Amidst their astonishment, Mick asked the question everyone wanted to ask.
"Sara, what exactly are you thinking? Do you know him?"
Mick gestured for a long time but still didn't say those two words.
But everyone understood the unspoken meaning.
Sara said nonchalantly, "What's the big deal?"
She drank heartily, glanced at them, and scoffed, "Don't tell me you guys haven't played before."
"This is America. Everyone knows everyone here. What's there to be surprised about?"
"Are you still virgins?"
Sara's eyes widened slightly, sweeping over everyone with a scrutinizing gaze.
Whether others were or not, she certainly wasn't today.
Her biological father, the police officer, couldn't come to a western city in another universe to be a gatekeeper.
Meanwhile, in another universe.
Sara Lance's biological father, Quentin Lance, who was troubled by his other rebellious daughter, Laurel, sneezed heavily.
"Quentin, who's thinking of you?" His partner teased.
Quentin shook his head helplessly. "Oh please, who would think of an old man like me?"
"Maybe it's your daughter?" His old buddy patted his shoulder.
Quentin's lips twitched at the words, and he sighed, "I know Laurel, she wishes she were as far away from me as possible right now. Who would miss a constantly nagging old father?"
Quentin didn't know that the one thinking of him was another daughter, Sara, who should have died, and who had recently been bombarded with "heavy artillery" in various ways.
...
At the bar.
The others, stung by Sara's scrutinizing gaze, unconsciously turned their heads, looking rather unnatural.
Calling out "daddy" was common.
But calling it out on the first time...
That was truly a first.
But thinking about it, who could refuse such a monster?
If Sara hadn't called it out quickly, Kendra would probably have jumped in first.
"Don't overthink it. At least now I'm his daughter, and it's only natural for a father to help his daughter." Sara said these words calmly and naturally.
The others hesitated, wanting to speak. This was indeed the best method, but...
Rip said tactfully, "Sara, there's no one else here. You don't have to put yourself through such hardship, just be normal. We appreciate your contributions."
Sara smiled indifferently.
Hardship? Who was suffering? It was only today that she truly understood a woman's pleasure.
She had truly lived her past days in vain.
Rich? Handsome? What a joke.
Big is the truth, and long-lasting is king.
Moreover, Aaron is handsome and strong. If he were to upload just one selfie online, countless people would be clamoring for his attention, yet unable to attain it.
Suffer a loss? Ha, not a single loss, but a full stomach, stuffed to death. It's a huge gain, isn't it?
"Expect to wait another night, the battle should be over by then." Sara estimated.
Hearing this, the others exchanged glances and no longer dwelled on Sara's address for Aaron.
This woman... she's practically poisoned by Aaron, too deep in character to be saved.
But then again...
Ray muttered, "How powerful is Aaron exactly? How is he stronger than us? Is there a difference in being one or two inches stronger?"
"No matter how strong, he can't be stronger than a motor, right?"
Sara pursed her lips and chuckled, saying nothing, but her disdainful sidelong glance clearly showed Ray's ignorance.
A group of pathetic mortals, your barren minds will never be able to comprehend things beyond your understanding.
Just as you will never comprehend Aaron's terrifying power.
The bar fell silent once more.
Kendra felt an itch in her heart. She wondered if, had she called him "Daddy" first, would she be the one by Aaron's side now? She was stronger than Sara, surely she would enjoy it longer?
One night passed.
The Legends, enduring their exhausted bodies, their bloodshot eyes stared numbly at the door.
Finally, they waited for that man.
Behind a refreshed Aaron, Raven followed, her steps somewhat unsteady.
Everyone was greatly alarmed.
No way, he took down another one? How hard are you exactly?
"Oh, everyone's here."
Aaron, as if unaware that everyone had been waiting there, said with a smile.
Rip, with his "Sharingan" eyes, said gloomily, "We've been here all along, we haven't left."
"Ah? Is that so."
Aaron oh'd, then continued, "Then why aren't you sleeping? Don't you want to?"
"..."
"Fuck!"
Is it that we don't want to? Our world is about to be screwed, and our teammate has been screwed by you. And we're supposed to sleep? Who could sleep?
Jefferson grumbled, "It's only a day and two nights. We're young, we don't need to sleep."
Martin raised his hand to indicate he had something to say. You being young is true, but I, an old man, truly can't take it anymore.
If he hadn't had some foundation from his research days, he feared he would have fallen asleep with his head buried.
Aaron looked over. "Speaking of which, you're a scientist, already seventy or eighty years old. Why are you still running around with them? Aren't you afraid you'll fall one day and die?"
Martin choked on his words and coughed repeatedly.
Rip quickly took over, fearing that his hard-won teammates, whom he had managed to sway with a sense of greater good, would regain their will and leave the team.
"Now our world is being ravaged by Trigon. Where is there truly a safe place?"
"We should set off first. As far as I know, Savage and his people are also plotting something in the future. He seems to have gathered a group of subordinates, preparing to reverse the past, which is now."
"If we don't hurry, we will face an even more troublesome mess."
Aaron nodded. "For Sara and Raven's sake, I'll help you all."
"You, come here."
Aaron pointed at the Atom, who walked over in a daze.
Aaron touched his shoulder with a finger, and the latter instantly felt something surge into his body.
"This is..."
"I have bestowed upon you fire resistance and dark aura resistance. At least you won't have to worry about being burned to ashes by the flames on Trigon's body from getting too close."
As he spoke, a ball of fire appeared in Aaron's hand. Ray had no time to react and watched the flames burn his hand, yet he felt no discomfort.
He tried to approach the flames with an iron rod, but in a single instant, it was burned away by the flames.
"Hiss... terrifying."
Everyone was greatly astonished, their expressions becoming eager.
