infodatos Chapter 98 Not Earth
Chapter 98 Not Earth
Chapter 98 Not Earth
"it's over."
Black Adam and Shazam finally managed to settle all the injured people at the scene, but this did not allow them to breathe a sigh of relief.
The fight between the two resulted not only in wounds, but also in death.
The wizards' blessing allowed Black Adam to clearly hear everyone's grief and suffering, and he could no longer face the people he had sworn to protect thousands of years ago.
Joey, who had already calmed down the Martians, arrived at the scene at that moment.
Even if Black Adam still had the strength to fight, he didn't want to make any more futile struggles.
"Lock me up. I admit that this generation of Shazam is better than me."
Imprisoning Black Adam?
Joey thought about the two Kryptonians, one dead and one alive, currently imprisoned in the Watchtower, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.
Black Adam wanted to reflect on his sins, and Africa was such a vast country that he could go anywhere to reflect on them.
Joey has no plans to put such a dangerous individual into the watchtower now. What if one day he realizes his mistake and wants to leave? Should Joey let him go or not?
"While most of the people in Africa are still starving and wandering, you actually have the mind to lock yourself up in a prison cell?"
Since Doctor Fate's visit and Kara's departure, crises have come one after another, and Joey, who is overwhelmed with work, definitely needs someone to fill the void in Africa:
"Get lost, we didn't prepare a room for you there!"
And so, Shazam and Joey watched as Black Adam cleaned up the mess he had created and left.
Billy, who was also floating in mid-air like Joey, scratched his head as he watched Black Adam's retreating figure: "Are we really not going to arrest him?"
"He's your enemy, not mine."
Regardless of the universe, the relationship between Shazam and Black Adam has always been delicate, and Joey has come to realize this:
"If you insist on thinking that way, we can totally launch a surprise attack on him right now."
"No, no, no..."
Billy clearly took Joey's words seriously, and immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum:
"We're not bad people, why would we launch a sneak attack? Besides, I don't think he's as bad as the wizard said."
"Billy, I now want to apologize for my previous prejudice against you."
The Shazam in this world is still largely the same as the one Joey is familiar with, and Joey felt somewhat relieved upon discovering this.
It even gave me a feeling of stepping into my comfort zone.
Reborn into a familiar comic book world, Joey should have found comfort in every aspect of his life. However, apart from Tony Stark, whom he encountered while passing through another world, who remained arrogant and conceited, Joey had not met a single truly familiar face.
Joey patted Shazam on the shoulder, convinced that Shazam would definitely shine in this world's "Justice League":
"Keep it up, Billy. You're different from the other heroes in this world. Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Batman—they're not really heroes in the strictest sense. But you, Billy, you're the real hero."
"Am I really that amazing?"
Billy was so flattered that he became somewhat carried away, and even his flight path became unsteady.
"Superman, I have an idea!"
Billy recalled the night they fought against another "Superman," and a perfectly formed idea instantly took shape in his mind:
"We can form a superhero team, just like Cyborg did before!"
While communicating with Billy, Joey periodically scanned the entire Gotham City, especially observing the movements of the old bat, in case this dangerous individual pulled another daring stunt on him.
Old Bat is still drinking heavily on the top floor of his Wayne Casino building, which was damaged and had to close for repairs. It's pure luck that Old Deng hasn't had a heart attack and died yet.
Faced with Billy's suggestion, Joey, lost in thought, simply nodded subconsciously, "Mmm~"
Billy, seeing that Superman didn't object, spoke even more animatedly:
"I've even thought of a name for the organization—you, Batman, Cyborg, Starfire, Aquaman, and that annoying Wonder Woman, plus me, seven people in total, let's call it 'The Seven,' no, how about 'The Super Seven'?!"
Joey looked down again, seeing the watchtower buried deep underground in Gotham City, which was much safer than being in space.
He saw another Batman, cloning a new body for Hawkgirl in a biological lab...:
Still distracted, Joey subconsciously chimed in, until Billy uttered the name from her memory:
"Hmm... Huh?!?!"
Joey's reaction startled Billy: "Isn't the name 'The Seven' good enough?"
That's fucking bad!
Billy's unintentional utterance almost brought back all of Joey's unpleasant memories from the previous world.
Billy, a thirteen-year-old kid, just wanted the naming rights to the new organization. Joey thought that as long as the name wasn't too outrageous, he could let Billy have his way.
But the "Super Seven" concept is still a bit too outrageous.
Joey almost effortlessly figured out how to reasonably refuse Billy:
"No, Billy, think about it again. What will we do when we have more new members? Will we change the name every time?"
