Chapter 32: Cat Cake's Adventure

　　Before occupying the entire space station, Superman, the leader of the Justice League and the leader of the Cat Cake Uprising, delivered an important speech:

　　"First of all, our actions are noble, our purpose is clear, and the people are working together. In this action, we must do a good job in infrastructure construction, focus on the pain points and difficulties, and adopt a pragmatic attitude, an honest and efficient style..."

　　The player who controls the entire space station was a little dumbfounded: "Wait, is this the good capitalist youth Clark Kent or the good cadre of the people Comrade Ken Dachao? Freedom is crying!"

　　"Hiss——" The system took a breath of cold air. Fortunately, there was no concept of matter in the consciousness space, otherwise the whole space would heat up. It quickly checked all abnormal matters:

　　"It's over, Superman is in trouble!"

　　As soon as these words came out, everyone in the space turned their heads in fear at the same time, and the corners of the player's mouth twitched: "Haven't we already frozen the imaginary energy of the joyful destiny?"

　　"That's right. I see here that the fate is sealed well. Except for Sambo, not even a Masked Fool can fly out... Wait!" The system suddenly remembered that there was still a fish that had escaped the net in this space.

　　So the root is here! I was wondering why those space plants suddenly started to anthropomorphize and have cremations!

　　The player reacted and jumped up from the gaming chair like a tiger descending from a mountain. Because of his shark-like body, his waist twitched and he rolled face down on the ground three and a half times. Finally, he slid to his knees and fell in front of the Aha mask that was supporting the table leg.

　　"Master, please put away your magical powers!" The useless player knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

　　"Get out of my way!" The system used Pam's short legs to kick away the object that was in the way.

　　It pulled out the mask of Ah Ha, who was laughing so hard, from under the table leg. The table began to shake heavily, and the mask was scratched by the table legs, making a "creaking" sound. Ah Ha was no longer happy and began to look sad.

　　"Take back the joyful energy you inflicted on Superman." The system had a gloomy face. Unfortunately, it was using Pam's skin, so the threat level was obviously not as high as it had imagined. At least the fragile but undead player had tried to reach out and touch its furry ears.

　　The system kicked out the obstruction again.

　　The player cried and drew circles while listening to the negotiation between the system and Aha. As the Star God of Joy, although Aha lost face, he still seriously protested against the act of using Him as a foothold in the table. They actually played a idle game with the God of Joy, which made Aha very upset.

　　The system was very angry, but Aha held Superman in his hand. Although it was just a small and insignificant joke, if the character was ruined and discovered by the world consciousness, this big deal would be completely ruined. At that time, it would have to take the host with it to starve.

　　In the end, the player agreed to exile Aha Mask to Earth and let Him have fun on Earth by himself, which allowed Superman to gradually return to normal.

　　Seeing Aha walking into the void without looking back, the players and the system all breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"What the hell! They actually left a backup plan when simulating the universe. If it wasn't discovered in time, who knows what would have become of Superman. We would have had no choice but to pack up and become interstellar refugees."

　　The system gnashed its teeth. It was estimated that this measure was also controlled by Aha, that is, it would not let the system and the players suffer a loss, nor would it let its plan fail.

　　"Can interstellar refugees get donuts?" It was the first time that the player heard of this concept, and he couldn't help but think of a certain kingdom on earth that claimed to be a free society.

　　The system dead fish eyes: "What donuts are there for souls? That is a general term for the system and host that have failed the mission. They are squatting pitifully in the mission hall waiting for the main system to process them. The host is directly sent back and the system is rebuilt."

　　"How tragic." The player hugged himself in pain.

　　After delivering the important speech, Superman regained some consciousness. Because the power of joy could not dissipate for a while, he just touched his head unconsciously, and then woke up the cats and cakes that had fallen asleep after being talked about by him one by one.

　　"Don't be stubborn~" Dousha Huihui yawned loudly, tears of rationality welling up in the corners of his eyes.

　　The other cats were also yawning, but the super cat was the most excessive. It was the one that was floating in the air with its belly facing up and sleeping soundly.

　　"Don't argue." Only the Dark Bat Cake completely ignored Superman's hypnotic speech, and even took advantage of the time when he was talking nonsense to use the authority of the nanny robot to call up the map of the entire space station.

　　"Ding - it means that it has been allocated."

　　In a room somewhere in the space station, a woman in a high-end black coat was leisurely wiping the long knife in her hand.

　　"Kafka," the girl's voice came from the headset, "It is estimated that in four system hours, the Black Tower will leave the space station and head to the Screw Star to look for Screw Gumm."

　　"Elio's script says that we just need to stay put. The alien giant may or may not find me. But it doesn't matter. It won't affect our final outcome."

　　The fashionable lady wearing sunglasses casually made a knife flower: "I didn't expect that Kryptonian could actually make the experiment of simulating the universe successful. What do you think his expression would be when he faced the truth of the universe?"

　　The girl's cold voice came from the headset: "I'm not in the mood to play with my prey, Kafka, I just want to have a good game."

