"Are the two of you planning to demolish my house?" Bruce asked helplessly.
But behind his calm tone, he was deeply shaken.
He knew Diana’s strength all too well. When they faced Doomsday together, she had fought fiercely, and Bruce still rembered that scene vividly. Her might was on par with the late Superman.
And yet...
What had he just witnessed?
The mighty Wonder Woman had been completely suppressed.
That man—Ronan—had taken all of Diana’s attacks without a single scratch.
It was terrifying.
Bruce had known from their last encounter that Ronan was unfathomable, but seeing him overpower Diana so effortlessly was still shocking. He even began to wonder: if Superman were resurrected, could even he defeat this man?
As Bruce was caught up in his thoughts, Diana’s sharp voice cut through.
"Bruce, do you care to explain!?"
Her face was full of anger.
Her Sword of Athena lay ruined. And though Fenric had only defended himself, it was still Batman’s sche that had led to this outco.
The responsibility clearly lay with him.
Bruce sighed. "Sorry, Diana. How much was your weapon worth? I’ll compensate you—double the value."
"It’s not about money!" Diana’s fury flared hotter.
"Yes!" Fenric added with mock seriousness, "Bruce, that sword was a divine weapon forged by a god himself. You can’t put a price on it~"
"Ronan, must you add fuel to the fire?" Bruce muttered, rubbing his temples.
Fenric only grinned. "Bruce, you know I’m no enemy. But you did trick Diana into fighting , and sothing got broken. So naturally, you have to take responsibility. In fact, I’d say you owe compensation for ntal damage as well."
"Fine. Then go ahead and na your price," Bruce replied dryly.
Is this man even human?
Fenric rolled his eyes. He wasn’t hurting for money—after all, he carried a black card with a hundred-million quota valid in any modern world. He might not match Bruce’s bottomless wealth, but he was far from poor.
After so thought, Fenric smirked. "Let tour your base. I’ll take sothing as compensation."
"The Batcave is off-limits," Bruce refused instantly. His equipnt was the product of years of effort; he would never simply hand it over.
"Enough!" Diana finally cut in, clearly annoyed by the two n bargaining like rchants. "Bruce, you owe an explanation. And you’ll have plenty of ti to give it after we deal with Steppenwolf!"
At the ntion of Steppenwolf, both Diana and Bruce instinctively glanced at Fenric.
They had seen his overwhelming power firsthand. With an ally like him, perhaps Steppenwolf wasn’t so fearso after all.
Fenric caught their looks. "What’s with the stares? Oh—right."
With a flick of his hand, the mother box he had casually tossed aside earlier flew into his grasp, guided by his telekinesis. He held it out toward Bruce.
"Here, you keep this safe."
"Mother box!" Diana’s eyes widened. "Where did you get that!?"
She recognized it instantly. The Amazons had guarded one for centuries—she knew its form well.
Bruce was equally stunned. "This is... a mother box?"
Fenric chuckled. "I found it in Atlantis. I happened to run into Steppenwolf trying to steal it. So I drove him off. I figured it wouldn’t be safe left there, so I brought it here instead."
"Steppenwolf!" Diana and Bruce exclaid at once. Their eyes t, both filled with shock.
"You’re saying you encountered Steppenwolf—and defeated him?" Diana asked incredulously.
"Of course." Fenric nodded. "Though to be honest, that guy was pretty cowardly. I only punched him once, and he imdiately abandoned the mother box and ran."
Diana: "..."
Bruce: "..."
Both of them fell silent, exchanging exasperated looks before rolling their eyes at Fenric in unison.
Steppenwolf wasn’t timid—it was Fenric’s monstrous strength that was abnormal.
Bruce found himself thinking: With this man on our side, does Steppenwolf even matter?
"Diana, is he really that weak?" Bruce asked hesitantly.
"No." Diana shook her head firmly. "Steppenwolf is powerful—terrifying, even. Thousands of years ago, all the races of Earth, even the gods, had to unite to drive him away. He’s a threat capable of destroying the world."
Her words carried the weight of history.
But when she and Bruce glanced back at Fenric, their eyes held sothing stranger—uncertainty mixed with awe.
"Don’t look at like that." Fenric shrugged. "I’m telling the truth. His offense wasn’t bad. Just... nothing special."
He said it deliberately, to send a ssage—
With him around, there was no need to resurrect Superman.
Diana found herself questioning reality. The Steppenwolf she knew as a nightmare of legend was being dismissed by this man as a re nuisance.
Yet... after seeing Fenric shatter her Sword of Athena with a single blow, she could not doubt his words.
"Bruce, perhaps you should introduce properly," Diana said at last.
"He’s Ronan Anderson," Bruce sighed. "Our ally."
With such an ally, even the looming threat of Steppenwolf seed far less dire.
At that mont, Fenric added casually, "Bruce, Diana—the mother box is yours to safeguard. If Steppenwolf dares show his face again, I’ll handle him."
"What about you?" Bruce asked quickly. "What will you do?"
"Sorry. That’s my own business. Not convenient to share."
With that, Fenric lifted into the air, using his telekinesis to propel himself skyward, and soon vanished from sight.
Contacting the Justice League was rely part of his experint with hidden missions. His true focus lay elsewhere—on his main task.
Watching him depart, Bruce exhaled deeply. "With a man like that around... would Steppenwolf even dare to co?"
But Diana’s expression remained grave. "Don’t underestimate him, Bruce. Even if Ronan can defeat him, if Steppenwolf gathers all three mother boxes and fuses them, the world will face unimaginable danger. The power of the mother boxes... you can’t comprehend it."
Bruce’s face hardened. He looked down at the mother box in his hands, his expression solemn.
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