Chapter 353 Peter: Call me Master! Leila: Okay, Grandpa!

"Damn it!"

Looking up at the red sunlight shining from the ceiling of the prison, Injustice Superman felt that he was surrounded by weakness and powerlessness.

If he was irradiated by the red sun, he would lose all his abilities.

Needless to say, this is the cage Batman made to imprison himself.

He should have prepared for many years in advance, and now he finally got what he wanted!

"Damn it! Leila, Lois, are you there?"

He hammered the glass wall hard, but no one responded to him.

Finally, Superman sat down weakly and decadently.

Did the dreamlike bubble finally burst?

Covering his forehead, the huge pain attacked his whole body like a shadow.

The shadow that tightly wrapped him almost made him breathless.

"Dad."

Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded outside.

Hearing this voice, Superman turned around abruptly.

It turned out that the person standing in front of him was his daughter in his dream!

Leila was wearing a blue Superman uniform with a red cape behind her.

She has short black hair and blue eyes as gentle and beautiful as Louise.

Looking at Leila who was smiling at him, Superman was stunned.

"Leila?!"

He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Isn't this a dream?"

"Of course not, Dad, we are all in reality. Although I just left the Antarctic expedition team and found that my world has changed a lot when I woke up, people always have to adapt to new life. You told me before."

Leila stretched her hand on the glass wall, trying to convey something to Superman inside.

"Grandpa Peter said, just treat it as a dream, wake up, and return to the real world. Oh, sorry, Grandpa said that I can't call him grandpa, I have to call him master."

Leila smiled slyly, "I guess if he is called grandpa, he will feel like an old man."

Leila, created by Peter using most of the magic of the ruby, has the same personality as Leila in Superman's dream, and has all the memories of the dream world.

But she didn't know that she was a nightmare creature, and subconsciously thought that she was still a Kryptonian.

For Peter, who created her, she was ignorant and full of attachment and longing, and she would subconsciously obey Peter's orders in her heart.

Although Leila now doesn't understand why she has such a strange feeling about her grandfather.

"But it's really bad. I had a dream. Everything in the dream was vivid, but the memory of reality became blurred."

Leila took a deep breath and a frustrated expression appeared on her face.

Superman looked at Leila blankly, and a ray of sunshine suddenly shone into his desperate heart.

He didn't expect that Peter could really pull Leila from the dream world to reality.

The existence that should have been a mirage has become a real reality!

Looking through the glass, seeing his daughter's gentle and pure blue eyes, he suddenly felt that the god of fate was finally willing to give him alms.

"Lila, it's great to see you."

"Me too, Dad."

"I used to think that if I had a boy, I would name him Joe, and if it was a girl, I would name him Leila."

"Oh, I finally know where my name came from. I thought it was given by my mother."

Superman put his hands on the glass wall, letting his hands face Leila through the glass.

"Lila, your mother was taken away from me. We should have had a child, we should have had you. I overreacted to this and lost myself."

Superman said to Leila with regret: "I made an irreparable mistake."

"I know, Dad."

Lila also became sad.

Her blue eyes were filled with sadness, "I know what happened in Metropolis. My mother died for it, and countless people died in the explosion."

"In the dream, the tragedy was prevented by my grandfather, but reality is not as perfect as dreams. There are the most beautiful things there, but reality is the cruelest nightmare."

Lila tried to smile at her father in her sad mood.

"But I can change, Dad, and you can change too. New determination can grow from grief. We can do more for this world, make it less tragic, and create a world where lunatics, villains, and tyrants no longer hurt people."

"We can reverse the climate crisis, and we can stop those unnecessary wars."

Lila's eyes were filled with hope that Superman could clearly see, "I belong to this world, and I can use my power to help it."

As she spoke, she looked down at the "S" mark on her chest.

"This sign should have been a symbol of hope, a symbol that would raise hope in the hearts of those who saw it, but when I was on the street just now, people saw it on my chest, and their faces showed fear instead. This shouldn't have happened."

With sadness in her eyes, she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

"Hope should not become fear."

Looking at his daughter's sad expression, Superman blamed himself and apologized to her, "I'm sorry, Leila."