"What are you looking at? Come one by one." Aaron gestured for them to step forward.
Ostensibly, he was giving them buffs, but in reality, he was casually acquiring their abilities.
Kendra tried to flirt, but Aaron ignored her, quickly moving away with a look of disdain.
Kendra, deep in her infatuation, did not notice that Aaron had tampered with her Nth metal.
[Magic Bane (Nth Metal): Your power now possesses a formidable magic-breaking attribute, granting a powerful special attack against almost any magic or energy entity, and special life forms.]
[Indestructible Soul (Nth Metal, Hyper-dimensional Memory, Soul Power, Call of Cthulhu, Aesir Body, Telekinesis...): Your soul possesses powerful immortality, immune to most methods (magic, special attacks), and synchronized with the Indestructible Body, possessing extremely powerful soul strength. Even if the body is destroyed, the soul can exist forever and can carry memories and power into reincarnation at any time.]
Oh, wow, it was a huge success.
Aaron carefully felt the changes in his soul.
Originally, after devouring the Soul Stone, his soul had already ascended to cosmic-level strength, and his soul could easily traverse dimensions even when out of his body. He could even easily transform into a Dimensional Ruler.
And now, after devouring Nth Metal, his soul completed its final link, truly gaining soul immortality after integrating the many soul-related abilities he had acquired in the past.
This immortality includes the mythical immortality of the Aesir Body, the Outer God immortality from the Call of Cthulhu, the reincarnation setting of Nth Metal, as well as Hyper-dimensional Memory, and the unique immortality gained after synchronizing with the Indestructible Soul.
The fusion of these many forms of immortality transformed into a soul version of the "Indestructible Body."
As strong as the physical body is, the soul can also become equally strong.
Including many temporary physical body amplification multipliers, all are simultaneously applied to the soul. Body and soul are perfectly integrated, evolving synchronously, without flaws, virtually unresolvable.
As he continues to evolve infinitely, his soul will continue to strengthen.
In any case, Aaron himself had no way to destroy his own soul. This soul immortality is much stronger than the description provided.
And the Magic Bane ability.
Although he hadn't tested how strong the scope of this magic special attack was, Aaron, through mental deduction, discovered that this ability could destroy white magic, black magic, the Phoenix Force, chaos magic, souls, demons, and even other dark or orderly powers.
In other words, the special attack range of this ability covers all energy except physical defense.
Although it originated from Nth Metal, its upper limit far exceeded Nth Metal.
All energy that Nth Metal could destroy, it could also destroy.
Some energy that Nth Metal could not destroy, it could still destroy.
In short, Magic Bane is an Inhibition Field specialized in energy attacks, a super-enhanced version of the Soulsword.
Aaron thought about whether he could combine Magic Bane and the Inhibition Field into a sure-kill technique that could break everything.
This might still require some catalyst.
'The best way to resist Magic Bane is absolute physical defense. This might be unsolvable for Hawkgirl and Hawkman, but it's not a weakness for me.' Aaron pondered.
If there was a so-called hardest substance... it would be his own body.
With various special metals and Kryptonian enhancements, his physical body was the hardest, most terrifying weapon in the world.
For energy or rule-based attacks, he would use the Inhibition Field and Magic Bane.
For physical attacks, he would break them with a single punch.
'Speaking of which, just an inconspicuous Nth Metal can trigger such a great qualitative change. I remember that besides Nth Metal, there are many other special metals in DC?' Aaron internally pondered.
Nth Metal is the Ninth Metal, a dark metal filled with dark energy. Its applicability is wide, and its characteristic is to subvert all physical and magical rules.
Things like nullifying gravity for flight, reducing energy (magic) damage, accelerating healing, and enhancing strength are all very basic powers.
It can even make Hawkman, Hawkgirl, and Vandal Savage constantly reincarnate, living forever.
Since it is the Ninth Metal, there are naturally other metals—Eighth, Tenth and so on.
For example, the basic component of Diana's sword of vulcan is a divine metal called the Eighth Metal.
Aaron did not get any extra boost after devouring it.
The Eighth Metal is more like a combination of the DC version of Uru and Vibranium, with its main characteristic being enchantment and a strong affinity for magic.
Old gods loved to use it to forge artifacts. Almost all ancient divine equipment was made of the Eighth Metal.
And the Tenth Metal is called X-Metal, said to possess infinite possibilities, and was once used to create universes, miracle wish-granting machines, and the like.
If the Tenth Metal exists in this world, then Aaron will definitely get his hands on it.
In addition, there are also other metals such as the Dionysium, Promethium, and Bat-metal.
It's worth mentioning that the genuine Dionysium is only possessed by certain special Jokers, and its main characteristic is regenerative ability.
"If I get the chance, I must find a way to get all these metals and devour them. Perhaps there will be an unexpected surprise?"
"At the very least, I can fuse all metals to form my unique, strongest X-Metal."
"If I use this X-Metal to build transformers, then even Primus and Unicron could be easily defeated."
While Aaron's thoughts drifted, he had already applied buffs to the entire Legends Team.
Unfortunately, except for the inconspicuous Hawkman who gave him an extra surprise, everyone else, without exception, was a "blank slate." They provided no boost to Aaron.
It made sense, though.
Legends was a group of third-tier nobodies, a fringe team formed by utilizing discarded individuals. They either played with fire, or played with ice, then grew larger, or boxed.
Thinking of this, Aaron couldn't help but shake his head. 'What a bunch of misfits. Relying on this group of cannon fodder, and they still want to save the world?'
Aaron estimated that even Rip Hunter, the one who formed the Legends, probably wasn't confident in whether this team could help him achieve his goal. He himself likely held these guys in considerable disdain.
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