The God's Love for Braised Pork Hock

"What?!

Darkseid?!"

Mera froze, her expression instantly tightening with anxiety.

"Is it Uxas, the one who brought the Mother Boxes to Earth, the new ruler of Apokolips?!"

Hearing Mera's words, Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction. He turned to Bruce with a smile and said,

"Look at their races—whether Amazons or Atlanteans—as soon as Darkseid is mentioned, they know his identity, history, and the crisis he brings.

Now look at Earthlings. With thousands of years of civilization, they're stuck in a cycle of distorting and fabricating history. They can't even clarify their ancestors' true records. What's there to be proud of?"

As his words landed, Bruce's brow furrowed, and he thoughtfully replied,

"That's because human lifespans are too short, and our lives too fragile. If we had their bodies and longevity, our legacy would outlast theirs!

Even with our frail physiques, we still achieve what they cannot!"

"Hah, perhaps humans achieve the impossible precisely because they lack such lifespans and environments.

Long-lived and short-lived species have different lifestyles and aspirations, Bruce. You need to complement each other!"

Heisenberg's assertion made Bruce nod lightly. He affirmed,

"You're right. I'll use my influence to inspire more humans. We're worthy of embracing our best selves!"

"Exactly!"

Heisenberg nodded, then smiled at Mera, whose face was filled with envy.

Mera was utterly envious. In just a few exchanges, this deity had repeatedly expressed hope for humanity's future and offered guidance.

Why didn't Atlantis receive such treatment from him!

When she noticed Heisenberg smiling at her, she grew excited. Are you finally going to guide my people?

But the next moment, Heisenberg said approvingly,

"Set that aside for now, Bruce. Let's see if the newcomer I've chosen for the Justice League is qualified.

When I mentioned both my proposal to crown her and the threat of Darkseid's invasion, she immediately focused on the impending danger.

The vision of becoming a queen pales in comparison to her concern for her homeland's safety."

As his words landed, Heisenberg extended his hand to Mera, who grasped it eagerly, though still bewildered.

Feeling her heartbeat, Heisenberg continued,

"You're the first Atlantean noble to meet me. That's your own effort.

You prioritized Darkseid's threat over the power you might gain. That's your choice.

Your desire for power has never overshadowed your dedication to protecting your homeland. That's your character.

Power won't burden you. In fact, you've never craved it.

So…"

Here, Heisenberg turned to Batman and Superman, whose eyes were now gleaming with understanding, and continued,

"You're the most suitable person to become Aquaman, because those who desire power least are the ones least burdened by it!"

As his words landed, Heisenberg released Mera's hand and decisively told Clark and Bruce,

"Mera will temporarily join the Justice League as a princess. We'll choose an appropriate time to explore the ocean with her.

Once we confirm her people's situation and her qualifications,

she'll become Aquaman and the bridge between Atlantis, the Justice League, and humanity."

Heisenberg smiled and clapped his hands. Wine instantly flowed into Bruce's and Clark's cups.

Raising his glass, he said to everyone,

"Then, let's toast to our new member!"

"Absolutely!"

"I'm in!"

"What? What's happening? The Justice League? Me? A female Aquaman?"

Mera, utterly confused, raised her glass and clinked it with the others, then drank the wine in a daze.

Moments later, she set down her cup, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

He still didn't guide my people. He only praised me personally…

Though flattered, she felt…

Looking at Heisenberg's smiling face, she lowered her head, unsure of herself.

Am I truly qualified to be the ruler he speaks of?

…

Moments later, she lifted her head resolutely.

Becoming Aquaman is a dream. The real issue is Darkseid and the Mother Boxes!!!

She urgently asked Heisenberg,

"Lord… Heisenberg, about Darkseid you mentioned…?"

"You just mentioned a name, Uxas!

Yes, that's him—he's Darkseid now!"

Heisenberg tapped the table and explained to Bruce and Clark,

"Diana told us about Darkseid's history, but she omitted some details—or perhaps she never delved deeper.

In ancient times, when Darkseid invaded Earth, he wasn't called Darkseid yet!

He hadn't become his planet's ruler, so he wasn't qualified to be called the 'Dark Lord.'"

Bruce nodded in understanding.

"So, the Darkseid of that era wasn't at his strongest. The one we'll face now is even more powerful, right?"

"Exactly!"

