiercely, occasionally making a crackling sound.

Superboy-Prime felt slightly at peace.

He was sure that he was under some kind of mind-control magic, and he had the confidence and ability to break free from it. But he was not in a hurry to do so - temporarily.

Even though Superboy-Prime never thought of it this way, his mind was actually very clear that he was chasing something that could never be achieved.

He had lost his clear purpose, and all along, he was just pure pain.

There's no better time than now... in dreams.

It's like someone is covering your heart, someone has given you some kind of medicine to treat depression or mania, making you calm the whole day long, and all the sadness and pain are blocked outside the high wall.

You are reluctant to leave.

But there is always a question that lingers on Superboy-Prime:

Why here? Why in this wooden house, a place he had no impression of.

And his mentor...

The old Superman from Earth-2.

He saw that the old Superman was leaning forward slightly, with his elbows on the table. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and looked as leisurely as if he was sitting on a beach in the Maldives.

Superboy-Prime knew he was dreaming, he had never been so lucid in a dream. Memories of the past and reality intertwined, his eyes were straight, staring at the embers floating in the air in a daze, he sometimes felt very cold, sometimes felt very hot.

But all this was better than leaving him out in that inferior world breathing that cold air.

"You know full well that I am just an illusion, a phantom. An illusion that is a combination of all your memories and fears of the real old Clark Kent. Including these,"

The old Superman reached out and picked up a comic book that had suddenly appeared on the table.

The cover says: Superman

"We don't exist, we are just your own fantasy."

Superboy-Prime lowered his head and found that he was wearing a white shirt and glasses instead of the S-shaped Superman suit.

With a bang, the comic book was thrown heavily on the table.

The table and the warm stove suddenly disappeared, and Superboy-Prime found himself in the endless darkness. He heard faint whispers in his ears, rapid and earnest.

"You're not crazy, Clark. Not yet."

Superboy-Prime turned around and saw young Alexander Luthor wearing half of the battle suit from his memory, looking at him with his face half hidden in shadow.

“I think you haven’t forgotten this.”

Superboy-Prime heard a female voice, he looked over and a woman covered in blood emerged from the shadows.

“You are… a female leopard.”

Superboy-Prime recognized her, how could he not?

An ordinary female member of the Teen Titans, a superhero, and the user of the Red Beast Transformation ability of all beings.

And Superboy-Prime accidentally killed her. That was the first time Superboy-Prime killed someone.

He just wanted to do good things and restore the prosperity and peace of the universe, but now he has become a killer and a villain.

It was all because of the stupid heroes in this world that forced him to do that...huh?

There was a bullet hole in the female leopard's neck, and blood was oozing out. This was exactly how she looked when she died.

Superboy-Prime looked into her eyes that were shedding tears of blood.

"Look at me... you still think you're a hero? You're no different than the Anti-Monitor. You're a murderer, a bloodthirsty beast, and you've done the same thing as the villain who killed your family."

Then she suddenly disappeared.

"That's enough, you..."

Then the scene changes again and Superboy-Prime finds himself riding on the body of his mentor, Old Superman from Earth-2. His face is covered in blood and his hands are also covered in blood.

He killed his mentor with his own hands, beating him to death with one punch after another. If he had hesitated for a moment, his mentor would not have died, and he would not have made such a big mistake.

But he didn't stop, not even one punch.

Superboy-Prime could even feel the stickiness on his fist.

“No, this is not what I want to do…”

He got up from the other person in a daze, but at this moment, someone suddenly handed him the comic book, which read:

superman.

When Superboy-Prime started flipping through the book.

The old Superman's body, whose upper body was covered in blood after being beaten by him, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

"I'm sorry, kid, believe me, I'm really sorry..."

"But you should read this story. This is your story."

Superboy-Prime heard Superboy say:

“It’s both a new story and an old story.”

Superboy-Prime found himself sitting back down at the table next to the cabin.

At this moment he remembered what time it was.

The day he and his girlfriend Laurie and her family went on vacation to the beach.

That day, Laurie dug out his Superman costume from his box.

They talked a lot as they walked along the beach. We talked for hours that evening about our fears, our hopes, the future we would share together, about getting married, having a dog, having children.

Even though I felt like something was pulling me back, I knew that’s where I wanted to be, forever and ever.

Also on that day...

Superboy Prime...

First flight.

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"I need to interfere with Superboy-Prime's dreams."

Foolish Owl said.

Before his eyes, Dennis the Sleeper, the god of dreams, was surrounded by silver mist. He was wearing a white robe trimmed with gold. His hair and face were as holy and white as ancient Greek sculptures, emitting silver light.

"No," he said.

"I don't understand, what does no mean?"

"This is Superboy-Prime's dream." Sandman answered Owl: "In the dream, I can do whatever I want, but Superboy-Prime can leave here on his own initiative. He is too strong, he just doesn't want to leave. Now is not the time for you to make a deal with him..."

He said, "Remember. It's not that he can't go, it's that he doesn't want to. Be patient, Thomas Wayne Jr."

Then the Dream God dissipated in the mist, leaving only Yu Xiao. He sat behind the huge dream gate, quietly waiting for the arrival of Superboy-Prime... or a more desperate, furious and crazy demon god.

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When Chen Tao realized what he was facing, the mortal Mobius on his shoulder also realized who the person who appeared in front of them was. He let out a terrified roar and then disappeared directly on Chen Tao's shoulder.

"Anti-Monitor."

Chen Tao stared closely at the figure made up of countless smoke in front of him.

