"Eden, what do you think of the current strength of the Global Guardians Second Team?"
Cecil shook his head helplessly as he observed the Global Guardians Second Team, who had already been defeated and subdued by Eden. Turning to Eden, who stood calmly beside him, he asked again.
"Black Samson needs some stimulation to recover his superpowers. Perhaps he needs to… die again, just like the last time he lost his abilities."
"Elongated Man needs to strengthen his physique, Cecil. Don't hold back on those surgeries or potions you have that can turn humans into superhumans."
"Beast Girl needs a device to resist the side effects of her beast transformation. Otherwise, you'll eventually need to prepare… diapers for her."
"Dupli-Kate needs to bring her brain to the battlefield! If I were her, I'd always leave a duplicate at the base and another outside the battlefield, so her duplicates are never absent when she needs them most."
"Eve and Rex need to go to college and catch up on their physics knowledge. At the same time, Rex needs a suit of armor that can continuously provide him with equipment, as well as a drone swarm to supply him on the battlefield."
Eden carefully analyzed all the weaknesses and shortcomings of the Global Guardians Second Team, reporting his conclusions to Cecil.
"So… there's still hope for the future?"
Cecil pondered for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Heh heh… that depends. What exactly do you intend to do with the power of the Global Guardians Second Team, Cecil?"
Eden's lips curved into a small smile.
"What if my ultimate goal is to use them against superhumans… like you?"
Cecil's throat went dry. "Hmm?!"
Eden furrowed his brow, slightly puzzled by Cecil's reaction.
"I'm talking about your mother's kin."
Cecil immediately realized Eden had misunderstood and quickly clarified, "Oh?"
Hearing this, Eden looked at him with newfound respect. He had no idea where Cecil had obtained his knowledge about the Viltrumites, but it was enough to earn his attention.
"If your goal is to have them fight the Viltrumites, you might as well disband the Global Guardians today," Eden said.
Shaking his head, he added, "Your order is essentially sending them all to their deaths."
Sighing, Cecil could do nothing more. Some things simply couldn't be fixed. He couldn't conjure a team of super-strong defenders for Earth out of thin air.
As for the threat of the Viltrumites, even the envoy from the Star Alliance who contacted the Earth Defense Agency after Eden left for Mars had admitted he was powerless.
"Well, the entire universe has been forced to band together by the Viltrumites. It's not surprising that you, Cecil, can't handle them alone," he consoled himself.
"Cecil, don't worry so much about matters far beyond your capability," Eden said gently, patting his shoulder in a comforting, almost superior way.
After speaking, Eden turned and left.
"Eden, you are Earth's last card—the only trump card. Please… don't be like your mother."
Cecil watched him go, shaking his head. He knew without a doubt that Eden was the trump card Earth had been waiting for. But a trump card was also a wild card. In the wrong hands—or if mishandled—it could blow up catastrophically.
Meanwhile, Eden's invincible parents were already in motion.
Japan.
The largest mafia organization in the country.
"Tell me immediately! What have you Knights Order been planning recently? Why haven't there been any movements? This doesn't fit your style of wanting to see the world in chaos."
Omni-Man, Nolan, and Superman, Clark, arrived almost simultaneously, effortlessly defeating all the gang members both outside and inside the building. They interrogated Killer Mantis, a figure resembling a Kamen Rider.
"Uh… this?!"
At that moment, Killer Mantis's mind went blank. He couldn't recall any recent violations of the organization's rules.
Looking up at Superman hovering above, he asked uncertainly, "Are you… asking me?"
Clark, slightly confused by the question, shook his head.
"Sorry, I wasn't asking you."
Killer Mantis immediately noticed that Superman wore his underwear on the outside. Embarrassed, he corrected himself, shaking his head.
"Actually, our Knights Order is considering a transformation. The underworld… it's exhausting. Constantly being watched by the 'cops,' rivals, undercover agents, and disloyal subordinates—not to mention the threat from superheroes."
He continued, "So, the new head of our Knights Order has decided we will transition fully from the shadowy underworld to a legitimate multinational enterprise."
"New head?"
Clark's instincts tingled. "Your Knights Order changed leaders? Who has the ability to depose William?"
At that moment, something in Killer Mantis's words felt off. Clark flew in closer, observing him carefully.
"Ah?"
Killer Mantis froze, unsure what to say. "Damn it… what should I answer?"
"Forget it. We'll investigate," Clark said, signaling Nolan, and both left tactically.
Once Nolan and Clark had gone, Killer Mantis entered a lead-lined room, picked up a computer, and typed furiously.
"What's wrong? What happened, Mantis? Did something go wrong?"
Suddenly, a group chat that had been dead stirred to life. Lurking bosses began communicating frantically.
"You must be careful of Omni-Man, Nolan, and the BOSS who wears his underwear on the outside! It seems they are investigating the Knights Order's transformation. Also… the BOSS's illness seems to have worsened. He's babbling again."
Killer Mantis recalled Clark's earlier question about who had deposed William and shook his head, knowing they had to tread carefully.
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