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However, Superman, who had always been invincible—able to carry a spaceship and crush mountains—was now locked in a brutal fight with the terrifying monster! The green-glowing spear in Superman's hand plunged into the grotesque creature's body, but his own chest was pierced by the monster's sharp black claws!

Superman and the monster stood frozen amid the ruins, locked in a deadly embrace, determined to take each other down. They resembled an ancient, forbidden sculpture of destruction and despair.

Scarlet blood dripped from Superman's strong and seemingly flawless body. Across the world, those watching the news broadcast gasped in shock, a single thought forming in their minds, "So even a god can bleed, and it's red!"

Superman grimaced in pain, and the guttural sound of his wail reverberated like an overwhelming sonic wave, cutting through the air. Soon, both he and the monstrous creature began to collapse, their forms tilting as they fell together into the heart of the ruined battlefield.

Superman lay motionless on the blood- and debris-covered ground, his crimson cape spread like a flag of defeat. Above him loomed the fiery red night sky, illuminated by the aftermath of a nuclear blast.

"On January 2, 2012, at exactly 9 p.m., Superman died in battle!"

The world fell into stunned silence. Those present at the scene and millions watching the broadcast could hardly believe what they had witnessed.

"Superman... died in battle?! Is this real?"

Disbelief gripped countless people, but no matter how they wished otherwise, the truth was undeniable.

That day, with the simultaneous events of the Battle of New York and Superman's death, humanity faced a harsh and chilling realization: terrifying alien forces existed beyond Earth, and even on Earth, there were entities capable of killing Superman.

Fear and panic spread across the world.

What had once been hidden in the shadows of the world was now fully exposed. Humanity, once confident in its dominion over Earth, had returned to a state of primal fear. A new era had begun.

New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters – Conference Room

Inside the starkly lit room, a bald man wearing glasses and a suit slammed the table, his voice rising in frustration.

"What's going on? Not only have we lost Loki's Mind Scepter, but even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Cosmic Cube has vanished! You Avengers must take responsibility!"

At the table, Tony Stark fiddled with his water glass, his expression indifferent. Dr. Bruce Banner, back in his human form, stifled a yawn. Captain America, Steve Rogers, sat silently, his helmet set aside. Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, and Hawkeye, Clint Barton, exchanged subtle glances, avoiding the conversation.

Tony raised his glass casually and glanced at the bald man, "Could you pour me some water? By the way, who are you again?"

The man's eye twitched as he replied angrily, "I'm Agent Sitwell of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Agents. I've been authorized by the highest level of command to oversee all follow-up actions regarding the Battle of New York!"

"Really? Where were you when we were fighting earlier?" Stark asked with a mocking shrug.

"Watch your tone—" Sitwell began, but his words faltered as Banner shifted slightly, his face twitching ominously. Startled, Sitwell and the agents behind him instinctively stepped back.

To their surprise, Banner merely raised his hands in mock surrender and said with a smile, "Relax, I'm not going green. Keep talking."

Sitwell frowned but composed himself, about to respond when the conference room door opened. A one-eyed man in black—Director Nick Fury—strode in, followed by a tall female agent.

"Sitwell, leave us." Fury ordered.

"Understood, Director." Sitwell left reluctantly, muttering, "You know I didn't want this assignment anyway; it's the senior congressmen pushing for it."

Once the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents exited, Fury turned to the Avengers, "Where's Thor?"

Stark answered quickly, "He went back to Asgard to deal with his brother, Loki."

"Good. Loki is a war criminal, and he deserves to face justice." Fury said firmly, "I'm sure you've all heard that Superman died in battle. Our losses in New York were heavy, and this was far from a complete victory. The dangers ahead will only grow. The Avengers must be prepared."

Fury's eye scanned the room, "Do any of you have suggestions?"

"Armor. Weapons." Stark said without hesitation, "We need to arm the entire world."

"Tony, that's too extreme." Rogers countered, frowning.

"Extreme? I don't think so." Stark retorted.

"Weapons definitely need upgrading." Banner interjected, "For example, an anti-Hulk armor could help control me if necessary and serve as heavy battlefield gear."

Stark's eyes lit up, "Now you're talking, Banner! And not just anti-Hulk—we need a whole range of specialized suits."

Fury turned to Natasha and Clint, "What about you two? Anything to add?"

Clint shrugged, "We need more superheroes."

"That's obvious." Fury said dryly.

Natasha spoke thoughtfully, "Who was the mysterious figure who helped us in the battle? Do we know anything about them?"

Her question hung in the air. The Avengers exchanged glances, all wondering the same thing.

Who was it?

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The day after the "Battle of New York" and the "Death of Superman," Mike's class returned to school. Two instructors and thirty-two students arrived on a school bus transferred from Washington.

At the school gate, parents crowded to greet the students. Tearful reunions unfolded, the emotional scene drawing reporters who were quickly turned away by school staff.

The school principal welcomed the instructors warmly, "Thank you for your efforts, Instructors Roth and Baker."