Heisenberg confirmed Bruce's guess.

"Not just more powerful. There's something you don't know.

When Darkseid invaded Earth back then, he was only the equivalent of an eight-year-old human!"

"What?!"

"How is that possible?!"

"He was only eight?"

The three were stunned. Clark urgently asked Heisenberg,

"Great-Grandfather, are you saying the invasion that forced all Earth's races and gods to unite against him was led by an eight-year-old child?!"

"Yes, a child!"

Heisenberg nodded, then shook his head.

"Of course, that's just a comparative age. He wasn't actually that young, but he was incredibly immature and inexperienced.

Especially compared to now, he was extremely weak back then!"

As his words landed, Heisenberg waved his right hand, summoning a robot to his side.

He then turned to Bruce.

"Buddy, got any cash? Send this little cutie to buy us dinner.

No need to rush off. Since I'm sharing so much, if there's nothing urgent, let's talk more about Darkseid."

"Huh???"

Mera looked at Heisenberg, bewildered. What… is this?

Before Bruce could respond, Clark laughed.

"No need. I brought cash this time, just in case.

We can't always let Bruce pay, right, Great-Grandfather!"

Saying this, Clark pulled a small roll of bills from his cloak and handed it to the robot.

The penguin-shaped robot held the bills with both hands, turned to Heisenberg, and awaited further instructions.

Heisenberg patted the robot's head.

"After leaving, connect to Earth's network and buy some Chinese food from Chinatown.

Make sure to get braised pork hock. The rest is up to you!"

Heisenberg gave the robot a push, and it darted out of the ship in a flash.

Moments later, those outside the ship were stunned to see a robot sprinting from it?!

Instantly, countless people made way for the robot, while many more simply followed it.

The robot's speed was comparable to a motorcycle, but many still managed to keep up!

…

After the robot left, Heisenberg turned to Mera and softly explained,

"Last night, before battling Doomsday, I had a conversation with Darkseid, who was possessing a human.

No need to discuss the details. Suffice to say, our era begins with the war between me and him.

To prepare for his impending attack—his army could blanket the entire Earth—I formed the Justice League.

I'm selecting heroes from Earth who are qualified, capable, unique, and determined to resist.

They'll defend Earth against Darkseid's forces after I confront him.

It's dangerous and difficult. Do you think you can handle it, Mera?"

"Of course!"

Mera nodded decisively.

"Atlantis has always been Darkseid's enemy. Our ancestors, alongside the gods, repelled him. One of his three Mother Boxes is still preserved in my kingdom!

Whether or not you raise the banner, we're destined to oppose him. This has always been our war!!!"

"I understand."

Heisenberg nodded and extended his hand to Mera again.

"Then, the Justice League welcomes you, Mera."

"I'm honored, my lord!"

Mera finally realized her fate had changed. This time, her hand trembled slightly as she shook Heisenberg's.

Sensing her nervousness, Heisenberg didn't discuss Atlantis further.

He mentioned visiting the underwater kingdom after exploring the Amazon with Bruce and others, to personally experience it before planning Atlantis's next steps.

So, before dinner arrived, Heisenberg and Mera discussed ancient wars and Darkseid's past.

…

As they talked, the robot raced toward Chinatown.

Behind it trailed countless police motorcycles, private bikes, mounted officers, skilled bikers, and even helicopters.

The terrifying spectacle nearly gave Chinatown residents heart attacks!

The robot stopped at a restaurant called Nan Zhou Braised Meat, and the endless vehicles followed suit.

The restaurant's owner, a burly woman, stared at the countless cameras and videographers, utterly confused.

Only when the robot, using its penguin-like wings, handed her the bills did the crowd realize it was buying food.

The next moment, particles detached from the robot's body, forming words in midair:

"Braised pork hock and other Chinese dishes. Hurry!"

This scene was instantly broadcast online, reaching countless citizens.

In that moment, a global frenzy for Chinese cuisine erupted!

Not only did Michelin restaurants make way for Chinese food, but every chef skilled in Chinese cuisine saw their pay triple!

Countless Chinese chefs became overnight celebrities, invited to every party.

Anyone who could make braised pork hock gained unlimited romantic prospects at events!

Media outlets began interviews, and comedians turned Chinese food into endless jokes.

At the heart of it all was one phrase:

"The God loves Chinese food, especially braised pork hock!!!"