Bruce suddenly seemed to remember something and voiced his question.

  "You and Viltrumites should all have abilities like yours, right?"

  Viktor nodded.

  "Yes, but there are differences in strength. There are even legends about a royal family bloodline that was the strongest… but that royal blood disappeared a really long time ago, way before the civil war even started."

  "Then why are you so sure that what you have is a superpower?"

  Bruce made a gesture with his hands.

  "What I mean is, logically speaking, these so-called 'superpowers' should be as natural to you as eating or drinking, right? Oh, Viltrum also has scientific advancements, and in fact, it's even more advanced than the technology we see on Earth."

  "First, aside from the elites who are born with abilities, most ordinary Viltrumites don't have superpowers at birth. They usually awaken their abilities before the age of sixteen, but I awakened mine earlier. Second, while our abilities mainly manifest as physical traits like strength and speed, we can also fly. Moreover, the caloric intake from the food we consume doesn't compare to the abilities we can exert."

  He rubbed his stomach and said, "Even when I'm hungry, I can continue fighting for over a week. You see, without considering superpowers, this defies the w of energy conservation."

  Bruce appeared calm on the surface, but he was really paying close attention to everything he said.

  This made him even more confused.

  Even after meeting in person and engaging in conversation, Viktor's behavior clearly showed that Viltrum was a real pce.

  The way he expined the culture, science, and even how they studied their own bodies and powers… just like how real civilizations grow and learn new things over time.

  Even the Viltrum's scientific awareness and their search for understanding their abilities made Bruce more wary of the Viltrum.

  Since they couldn't find Viltrum in this universe, it might exist in another universe or a different space.

  However, the question was, how did he get to this universe?

  After the tests were finished, Bruce took him back to the top-floor office and handed him a white ID card. This wasn't a regur identification card but a certificate from a public welfare organization.

  "Your identity has been processed. Your name is Viktor, and you're registered under a public welfare custody organization in the Metropolis. Wayne Enterprises will secretly take care of your living needs."

  Bruce paused for a moment before continuing.

  "Do you have any other needs? You can tell me now."

  He took the ID card, ran his fingers over the information on it, and stayed silent for a long time before speaking up.

  "I think I might need a teacher."

  "A teacher?"

  Bruce was surprised by the response.

  "Do you need to learn Earth's culture or knowledge from other fields?"

  "Neither."

  He shook his head, his tone carrying a subtle trace of fatigue.

  "I grew up on Viltrum for more than ten years, and the only things I ever really learned were how to fight and kill."

  He paused before continuing.

  "I can intentionally suppress my strength to live normally on Earth, but once I use my powers, every subconscious action leads to destruction. I need a teacher to teach me how to use this power without causing harm."

  Bruce looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly understood the internal struggle he faced.

  For a warrior raised in an environment of killing, trying to break free from his instinct for destruction was far more difficult than he might imagine.

  Bruce paused for a moment, then said, "There's someone in the Justice League who might be able to help you."

  Viktor was a bit surprised.

  "You're going to contact the Justice League? Do they even deal with this kind of thing?"

  He thought Bruce would secretly arrange something as Batman.

  "This is something you might not want to hear: You're an extraterrestrial being with far greater destructive power than a nuclear bomb. Of course, they'll deal with it."

  Bruce smiled and returned to that pyful, humorous demeanor that made him uncomfortable. He made a "wait a moment" gesture to him, then picked up the encrypted phone on the desk.

  "You wait in the lounge for a bit. I'll contact Batman and have him arrange someone to come over."

  He looked at Bruce Wayne, who was acting for himself, and pursed his lips. To be honest, Viktor felt exhausted just watching Bruce act like this.

  After stepping into the lounge and sitting down for a while, Viktor suddenly heard the sound of something breaking the air outside the window.

  The sound of flight triggered his defense response and made his muscles tense up all over his body.

  He began to gather his strength until he suddenly realized he was on Earth. Even though it was in the notorious Gotham, this pce was still retively safe for him.

  He finally rexed a little. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked up. A golden figure was rapidly descending from the sky, eventually nding on the rooftop ptform of Wayne Enterprises.

  When the figure entered the office, Viktor's pupils slightly contracted.

  The person was wearing a red battle skirt and a golden belt around her waist, with long bck hair flowing over her shoulders. A glowing golden rope hung from her right side, and she radiated the aura of a calm and powerful warrior.

  "Wonder Woman?"

  He recognized the person and was somewhat surprised. Bruce made a call and directly summoned a core member of the Justice League.

  Wonder Woman's gaze nded on him, and a hint of curiosity fshed in her eyes.

  "Bruce, is this the kid you mentioned who needs help?"

  She could clearly feel the aura emanating from him. It was the presence of a warrior who had gone through countless battles, marked by blood and sughter, but deliberately suppressed.

  "If you hadn't told me he's from another pnet, I'd have thought he was the son of some warrior thrown down from the heavens by Zeus."

  "He's Viktor from Viltrum, a civilization that prides itself on battle and conquest."

  Bruce briefly introduced Viktor's background and then expined his need for a teacher.

  "He wants to learn how to use his powers without causing destruction and control his natural instinct to destroy. I think you're the most suitable person for this."

  Diana nodded but didn't immediately agree. Instead, she pulled out a copper metal ball from somewhere and casually threw it toward him.

  "Catch this first."

  The metal ball flew toward him with a loud sound of air friction and great force. Viktor instinctively reached out and caught the ball in his palm with a thud.

  Just as he was confused, Diana said, "Open your hand."

  He complied and opened his palm, only to find that the hard copper ball had been deformed into an irregur shape. The imprint of his fingers was deeply pressed into it, nearly destroying the entire ball.

  Diana's expression grew serious as she looked at him and slowly spoke.

  "You're an excellent warrior, and your combat instincts are ingrained in your very bones, but the training you've received has been too brutal and bloodthirsty, to the point that every subconscious action with your power leans toward destruction and annihition."

  She paused for a moment, her tone softening slightly.

  "However, the fact that you're willing to change is enough. I can be your teacher."

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  ? Every 150 Power Stones = 1 bonus chapter