"Well, you have also seen that my anti-life equation can be used to control human thinking and make them my slaves, with only darkness in their minds."
Su Ming raised his hand and asked Superboy to inspect the goods, while he organized his words:
"This control method is a bit like controlling a puppet. I can give him orders and let him continue typing and chatting on the Internet, but this time it is to praise you."
"I probably understand what you mean, they are like mindless zombies."
Superboy, with his arms folded on his chest, took a deep breath. Of course he knew the anti-life equation. He shook his head and said:
"But I can't do this to my parents and neighbors, let alone Laurie. People who are controlled by the anti-life equation have all their self-awareness gone. I don't want to live in a world full of puppets."
"Well, it's indeed very troublesome. People controlled by the anti-life equation can't even eat or drink. I have to personally order them. It's good to use them as cannon fodder for one-time use, but it's really not a long-term solution."
After ordering the obese otaku to commit suicide, Su Ming continued chatting with Superboy as he watched him hang himself with a rope:
"Of course, you won't use such methods against your relatives and friends. Aren't we talking about changing the social environment?"
"Well, are there any other means?"
Superboy doesn't like the puppet house. He gained the rebirth of the Origin Earth through labor, not just to play with puppets.
"Yes, Adjutant, let's find another test subject." Su Ming closed the door, created a murder chamber, and helped the fat man who was hanging on the bathroom door remove the stool he was standing on, watching him kick his legs with a numb face:
"Let's try magic this time."
"Don't you know how to do magic?" Superboy raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, but this does not affect my use of magic items." Su Ming took out a mushroom cigar from his pocket, smiled and started teleporting again, leaving the crime scene with the corpse behind.
This time I teleported back to the United States and came to a dilapidated basement. The place was filled with smoke and a stench that smelled like marijuana smoke.
In the dark room, only the computer monitor was glowing, and a little black man was busy at the table with a strange smile. He was making a sketch of Superboy. Through photo PS, he transformed Superboy with shawl hair.
The face is moved to the body of the GV actor who is 'fighting'.
When the two people came up behind him silently, the little black man didn't notice it at all, but in response to his 'masterpiece', the little superman's eyes began to glow red again.
Before anyone could get angry, Su Ming easily controlled the black man by strangling him. He lit a mushroom cigar for the bitch and stuffed it into his mouth, and forced him to inhale it.
Seeing that the black man's eyes began to wander, the Supreme Mage began a hypnotic operation, which simply means repeating specific sentences:
"I'm a huge fan of Superboy-Prime."
"I'm a huge fan of Superboy-Prime."
Su Ming sitting at the table said it once, and Xiao Hei repeated it. In this way, this condition will be engraved into the subconscious.
The method is a bit stupid, but Su Ming himself is not a psychology expert. If it were Harley, she might be able to hypnotize a person more easily with coins or pocket watches. This is called specialization in the art.
But this stupid method must have worked. After about three minutes, Strangler let go of the little black man, and Black Bean Sprout snapped his fingers like a human being to wake him up.
"I'm your fan!" After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, the little black man knelt down to Superboy Supreme with excitement, hugged the latter's thigh and wouldn't let go, and even cried: "You're actually here
You're looking for me, woo woo! I'm so touched, I love you! Superman!"
"This level seems a bit excessive."
The little Superboy who smiled helplessly was a little bit resistant to this black man who hadn't taken a shower for who knows how long. He smiled bitterly and pulled the fan away, but the latter still kept pestering him with snot and tears:
"I just want people to respect me and not let them be so fanatical. I can still live a normal life."
"Don't worry yet, don't be so sure."
Speaking of which, Su Ming is a long-time user of mushroom cigars. He knows that this kind of thing is not as easy to use as imagined, because although it can affect people's subconscious, it is easy to cause problems in details. He comforted Little Superman
After calming down for a while, he said to the little black man:
"Yes, your fandom has been recognized, so what are you going to do next to thank your idol for coming to meet you?"
"Oh, of course, I want to make better pictures to help promote my idol on the Internet!"
After saying that, the little black man immediately sat back at his computer desk and began to use his strongest ability to help his idol become famous.
An inconspicuous blush appeared on his dark face. He modified and modified the half-finished picture, replacing another actor in the G film with himself, and then posted it on the Internet with the caption
He is a huge fan of Superboy-Prime.
At this time, Clark's face turned dark again, and he discovered that Deathstroke's methods often fall into two extremes.
Either they control people like puppets and completely lose their sense of autonomy; or the control is too general and only changes the general position, but leaves many hidden dangers.
If such photos are posted online, the impact will be even worse. What kind of rubbish fans are they? They are worse than black people.
"die!"
The heat vision spurted out and directly burned the little black man who had just turned around to claim credit into a puddle of white ash. Not satisfied with this, the little superman even overturned the computer desk and trampled the monitor and main case.
After being smashed to pieces, he finally calmed down and said to the death knell:
"It seems that the shortcut method I want to take is not realistic? The holy vat war plan cannot be launched without launching it."
"Yes, the human heart is very complex. If you want to change a person suddenly, you either lack flexibility or stability."
With a smile on his face, Su Ming quickly touched his nose with the palm of his hand to cover up the upturned corners of his mouth, removed the traces of the two people's presence at the murder scene, and disguised it as a computer leakage accident:
"Although I still have quantum concepts that can be used to reshape a person's life, and I can also manipulate time to restart someone's life, but these methods are not as good as the original method, which is to change the social environment and let people think for themselves."
"Okay, I'm a little impatient." Superboy sighed. He originally thought he could struggle a little, so that the Holy Vat War might not have to be fought. After all, a lot of people would still die.
There is also a contradictory side to his character. He wants to benefit from confrontation, but he also doesn't want to benefit from harming others at the same time.
"If there is a shortcut, I will definitely take it, but isn't it impossible?"
After disguising the scene, Deathstroke patted Superboy on the shoulder, conveyed him home, and persuaded him in a gentle tone:
"I know you don't want to see people sacrifice for you, but these sacrifices are for the greater good. Don't forget that it was you who allowed the World Forger to reshape the Origin Earth. Everyone here owes you a life, and today
, you just have to take back some, they owe you."
"Yes, they owe me!" Superboy received support. He took a deep breath and re-firmed his belief: "Since only by letting them sacrifice can they realize my goodness, then let's do it. I've had enough.
My old life is gone, I want to become a hero that everyone respects!"