PS: The Saiyans in this story have been adjusted to better fit the plot's development. Please do not forcibly compare them to their anime counterparts.
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Boom!
The earth trembled violently. Yellow sand shot skyward as smoke and dust billowed outward.
When the dust finally settled, a figure leaped out of a crater half a meter deep.
Though his clothes were already tattered and torn, his powerful physique was as hard as steel—without a single scratch to be seen.
Beneath a head of black, curly hair, a pair of pale blue eyes gleamed like clear springs, transparent and pure.
His square, chiseled face—sharp as if carved by blade and axe—radiated resilience and unyielding resolve.
He looked as flawless as an ancient Greek sculpture.
Standing opposite him was a young, handsome man with black hair, dressed neatly in a suit. He stood calmly, gazing at him.
The stark contrast in their appearances seemed to silently narrate the balance of this battle.
"Clark, do you still want to keep fighting?" the man in the suit asked with a smile.
"Why wouldn't I, Lucas?" Clark replied, smiling in return.
In the next instant, he lowered his stance and exploded forward with tremendous force.
The ground beneath his feet cracked violently, spiderweb fissures spreading outward from the impact point.
Clark shot forward like a bullet leaving the barrel, a piercing whistle cutting through the air as he appeared right before Lucas.
His clenched fist carried the full force of his body, compressed air forming a terrifying pressure wave as it smashed straight toward Lucas's face.
In the past, Clark had always needed to restrain himself—constantly controlling his strength to avoid harming people and the surroundings.
But the man before him now, Lucas Reed, allowed him to remove every limiter.
To finally, freely, and thoroughly vent the frustration he had suppressed in his heart for so many years.
Bang!
That earth-shaking punch—heavy as a mountain—was caught effortlessly by Lucas with just his left hand.
A violent gust of wind erupted outward in a circular shockwave centered on the two of them.
Without surprise, Clark threw another punch.
His attacks were crude and unrefined, completely lacking technique—but brutally direct.
Fists and legs collided again and again. Though they fought with mere human bodies, the resulting impact sounded like heavy industrial machinery crashing together.
The ground beneath their feet resembled land that had been bombarded by artillery—pockmarked and utterly ruined.
Eight minutes later—
Bang!
Clark was kicked away, flying over a hundred meters before crashing into the ground and rolling more than ten meters before finally dissipating the force.
He sprawled out on the ground in a starfish shape, staring at the sky.
Moments later, Lucas flew over and landed beside him.
"Thank you, Lucas. I've never felt so refreshed—body and mind alike," Clark said loudly, laughing despite being beaten more than he struck.
Lucas shrugged. "I promised I'd help you let it all out."
Clark stood up and extended his hand.
"I'm truly glad we crossed fists this time. Thank you for your generosity, Lucas."
The two clasped hands tightly.
After releasing their grip, Lucas brought Clark back to his office.
Tilting his head back, Clark drank an entire barrel of mineral water before letting out a deeply satisfied groan.
"That was exhilarating!"
Lucas reached into his left sleeve and took out a small black card, no more than three centimeters long and wide.
Once Clark set down the water barrel, Lucas handed it to him.
"This is my private contact information. Call me if you ever need anything."
Clark took the card. His pupils contracted slightly, and the card instantly magnified in his vision.
The micron-level raised texture on its surface appeared perfectly clear to him. In moments, he had memorized the unique number.
"I live at the Kent farm in Smallville, Kansas," Clark said cheerfully, patting Lucas on the shoulder.
"You're welcome anytime if you have the chance."
"I will. I promise," Lucas replied without hesitation.
"My journey of self-discovery isn't over yet. I'll be heading out again," Clark said.
Clark Kent stepped forward and hugged Lucas.
"I'll miss you, Lucas."
"So will I, Clark."
After seeing Clark off in a passing vehicle, Lucas returned to his office.
