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Of course, a mere ordinary blade couldn't possibly break through Wonder Woman's armor. It was directly shattered by Wonder Woman's armor, and because its power was too weak, it didn't even produce a spark.
"Damn it! I knew it was a fake Damascus steel knife!" The drunkard stared blankly at his broken blade. After regaining his senses, he actually started complaining about the merchant's fraud.
This is not just about drinking.
They might have taken some.
“You look like you need to go somewhere else to calm down,” Diana sighed helplessly. With a swift sweep of her leg, the drunkard fell to the ground like a rag doll.
"My leg! Wonder Woman knocked my leg away! Aaaaaah! I was supposed to be an athlete, my dream is ruined!" The guy let out a pig-like scream.
He hasn't been wrongly accused yet.
She had even planned out her dreams and sob stories for the interview.
"..."
Diana watched speechlessly as the sneakers flew away.
“Those are just your shoes, and… do you even remember you’re a white man? You should be talking about family and unions.” Wonder Woman had clearly encountered similar situations more than once.
She was even able to give instructions to drunk men who had fallen to the ground.
"Okay, okay."
The drunkard was taken aback.
He was about to change his story and switch to a howling style when, in the next moment, Diana pulled out her Lasso of Truth and quickly tied it around the drunkard's body.
"Oh! Queen? I like it. So I've already robbed some money, can I come to a place like this to enjoy myself? Give me a good beating, but since you're not wearing high heels, I definitely won't give you a tip." The drunkard's thoughts seemed really disjointed; he even mistook himself for some kind of club.
Completely resigned to one's fate.
He then lay flat on the ground.
"..."
Diana was speechless at the drunkard's high. She rolled her eyes, tightened her Lasso of Truth, and was about to test if there was anything wrong with it.
to be frank.
Logically speaking, the Lasso of Truth is a genuine magical artifact, also known as the Magic Lasso or the Hestia's Lasso, a rope that makes the person bound to it tell the truth.
The rope shone with a sacred light.
Once bound, lies have nowhere to hide. The entire Lasso of Truth was made from the belt of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who endowed it with magic and near-indestructibility.
The Lasso of Truth can grow indefinitely according to the user's will, and is so tough that it is almost impossible to destroy; even a nuclear explosion would not have much effect on it.
Even on Doomsday.
In fact, it doesn't possess the ability to easily damage such a divine artifact—of course, if Doomsday can't do it, no one can say for sure that the boy who is even more like Doomsday than Doomsday can't do it either.
“His expectant tone definitely suggests he’s tampered with something, but I don’t know if he succeeded.” Diana felt she now understood Ian’s character. Ignoring the drunkard’s rambling, she directly activated the magic on the Lasso of Truth and asked him a very simple question.
What is your gender?
Perhaps this problem is not so simple.
Diana was actually prepared to hear the answer "armed helicopter".
only.
But something even more outrageous happened next. Faced with this question, the drunkard, who should have shown honesty, instead appeared to be trembling, his eyes rolling wildly.
White foam even appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Just when Diana thought he was about to faint.
The man suddenly shouted in an extremely exaggerated aria.
"Praise be to you! Emperor of all laws! Ruler of truth!"
You are the first ray of light in the morning! You are the most blazing sun at noon!
Your wisdom is as vast as the Milky Way! Your kindness is as boundless as the earth!
May your brilliance illuminate the multiverse! May your name resound throughout all the heavens and realms!
"He is the embodiment of truth, the terminator of falsehood! He gives us revelation, allowing us to glimpse the outline of the future! Each of us should praise Ian, the Emperor of All Laws, ten thousand times every day!"
……
A strange light gleamed in the robber's eyes.
They kept chanting loudly.
At this moment, he was praising "Ian the Emperor of All Laws" incessantly like a fanatic, his exaggerated words and ornate rhetoric sounding like the standard prayer of some cult.
"Oh my God, what did that weirdo do to my lasso?" Diana stared in disbelief at the drunk man who had been robbing an ATM just a moment ago.
