DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

Metropolis, sunny.

Starbucks coffee shop, by the window.

Lois was dressed in a sleek professional suit. Her graceful figure was accentuated by the black jacket and white blouse. Her beautiful face wore a trace of subtle allure and melancholy. A short skirt hugged her thighs, her plump and fair legs wrapped in sheer black stockings. The faint scenery between her long legs was exceptionally seductive.

Outside the window, a group of men passing by happened to glance inside. They couldn't help but take a few sharp breaths, their eyes glued to her. They didn't snap out of it until they walked straight into a door or a lamppost with a loud bang.

Bardi wore a sorrowful expression, frowning slightly. His slender fingers slid over his thighs, and the friction felt smooth. Beneath the sheer tights, the sultry and enticing legs—often exercised through fitness and frequent outdoor reporting—were extraordinarily toned and beautiful.

Rustle…

Snap.

Bardi gently pulled up the stocking on his thigh, then released it, letting it flick back into place. Hmm… very comfortable…

He lightly pressed his chest… just a bit.

Through the bra, he could feel the softness and curves of his own chest.

Even though he had spent much of the previous night standing nude in front of the mirror, examining his body repeatedly, he still couldn't shake the strangeness.

It was the sensation of having transformed from a man into a woman.

There was no sense of "Oh, I've become a woman, I'm fine with this." No such feeling of instant adaptation.

Becoming a woman... was a subtle experience. Whether it was the softness of the waist, the roundness of the chest, or the curve of the hips that his fingers now traced from his thighs, everything felt strange and surreal.

She lifted her hair and let it fall gently. Strands framed her ears, glowing in the morning sunlight streaming through the window. The aroma of the latte rose from the cup, blending with a unique charm—sexy and urban.

"Miss, would you like a drink?"

"Get lost."

After chasing away a few self-important men, Bardi rubbed his forehead with a sigh, soothing his slightly sore brows. The warm sunlight lit up her skin, revealing a healthy, energetic, cool, and sexy glow.

To be a beautiful, intellectual, and alluring woman was really...

Forget it.

First, let's look at Lois's final wishes. Finish them quickly, deploy the subsystem, and leave this universe. As a woman, Bardi still found it difficult to adjust.

"To spend the rest of my life with Clark…"

Don't even think about it. Just last night, Clark almost kissed Bardi, and something unspeakable nearly happened. That moment was so frightening that Bardi's heart nearly stopped, and suicide seemed like the only escape.

As for the wish of spending the rest of her life with Clark—PASS. That's a hard pass. Yesterday, Bardi broke up with Clark on the spot.

That wish made up a significant portion, but thankfully it wasn't the most critical.

Because Lois was a strong, independent woman. Wanting to spend her life with Clark was a third-tier wish. Though it would cause some internal conflict if left unfulfilled, it wasn't impossible to bypass.

"To reconcile with my father…"

Lois and her father, General Sam Lane, had been in long-standing conflict. He constantly disapproved of her job as a junior reporter and of her boyfriend, who was also a junior reporter.

It boiled down to Lois's independence, her father's overbearing concern, and years of misunderstanding. Both were incredibly stubborn, unwilling to back down, and their relationship had remained strained.

Now, with her breakup with Clark, there would be some leeway. This provided Bardi with the opportunity to fulfill that wish.

Conveniently, Sam was scheduled to visit Metropolis tomorrow to inspect Red Tornado, and there would be a dinner planned with Lois. That would be the perfect time to resolve this wish.

As for Lois's deepest-rooted desire, which took up over 50 percent of her mental space, it was to "become a world-famous journalist."

Even with two Pulitzer Prizes, Lois remained unsatisfied with awards alone.

She wanted to be known by the entire world as a journalist, to become the greatest in history, to leave her name in the annals of time.

Bardi thought for a moment. His fingers absentmindedly twirled his silky hair, coiling strands around his fingers as he contemplated.

At this point in time, the Justice League had already been established for a while. They had resolved several major global incidents and had earned the deep trust of the public.

However, the government, including still held deep concerns. They feared what might happen if these overwhelmingly powerful forces ever lost control. Subconsciously, the Justice League and other superheroes remained government targets.

This was a time of superheroes, villains, and a growing divide between government and meta-humans.

What could Lois do? How could the whole world come to remember her? How could she become a legendary journalist?

Justice League…

United States government…

Superheroes…

Bardi contemplated for a moment. Suddenly, a spark lit in his eyes. He had figured it out.

If you want to be known across the world, to become the world's most recognized journalist, and be remembered in history—wasn't that simple?

A sexy, confident smile curled on Bardi's lips. He reached into his bag with his slender fingers and pulled out a laptop, opening it just as he was about to start typing.

At that moment, Clark walked into the Starbucks café wearing his usual honest expression and black-rimmed glasses. Following behind him was a woman in a tuxedo, holding a black cane and wearing fishnet stockings. She had the appearance of a stage magician.

Zatanna.

The people in the café didn't even notice her entrance. It was as if the magician's presence went unseen by the rest of the crowd, who remained relaxed and unaware.

"Lois…"

Clark's face was filled with complicated emotions, and his heart was heavy with sorrow.

Just yesterday, when they were about to kiss and get intimate, Lois broke up with him—simply because he was one minute and thirty-two seconds late!

He couldn't accept it. Something had to be wrong!

"Lois, this is too sudden. Too strange. I can't accept it!"

Clark pulled out the chair across from Lois and sat down, looking at Bardi with troubled eyes.

Bardi's expression turned cold on the spot.

It seemed even a slap couldn't knock sense into him.

"Clark, that's enough. I'm tired of you. Please disappear from my world."

Bardi's eyes shifted from Clark to the woman beside him—Zatanna.

Zatanna's eyes flickered slightly. She shook her head and spoke softly to Clark, "Superman, she's not under any magical influence. There's no sign of possession or control. This is Lois."

Clark had invited her, suspecting something was wrong with his girlfriend.

After using his superbrain to assess the situation and observing her with X-ray vision, he found nothing suspicious physically or technologically.

So, he asked Zatanna, the Justice League's magician, to examine her.

Unfortunately, the result was disappointing.

Lois was not being manipulated. This was her true self.

In other words, he had really been dumped.

(To be continued.)