dmims Chapter 375 Behind the Glory Lies a Lonely Spirit
Chapter 375 Behind the Glory Lies a Lonely Spirit
Chapter 375 Behind the Glory Lies a Loneliness
Oh my god, friends.
Omg.
Think of those golden ages.
Although his time on Earth was short, Seneca often thought that many things were so similar.
The heroes of Earth. Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Billy Batson (Shazam!).
They follow in Batman's footsteps, fighting evil, upholding justice, and saving the world...
Just like how I used to chase after Abin Sue.
He once idolized Abin Sue so much that he even fell in love with Abin Sue's sister, Arlene Sue, because of her.
He firmly believed that his conscience was clear and that all his actions were just. He never denied that he was a powerful figure, but he used his power to suppress all evil. Although his rule stifled individual free will, this was a necessary evil, an unavoidable way to achieve absolute justice.
"...No! You've twisted yourself into your filthy, laughable, supposedly righteous puppet. That's not justice, it's tyranny..."
"...Does theft warrant death? You didn't even put him on trial; you were just killing, killing indiscriminately..."
"...You simply suppressed that war with force, killing everyone to end the war, right? Ridiculous, you murderous executioner..."
"...And that matter...that was just a conflict of interest. How dare you use your own will to decide right and wrong in a conflict of interest?"
"Everyone is groveling at your feet! Should I sing your praises? You forcefully altered our social structure, turning the republic into a strongman regime, and that spaceship incident cost the lives of approximately 3000 innocent people!"
"If I hadn't sent those three thousand people to their deaths, their spaceships would have brought the virus back to our planet, and then it wouldn't just be three thousand people dying!"
Seneca loudly retorted to his wife, and after a fierce argument that lasted for four hours, even the Lord of the Yellow Lantern Legion felt physically and mentally exhausted.
He finally lost control. He could no longer tolerate his wife's relentless dredging up of old grievances over the past four hours. For the first time in four hours, he lost control. He grabbed Arlene Sue by the collar and lifted her up.
Senisto was a large man, and his wife was half a head shorter than him.
"Tell me, what can I do?"
His strength was immense, and he pinched Arlene Sue painfully. Even without using the Yellow Lantern Ring, the Legion Lord could strangle a giant alien tiger with only one eye with his bare hands, and could even confront Atositas, who wielded a Cosmic Wand, head-on. When he was enraged, Arlene Sue was completely powerless to resist.
But Abinsu's sister didn't utter a sound. She raised her swan-like neck and looked stubbornly at her husband with a tearful expression.
Then tears streamed down her face, tears that pierced Seneca and caused the powerful man immense pain.
He put his wife down. Then he took a deep breath, his face revealing undisguised sorrow.
"You'll never approve of everything I've done, will you? Everything I've done for my hometown, my beloved hometown of Koruga."
He asked slowly, very slowly.
"You are my family, the people I love most. But you will never support me, will you?"
Arlene Sue took two steps back.
She had never seen Seneca look so sad, at least not for a long time since their marriage.
Arlins was slightly dazed, but in the end, she still said coldly:
"Absolutely not."
Tick.
Arlene Sue stared in astonishment.
She saw a glistening tear fall to the ground, and she could hardly tell whether it was Seneca's tear or dew dripping from the cell ceiling.
But none of that mattered anymore; Seneca stood up. The last trace of weakness faded from the face of the Yellow Lantern Legion's leader.
Arlene Sue raised her head tremblingly, looking at her husband who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Ammon Su".
The Lord of the Yellow Lantern Legion coldly summoned his servants in his almost icy voice.
"Put Arlene Sue back under guard to make sure she doesn't commit suicide."
"Remove all the preferential treatment given to Arlene Sue. Bedding, cell, throw her where she truly belongs."
Amonsu was taken aback: "But, Lord Seneca, my aunt...!"
Amonsu knew very well what the Seneca Legion would do to their opponents. Those opponents who, for various reasons, were not killed outright, suffered torture in their cages that made death seem like a relief.
Did Seneca really intend to inflict those tortures on his wife?
"Your aunt is not here, nor is my wife, Amon. Only the opponents of Seneca's Legion."
Senito walked up to his wife and looked down at her: "The fact that Arlinsu wasn't executed on the spot is already out of consideration for her outstanding contributions to Coruga and her past relationship with Abinsu."
He turned to Amonsu: "Execute my orders."
Then he paused slightly and emphasized, "When Arlins is executed, all the prisoners of the Seneca Legion must see it. Let every prisoner who opposes me know that Arlins has broken with me."
Then he paused and added:
"I want everyone to know, even my wife..."
"We cannot disobey the orders of Seneca's Legion."
"uncle……"
"Don't make me do it a second time."
"Yes."
Ammonsu lowered his head.
Senesto then looked at Arlins again without a second glance, and left the prison with heavy steps, almost as if fleeing.
Behind him, the person he loved most was hysterically cursing him.
Sinestro opened his arms, and yellow energy enveloped him, carrying him into the sky.
He slowly raised his body, and the prison beneath his feet began to shrink. He was now on a mobile war fortress, which was filled with countless Yellow Lantern Legion members.
"Long live Seneca!"
They saw Seneca fly overhead and erupted in thunderous cheers.
Then, like dominoes falling, cheers echoed throughout the war fortress, as all sorts of vicious villains, rapists, killers, robbers, and scum...
At this moment, they are all calling out the same name:
"Long live the Seneca Legion! Long live the Seneca Legion! Long live the Seneca Legion!"
"Long live!"
Sinestro looked up at the vast green planet in the distant universe beyond the War Fortress, where it was being attacked by countless tiny yellow specks of light.