The rope was slightly warm in her hands, as if in response to her confusion. Even more terrifying, the praise continued to appear, becoming increasingly absurd and completely different from the previous ones.
"You can manipulate the laws of nature with a single finger! You can reshape reality with a single glance!"
"You are the only true god among billions of parallel universes! All other so-called gods are nothing but mayflies in your dreams!"
……
The more the drunkard recited, the more intoxicated he became.
Diana tightened the noose abruptly.
"Enough! Tell me, who taught you these words?"
She suspected that Ian was remotely controlling the guy through his lasso.
only.
But things weren't that simple. The drunkard's expression suddenly became extremely devout: "It was the truth that manifested itself in my heart. When the sacred golden light enveloped me, I awakened!"
His words elicited a fascinating expression from Diana.
To learn more.
Diana quickly released the lasso binding the drunkard.
next moment.
"Ok?"
The drunkard's face became dazed; he seemed to have regained his senses, but he didn't remember what had just happened. Seeing this, Diana threw the Lasso of Truth at him again.
Ever since.
If you hear the stars weeping—do not be alarmed.
"That's just the King of All Realms taking stock of today's spoils..."
“And we are merely his subjects,”
"A tiny, insignificant speck of happiness."
"Sun! Sun! I am now praising the real sun!"
……
Rednecks have actually started to transform into poets.
It is clear.
The problem only lies with the Lasso of Truth.
Diana felt a wave of dizziness. She finally understood—that incredibly sinister boy had somehow transformed the Lasso of Truth into some kind of "Ian Praise Generator"!
This is why the other party called with high expectations, trying to subtly probe the issue!
"What is all this? Even Zeus couldn't pull this off!" It was clear that Diana was deeply shocked; she even started muttering about her father.
……
The night wind in the metropolis still carried a hint of scorched earth. Clark, holding Ian by the back of his collar like a reluctant cat, slowly landed on the ruins that had once belonged to the Kent family.
Ian's feet had just touched the ground.
He saw his mother, Louise, standing in the wind, her hair disheveled and her expression blank.
"Where is my home?" Louise's voice trembled slightly. "Where is our home?"
She never expected it.
She had been comforting other displaced people, but now she herself had become the one who needed comforting. Everyone knew that during a large-scale disaster, America's so-called home insurance was practically useless; the victims would not receive any compensation but would only be refused or have their insurance canceled.
"And my cosmetics! My jewelry and rings!"
"It's all gone!"
Louise's figure was trembling.
Let alone valuable items.
The desolate ruins before me were devoid of even a single intact brick. A few charred wooden beams lay askew in the earth, resembling some kind of eerie modern art installation.
“It has nothing to do with me. When I left, there were at least a few walls left in the house.” Ian quickly assigned responsibility and rushed into the ruins to start digging.
"Where are my possessions? All my possessions have been stolen! My wet nurse has been stolen too!" Ian was also somewhat flustered, his tone filled with panic and disbelief.
Holding the idol he had just taken from the Hellcat, Jonathan quietly reminded him, "Is it possible that your nanny stole your possessions?"
He also remembered the girl who crawled out of Ian's bedroom and took Ian's things.
Hear the words.
Ian immediately calmed down.
"Oh, that's all. It seems the little punk has woken up. She owes me a lot; she might escape Monday, but she won't escape Tuesday... I'll go to the school tomorrow and confront her."
"And while you're at it, make her admit she owes me a hundred thousand favors." Ian's tone returned to its lightheartedness. He stroked his chin, feeling he needed a special form to record the favors he had given.
Such trivial matters certainly didn't require the use of the Asgardians' brain capacity, so he chose the Asgardians' brains and recorded this information into Thor's brain.
Thor is, after all, the future God-King.
His brain capacity was truly enormous; he himself didn't even need much of it. While Ian was using the new-era hard drive to record, not far away, Clark was also rummaging through the ruins. He dug through a pile of rubble and only found Ian's extravagantly designed laser gun; his own stash of money hidden in the room was nowhere to be found.
Oh.
There were still some ash residues.