CHAPTER 42

"Huh? This..."

Lex Luthor, completely baffled by Super Poopman's question, felt his super-genius brain somewhat glitch.

He turned his head, his expression a bit strange as he looked at Superman and asked, "Your brother?"

At this time, the Kryptonian General Zod had not yet begun his invasion of Earth. Aliens still only existed in textbooks. The citizens of Metropolis, as well as Lex Baldy, still perceived Superman as merely a very powerful superpowered individual.

Superman's expression was also one of bewilderment; his super brain was truly just a decoration at this moment: Could there be other Kryptonians on Earth? But Father's phantom AI said I should be the only Kryptonian on Earth... Could it be a Superman imitator?

He answered honestly, "No, I don't know him. I'm an only child; I don't have any brothers."

Lex Luthor's gaze swept back and forth. The similar height, similar hairstyle, similar outfits, and this similar penchant for having letters on their chests.

"Are you sure? Then why is he dressed just like you? Could it be a half-brother you don't know about?"

Lex Luthor suddenly thought of his recently found half-sister, Lena. He had also been baffled during their first meeting.

Was Superman about to have an on-site family reunion?

Superman himself knew he was an alien and couldn't possibly have an Earthling brother, no matter how similar they looked.

"Perhaps, he's an admirer of mine... imitating me..."

Superman, affected by Kryptonite, also couldn't determine the other's strength.

Now, without the aid of his superpowers, his super vision was unusable; he couldn't even clearly see the symbol on the other's battlesuit.

His judgment of the other's strength was based on the restroom that had suddenly exploded just now, right under Super Poopman's feet. Only a pile of ruins remained there.

To be able to easily destroy a building, his strength should not be weak! And he can also fly. Dressed like that, even if he's pretending to be Superman, no one would recognize him.

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The atmosphere at the scene was very strange. Super Poopman, floating in the sky, saw that the mood was about to turn cold. He felt an inexplicable urge; he couldn't let the whole place cool down.

Thus, he uttered his next sentence:

"Never mind the paper; there are only a few minutes left anyway."

"Hey, baldy over there, let go of that Superman! Let me handle him!"

Lex Luthor, being taunted on the spot, felt veins bulge on his forehead.

In all his life, he had never met such an arrogant person!

"It seems this newcomer Superman is very arrogant! Fuck, so what if you have hair! So what if you can fly! I'd like to see how long you can be arrogant!"

Lex raised the remote control in his hand, aiming it at Super Poopman in the sky.

Simultaneously, all the Kryptonite lasers on the speech stage also turned to aim at him and, at the same time, fired green lasers at him.

Super Poopman was instantly bathed in green light, from head to toe. A large amount of Kryptonite radiation permeated his entire body.

Then, following an inner desire to perform, as if possessed by an award-winning actor, he slowly descended from the sky. His expression was pained and fearful as he said:

"Ah!!! Could this be, could this be the Kryptonite ray! The ray that can turn Superman into a useless weakling, aaargh!!!"

Superman: "Uh... is it really that exaggerated? It's just that your strength disappears instantly. When I was hit by this light, I didn't have so much to say."

...Lex Luthor was waiting for this. Seeing another Superman suffer a setback, he burst out laughing:

"Ahahahaha! Aren't you Superman? Fly up again for me to see! You curly-haired fool impersonating Superman! So what if you have hair, you're just as stupid as Superman!"

Superman, who also had curly hair beside him, was speechless again. Luthor's pettiness was quite impressive.

Just as Lex Luthor was feeling smug, Super Poopman, who had a pained expression, suddenly dropped the act and said with a smile:

"Just kidding!"

As everyone knows, a smile is eternal; it doesn't disappear, it merely transfers.

The smile on Lex Luthor's face transferred to Super Poopman's face: "Ahahahaha, Kryptonite rays are useless against me!"

Lex Luthor's expression instantly changed: Shock! Terror! Disbelief!

He was pressing the remote control in his hand so hard it was almost smoking. The intensity of the Kryptonite rays had already been turned up to maximum!

"Why!!! This shouldn't be! Aren't you supposed to be lying on the ground unable to move!!!"

Super Poopman curled his lip disdainfully:

"Tch, who told you I'm an ordinary Superman? I'm Super Poopman, okay!"

