Chapter 4535: Brightest Day (I)

Seven days before the sun went out.

J'onn was sitting in the conference hall of the Justice League headquarters. He arrived at 7:30, but it was now 9:00. He was still the only one in the conference hall. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't that he volunteered to come so early, but that Billy's school time was longer than the Justice League's work time, and he had to get up early to send the child to school.

J'onn yawned and threw another Oreo into his mouth. After being with these people in the Justice League for a long time, he also became a bit lazy, thinking that after the meeting, he would go to the lounge to take a nap.

It wasn't until 9:30 that people came one after another. Everyone used yawns to express greetings like "good morning." Only Diana, who was relatively diligent, went to the lounge to make coffee for them, while others said "thank you for your hard work" without even moving their butts.

J'onn looked at Clark with some surprise. Usually at this time, Superman would walk to the lounge, tap Diana on the shoulder, and signal that he would do this work. It might be related to Clark's upbringing; he carried some very simple redneck habits. Simply put, he felt that the old, weak, women, and children needed to be taken care of. When everyone was equally sleepy, it was not good to let women do the work, so he would always take over Diana's work.

Diana didn't like this, but she couldn't beat Clark. And J'onn knew that this was not out of any sexism; Diana was actually just embarrassed to say that the coffee Clark made was always very hot, and not everyone had a super palate like him.

But today, contrary to the norm, Clark was supporting his head with his hand, and those shining blue eyes were flickering. J'onn glanced at him and knew that he had been doing farm work all night last night.

"Is it necessary to be so anxious?" In order not to disturb others who were sleepy, J'onn said in Clark's mind.

"Oh, leave me alone, J'onn. You know, I don't know what kind of trouble that Nekron is going to cause. I have to harvest the barley on the Kent farm first, and then go to Mexico to harvest the corn to avoid them rotting in the ground. It's always like this during the busy farming season. Don't talk about me, H'El is also exhausted."

"Not to that extent, right?" J'onn said with some doubt, "Wouldn't it be harvested after two heat vision blasts?"

"Yes, but cutting down the crops is just the first step. They also need to be dried, threshed, sent for inspection, packaged, and transported. In order to repair the tractor on the Guadalajara mountain road at the right time and transport the crops out before the rain comes, H'El traveled through time and space thirteen times in one day..."

"Then what about Oliver? Is he okay?"

"I don't know, you ask him, but I guess he won't be able to come today. His foot was pricked by a corn stalk. Being a farmer is not that easy."

J'onn immediately connected to Oliver's channel. But Oliver's consciousness was a bit blurry, and he said vaguely: "I won't go. The wound on my foot is a bit inflamed, and I have a fever now. Send me the meeting minutes after the meeting."

J'onn stood up with a "swoosh," but then sat back down. Because Oliver said: "Don't make a big fuss for me, I can just take advantage of this injury to rest for a few days, and I don't have to fight with those damn corn cobs again."

J'onn let out a long sigh. In fact, after the arrival of the Brainiac government, the situation in Mexico had improved a lot. But the problem was that Guadalajara started too late, and it was still a model based on basic agriculture, and the infrastructure had not been fully updated. This led to problems with transportation even with mechanized production.

Because the revolution was too fierce before and the route was a bit off, the public's resistance was very strong, and various conspiracy theories against the Brainiac government were rampant. Although it couldn't harm Brainiac, it definitely affected production. Oliver had to use his influence again to organize the public, and his legs had become thin from running these past two days.

Even as a Martian, J'onn could see that Oliver had great limitations. Compared to those extremely successful revolutionaries, he was not tough enough, lacked courage, and wanted to create a situation where everyone was happy, but he was also an idealist full of self-sacrifice. So even if it was thankless, he still had to do it, which could be said to be the last glory of the off-duty alliance.

However, now that he was also honorably off-duty, there was no one to restrain this group of lazy guys. J'onn had a premonition that they might do something big to avoid work.

Then, just before 10:00, Bruce finally arrived. But fortunately, he wasn't really late. As soon as he arrived, he put a document on the table and said: "This is what I retrieved from the backend system of Heaven. Now it can be confirmed that Nekron is targeting us."

After Bruce paused, he continued: "Considering the losses he suffered in the previous universe, I think he shouldn't use the same method of sowing discord. So my parents and the deceased relatives of everyone present should not be at risk of resurrection."

Everyone let out a long sigh. Diana even roared: "Stop telling such cold jokes!"

"Okay, I'll talk about business," Bruce said, "If he doesn't sow discord, there aren't many methods he can use. Considering that he chose our universe because I look like the most unreliable Batman, he might try a frontal assault."

"Then he really has a discerning eye." Arthur nodded.

"I said it wrong, it should be that he thinks the Justice League of our universe is the most unreliable in the entire multiverse."

"Truly discerning." Diana crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

"Don't say that." Bruce pouted dissatisfiedly and said, "Is there a possibility that our state is reasonable, and the one who dresses up as a bat is the crazy one."