"It was our duty." Roth replied, his confident demeanor earning admiration from parents and teachers.

Mike shared a knowing smile with Gwen as they both remembered Roth crying during the chaos at the mall.

After the principal dismissed the students for a day of rest, Mike carried Gwen's backpack and walked toward the street, where a black-haired woman stood waiting.

"Aunt!" He called out, rushing to her side.

Diana placed a hand on Mike's head, "You did well." She said softly. Holding his hand, she added, "Let's go home."

From her coat pocket, Kerry poked its head out.

"Meow!"

Mike laughed, cradling the tiny creature, "Let's all go home together."

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At Home, in the hall Mike hugged Diana's slender waist, her figure a masterpiece of divine proportions. Resting his head on her soft, warm shoulder, he cradled Kerry, with its luxurious fur, in his arms. They sat together on the sofa in the hall, the protective silver bracelets on their wrists forming a matching pair.

Nothing was hidden between them.

Mike recounted his experiences during the Battle of New York, while Diana shared her encounters in Gotham City.

It might have seemed like a simple family conversation, but every word held the weight of two monumental events.

"Superman was actually doubted to that extent by the citizens of Metropolis..." Diana mused, "His only intention was to save humanity, yet he was criticized for collateral damage and unintended casualties... The battle between Batman and Superman... And finally, the ultimate Kryptonian monster, 'Judgment Day'..."

As Mike listened, he recalled an old adage from his past life:

Those who carry firewood for the public should not be left to freeze in the wind and snow.

Was Superman truly killed by the monster? Perhaps. But for him, the criticisms and doubts from humanity were far more piercing than the claws that ended his life.

Diana, in turn, was astonished by Mike's account of New York. Unlike her role in Gotham, where she joined the fray midway, Mike had directly shifted the tide of the Battle of New York.

"Gwen Stacy, the girl from next door, has mutated super-spider abilities? And the girl, Luna, with magnetic powers..." Diana's eyes sparkled with interest. Always thinking of Mike's well-being, she considered how these individuals could support him if she was ever away.

"So, what do you plan to do with the two items you retrieved?" Diana asked, her curiosity evident.

"Simple." Mike grabbed Gwen's backpack from the sofa, unzipped it, and pulled out a black-and-white spider-themed uniform.

Wait. Wrong item.

Under Diana's composed gaze, Mike's face twitched. He quickly stuffed the uniform back and retrieved the metallic sphere and cube hidden inside.

The Gemstone Scepter, the Cosmic Cube...

"Kerry, help me out." Mike pinched the little orange kitten's mouth. Kerry barely opened an eye, still half-asleep, but obediently opened its mouth.

Despite its tiny maw, Mike effortlessly slid the palm-sized metal sphere inside. Then, he stuffed the Cosmic Cube into the unique micro-universe that belonged solely to Kerry.

Mike grinned, "And that's that."

Only Kerry could access this space. As long as no one knew where the items were hidden, not even Kerry itself could give them away.

It was, without a doubt, the safest vault on Earth.

"Aunt, I have something I want to discuss with you." Mike said hesitantly.

But Diana smiled knowingly, "You want to help the girl named Wanda, right?"

"Yes." Mike admitted, "She just lost her parents, and her brother has been kidnapped. I'm worried about her being left alone in New York."

"That's easy to handle." Diana said after a moment of thought, "I can arrange for her to transfer to Washington, let her live nearby, and cover her tuition."

Mike hesitated before asking, "Aunt, just how much money do we have?"

In his memory, they had always lived a comfortable life—nothing too luxurious, but certainly not lacking.

Diana tilted her head thoughtfully,"I haven't kept track. I bought a lot of antiques over the years. My assets are probably around a billion dollars now."

"Wait... one billion? US dollars?" Mike's eyes widened. That wasn't just wealth; it was staggering.

Diana waved it off casually, "It's nothing. I've worked for over 80 years. I started in the Louvre restoring artifacts. After World War II, I dabbled in finance. Over the decades, I've shifted industries—archaeology, computer science, law."

To her, money was just a number. As long as it sufficed for her needs, it held little meaning.

Mike looked at her perfect, serene face and blurted, "Rich woman, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

"What are you saying?"

Diana touched Mike's forehead with her cool, smooth fingers, "While my money is also yours, I hope you'll learn to earn your own. Work provides invaluable life experience."

"Okay." Mike muttered weakly, his dream of relaxing shattered.

"I can support the girl financially until she's an adult, but are you sure she'd want that?" Diana asked meaningfully, "Have you thought about whether she'd accept everything you want to arrange for her?"

Mike paused.

She was right.

Wanda was clearly a strong, independent person. Her quiet composure beside her parents' bodies had said as much. Simply offering her accommodation and support might not align with her desires.

"What should I do, Aunt?" Mike asked, his tone serious.

Diana thought for a moment before replying gently, "Leave it to me."

Later that evening, in a restored area of New York, a five-star hotel stood amidst the relative quiet. The chaos of the battle had faded, but the weight of what came next loomed heavy.