He was silent for a moment, and said to Leila: "The Godfather is right, the world needs a Superman, Leila, you can replace me, you can do better, you have the power to change everything."

The imprisoned Unjust Superman suddenly calmed down.

"Go, Leila, you shouldn't stay here, the outside world needs you more."

Superman raised his head and looked at his daughter with relief, "You will always be my pride and Lois's pride."

"Dad."

A trace of pity flashed in Leila's eyes.

She knew that her father had made a mistake and must be punished here.

Although she wanted to release her father, she knew she couldn't do it.     Not to mention that Grandpa Peter disagreed, even if Grandpa agreed, she couldn't do such a thing as jailbreaking.

In the dream world, Uncle Bruce made a mistake and was willing to be imprisoned.

Now if my father made a mistake, he would be like Uncle Bruce.

I can't trample on the laws and order of this world.

Exhaling deeply, Leila put her hand on the glass and faced Superman tightly.

"I love you, Dad!"

"Swoosh!"

After saying goodbye to her father, Leila flew out of the prison.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and dripped onto the ground.

Watching his daughter's back as she left, a complex expression appeared on the face of the Unjust Superman.

Metropolis.

Lyra's red cape fluttered as she flew in the air, looking down at the city that was completely different from the one in her dream.

The metropolis in the dream had not been hit by a nuclear bomb, and everything was so beautiful.

The real metropolis was destroyed by the Joker's nuclear bomb.

Although the city has been rebuilt now, she seems to be able to hear the people crying here before.

"This place is so similar to the city in my dream, the people are similar, the place is similar, but I can feel the difference."

Whispering to herself, Lyra closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the city air.

"The air is a little fresher."

Opening her arms, Lyra stretched her slender and healthy limbs to her heart's content.

"If I have the ability to stretch, if I can let go of the barrier in my heart."

Stopping her flying posture, Lyra closed her eyes and quietly felt the breath of the city.

"I can hear it."

Suddenly, Lyra's blue eyes suddenly opened.

She heard screams from the street.

"Ahhhhh! Help!"

Hearing the cry for help, Leila's expression became serious, and she immediately flew in the direction of the sound.

On the rooftop of a residential building, a boy of several years old was holding the railing of the rooftop with his feet hanging in the air, struggling desperately.

Although he had been trying to climb up, he finally lost his strength and his hands fell off the railing, falling straight to the ground.

Standing on the rooftop, the mother who didn't have time to rescue screamed, "No! My child!"

At the critical moment, Leila's figure turned into a blue lightning and flew towards the falling boy.

"Catch you!"

With a "dong", Leila gently hugged the falling boy.

Hovering in the air, she said to the stunned boy: "Don't play on the rooftop next time. It's very dangerous, understand?"

The boy nodded blankly.

Holding the boy who was not sure whether he was scared or stunned, he flew to his mother's side.

Leila handed the boy in her arms to the other party, "Here you go, ma'am."

"Bobby, my child, so good, you're fine."

Taking the child from Leila, the mother thanked her excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, if it weren't for you, Bobby would have been in trouble, you are such a good person."

With tears in her eyes, the mother kissed the child and thanked Leila.

But the next second, the mother looked up and saw the "S" logo on Leila's chest, and was stunned.

Looking up at Leila standing outside the rooftop, she said in a panic: "I, I, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

The mother hurriedly hugged the boy and walked quickly into the room.

At the same time, she said to Leila in a hurried tone: "This kind of thing will not happen again, I promise."

"Bang!"

The door of the rooftop was closed.

Standing outside, Leila felt that the surroundings were very quiet, with only the whistling of the wind.

Leila could feel that the other party was afraid.

But the mother was not afraid of herself, she didn't even see her face clearly.

What she feared was the symbol on her chest.

Leila's blue eyes were filled with uncontrollable sadness.

She wanted to say something to her mother, but suddenly felt that her words were so pale and powerless.

She raised her head and looked at the city streets in the distance.

The government forces and the rebels were still exchanging sporadic fire, the city was still in turmoil, and the people here were still afraid and uneasy.

"So."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind her.

". What do you think? Leila."