Superman: "..." What's an ordinary Superman... Could there be unordinary Supermen?

Lex Luthor's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He wanted to lash out but didn't know what to say. His intellect told him that if he was too arrogant at this moment, he would be beaten to death. This opponent clearly wasn't playing by the rules, not as easy to fool as Superman.

Super Poopman ignored Lex Luthor's emotional breakdown and instead began to introduce himself, much like a long-suppressed IT tycoon introducing his newly developed software:

"Although I have super strength, super speed, a body of steel, laser eyes... my superpower intensity is about the same as an ordinary Superman's."

"But, didn't you see that the place I came out of was a restroom!"

"I'm usually just an ordinary IT coder, as mundane as any ordinary person. But when someone needs me, I'll rush into the restroom first thing. As long as I've finished pooping, I become Super Poopman!"

He rambled on for a long time, completely derailing everyone's train of thought. What on earth was this? The crowd heard him but didn't understand a thing!

They instinctively turned their heads, their gazes shifting to the equally baffled Superman.

"Ah, this..." Superman couldn't help but feel like he was being indirectly insulted.

Although he occasionally slacked off at work, running to the restroom to change clothes before going to save people, he would absolutely never go to the restroom to poop!

He knew his own situation; his powerful body could absorb food very efficiently, rarely leaving any waste.

But, how could the other party have such an absurd setting!

Super Poopman, who had been giving a passionate speech, saw that no one was paying attention to him and that everyone was looking at Superman. He instantly lost interest and stopped his speech.

"Ahem, back to the topic. Baldy over there, let go of that Superman! Otherwise, I'm going to make a move! My speed is very fast; I can fly over and beat you down in a second!"

To demonstrate his speed, he took one second to snatch Lex Luthor's remote control and return to his original spot. In the eyes of the citizens, it was as if he hadn't moved at all.

Lex Luthor: Is this person insane? With such power, why waste so many words? And, which eye of yours saw me grabbing Superman? I'll sue you for slander!

...Lex Luthor, his body being very honest, raised his hands to prevent being hit.

Superman: "Thank you, uh... impersonator... But I still have to remind you, hitting people is wrong."

Super Poopman couldn't be bothered to listen. His body, standing on the ground, suddenly swayed again.

Those light guns emitting green rays all lost their effectiveness after Super Poopman swayed.

Superman felt his strength suddenly returning and rapidly increasing. He stood straight again, his muscles tensing once more.

Lex Luthor was aghast. How did the Kryptonite energy guns malfunction!

Didn't that mean Superman was about to recover!

Lois noticed Superman's change and happily let go of his arm!

All the Kryptonite on the speech stage had already been taken by Super Poopman.

The items had all been placed inside the "Tomb of the Living Dead" base. That Kryptonite, no matter what, could no longer affect this area.

Without the restraint of Kryptonite, Superman's recovery speed was terrifyingly fast. In just a few short seconds, he could deploy his internal bio-field and fly steadily.

He pushed off with both feet, creating a sonic boom, and with a whoosh, shot up into the sky.

He broke through the cloud layer, directly facing the sunlight. The sun's rays eliminated all negative states; Superman had recovered.

He then flew back to the speech stage.

This time, however, he was much more cautious. He first used his X-ray vision to scan the area, landing in a safe zone that he could see through.

The tables had turned.

Lex Luthor felt mentally exhausted. This was clearly supposed to be his home ground; he should have been victorious!

It was all because of this superpowered individual who had suddenly popped out.

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"Very good. Since Superman, you've escaped, then I'll be leaving first! I'm in a hurry!"

Super Poopman gave a greeting and was about to fly away.

Superman, with a flash, appeared in front of him and said with a smile, "Can we talk?"

"No, I'm in a hurry. Farewell!"

Bang!

Accompanied by the sound of a terrifying sonic boom, Super Poopman had already disappeared!

Superman's pupils contracted. Just now, he too could only see an afterimage!

The other party was actually faster than him!

When he turned his head, wanting to give chase, the other party was already gone!

"His speed is actually faster than mine! What an impressive imitator!"

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"Damn it, the trusty watch's usage time still has five minutes left! Five minutes, I can't waste it!"

Super Poopman's transformation time was almost up.

However, even if it was only five minutes, one should not underestimate his abilities as a Superman!