"To think I'd run into Superman while he was traveling," Lucas muttered, squinting at the newspaper on his desk.
"This world is starting to get interesting."
On the newspaper's front page was a casually dressed young man with an unrestrained expression.
TONY STARK OFFICIALLY TAKES OVER STARK INDUSTRIES
Stroking his chin, Lucas stood up, brewed a cup of tea, and sat back down.
He had transmigrated into this world nineteen years ago. At first, he thought it was nothing more than an ordinary world.
That illusion shattered the moment he noticed names like Captain America, Stark Industries, and Wayne Enterprises in the newspapers.
Only then did he realize he had arrived in an extraordinary universe.
Still, Lucas wasn't overly worried.
From the moment he was born, he possessed a cheat—Saiyan bloodline.
The strange thing was that he never had a tail.
Aside from that anomaly, every other trait matched that of a pure-blooded Saiyan. As for why, even he didn't know.
With Saiyan potential, as long as he didn't recklessly seek death early on, he could handle the vast majority of dangers within this merged universe.
As for beings like the Four Great Cosmic Entities, the Living Tribunal, or embodiments of Death and Dream—
As long as Lucas didn't deliberately seek disaster, encountering them would be nearly impossible.
"Dear big brother, I'm back!"
A clear, lively voice rang out from outside the office.
The door was pushed open by a pair of fair, delicate hands.
A petite, agile girl with long black hair flowing past her shoulders rushed inside.
"Carrie, how many times have I told you? Knock before entering," Lucas said, frowning.
"Nope! I don't knock when it's my brother's room!" Carrie wrinkled her nose playfully.
"You little rascal… do whatever you want," Lucas sighed, shaking his head. He had long since given up disciplining his mischievous sister.
When Lucas was eight years old, his parents had picked up this little sister from somewhere unknown.
Though they firmly insisted that Carrie was their biological daughter, Lucas knew better.
This girl's identity was absolutely not simple.
Giggle.
Carrie tossed her schoolbag onto the sofa and scooted over to Lucas's side.
"What is it?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, looking at the hand she extended toward him.
"I'm hungry," Carrie said weakly, rubbing her stomach with her other hand.
"You really should get checked at a hospital. Maybe you've got a cosmic roundworm growing in there," Lucas complained helplessly.
Yet his hand betrayed him as he pulled ten dollars from his pocket and placed it into her palm.
"Thanks, big brother. You're the best!" Carrie kissed him on the cheek and happily dashed out to buy food.
"…I must owe you from a past life," Lucas muttered with a bitter smile.
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"SIR, we detected no radiation reaction, and no residual heat signatures."
"There are also no remains—organic or otherwise—belonging to any non-human lifeforms at the scene."
"It can be concluded that these battle traces were not caused by thermal weapons or supernatural phenomena."
A slightly balding agent read from a report while speaking on the phone.
"Agent Coulson, are you trying to tell me,"
"that all those craters—seven to eight meters wide and half a meter deep—were created by human force alone?"
Hearing the question, Coulson's cheek twitched.
But he could only reply, "Yes. Everything at the scene indicates that this is the truth, Director Fury."
There was a brief silence on the other end before Fury spoke again.
"Coulson, I'll immediately request access to satellite surveillance data."
"Any being capable of causing destruction on the scale of clustered thermal weapons cannot be ignored."
"Imagine if this battle had taken place in New York or Washington. The consequences would be catastrophic."
"Deploy all agents at once. Monitor every county surrounding the incident location.
You are authorized to investigate any suspicious individual you encounter."
Coulson nodded solemnly.
"Understood, Director."
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AUTHOR NOTE, NOT MINE
Author's Note:
I'll clarify in advance.
First, the fusion of Marvel and DC will not be changed. That is the core outline.
Second, which universe takes priority and which supports it has already been decided. Due to plot requirements, some characters may disappear as a result of the fusion.
The entire outline is already written and will not undergo major revisions.