"What do you plan to do?" Clark asked him.

"The so-called frontal assault is nothing more than creating large-scale casualties on Earth and then turning them into zombies to stage a living dead siege. To achieve this, I'm afraid he can only use natural disasters. If you have some knowledge of paleontology, you should understand that the several mass extinctions on Earth were basically caused by temperature changes due to various reasons.

"Changes in Earth's temperature will bring very deadly disasters. The extreme drought caused by the massive volcanic eruption turned the former Pangea supercontinent into a large sandbox. The extreme rainfall over millions of years made animals that had finally adapted to the desert environment at a loss. If it were me, I would exterminate humans by changing the Earth's temperature, just like exterminating those ancient creatures.

"The difference between humans and those ancient creatures is that we chose to develop our brains and then established civilization. This led to the fact that whether it is a volcanic eruption or a meteorite fall, it is difficult to destroy us again. Heating the Earth has become difficult. But if the Earth can be cooled, it will also lead to large-scale casualties.

"The vast majority of Earth's heat comes from the sun. As long as you mess with the sun, you can easily destroy humanity. So I think he might take action against the sun."

Bruce changed a page of the document and continued: "And, because he suffered a big loss on Superman before, extinguishing the sun can also severely damage Superman, so he won't be stingy about doing so."

Diana couldn't help but applaud him and said: "Did you deduce all this?"

"Of course not, I said I read the backend files. Our sun has obvious data anomalies, it should be that he chose the sun as the point of power invasion."

"Next time just say the result," Arthur said, "Mera and I are busy preparing for pregnancy, I have to go later."

"In broad daylight..."

"I'm asking you when is it considered night in the deep sea?" Arthur sighed and said, "And do you think it's that easy for Atlanteans to mate? I'm a half-breed, and I still can't grow a fish tail."

"Then can't you use human form..." Diana said with some curiosity.

"No. Atlanteans need to engage in high-speed pursuit in the sea, letting the seawater constantly wash the reproductive cavity, to enter a state of estrus, and then the sperm and egg can combine. But without a tail, I can't catch up with Mera at all. Not to mention that subsequent mating is required..."

"Atlantis was also a land civilization back then, how did it become so... primitive after sinking into the water?" J'onn asked.

"One is to adapt to the deep-sea environment, and the other is to limit population expansion. The resources on the seabed are too barren to support so many Atlanteans. So the fertility rate has been declining year by year, and the conditions for childbirth have become very harsh." Arthur scratched his head while saying, "Can you believe it? Our children will be eggs when they are born, and I have to hatch them! And it's not certain that they can be hatched!"

"That's not right, then how did your mother and father..."

"If I were a pure-blooded human, I should be able to too. Humans are very special, almost able to mate directly with any life on Earth, and can improve alien bloodlines. But unfortunately, I am a half-breed, neither bloodline is pure, so it became like this."

Diana patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, practice more and it will be fine. If it really doesn't work, anyway, they are all eggs, asking someone else for one to hatch is no different."

"That won't work, I have to continue my human bloodline so that my descendants can be strong enough."

J'onn listened to the gradually off-topic conversation, cleared his throat and said: "Let's talk about Nekron. If he intends to take action against the sun, what should we do?"

"If his power erupts from the inside, then putting on a shield doesn't seem to be of any use." Diana thought and said, "Then how to stop him?"

"Why do we have to stop him?" Bruce asked back, "This is a great opportunity."

"What do you mean?" Everyone looked at him.

"Don't you think they are annoying?"

"You mean Nekron? This guy is hiding his head and showing his tail, he is indeed annoying enough. It's simply ugly people doing strange things." Arthur said.

"Not just Nekron, but also Darkseid who is cooperating with him, and those Batmen. We can't control how they fight in the multiverse. But why do they have to come and disrupt our lives?"

This remark really spoke to everyone's heart. In fact, it wasn't that they didn't care about the multiverse, otherwise they wouldn't have contacted other counterparts. But they also had their own lives. It's fine to actively save the universe when working, but you can't disturb our private lives after work, can you have some sense of boundaries?

It's like you are negotiating a business with a client, but the client and colleagues come to your home on the weekend. Not to mention working overtime, just invading private space like this, is it a bit too impolite?

And they weren't idle. There was so much work to do inside and outside the house, land to farm, children to give birth to, technology to develop, and magic to research. The Brainiac they invited was thought to be a nanny who could help with work, but in fact, it was a parent who was good at inventing housework, and they were ordered around even after returning home on vacation. They were already very tired, and outsiders still wanted to smash the place. Every time they opened their eyes, they wanted to swing on a swing in the room.

Everyone complained for a while and looked at Bruce one after another. Everyone knew that this guy had ghost ideas, and it would be best to give this group of people a hard one, so that all the righteous and villains in the multiverse would know that they were not to be trifled with. This could greatly reduce the workload in the future.

"I have an idea," Bruce snapped his fingers and said, "I guarantee they will never dare to commit crimes again in the future." ===== CHAPTER 4536 =====