Compared to the shock and anger of the mortal Mobius, he actually looked as if he had expected it.

Whether this was an act or he really expected the Anti-Monitor to come, at least...

"I'm waiting for you to catch up."

He said so.

The Anti-Monitor chuckled. "That sounds like something you would say, Bat of Bats, doesn't it?"

His body was floating, and after careful observation, Chen Tao realized that it was not a body made of smoke, but rather a smoke-like shadow floating in the air, seemingly real and unreal, but not as clear as a 3D projection.

This looked a little bit weird. Chen Tao knew that the other party deliberately showed such an attitude in front of him. He knew that the other party was deliberately leading him to think that way, but he still had to think so.

This feeling does not seem to be simply using smoke to form his own body for temporary control, but more like some kind of timeline has been established by the Anti-Monitor. All he has to do now is to smash the solidified concrete roads downstream of the super-time flow, and then use the "Anti-Monitor Victory" road instead.

The Anti-Monitor was proving his power to him, the extent of his interference with the downstream of time.

Chen Tao was not clear about the deal between the Monitor and the Anti-Monitor. He was not even very clear that, for some purpose, the Monitor seemed to be forced to loosen his control over the Anti-Monitor in order to release the cosmic tuning fork into the downstream of the super-time flow.

But just by seeing the Anti-Monitor's current appearance, he could already vaguely feel it.

The situation seems a little bad.

"Never mind, long story short. Let me make a deal, Batman, you now need to control the Cosmic Tuning Fork."

Chen Tao saw the half of the monitor's mouth showing under his mask smile. The smile seemed a little distorted and hideous because of his body projected like smoke.

Chen Tao knew that just for this reason, he couldn't refuse the Anti-Monitor.

He originally speculated that the Anti-Monitor Dragon must be spying somewhere, and he even suspected that it was the Anti-Monitor Dragon who was controlling the killing machine behind the scenes.

But from the few words that the Anti-Monitor said now, he suddenly realized that his previous speculation seemed to be wrong. The manipulator was someone else, but the Anti-Monitor was also involved. He did not control the Anti-Monitor Dragon to talk to him, but directly created such an avatar downstream.

This is both a show of military strength and a sign of sincerity in forming an alliance.

"I do need him, but I can't force him to do it and risk letting you escape." Chen Tao said, "I left the Killing Machine where it is. He will help me calm Superboy-Prime. Even if he can't do it, after killing the Killing Machine, Superboy-Prime will be able to calm down."

"If he dies, the Cosmic Tuning Fork will still be under my control. If he is still alive, I can accept the result of cooperating with Superboy-Prime."

Chen Tao said: "Why do you think that the bargaining chips you hold can definitely convince me, or that you can definitely use me to do something?"

Chen Tao took a deep breath.

He is ready.

In fact, when it comes down to it, no matter how much he said he didn't care, he was indeed controlled by the Anti-Monitor.

He can make any advance plans, but advance plans cannot allow him to directly cross the gap of status and power and directly help him control the cosmic tuning fork.

After discovering that the mastermind was not the Anti-Monitor Dragon, Chen Tao immediately realized that the mastermind was also favored by the Anti-Monitor or the Monitor, just like him. If he wanted to compete with the mastermind for the control of the tuning fork, he had to cooperate with the Anti-Monitor. Now he was the one asking for the counter-espionage, not the other party asking him.

Of course, he can also choose not to participate in the control, but the price is the complete loss of initiative. Superboy-Prime is like the chicken and the cosmic tuning fork is like the rice. Only the person holding the rice can guide the direction of the chicken.

Without the cosmic tuning fork, you have no right to speak, and this cannot be compensated by any means. Moreover, the opponent has poor control conditions and can completely turn you into a blind man and a cage. You have no idea what the tuning fork is like, and it is even more impossible to communicate with Superboy-Prime. In the end, Superboy-Prime does not know what he will be tuned into by the opponent.

He was already prepared. Even if the Anti-Surveillance Agent made some exaggerated demands, unless he asked him to release him immediately, Chen Tao would find a way to reduce his demands before agreeing.

As for letting Barbatos control the cosmic tuning fork...

If it was Barbatos in his prime, it would still be possible, but the way he is now, holding the tuning fork, he will only be regarded as a mortal enemy by the mad Superboy-Prime, and then the two of them will fight until the super time stream is wiped out, and then Papetoua and the Hand of the Void will be revived in Barbatos.

So Anti-Monitor, whatever your conditions—

Come here!

Chen Tao made a great determination in his heart, just like a female knight who fell into a goblin's nest to save her teammates.

Then he heard what the other party said.

"What? No."

What the anti-surveillance agent said was beyond Chen Tao's expectations.

"I'm not asking anything of you, Batman." He held out his palms, smiling broadly.

"I'm just here to inform you Batman, I mean, I'm here to inform you that I'm going to help you now."

Chen Tao didn't react to what Anti-Monitor meant for a moment, but the next moment he suddenly felt that the cosmic tuning fork completely obeyed his orders.

He just felt like he punched the air. The Anti-Monitor was like a princess. The warrior prepared flowers, gifts, lots of money, and even a set of armor, ready to fight the dragon and get hurt for the princess, but she suddenly appeared in front of him naked.

Suddenly started to lick my ass without reason and unconditionally.

But free is the most expensive.

People raise cattle to exploit the cattle's labor.

People raise sheep for their wool.

People raise pigs for their bodies.

Now the Anti-Surveillance Agents are providing Chen Tao with help for free. What is he planning?