Dane temporarily refused Harley's "kind offer."
Although the suggestion was very tempting, he was also a man with self-respect. Such things were fine as a daily life adjustment.
But one shouldn't get addicted to it. Pounding for too long gets boring, you know, and it takes so much effort for just that one shiver.
But he could tell that Harley apparently wasn't planning to give up.
She wanted Ivy to know that good friends share everything!
During the time when they were intertwined, Dane also briefly checked Harley's condition.
It seemed Harleen hadn't managed to change her fate... No, perhaps that's not entirely accurate.
Harleen should have willingly chosen this; no one seized control of her body.
Instead, they both decided to merge, and in terms of personality expression, the more outgoing Harley clearly prevailed.
Dane even suspected that the Lazarus Pit also played a role in her personality shaping during this process.
After all, people who had been immersed in this water would experience some changes in their psyche, more or less.
Harley was just already crazy, so it wasn't obvious.
But her physical qualities had significantly improved. Although the magic of the water couldn't steal her soul,
it did enhance her physical abilities, making her skin fairer, her complexion healthier and more delicate, and her hair more... well, actually, her strength increased, her body became tougher, and her recovery speed was faster.
Among them, his body's flexibility became particularly outstanding. Dane personally tested it; it was as versatile as a gymnast.
Otherwise, a battle with a god should have ended in a single round.
But Harley was able to fight him for six rounds in the first battle and even dared to provoke a second war, which shows she has some tricks up her sleeve.
Noticing his thoughts drifting further and further, Dane quickly reined in his mind.
He started to recall knowledge related to magic, technology, and so on.
That was close, the succubus almost disturbed my Dao heart!
At this moment, Harley finished her shower, changed her clothes, and walked out of the room.
Her new clothes were specially bought for her by Dane, based on how he remembered her looking.
Thanks to their intimate interactions, Dane knew her measurements like the back of his hand.
As soon as she came out, Harley eagerly planted a kiss on his cheek, then pulled his hand and walked into the teleportation gate.
Leaving the Witch to dutifully tidy up the house... In the Hall of Justice, Poison Ivy was repeatedly using her abilities, trying to control Superman's mind.
But by this time, Clark had developed strong resistance to her abilities, although he still couldn't break free instantly.
However, he no longer had to worry about being directly controlled and acting on command as he was last time.
To be fair, Clark's performance was already quite good. If he truly intended to kill someone,
Batman and Catwoman's speed wouldn't be enough to react before they were torn to shreds. This shows that even when controlled, under the influence of his inner goodness, he still remembered to show mercy.
"Ivy~!" As soon as Harley saw her best friend, she joyfully ran over.
"Harleen?" Poison Ivy was very surprised, not expecting Dane to rescue her so quickly.
She relaxed her mind slightly, and Clark immediately broke free from the control.
He shook his head and looked at Dane.
Then he looked at Harley, and his gaze lingered suspiciously between the two of them.
"She is..."
Dane slapped him on the shoulder and pulled him away.
"That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking."
Saying that, he gave Clark a look that all men understand.
No, I don't understand.
Clark thought with a hint of envy.
By all accounts, with Clark's physique, appearance, and material conditions, he should have plenty of women to choose from.
But he was too pure, his emotions so conservative that he didn't seem like an American at all.
"You could actually find a girl you like; there's no need to be like an ascetic, right?"
Then he looked at Clark with a strange expression, scrutinizing him up and down.
"You don't secretly... at home..."
"No! Absolutely not!" Clark quickly interrupted him.
Then he shrank his head and retorted, "I just lack some opportunities."
"Then why have I hosted so many parties, and you've never come once?"
When he brought this up, Clark's face fell. As Superman, his senses were extremely acute.
For him, a party scene was like a giant garbage dump, with all sorts of strange smells making him want to vomit.
Speaking of which, in the original work, if he hadn't truly loved Lois, Superman probably wouldn't have been able to stay by her side for long.
Except for Dane and Diana, who are inherently clean demigods, almost all creatures on this Planet are dirty and smelly.
So Superman is truly kind to endure such an environment and live with everyone.
In daily life, if a friend doesn't mind your body odor and hangs out with you,
You'd probably think he's a good person, right?
Dane offered him advice:
"You should actively turn off this ability, at least don't activate it in daily life, otherwise, life will have no flavor at all."
"I know, but it's difficult; it's like fighting against my instincts."
"Perhaps you could seek the help of magic," Dane said with a smile.
"I've recently developed a type of magic, or rather, a curse would be more appropriate, that can blind the five senses of some super-sensitives."
"It allows superhumans like you, with keen five senses, to lower their sensory level to that of an ordinary person."
"I've combined it with something, turning it into a magical artifact that even ordinary people can use."
The more Clark listened, the more something felt off, and he couldn't help but ask:
"What did you research this for?"
Dane said as a matter of course: "Of course, it's for imprisoning those supervillains with keen five senses!"
Clark's face fell, and he questioned: "So, that's a handcuff?!"
"Don't say it like that," Dane comforted him. "The shape isn't important. It's made of nano-material; you can combine it into a watch, a necklace, or anything else."
"That way, it won't be conspicuous. Most importantly, you'll be able to observe this World again from the perspective of an ordinary person."
"That feeling must be long-lost, right?"
Actually, this matter was partly Dane's fault. If it weren't for his urging, Clark wouldn't have gone to sunbathe in low Earth orbit so early.
He was getting stronger much faster than in the movies, and his own adaptability was falling behind.
He couldn't control himself from noticing the mites and microorganisms on ordinary people's faces, and the omnipresent body odor on people around him.
Westerners have large sweat glands, and their body odor is naturally strong, while 067 Clark's sense of smell and sight are even keener than wild animals specializing in this area.
One can imagine how much he suffered.
Sometimes it was truly unbearable, otherwise, a good young man like him wouldn't have gone so many years without a single relationship.
Lana Lang doesn't count; that was just an unrequited crush that ended before it even began.
So, hearing Dane's explanation, Clark had to admit he was tempted.
"Then, can I see it?"
Dane secretly revealed a sly smile.
As a representative of light forces, Shazam is actually not good at using spells with obvious Dark magic attributes, such as curses.
But who says he doesn't have a Loki maid who specializes in curses? All the curse-related magical artifacts in his possession are basically designed by him personally and then crafted by the Witch herself.
Including the Kiss of Death, which kills upon contact, wearing such cursed items on a person is highly effective.
But Dane still wanted to test the Kryptonian's resistance to curses, and this was a good opportunity to verify it on Clark.
Speaking of which, the Kiss of Death isn't actually Shazam's best weapon.
Shazam's most suitable weapons should actually be Thunder God Thor's mjolnir or the Stormbreaker, those big, sweeping weapons... Wait, that doesn't seem right?
Dane scratched his head. Is there a possibility that he is actually a Mage?
He recalled the Holy Light spell he knew and his powerful physique.
The figure of the famous berserker Mage, Gandalf, suddenly shone like a light, illuminating the fog in his heart.
Yes, he is indeed a Mage!
The true lineage of Wizards lies with me, Shazam!
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