He spent one minute completely understanding all the computer knowledge in Metropolis!

Including: computer hardware, computer functions, software design, hardware design, intelligent AI... and so on, a huge pile of knowledge.

He then spent another minute "treasure hunting" for free in major electronic junkyards, using his laser eyes to hand-craft parts, and assembled a computer that was top-of-the-line for this period.

Immediately after, he utilized his IT coder's professional talent and, with the remaining time, created the AI system for this computer and installed it.

Just in time!

Beep-beep-beep-beep... Bang!

Super Poopman transformed back into Max.

Before he could even stuff this supercomputer, which was over five meters tall, into the "Tomb of the Living Dead"...

...The vast knowledge feedback from Super Poopman preferentially entered his brain.

"Hiss! Ah!!!"

In an instant, a huge amount of computer knowledge was squeezed into his brain, so much that Max's brain felt like it was swelling and aching!

His heart received a distress signal from his brain. Electric Current Propulsion activated defensively, his heartbeat accelerated, and all the electric current in his body rushed towards his brain, energizing it!

His brain was rapidly strengthening, desperately trying to retain that vast knowledge. His brain was constantly getting stronger through a cycle of destruction and growth!

Max instantly felt both pain and itching! It felt like his brain was growing!

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Super Poopman's appearance blew up the public discourse.

Headlines: "Turns Out, Superman Needs to Poop Before Saving People!", "Shocking! Superman Poops and Doesn't Wash His Hands, and Possibly Has No Paper!", "Shocking, the Fake Superman, Taken Down by One Shot!", "Picture Proof, Superman Has a Brother!", "Luthor CEO Announces: Immediate Development of Hair Growth Tonic to Escape Baldness Troubles!"

In just one afternoon, newspapers with such news were flying everywhere.

In this incident, no one ended up happy.

Lex Luthor was fooled by the newly appeared Superman.

Metropolis's Superman was fooled by Lex Luthor.

Lois Lane indirectly helped Lex Luthor fool Superman.

And that mysterious Superman calling himself Super Poopman, he blew up LexCorp's public restroom. Those ruins had now become a check-in spot for reporters; almost every newspaper had a photo of these ruins.

The citizens of Metropolis were the real winners; in just one day, they had seen so much entertainment and eaten so much gossip.

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LexCorp Headquarters.

Lex Luthor smashed his third computer.

He simply couldn't take it anymore!

First, it was that Yellow Bird that didn't show up, then it was that damned Super Poopman!

He was supposed to ride on the fame of the Yellow Bird and Superman, becoming the most successful businessman in all of Metropolis today! And then, with a bit of maneuvering, become the spiritual leader of Metropolis!

But now, all over Metropolis, there were newspapers filled with stories making fun of him!

He felt angry and humiliated!

So, he locked himself in his office, frantically smashing things around, venting the frustration in his heart—in short, a temporary, impotent rage.

"Knock knock!"

A knock came from the office door.

"I said, don't bother me right now! Let me calm down by myself!"

"It's me, Lex."

The voice from outside the door was Lena Luthor's.

"Lena? What is it?"

Lex reined in his temper somewhat, waiting for her to state her reason.

"I think I've found something very interesting. You should be very interested!"

"Listen, Lena Luthor, I don't want to see anything right now, nor will I have any interest! All I want right now is quiet!"

"Oh? Alright then. I originally found a common point between the Yellow Bird and that Super Poopman. Since you're not interested, then forget it."

Bang! The office door was violently pulled open. Lex Luthor, looking somewhat unhinged, blocked Lena Luthor.

"What common point?!"

Lena smiled smugly. Seeing Lex Luthor so flustered was a rare sight.

"Not going to invite me in and then pour me a glass of water?"

Lex resisted the urge to hit someone, pulled Lena into the office, and personally made her a cup of coffee.

Lena didn't waste any time either. She took out two phones, each displaying a character model. She handed the phones to Lex Luthor.

"Look carefully, their common point."

Lex's eyes widened, staring deadly at these two infuriating characters. Finally, he saw the common point!

That hourglass-like symbol!

Lena sipped her coffee leisurely and inquired, "Hehe, Lex, I win this time!"

Lex Luthor merely responded perfunctorily:

"Ah, right, right, right, you win."