SUPERMAN: THE MAN OF STEEL

Seeing Clara blocking him, Ben was slightly stunned.

He had no idea what this girl was trying to do.

"Ben... I heard from my bestie that you like me and even secretly wrote me love letters. Is that true?"

Clara asked, her eyes fixed on the crystal box in Ben's hand.

Before Ben could answer, she continued, "If you give me the Flare-Flare Fruit, I... I will agree to be your girlfriend!"

Ben was momentarily speechless—not from excitement, but from shock.

How full of herself could she be to say something like that?

Did she think she was some kind of goddess?

Seeing that Ben didn't respond, Clara reluctantly tore her gaze away from the crystal box and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Ben? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Are you too shocked to believe it?"

"I'm serious! If you give me the Flare-Flare Fruit, then I'm your girlfriend now! You can take me out to dinner, buy me gifts..."

Towards the end, Clara deliberately put on a shy expression.

But in her heart, she was filled with disgust.

Ben wasn't even close to her ideal boyfriend. She only said those words to trick him into handing over the Flare-Flare Fruit.

She had already planned it all out—once she got the fruit, she would pretend to be nice for a few days before finding an excuse to break up.

No one would blame her.

After all, she was a delicate beauty, and wasting a few days on someone like Ben was already a big sacrifice.

And as for whether her plan would fail?

Impossible.

Clara was very confident in her looks.

In the past, as long as she acted cute, all those simps would do anything for her.

At this moment, Ben finally responded.

"Go get treatment if you're sick!"

After saying this, he didn't even glance at Clara and walked away.

For someone so full of herself, Ben felt that saying another word would be a waste of time.

He had actually wanted to yell, "Get lost!" but with so many students and teachers watching—plus the fact that TV cameras were pointed at him—he had to maintain some composure.

Even though he didn't curse, this short sentence was enough to leave Clara dumbfounded. Her beautiful face was filled with disbelief.

He rejected her?

That's not right!

In her "god-level" logic, this wasn't how things were supposed to go!

She had already hinted at it. Shouldn't Ben, as a devoted simp, be so excited that he couldn't speak, then offer the Flare-Flare Fruit with both hands?

Why was reality completely different from her expectations?

What went wrong?

For a moment, Clara stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

When Ben returned to his group, whispers erupted around him.

"Damn! Ben, that was awesome! Rejecting her like that? If I were you, I would've played along and taken advantage of her first!"

"Heh, Rogers, that's just how you think! What Ben is holding is a Natural Logia Devil Fruit! Once he eats it, he can get any girl he wants!"

"Ben is really winning big this time. And someone actually thought they could trick him out of the Flare-Flare Fruit with a few sweet words? Hilarious!"

"No surprise. Clara always thinks the world revolves around her."

"Haha! Her shocked expression just now was priceless!"

The students whispered among themselves.

Some even called him "Brother Ben" in admiration.

Ben had to admit—the power of a Natural Logia Devil Fruit was truly insane. He hadn't even eaten it yet, and he was already the center of attention.

On the stage, the Holy Land test continued.

At that moment, the vice-principal called a name from the list:

"Next, Natasha!"

As soon as the name was called, all the students in Class 2 became alert.

A clear image of this person formed in Ben's mind.

Top student.

Super top student.

In terms of academics, Natasha dominated the entire grade, ranking first in every exam.

On top of that, she was incredibly beautiful—more stunning than Clara.

Her intelligence and looks made her the brightest star in the class. Most of the girls in Class 2 lived in her shadow.

It was rumored that Natasha's family, the Henry family, was extremely wealthy.

If there was one flaw in this girl, it was that she was too cold.

Natasha had an icy demeanor.

She rarely smiled, which made her intimidating.

Many students realized they had never seen her smile once in the three years they'd studied together.

Because of this, many jealous girls whispered behind her back, accusing her of being arrogant.

Even some boys resented her cold attitude.

As a result, Clara was more popular than Natasha.

Clara wasn't cold.

On the contrary, she always acted cute and smiled at those desperate simps, giving them false hope.

Soon, Natasha stepped onto the stage and entered the Holy Land.

All eyes were on her.

They wanted to see if this ice-cold beauty would get anything special.

A few seconds later, Natasha walked out of the Holy Land.

She was carrying a crystal box.

The vice-principal immediately asked, "Student Natasha, what's inside your crystal box?"

Natasha remained silent.

There was no joy on her face. Instead, she looked disappointed.

She clearly hadn't gotten something she wanted.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and answered, "It's a Kryptonian bloodline card."

Her voice was clear and pleasant to the ears.

But at that moment, no one cared about how nice her voice sounded.

The room fell into stunned silence.

Then—an uproar.

"A Kryptonian bloodline? Is she lucky or unlucky?"

"Yeah! It's super rare, but… it's basically useless for a Transcendent."

"Wait, is the Kryptonian bloodline really that bad?"

"What? Haven't you heard? There have only been two recorded cases in over a hundred years! It's even rarer than a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit. But despite its rarity, it has no powers. That's why people call it the most bizarre useless bloodline."

"Not necessarily! The Holy Land's rule is that the rarer the power, the stronger it is. Some experts believe the Kryptonian bloodline must have hidden potential—it just hasn't been discovered yet."

"Hah! You actually believe those so-called experts? It's just a useless bloodline!"

The discussion grew heated.

The teachers on the stage looked disappointed.

But the students had different reactions.

Some looked surprised.

Some showed sympathy.

Others smirked in amusement.

Many of the girls in Class 2 were openly gloating.

It wasn't that Natasha had bad relationships with others—she hadn't wronged anyone.

She was just too exceptional.

And that made others jealous.

Even some boys secretly enjoyed seeing her fail.

Finally, Natasha had been humbled!

But among the crowd, only Ben had a different reaction.

His eyes were wide.

His face was filled with shock.

What did he just hear?

Kryptonian bloodline?

Wasn't that... Superman?