NOVEL WEB Chapter 98: The Atlantean Tribe
Chapter 98: And the Atlantean Tribe...
Diana sat quietly in an ancient Roman-style white dress, an old golden harp resting upright on her lap. She looked like a nymph attending to the gods on Olympus.
Her slender fingers plucked the strings, and a pleasant sound, like a babbling brook, echoed through the hall.
In the palace, on the throne, David sat with his eyes closed in comfort, his fingers tapping rhythmically.
"You seem very happy today?"
She looked at David, her playing never stopping, her voice hesitant.
For some time now, David's life as the Amazon King had offered little enjoyment. To her, it seemed monotonous: watching the Amazons dance every day, and for the past few days, having her play the harp, though she couldn't fathom the pleasure in it.
Especially today, when nothing was special, she wondered why he was in such a good mood.
[Template fusion at 95%...]
"Is that not allowed?"
David asked without opening his eyes.
Of course, he had his reasons for being happy, but he wouldn't tell Diana.
The Black King template's fusion rate had exceeded ninety percent. If he were to fight Ares again now, he wouldn't need to exert much effort.
He wouldn't need to fight for a long time to accumulate divine power for one or two strikes; he could kill that eldest son of the Highfather much faster, cutting him down.
"What will the next template be?
This trip to Themyscira was not in vain."
A slight smile touched David's lips as he couldn't help but fantasize.
Of course, the most important thing was that his decision to conquer the Amazon tribe was a very good one. With the Amazon tribe continuously providing emotional points, the speed of his template fusion had gone from a bicycle to a motorcycle, racing forward.
"I remember there is another transcendent race on this planet with a similarly long history and a much larger population."
David narrowed his eyes slightly.
As a descendant of the Highfather, Diana was outstanding in all aspects, far surpassing ordinary people. In less than a month, her dancing had reached a level that even the most critical dance masters could not fault.
So David turned his attention to having her learn the harp. At the same time, watching these Amazons, who had no talent other than combat, dance day after day was almost a dry and torturous experience.
Diana played the harp, her face complex as she gazed at the figure on the throne.
After returning to Themyscira, her lingering doubts about the past made her unable to resist asking her mother why Ares had known her for so long, and why he called her a weapon left by Zeus to deal with him.
And why she was Zeus's daughter, something her mother had never told her.
Hippolyta was forced to reveal what she had hidden for many years. At that time, the gods had been killed by Ares, and they were forced to leave this world, leaving only Diana, who was still in her womb.
Zeus arranged for Diana to be the one to kill Ares, giving her a series of divine artifacts that none of his other children possessed.
But Hippolyta didn't believe her daughter could defeat Ares, who had slaughtered the gods of Mount Olympus.
"My daughter, what does it matter if you are the daughter of the Highfather? Ares is the offspring of the King of Gods and the Queen of Gods, and he possesses one of the strongest divine positions."
When Hippolyta mentioned this, her face was filled with bitterness.
That's why, for so many years, she couldn't bear to tell her daughter, never telling her. If David hadn't come, perhaps she would have had to wait until Ares found Themyscira and it was unavoidable before she would have spoken.
"Thank you."
While playing the harp, Diana moved her lips and suddenly said softly.
David was taken aback by the sudden remark and turned back in confusion. "Thank me for what?"
"Slaying Ares, so he can no longer stir up war and harm others in the world, that was meant to be my mission."
She looked into the distance, recalling the battle with Ares that day.
Diana had aspired since childhood to be like the heroes of Greek mythology, fearless of anything, but not irreverent of death. Reflecting on it afterward, if the outcome of David's battle had been different.
Even without that hellish demon, she likely wouldn't have been Ares's match.
"Without you, I might have been tricked into putting down the Sword of Vulcan, potentially losing the only weapon that could threaten him. The outcome would have been unpredictable..."
Diana leaned towards the possibility that after being tricked and losing the God Slayer, she would have likely perished at the hands of her evil half-brother.
"Don't underestimate your potential. Without me, you might have been able to kill Ares too."
David said casually.
Diana still had untapped bloodline potential. As a descendant of Zeus, she shouldn't only have a powerful body.
Although in the original storyline, Diana could unleash divine power to kill Ares because a pilot died before her eyes in that battle, now that pilot was nowhere to be found.
"The Atlantean tribe..."
Diana gently shook her head, disagreeing with this. David muttered inwardly.
There was no rush. Atlantis was at the bottom of the sea, so it wasn't going anywhere. However, he had been away from home for almost a month, and it was time to go back and see how things were.
"I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing.
Is Clark still getting used to his job as a reporter's assistant?"
Of course, he was also curious about another point: had Clark met Lois Lane and sparked some chemistry?
After all, it's common knowledge that in any world, the son of Krypton is almost a pair with Lois Lane.
...
"It's settled then, to celebrate our pleasant transaction, how about we go for a drink at the Blue River Restaurant together?"
A white-haired old man, satisfied, tugged at his tie and said to the businessman with whom he had just completed a large order.
The short, receding-haired businessman couldn't stop the cold sweat from trickling down his forehead. His face was pale, and he sat uncomfortably, looking at the men in the room who looked more like mob assassins than bodyguards.
His appearance showed no hint of pleasure. He swallowed hard.
"No, thank you, respected Mr. Glenmorgan. I never touch alcohol."
At this moment, he didn't want to stay a second longer. He just wanted to escape this man, who was considered a philanthropic tycoon in the eyes of the public and had been awarded the title of Mr. Metropolis by the government, and flee this oppressive room immediately.
Their gazes made him feel like a rabbit about to be torn apart by a beast.
"This is my invitation."
Glenmorgan, who had been smiling moments before, frowned slightly. When he was happy, someone dared to disrespect him, even though this person had just brought him tens of millions of dollars in profit.
The bodyguard-like thugs stepped forward with cold expressions.
The short man trembled like a sieve, terrified and bewildered.
Suddenly!
A tall figure leaped down from upstairs, breaking through the window with a shower of shattered glass, bursting into the room with an unstoppable momentum.
"Who are you?
Damn it, this is the twenty-ninth floor!"
Glass shards flew everywhere, and the bodyguards in the room couldn't help but panic, recalling the person reported by the Daily Planet.
"Superman, is that Superman?
Is the news from the Daily Planet true?"
The red cape, the blue t-shirt, the 'S' symbol on his chest... everyone's eyes shifted, showing a hint of alarm.
The Metropolis vigilante, rumored to be faster than a speeding train, able to leap higher than a bird, and with a body that could withstand bullets.
"Superman?"
Hearing everyone's exclamations, a strange expression flashed across Clark's face.
He knew that was the nickname Lois Lane had given him, and he hadn't met the formidable female reporter in person yet.
However, another identity had already intersected with hers, which gave him a peculiar feeling.
I sincerely apologize for the delay in today's update due to some inexplicable trouble. I will check my condition later to see if I can finish the second chapter and post it around two or three in the morning. If I'm too tired, I'll have to post it tomorrow afternoon or evening. My apologies.
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