It was fine when she was unknown, but once her name became widely known, the flood of junk information became unbearably annoying.
Young, beautiful, talented, and wealthy—so many advantages gathered in one person made it impossible not to become the subject of discussion.
Unfortunately, her ability only functioned at night. People sincerely praising her in the dead of night were rare. Most of the time, in some hidden corner, one or several lewd men would chant her name while indulging in crude fantasies—or worse.
This troubled her for a long time. These people did not deserve death, nor did they have any real connection to her; at most, they were taking verbal advantage. She couldn't exactly shoot them dead from afar, could she?
As her fame grew, the number of such people increased. She could not lose her mind and go on a killing spree, so in the end she deliberately allocated part of her mental power to block the "receiving" function of her senses.
Kryptonians also deliberately suppress their super-hearing to avoid information overload. The reasons differed, but the goal was the same. Miss Thea could only choose to block it.
Now, using the holy sword as a medium, she could almost hear the calls and prayers of all living beings. When she tried to shut the channel unilaterally, the sword stopped her, as if encouraging her to listen to what those people were saying.
"Are you sure?" Thea had to withdraw from deep meditation. Meditating amid tens of millions—hundreds of millions—of voices was something she simply could not do. Few people could.
The message conveyed by the holy sword was warm, like that of a close elder or friend. It was not forcing her—only encouraging her to try.
"Fine. I'll try."
Her surging mental power put her in an exceptionally good state. In an instant, she could generate tens of thousands of thoughts—not chaotic noise, but orderly, structured ideas. Her mind functioned like a supercomputer, performing countless calculations every second. She had the confidence to take on a high-difficulty challenge.
Acting as a human terminal, she began receiving information from all living beings. At first, the holy sword opened only a small channel. Seeing that she handled it with ease, it gradually increased the inflow.
"I wonder if Alice will agree to go on a date with me…" "Will Dad come watch my baseball game…?" "Please let this fishing trip return with a full haul…"
Countless wishes flooded into Thea's consciousness. Legends said that gods could answer their followers' prayers, descending with power or avatars. She once thought it sounded simple enough. Now, after barely half a minute, she wanted to curse—it was exhausting.
She didn't need to process or respond. Merely receiving the information made her spiritual form sway.
Seeing no sign that the holy sword intended to stop, Thea could only endure.
Her sharp mind quickly devised a compromise solution. Many wishes were weak—optional at best—and could be set aside. She would prioritize those with strong intent. Since she didn't need to respond, she would listen as quickly as possible and move on.
Her mental power was consumed at high speed. At the same time, those with stronger wishes seemed to sense that their prayers were being acknowledged, their emotions lifting as they unconsciously fed back small amounts of mental power. With these replenishments, her reserves continued to shrink—but she could still hold out for a while.
During this process, she also heard many familiar voices.
Shado praying for them to capture Brick. Laurel wishing to see her sister. Luthor's secretary hoping that he might spare her a glance amid his endless work.
Most wishes were kind. Naturally, many were vile—and those Thea discarded immediately.
While filtering the information, a beam of golden light entered her spiritual world. This was an unmatched call. The strength of will and sincerity of desire surpassed the sum of all the wishes she had processed so far.
"My brother and I are trapped in the basement by bad people. They're on their way to kill our dad. I beg Heaven to give me the strength to save him!"
The image of a young boy appeared in Thea's consciousness.
His voice was not loud, but his resolve and determination surpassed conventional definitions of power. The entire channel fell silent, leaving only this single plea.
"Hawk and Dove… Don Hall? Then the one beside him must be his brother, Hank Hall."
Through her network of medical pods, Thea had collected extensive personal data. She knew these brothers. They were not major figures on a global scale. The elder brother relied on violence to solve problems—an ordinary man in her eyes. But the younger, Don Hall, was extraordinary.
His combat power was negligible, yet his sanctity was unrivaled. Even the Black Lanterns that swept across worlds could not shake him.
Thea shook her head and laughed softly. "So even Hawk and Dove's future is something I set in motion? Interesting."
Understanding the causal chain, she knew what she had to do. She summoned the unicorn that embodied her light and sacred aspect.
The unicorn's spiritual form did not transform into human shape. Their minds were already connected; no words were needed.
"Come, Arthas. Merge with me completely. From today onward, there is no separation between us."
The unicorn gently licked the corner of her eye. Thea tugged at its ear in return. Knowing she would never see this familiar companion again brought her genuine sadness—but this was fusion, not parting in life and death. She steadied her resolve.
Wiping the damp corner of her eye, the unicorn sensed her determination. They had merged before; only a slight adjustment of resonance was required.
"Come."
Thea opened her mind completely, welcoming the future that fate had arranged for her.
The fusion of the two spiritual bodies caused violent upheaval throughout the realm. Mountains, lakes, and forests formed of mental power were drawn in, dissolving into pure origin energy to fuel the union.
Thea's consciousness operated at extreme speed. Power remained. Origin remained. As for the sacred traits and qualities, she sealed them layer by layer into a radiant golden sphere.
This sphere represented the purest part of herself. She knew that absorbing it would bring about a drastic transformation in her moral nature.
Justice was admirable—worth aspiring to. She could shoulder the world if necessary. But she did not like that image, did not wish to become a purely righteous being. That was not who she was.
"Those brothers—especially Don—are rare saints of this age. They should suit your standards."
Whether she was speaking to the merged unicorn or to herself, even she could not say.
This complete fusion brought no golden helm or armor as before. Instead came a fundamental leap in her level of existence. Perhaps still inferior to Superman or Diana, but on this Earth, few could rival her now.
That golden sphere carried traces of Thea's own essence and a fragment of the unicorn's abilities. The power within was more than enough to transform the Hall brothers completely.