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Diana was dressed in a white dress in the style of ancient Rome, sitting quietly at his side, with an ancient golden harp placed on her knee. She looked like a nymph, serving the gods on Mount Olympus.
Her slender fingers plucked the harp strings, producing a melodious sound that echoed through the hall like the gentle flow of a river.
In the palace, on the throne, David sat comfortably with his eyes closed, his fingers tapping to the rhythm.
"You seem unusually happy today?" Diana asked with hesitance in her voice, as she looked at David while continuing to play the harp.
During this time, David's life as the King of Amazons had not been very enjoyable in Diana's eyes. In her view, it seemed very monotonous. Watching the Amazons dance every day and letting her learn to play the harp a few days ago, she didn't think it had much excitement.
Especially today, there was nothing special happening, so why was he in such a good mood?
[Template Fusion is at 95%]
"Is it not allowed?" David replied without opening his eyes.
Of course, He had a reason to be happy, but he didn't feel like sharing it with Diana.
The integration level of the Black King template had already exceeded 90%. If he were to fight Ares now, he wouldn't need to exert much effort at all.
He no longer had to accumulate divine power through a prolonged battle just for one or two moves, and he could now kill him faster and much more efficiently.
'What will the next template be? This trip to Paradise Island wasn't in vain,' David mused, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Of course, the most crucial factor was that he made the right decision to conquer the Amazons. With their constant supply of emotional points, his template integration speed had accelerated dramatically, like switching from a bicycle to a motorcycle and racing ahead.
'I Remember, there is another extraordinary race on this planet with an equally long history and a much larger population."
David thought as he narrowed his eyes.
Diana, as a child of the Heavenly Father, was far superior in various aspects compared to ordinary people, and in less than a month, her dancing had reached a level that even the pickiest choreographer could find no fault with.
So, David had her start learning the harp and, at the same time, subjected her to the boring torture of watching the Amazons, who had no talents beyond combat, dance every day.
As Diana played the harp, her face wore a complex expression as she looked at the figure on the throne.
After returning to Paradise Island, she couldn't help but inquire about her past, why Ares had known about her long ago, and why he had called her a weapon left by Zeus to deal with him.
Why she was the daughter of Zeus, something her mother had never told her.
Hippolyta had to reluctantly reveal the hidden truth she had kept for years. When the gods were killed by Ares and had to leave this world, Diana was the only one left in her stomach.
Zeus had appointed Diana to be the one to kill Ares, giving her a series of divine artifacts that no other child of his was given.
But Hippolyta didn't believe her daughter was better than Ares, the God of War who had slaughtered the gods of Mount Olympus.
"My daughter, being the daughter of the Heavenly Father means nothing. Ares is the son of the God-King and the Queen of Heaven, and he possesses one of the strongest divinities."
Hippolyta's face was filled with bitterness as she mentioned this.
So, for all these years, she had been reluctant to part with her daughter and hadn't told her daughter about this. If it weren't for David's arrival, she might have waited until Ares found Paradise Island out of desperation.
"Thank you," Diana said softly, her fingers still playing the harp, breaking the silence.
David was confused by this sudden comment, puzzled as he turned to her. "Thank me for what?"
"For killing Ares and preventing him from causing wars and harm to others in the world. That was supposed to be my mission."
She looked into the distance, remembering the day of her battle with Ares.
Diana had always aspired to be fearless, like the heroes of Greek mythology, but she was not unafraid of death. In hindsight, she wondered if she would have fought as she did that day if she had known the outcome.
Even without that demon from hell, she likely wouldn't have been a match for Ares.
"Without you, I might have been deceived into putting down the Sword of Vulcan, losing the only weapon that could threaten him. The result would have been uncertain..."
Diana leaned towards the belief that she would have likely been deceived into losing the Godslayer, and perished at the hands of her half-brother, born of the same father but a different mother.
"Don't underestimate your potential. Even without me, you might have been able to kill Ares," David remarked casually.
There was still untapped potential within Diana's bloodline, as a child of Zeus should possess more than just a powerful body. Though originally in the storyline, Diana had the power to defeat Ares due to the pilot who died in front of her during that battle, now who knows where that pilot was now.
'The Atlanteans...'
Diana shook her head, showing her disagreement, while David silently contemplated.
He wasn't in a hurry; Atlantis was underwater and couldn't escape anyway. It had been almost a month since he left home, and it was time to return.
'I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing. Has Clark adjusted well to his job as a reporter assistant?'
Of course, he was also curious about something else: whether Clark had met Lois Lane and if any sparks had flown between them.
After all, it was widely known that in almost every world, the Son of Krypton and Lois Lane were a pair.
...
"Let's make it final. In celebration of our successful deal, how about having a drink with me at the Blue River Restaurant?" An elderly man with white hair tugged on his tie, satisfied with the businessman who had just completed a large order.
The short Mediterranean businessman had cold sweat on his forehead, his face turned pale. He felt uneasy, sitting there, staring at several men who looked more like mob hitmen than bodyguards.
Looking at his appearance, there was absolutely no sign of happiness. He swallowed hard.
"No, Mr. Glenn Morgan, I've never been much of a drinker."
At this moment, he had no desire to stay here any longer. He just wanted to escape from this man who, in the eyes of the outside world, was a philanthropist and had been awarded the title of Mr. Metropolis by the government. He wanted to get out of this oppressive room.
The eyes of these people made him feel like a rabbit about to be torn apart by wild beasts at any time.
"This is my invitation."
Glenn Morgan, who had just been wearing a smile, had a slightly darkened expression. When he was happy, someone had dared to snub him off in public, despite this person having just brought him tens of millions of dollars in profits from their business deal.
Several thug-like bodyguards had cold expressions, taking a step closer.
The short businessman was shaking like a sieve, terrified and at a loss for what to do.
Suddenly!
A tall figure leaped into the room from upstairs, broke through the window, and with shattered glass, entered the room with an unstoppable momentum.
"Who are you?
Damn it, this is the twenty-ninth floor!"
Glass shards were flying, and the group of bodyguards in the room couldn't help but panic, thinking of the person reported by the Daily Planet.
"Superman, is it Superman?
Is the news from the Daily Planet true?"
Red cape, blue t-shirt, the "S" symbol on his chest... As their eyes shifted, a trace of panic appeared.
Legend had it that the vigilante of Metropolis was faster than a speeding train, could jump higher than a bird, and his body could withstand bullets.
"Superman?"
Hearing the cries of the people, Clark's face showed a strange expression.
He knew that this was the nickname Lois Lane had given him, although he hadn't met the determined female reporter in person.
But he had another identity that had already intersected with this person, which made him feel a little strange.
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