What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Suddenly, the train's public address system came on.

"Welcome aboard the last train to hell. This train is heading to the stations of 'Fear,' 'Despair,' and 'Madness.' Passengers, please do not disembark, or you will be left forever in the 'Blank Land.'"

"Next stop—Criminal Alley." The train began to accelerate, and the scenery outside the window changed rapidly—Upon hearing this, Thomas's breath hitched, and painful memories of the past flooded his mind.

He saw Bruce, standing on the street with his face covered in blood and his eyes vacant. He saw Martha, lying in a pool of blood, still clutching a necklace in her hand.

He saw Gotham engulfed in flames, the city wailing. Every frame was like a knife piercing his heart, and for some reason, it kept appearing on his face.

At last.

In the eerie scene.

The train stopped.

The car door opens.

Outside was nothingness.

He was pushed out.

"Daddy! Daddy! I want milk!"

outside.

Bruce, who was not exactly young, opened his blood-red mouth.

What else can Thomas do?

Offering oneself to the demon is nothing more than this.

……

Thomas dies and is resurrected time and again. He struggles to survive in the "Strange Tales of Rules," suffers the torment of memories on the "Death Train," is surrounded by whispers in the "Silent Library," and is forced to reenact his own death in the "Crimson Theater." With each reincarnation, his appearance becomes more tragic.

After countless cycles of reincarnation, Thomas finally collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again. His soul was shattered, and his will was on the verge of collapse.

But he still didn't give up. He thought of Bruce, he thought of Gotham, he thought of the gunshots that night, and he spoke his thoughts aloud.

In the distance, a pair of eyes were silently watching him. It was the Three Palace Demon, who sat on his high throne, observing coldly, and then laughing loudly with a cacophony of crocodile cries.

“Torture this man severely, make his suffering even greater.” The Demon King Sangoon sat on his throne, sculpted from countless souls, gazing down at the projected image of Hell Paradise. In the image, Thomas Wayne was chained to a rack made of flesh and blood, his limbs stretched to their limits.

Every breath felt like it was tearing his soul apart.

But his gaze remained firm.

“He has endured all the punishments of hell,” the Duke of Hell whispered. “Burning flames, soul stripping, repeated memories, death cycles… he has survived them all.”

"Really? What an interesting mortal."

A cruel smile crept across Sangumo's lips. Not cruel enough, he manually tugged at the corners of his mouth, making them widen and appear somewhat sinister.

“This mortal has successfully piqued my interest. He has thirty-six abs. Interesting. Let him come to see me.” Finally, the Demon King decided to meet Thomas Wayne in person.

The chains rattled as Thomas was dragged onto the main hall. His body was riddled with holes and his soul was broken, but his back remained straight and his eyes were still full of determination.

A cold rage settled in his grey-blue eyes.

"Don't like me? Come and hit me! That's how vicious I, the Three Palace Demon, am!"

The Demon King sat on his throne, his six arms embracing several alluring demonesses. He was like a fallen king, with women on his left and right, looking down at this mortal soul.

"I cannot defeat you, but my son can."

Thomas's voice was hoarse, but his tone was firm.

"Little Bruce Wayne, laughable, laughable. He's like an insect. I could scare him to death with just one glare. If he's so capable, let him come right up to me and face my power!"

The Three Palace Demons laughed loudly, their tone full of disdain, their laughter shaking the hall and causing dust to fall.

“My son doesn’t need to lift a finger. He just needs to live well. The one you need to worry about is me. One day, I will have the power to defeat you.”

Thomas Wayne announced loudly.

“Tell me, you ant, what makes you so hard to swallow, like a moldy biscuit?” Sangu Ma asked, leaning down in a very distinctive translator’s tone.

Lava liquor dripped at Thomas's feet, scorching them and leaving black marks.

“It’s family, it’s kinship.” Thomas Wayne’s eyes flickered, revealing a rare hint of reality. “If I endure all the suffering, my children will not suffer in the future. When I have the power to control the entire hell, my son will be able to feel the familiar warmth if he unfortunately falls there in the future.”

As soon as these words came out.

The three demons clapped their hands simultaneously with all six arms, as if enjoying a good show.

“Excellent! I admire this quality in you!” He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. “Therefore, I have decided to reward you—I am going to marry you off to the Bat who laughs.”

