Chương 683: 683. Dead Ones
Everyone was shocked when he uttered the president's name. Bruce had now gone numb to anything Alexander did.
*Woosh* Flash also returned.
Alexander meanwhile continued talking on the phone. "Yeah, you know Superman? Yeah, yeah, the one who died. Well, he's alive again. But his humble farm was bought by the Kansas bank. Tell them to sell it back to Superman at the cost of 1 dollar."
Alexander then looked at Clark, "Boy, do you have a dollar?"
Clark checked his suit, and all he could find in there was a handkerchief. "I got nothing but this suit."
Alexander nodded and talked on the phone, "Well, Obama, tell them to sell it for...ummm... 1 thumb-sized stone."
Obama's voice came from the other side, "How valuable is the stone?"
Alexander picked up a random stone from the ground and replied, "Well, it's a pretty stone. Very smooth and round. Found it on the ground just now. Anyway, tell them to do it and find me if they want the money later. Yeah yeah, I'll help you in the next term."
As soon as he cut the call, he raised his thumb, "Done, you can go into your home now. They will soon come with papers and the keys."
Batman looked at his face. With "what the fuck" expression.
Flash said what Bruce wanted to. "Was that the fricking president?"
Alexander nodded while taking Thea back into his arms, "Of course, Obama is a very unique name so yeah. How many more do you know?"
"How were you able to order him like that?" Lois asked.
"What why? He's like my secretary right now. The best part is, I don't even have to pay him a salary."
Barry was excited, "Awesome... Can I go to the White House and eat a pizza at the President's table?"
"Sure." Alexander shrugged.
He turned to Clark, "You should settle down. We will announce your return later. People are going to love seeing you again."
"They hate me, I'm an alien." Clark melancholy replied.
"And I am an extra-dimensional god," Alexander argued.
Clark nodded, "Exactly, you're the god. They pray to you. They would love you if you announced your existence."
Alexander laughed loudly, "Hahaha, tell that to my brother Jesus. No, Clark. The humans would crucify me and call me a heathen. In their minds, God is superficial and whoever claims to be a god is a false god."
He continued, "Do you know how many angels were sent from heaven to correct this planet but were all killed after being called heathen? 128 in total. Yeah, one even came to help during the Black Plague. He preached good hygiene and taking baths regularly because, in response to the debauchery of Roman baths, the early Christian church frequently discouraged cleanliness.
"He also preached not killing cats as they killed rats. He told them about bacteria and that it causes the plague. He even built a crude microscope to teach them. But they burned him, calling him a witch and to make the gods happy so they stop the plague."
"So no, they would hate me," Alexander said.
Barry agreed, "To be honest, If I hadn't seen you and known how cool you are, I would have called you a pretend god too. That's just human nature. I'm also a man of science, so I would doubt your claims even more. "
Alexander raised his hand, "See,"
"Grandpa, Thea hungry." Thea suddenly spoke.
This garnered attention from Lois and Martha. "Aww, who is she?"
Alexander proudly explained, "Today is bring your child to work day in my realm. My son is nearly as tall as me so I can't really pick him in my arms and cuddle. This is my granddaughter, my little angel, Thea. Am I right?"
He rubbed his long beard on her cheek, making her ticklish. She giggled, "Hehe, stohp..."
"Let's go in then and eat something." Clark voiced.
"I will go and buy groceries," Martha said.
Alexander stopped them, "No need, it's already in there. I should even fix the farm and save you the trouble."
He waved his hand and fixed everything.
"COOL... Godly powers are so convenient," Barry exclaimed.
Next, all of them went in. Martha cooked something for them. But, Thea was hungry so Alexander quickly brought some nice fried rice from Phixheim.
"Thea... say aaaaa..."
"Aaaaaa om.." She ate her food happily while being spoiled by him. She wobbled her head as if enjoying her time greatly.
Alexander looked at Bruce and Clark, both were sitting a good distance away from each other. They still had bad blood.
"How long are you two gonna stare at each other? Just kiss already... I mean, shake hands and be good." Alexander told the two of them.
Bruce decided to be the bigger man and say sorry because it was him at the start who went after Clark just because he was an Alien and a danger to the world in his eyes.
"Clark, I was not right to attack you. You deserve to live on this planet as much as anybody else." Bruce said.
Clarke nodded but didn't say anything. This much animosity can't just disappear in minutes.
"Absolutely right, Bruce. Humans are also aliens on this planet. The first life came on this planet because of a meteorite. In a sense, everyone is an alien. Also, the Universe is filled with aliens so it doesn't make sense that you fight among each other. You will get plenty of enemies in the future." Alexander advised them.
Martha also came and tried to cheer Clark up. "Clark, don't doubt yourself. Your father wouldn't have wanted this. And I am sure he would have been proud of you if he was among us."
"Yes, if he was here. I could have saved him back then. Now look, I still had to come forward in front of the whole world. His death was senseless." Clark said with regret in his voice.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? I can summon his soul here from the heavens. You can have a nice talk with him." Alexander offered.
Everyone there stayed quiet in shock. Anyone would have the same reaction if someone said that they can summon their dead loved ones. Most would call it bullshit but here, it may be possible.
"Are you serious?" Barry asked.
"Sure, why not? What about you, Clark? Do you want to talk to him again?" Alexander inquired.
"Will he feel pained by being pulled here?" He asked back.
"NO, just some slight irritation as anyone would feel if they were to be brought out of their homes. But, do not anger him as spirits are prone to getting angry very fast." Alexander informed him.
*Sigh*
Clark simply nodded in affirmation.
Alexander did his magic and summoned the soul of Jonathan from heaven. A bluish light came out of his ring and the figure manifested in front of them. It was an old man.
Jonathan was an honest man who always believed in ethics and honesty during his life as a farmer, and he loved his adopted son Clark very much. Despite Clark being practically invincible, Jonathan was very overprotective of his adopted son, fearing that the world wouldn't accept Clark the way he and Martha did, and that his presence on Earth would change everything. Ultimately, Jonathan was so adamant not to reveal Clark's secret to the world that he died protecting it.
"Jonathan, talk to your son. Help him clear his mind, will you?" Alexander requested.
"Of course, godson."
Meanwhile, Bruce was questioning whether he should also talk to them or not.
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