Feng placed his hand on his head and sighed. "Yeah sure, not now. Maybe after some alien crisis happens, anyways this material world really has nothing to offer me except some worlds things I don't particularly need and also things I do need, like socialising with someone or else I would go completely insane behind that portal."
Kara raised an eyebrow. "Is the world behind your portal thay bad?."
"Not really, it's just peaceful and there aren't really any sentient beings there...well there might be but I usually explore it alone."
Supermam did not completely understand but nodded. "Well then I guess we would be seeing you quite often."
"Not really, I may be gone for months or weeks depending on what I'm going to do." Feng said nonchalantly, he may build a house when he returns to the mincecrafy world and by house he means a large castle atop a customised hill.
Though that sounded lonely as fuck....but he was always alone when he played Mc, his friends were the mobs he killed along the way.
Superman was now curious. "I didn't want to pry in earlier...but are you an alein because I can't really see any 'organs' on you and not only that, you skin also looks blocky if a human were to look at a microscope."
Supergirl turned her eyes to him and squinted. "Yeah, that is true."
Feng who was seemingly getting pierced X-rayed by the two solar panels covered his body almost instinctively. "Yeah, I'll be seeing you all some time, goodbye."
Feng quickly left the place leaving the two heroes before they look into something else, he still shuddered at the thought of them looking through his clothes...He wondered if netherite or Diamond could block their needed gazes.
"Should I leave this city and go to Goth—Yeah, that's a bad idea, maybe I'll just stay here in Metropolis for a while and I don't think anyone would suspect where I live. Well they won't know where I live." Feng continued walking. He wondered where one could find a good bakery in this city.
While he was walking, Feng was unaware that some sets of conniving eyes were watching his interactions with superman.
Let luthor was interested in this new person who seemed to have popped out of nowhere. He should know because his surveillance cameras saw when it happened.
And what was strange was the man was able to open portals, he at first thought he was a meta human but that was quickly despatched as he observed him for some time.
The second day he appeared, he met up with a group of teenagers, it seemed he was a social person. Bit after he separated from the teenagers, he went somewhere and opened portal entering it.
And for the next few days he did not appear. Well not until a red lantern came to metropolis and was about to cause rampage the man appeared from the portal once more. Confused it seems.
The red lantern challenged him and the man replied with a quick decline but he was forced upon combat making him summon an iron sword and...one made from diamonds?!!.
Let authority was stunned, he had seen many diamonds in his time and non of them would interest him at all, but the diamonds sword the man was holding was pure. His computers scanned and gave him the statistics that it was 100% free from any impurities so was the iron sword?!.
Lex Luthor leaned back in his chair, fingers tented beneath his chin, eyes narrowed as he replayed the footage once more—frame by frame. The movement of the man, Feng, wasn't just fluid—it was impossibly precise, almost... pre-coded. Like a simulation brought into reality.
"Run another diagnostic," Lex commanded, his voice cold and composed. Mercy, standing beside him, gave a slight nod and tapped into the interface again.
"He's not matching any known physiology. Not Kryptonian. Not Martian. Not Thanagarian. And those swords—"
Lex cut in. "Yes. They shouldn't exist. Not with that level of molecular integrity. Not outside a fabrication lab running on theoretical-grade quantum precision."
Mercy hesitated. "What do you want to do?"
Lex's lips curled into a thoughtful smirk. "Observe. Engage only when necessary. I want to know where he goes, what powers those portals, and most importantly—" He stood and walked to the glass overlooking the city. "—what dimension he keeps slipping off to. If he's traveling between realities, that's a power even Superman doesn't have. And if he's forging materials purer than Earth's crust can provide, then we're dealing with something… synthetic."
"Like a program?"
"Like a world with different rules," Lex said grimly. "And I want those rules."
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Meanwhile, Feng finally found a bakery that smelled halfway decent and didn't cost two gold ingots a croissant. He walked in, greeted the older woman behind the counter with a polite nod, and pointed at a custard-filled pastry.
"How much is that?." The woman stared at Feng for a few seconds before answering. "5 dollars."
Feng nodded and brought out five dollars from his inventory.
The woman blinked. Not because of the money—though she did a double-take at how he pulled it out—but because she had definitely not seen him carrying a bag or wallet.
"Uh... thanks," she said, handing over the pastry.
Feng gave a small smile. "No problem. Your bakery smells like something I'd build an outpost near."
She chuckled nervously. "Okay… you have a good day, sweetie."
Feng stepped outside, taking a bite of the pastry. The taste made his eyes widen slightly. "Whoa...Americans really have good bakers."
As he was walking, Feng stopped, a black cat stared at him and be stared at it back. He never thought he would meet these annoying creatures again but it seems he has been proven wrong. "Cat...leave my way."
As if mocking him, the cat kicked it's paw and while still staring at him. Feng's lips twitched, he sighed and just went around the cat, walking his way.
But the cat was relentless as Feng doesn't know he is being followed by it.
Feng glanced over his shoulder but saw nothing unusual—just the usual hustle and bustle of Metropolis. Still, the feeling of being watched crawled up his spine. He quickened his pace, biting another bite of the custard-filled pastry, hoping to lose whatever tail he might have.
But the black cat was patient. It trotted silently, weaving between pedestrians, eyes fixed on him like a shadow with intent.
Suddenly, a sharp chill passed through the air. Feng's senses heightened as the cat's eyes glowed an unnatural shade of violet. The city noises seemed to dim around him, and a faint whisper echoed in his ears, just beyond comprehension.
"Why do you run from me child?."
Feng paused and then turned his eyes towards the cat. "What the fuck?!."
The cat tilted it's head. "Sorry to surprise you, let me introduce myself, I am bastet and you intrigue me mortal, you have the scent of death on you but also that of life, isn't it fascinating such a contradiction existing in one mortal body?."
Oh its the op cat Goddess that gave Cat woman her abilities. Nothing to worry about well except the fact that he caught the eyes of someone that can exist in multiple universes within this...Reality. "what do you want, if it's making me one of your avatars, I pass."
Bastet's violet eyes gleamed brighter for a moment, as if amused by Feng's bluntness. "No, mortal. I do not seek to bind you. Yet… your essence is rare—a bridge between worlds, a paradox ripe for destiny. You walk with the power of creation and destruction, and that attracts forces far beyond your understanding."
Feng really had no time for any of this silly nonsense, he was getting really annoyed and he might just kill the next person that bothers him. Fengs eyes glowed menacingly. "So what, it's just dying they can't really do anything to me if I hide long enough and if they dare cross over to MY worldz I would show them who exactly is in control there. So little bastet, I'm getting annoyed here and my 'impulses'(Basically the urge to coast destruction as a mincecraft player in all and every forms.) are starting to resurface. So leave me alone or else I'll hunt you down."