So he murmured softly. The sound was amplified by the yellow light ring, echoing throughout the entire war fortress:
"Seneca Legion..."
"I hereby issue my orders."
He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the planet that was still putting up a stubborn resistance.
"I command you to conquer Oa—for me, for the new order of the universe!"
"All-out assault...begin now!"
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
Sinestro stood in the void with his hands behind his back, watching countless members of the Sinestro Legion, who had submitted to him, take off with their bodies flashing yellow light, surging towards OA like a tide.
At this moment, glory belongs to Seneca.
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Chen Tao returned to the bat cave at 3:00 a.m.
Having practically transformed his brain into a bat-like computer, Chen Tao no longer needs to sleep.
Before this, he slept at least 5 hours a day. The main reason for this was that Luther and Lucius, the top scientists of their generation, were still human and could not accompany him to cultivate immortality.
As the representative of all green things, Poison Ivy can absorb light energy through photosynthesis to replace eating, but she is still partly human. Even if she doesn't need to eat, she still needs to sleep.
Not to mention Justice League members like The Flash Barry who have to work during the day and be a superhero; they need sleep, and Chen Tao couldn't possibly disturb them.
Using this time to study the gorillas Grud might be a good option, but during the day Grud and his group would be at Luther's beck and call at any time, and if Grud wasn't allowed to rest at night, Chen Tao was worried that he would die.
So while everyone else was sleeping, Chen Tao could only force himself to let go of the constant sense of crisis that was lodged in his throat, and try to lie down in bed and fall asleep peacefully, skipping the time with one click.
But now, Chen Tao is no longer in the mood for that.
He hadn't been back to the Bat Cave for some time, and it wasn't just because he was busy...
Forget it.
Chen Tao shook his head. It was so late; the old butler, Alfred, should be resting by now. He just needed to quietly finish his work and then quietly leave.
He only returned to back up some files on the Batcomputer; there were some things he never liked to delegate. The Batcomputer was practically imbued with his Metal Spirit power; no one could steal anything from it, but the computer could show others what needed to be shown at the right time.
Of course, Chen Tao kept the truly important things in his mind, rather than on the computer.
So all he needs to do is open the access control, and then...
Well???!
With a bang, Chen Tao opened the door and saw the old butler, Alfred, wearing pajamas, sitting upright in the seat at the entrance of the Batcave lobby. Although it was already past midnight, the old butler was full of energy and did not seem tired at all.
"..."
"Alfred, what are you doing here?" It was too late to escape now. Chen Tao couldn't help but regret not using his X-ray vision from the high-speed bullet to check if anyone was behind him before entering.
Ultimately, this stemmed from his lack of vigilance. The Batcave was his lair, a place he naturally considered a sanctuary. If someone were to ambush him there, just like Bane did in the comic book "Knightfall," it would be a surprise attack...
Chen Tao abruptly cut off his divergent thinking; now was not the time to think about these things. He took two steps back and watched Alfred approach.
"Bruce Wayne, are you going to volunteer to save that alien planet OA? I'm surprised I didn't know about this; it was someone else in the Justice League who told me."
Chen Tao was drenched in sweat.
The old butler, Alfred, kindly helped Chen Tao to a seat nearby, and then continued:
"I never knew the Justice League's business had expanded to the entire universe. It wasn't enough to just manage Earth; now the Justice League has become the protector of the entire universe."
I never even dreamed of this. Good heavens, I used to think that fighting someone with a submachine gun on the battlefield was the craziest thing I'd ever done. But now, alien civilizations, space police? Times have really changed.
Chen Tao's toes dug into the ground.
"I just find it a bit strange. Why do you keep saying you want to retire, sir, but now your business scope is getting wider and wider? It's not enough to manage Earth, you want to manage outer planets too?"
Chen Tao was speechless.
"Well then, I won't say anything else. I just have one question: Master, when will we be able to settle down in Fiji?"
"After solving the problems on OA Star?"
"I……"
"Actually, Mr. Bruce, after all this time, I've always had a question in my mind. Are you really planning to retire?"
The old butler pressed on: "Tell me, are you making plan after plan, constantly trying to deal with real dangers, desperately grasping power and increasing your strength, really for retirement? Or are you enjoying it?"
Answer me.
"Do you enjoy it? Do you derive a sense of accomplishment from it? Do you feel a sense of self-worth and fulfillment?"
Answer me.
"I……"
Chen Tao was almost unable to cope.
"Answer me. All this painstaking effort and scheming, is it really all for retirement?"
Just as Chen Tao was about to flee, he heard the old butler's voice.
"But...it doesn't matter." The old butler paused, then confirmed something.
He was somewhat saddened, yet also somewhat relieved, but seemed to have made some kind of decision.
"It's alright, Mr. Bruce. What I want you to know is... whatever decision you make. Whether you retire or not."
"Whatever decision you ultimately make."
I will always support you.
"I understand your difficulties, Mr. Bruce. I know the helplessness behind your glory."
"This world cannot do without you. I know you've shouldered too much," Alfred said sincerely.
"Those burdens push you forward, just like Mr. Thomas was once pushed to become the reformer of Gotham."
"Therefore, you don't need to feel guilty towards me for not keeping your promise to me. I can wait, Mr. Bruce."
"I just hope..."
"You can come back to the Bat Cave as often as you used to..."
"At least let me help you like I used to, even if it's just making a bat sandwich or preparing breakfast..."
"Instead of leaving me powerless."
"So please, let me do something for you..."
The old butler hugged Batman:
"My Bruce..."
Please.
(End of this chapter)