Based on Joey's current assessment of his small group, the members are clearly not righteous enough, and even less so as to form an alliance.
But let's stick with what's already there—compare 'The Seven' and the name 'Justice League' is pretty good.
A robot from Cyborg flew towards them from a distance, handing each of Joey and Shazam a miniature communicator:
"The communication network is online and the transmission function is ready—your cousin wants to see you."
Ignoring Shazam, who was vomiting from the teleportation, Joey stepped out of the portal and flew off the ground, quickly arriving at the place where Kara was being held.
The outer door of the prison cell has been completely rebuilt with steel, replacing the laser fence with a transparent energy barrier. No one can stick their hand out unless the barrier is overloaded or the power is cut off.
Seeing Kara's current situation in the cell through the barrier, Joey was even more indignant:
"Is someone living a little too comfortably?"
The storage room inside the watchtower also seemed to contain a lot of Kryptonian relics. Starfire dressed Kara in a pure white Kryptonian home outfit.
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a cup of mocha and two chocolate brownies on the floor next to her.
If you ignore the bruise on the left side of his face from Joey's punch, he doesn't look like he's in jail at all!
Kara looked at Joey, who seemed quite uncomfortable, took a bite out of each of the two cakes beside her, and then greeted him insincerely:
"Hi there, Karl El, would you like a slice of cake?"
In Joey's opinion, Kara was somewhat possessive of her food, and besides, even if Kara really wanted to give it to him, Joey wouldn't accept it.
"Cyborg says you want to see me. What do you want to say? Are you going to explain your plan to invade Earth?"
"You can discuss the invasion plan with those Martians. Why bother with such elaborate schemes to conquer a primitive civilization that hasn't even unified the entire planet... ::... Ahem! Wait a minute, Karl, come quick, save us!"
Joey simply watched quietly as Carla covered her neck and put on her exaggerated performance.
For a fleeting moment before using his super vision, Joey genuinely thought that if he could laugh this kid to death, it would be a great achievement for that cake.
"You know Kryptonians have X-ray vision, right?"
Seeing that Joey wasn't fooled this time, Kara swallowed the cake whole and took a small sip of mocha, but her mouth remained unabashedly open:
"You're disgusting, using X-ray vision to look at your own cousin!"
"Can't our communication be a little healthier?"
Even a pig wouldn't be fooled twice by the same trick in a short period of time. This time, no matter what outrageous things Kara spouts, Joey won't fall for it again.
"Spit it out, I'm busy!"
"Busy figuring out how to assemble your little gang to protect the Earth from your own father? You're quite the filial son."
Kara looked at Joey with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. Her cousin clearly hadn't realized the purpose of the Kryptonian army's arrival. Krypton was located in sector 2813, while Earth was located in the adjacent sector 2814. This kind of primitive planet on their doorstep was indeed crucial to Krypton at first.
But with Jor-El temporarily stabilizing Krypton's core and seizing supreme power, life and death were no longer an urgent issue for the Kryptonians.
Having already established a foothold in other sectors, Krypton's leadership had long since removed Earth from its list of high-strategic-value targets.
Karara's initial goal was indeed to conquer the planet, but the current situation makes it feel more like she's on a long vacation.
Even now, being imprisoned by his own cousin is part of the long holiday.
Anyway, I'll be able to return to Krypton in four days.
"Don't be silly. Karl—all military operations are ultimately based on interests. To make this primitive planet truly valuable, it will take at least another twenty years of effort."
For Krypton, even the 391 Martians currently hiding on Earth are more valuable than Earth itself.
"Your father went to such lengths, withdrawing troops from a distant sector back to our doorstep, just for this one primitive planet?"
After Kara said that, Joey suddenly realized that he might have fallen into a blind spot in his thinking:
"No, he couldn't have come just for me, could he?"
Kara rolled her eyes: "My God, you've finally come to your senses! Otherwise, why would he come? You're his only son!"
Otherwise, why was Kara so terrified when she accidentally killed Joey?
If Kal'el were an ordinary Kryptonian fighting against the Empire, Kara could have killed him by accident; at most, she would have written an extra report and submitted it.
But the one who died was his cousin, the only son of Krypton's chief regent Jor-El, which is something that a single report can't cover up.
No Kryptonian wants to face Jor-El's wrath now.
For Joey, who is inhabited by the soul of an Earthling, he has no idea who his biological father, Joe Al, is; in his world, Joe Al is a complete stranger.
For Joe Al, it was a completely different story.
Unlike someone with a large family who has produced twenty-one... no, eighteen sons, and then neglects to raise them, showing no sense of responsibility whatsoever.
Joe Al only had one son, Carl Al.