"That dark god of the multiverse is worth my court. Xiaoqian, no, I mean Tomos, Thors, damn it, this mouth of yours is really hard to use. Anyway, I, San Gong Mo, have been working myself to the bone for you, you should thank me properly."

Sangu Demon spoke earnestly.

"Who are you talking about?"

Thomas's expression changed drastically.

"That's my strategic partner. If you follow him, you'll have endless good fortune, and I can also use this alliance to conquer heaven and drag Gabriel and Michael to clean toilets."

“Yes, that’s how powerful I, Sangu Demon, am.” Sangu Demon rubbed his hands excitedly and started to manipulate Thomas, but Thomas gritted his teeth.

"But I'm just a man!"

Thomas covered his face, but still managed to say those words.

"It's alright. The Bat of Laughter likes men. Only with you can it evolve into the Bat of Laughter." Sangu Demon chuckled, as if discussing something perfectly ordinary.

“Oh, don’t act like some naive Puritan! I love your kind of old-fashioned, weathered gentleman.” Sangu Mako’s words were laced with a forced, affected tone.

"No!"

Thomas finally lost control, and the chains rattled as he struggled against them.

You might as well kill me!

He was roaring and howling.

San Gongmo suddenly turned cold and grabbed his chin.

“Think of your child, Thomas. If you refuse…” His nails dug into the other’s skin, “I’ll drag Bruce to hell and make him marry the Laughing Man in your place.”

Hear the words.

Thomas's pupils contracted violently again.

next second.

This most elegant capitalist in Gotham unleashed the most vulgar insult of his life.

"Go to hell! You disgusting, rotten, son of a bitch, lying worm, the lowest maggot in hell!! You rotten flesh that even the dogs of hell wouldn't want to bite!"

"You'll be torn to shreds by the Emperor of All Laws! I swear to God, I'll kick your ass hard! I'll shove my... my wife's high heels up your ass!"

Thomas didn't know how he could have roared out such words.

The veins on his neck were truly visible, a testament to his deep emotions.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The wine glass of the Three Palace Demon froze in mid-air, and the succubi collectively gasped in shock.

“Are you done?”

The demon narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Aren't you angry?"

Thomas Wayne asked.

"How could I not be angry? I am the giant baby of hell!" The Three Palaces Demon suddenly sprang up, smashing the throne with all six arms at the same time, and magma gushed out from the crack in the ground like champagne.

"Drag this champagne-spitting bastard to the dressing room!" The demon was furious, jumping around like a clown. "I want to see him in a diamond-studded wedding dress!"

Anyway, his image looks pretty bad.

All the demons trembled in fear.

“I will not agree! I absolutely will not! I love my wife! I will not marry a man!” Thomas Wayne’s neck veins were more than just bulging.

His whole body was covered in bulging veins.

"Go and bring Bruce Wayne to me!"

The demon of the Three Palaces was furious.

Six arms slammed onto the table simultaneously, sending dust flying through the hall once more. His crimson vertical pupils burned with furious flames as he barked orders at the Duke of Hell beside him.

"Ok."

The Duke of Hell bowed slightly and turned to leave.

"and many more!!"

Thomas looked up abruptly, his voice hoarse and dejected.

"I'll marry him!! I'll marry him!"

His fingers gripped the chain so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to crush even this last vestige of dignity in his palm.

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Trigon slowly narrowed his eyes, crossed his six arms in front of his chest, and looked at the former King of Gotham with great interest.

"For your child?"

"Yes."

Thomas's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it had been scorched a thousand times by the flames of hell. His eyes were red, and a single tear slid down his cheek, evaporating into mist on the scorching ground.

"very good."

Sangokuma smiled with satisfaction and gestured for the Duke of Hell to step down.

"Make up our bride! I, the Triple Demon, will personally escort her to her wedding!" He waved his hand, and a little devil stepped forward and led Thomas Wayne directly into the dressing room.

“God! Is this damn corset trying to murder me?” Thomas was pinned down in front of the dressing table, where the devilish tailor was measuring his waist with a barbed tape measure.

“Bear with it, sir,” the tailor sighed. “Master Kuangxiao specifically instructed that it should have a wasp waist design. Master Sangongmo suggested that you put countless needles in this wedding dress to prick your buttocks.”

Feminization occurred in one place.