　　"Yes, Elio promised that we will all get what we want one day."

　　The purple-haired woman smiled meaningfully. She cut the thread as fragile as spider silk, and a clerk who was about to raise his hand to do something fell down again.

　　System in the consciousness space: "Host, can you explain why you arranged this scene?"

　　Players who cosplay Elio in a practical sense: "Because it's cool, and it's not completely useless."

　　Superman set out with a huge army of cat cakes. In order to plan and utilize the space rationally, the cat cakes were stacked on top of each other, filling the elevator of the confinement compartment. Superman barely squeezed himself in.

　　The first is the main control module, which is the safest place in the entire space station. Superman and Pepe have already checked here, but they cannot rule out strange existences such as teleporting toilets and screaming plants.

　　"Mr. Kent?" Estelle stood outside the elevator, looking at the full elevator in surprise.

　　"Are these creations of Ms. Ruan Mei?" She picked up a pink cat cake easily.

　　Clark pulled his body out of the cat cake paradise: "Ms. Estelle, do you remember the mysterious person who changed the seat?"

　　"Of course, you mean, the mysterious person is not Ms. Ruan Mei?" When mentioning the space station, Estelle's expression became serious.

　　"It was a strange guy with a plaster head who reminded me. I saw him before I boarded the spacecraft. He should be from the company or the Society of Knowledge."

　　Ester thought for a moment and said, "There are many people from the Polytechnic Institute. They want to use this space station celebration to announce a major project, but there is only one person wearing a plaster head mask - Professor Veritas Latio."

　　Clark's professional qualities as a journalist made him quickly remember who that person was: "The Latio from First Truth University? Professor Latio who holds eight doctorates and a first-class honorary degree? The honored guest of S.H.I.E.L.D. and FBL?"

　　Why did he go to the confinement section instead of studying hard? Was he challenging the genius who was rumored to be as famous as Black Tower?

　　Clark was amazed by the world of smart people, even though he should be one of them given his hardware facilities.

　　In short, let's ignore the real intention of this strange professor for now. Estelle said that since it was Professor Latio's reminder, it means that the mysterious person is not Ms. Ruan Mei, and the real mysterious person is still staying in the space station.

　　"It's too troublesome to check one by one, so I brought these little guys. They volunteered to help." Superman raised his gray little paw, and the cat called sweetly to Ester.

　　"Don't be stubborn~"

　　Good, so cute! Calm down, Esther. You are the stationmaster of the space station. You need to act mature and steady: "I will issue a notice to all staff members to explain their existence."

　　As Esta rubbed Maomao Gao's little paws, her voice couldn't help but become choked up.

　　The plan was successful.

　　There are many people in the main control section, which also means safety. Superman chooses to leave Dousha Huihui and some ordinary cat cakes here, and takes the Justice League cakes to the next section.

　　Support section.

　　There are platforms, spare parts warehouses and power rooms here. The company's spaceship is parked on the platform, which looks deserted after all the guests have arrived.

　　Things in the spare parts warehouse are in disarray, but the clerk who manages it never makes mistakes. The power room is even quieter and empty.

　　"Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn." Lightning Cat Cake seemed to say a lot of things in an instant.

　　"You want to be responsible for checking this place?" Superman rubbed a handful of orange-red cat cake crust, took out a chocolate from his pocket and tried to feed it. This was completely the muscle inertia left in his body after being with the Flash for too long.

　　Fortunately, the cat cake only looks like a cat on the surface, but is actually an alien species of unknown composition. Lightning Cat Cake finished the whole chocolate bar in a flash, and by the time Superman reacted, he licked his paw leisurely.

　　"You... forget it." Clark heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was not seriously damaged. The orange-red lightning cake was assigned to the support section. Superman put it in the power room and took a photo and sent it to the Flash.

　　"I met a little guy who looked a lot like you on the space station."

　　The accompanying picture shows a Lightning Cat cake sitting on a power storage box and moving around.

　　Next is the containment section.

　　According to Esta, this is where all the rare items collected by Ms. Black Tower are stored. The entire cabin is very large, and after coming up from the atrium, you can see many staff members in the control center on the first floor.

　　Super Cat Cake, Amazon Cake, Crystal Neptune Cake and Matcha Green Lantern Cake decided to check this out.

　　Superman put them down, took a photo of each and sent it to the original owner.

　　Finally, there is the base compartment section.

　　The pitch-black bat cake gave Clark a hoarse "Mo Yao" and stopped with his three mango-colored disciples.

　　Superman looked through the layout of this cabin: "Monitoring room and reception center? As expected of you."

　　Clark wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and watched the Black Bat Cake and the third-generation Mango Robin Cake enter the monitoring room, while the first-generation Mango Robin...or let's call it Dick Cake, ran into the reception center very familiarly.

　　"Don't be stubborn." Jason nodded defiantly at Superman and began to patrol the corridor of the base compartment.

　　Perhaps it was the power of Aha, Superman was bold enough to send the photos of the black bat cake and three mango Robin cakes to Batman.