When I woke up from the strain of having two lifetimes of memories merged, I had already started to realize that I was no longer the same as I was before in either of my lives.

A single look was enough for me to deduce how something is made and what its purpose is.

A once-over was enough to read the body language of any human I came across to see if they were a threat to me or if they were lying to me.

My emotions were now enhanced even further, making me a much more chaotic person than I ever was.

For two days, I struggled with coming to terms with these new changes in my memories and body.

It was also during this time that I finally saw a familiar face which became a recurring theme in this new life.

Now, it had been more than two weeks and the time had come for me to leave and take care of something quite urgent.

I walked out of the hospital in an expensive suit, something that I never thought I would ever wear in my previous life due to how much such a suit would cost.

Waiting for me was a limousine that had its door held open by a bodyguard, revealing my secretary and friend, Mercy Graves, was already inside and waiting for me.

"Let go, Mercy, we have a lot to do. But first, about the mercenaries?"

"Anatoli already took care of them over a week ago. We also got all the proof we would need to evict the board from the company for good"

I smiled internally as I watched her work on her datapad.

Ever since she started visiting me in the hospital, I could not help but be appreciative of the woman beside me.

From what I learned from the old Lex's memories, Mercy was once training to join the JSDF back when she was a teenager, But circumstances out of her control forced her to adopt a different career path and a different country from her origin.

This did not dissuade her from training physically and mentally to achieve the heights she has now achieved.

She has been my secretary and my bodyguard for more than 10 years now and she was the most loyal person I had alongside Anatoli Knyazev, my bodyguard when I was a kid and nothing like he was portrayed in the movies.

This leads to another discrepancy from the movies that I remember.

In the movies, Lex Luthor Jr. was in the later part of his twenties during the events of Man of steel, but here, I am already over 35 with my birthday coming up in a few months, but the year was still 2004, eight years before Man of steel takes place.

Then there is the fact that Anatoli was not just a psycho who was a Russian trafficker, he was actually my bodyguard since my childhood and is fiercely loyal to me and me alone. The same goes for Mercy. She is not just some yes man. She is an intelligent and cunning woman who will openly question me if she thinks I am doing something stupid. She has also been my best friend ever since we first met ten years ago.

"Mercy, Have Anatoli prepare his men, the moment we reveal the crimes of the board and they are arrested, I want them dead before they make it to prison"

She simply smirked as she called Anatoli's number and conveyed my orders. If it were anyone else that smirked like that at the thought of killing someone, I would have long since distanced myself from them. But I knew better than anyone just how vindictive Mercy is towards those that would harm those she holds dead. One only had to look at that stupid terrorist group from Afghanistan that tried to kidnap her mother to make her do their bidding within Lexcorp to understand that fact.

I cannot have any threats towards my person remain in this world. Especially with how jumbled my memories and emotions are right now, threatening to snap my sanity.

That and with how dangerous this world is from the memories of Lex Luthor.

Looking out of the moving car, I spotted various office buildings and skyscrapers. But four names were spotted more often than anything else.

Wayne Enterprises.

LexCorp.

Stark Enterprises.

Hammer Industries.

Yes, I was in a universe that was some kind of an amalgamation of Marvel and DC. To what extent, I did not know.

But that was a problem I will have to take care of at a different time because I had something else to focus on.

My new powers.

Thanks to the little experimentations I did during the past few days, I know just what I have.

The powers of Minecraft.

The enhanced strength to punch down stones. the storage space where I can store anything. The ability to turn anything I wish into little cubes for me to carry easily.

But the true boon of these powers and the possible cause of my current mental conditions was the mind of the builder species of Minecraft.

The already impressive IQ that my body had was boosted even further by the powers of the builder species that I inherited. This combined with the enhanced senses and the alien thinking process of the builder species might be what has caused my emotions to be in such a flux.

As I looked on, the car slowly arrived at the LexCorp tower situated in New York.

I got out and inhaled the fresh air as Mercy got to work on talking with the police that had already arrived and were already in the process of arresting the board members, unaware that it would be a futile effort in a few minutes.

Honestly, if it was my old self, I would have already run for the hills and dug myself an underground shelter to escape all the bullshit that I knew from DC and Marvel universe. And even now, those instincts to just run away were still tugging at me.

But the Luthor in me refused such an outcome and so did the builder.

So here I am, planning to commit murder and not even feeling anything from it, showing just how broken my current psyche is.

"Sir, Anatoli's team is in place. The Board members are currently being taken to NYPD headquarters."

Another interesting fact was that there was no such thing as Metropolis. Instead, Daily Planet, Lexcorp, and various other relevant things situated in Metropolis call New York home.

Although, Gotham was still a thing. Located south of New York near Philadelphia.

The central city was also a thing. Located in Missouri.

Although Star City does not exist. Instead, there were reports of a hooded vigilante in Seattle. Where Star city was supposed to be in the comics.

I gave a simple nod to Mercy and headed into the building ignoring the reporters that were swarming me.

I had shit to do and had no time to play with reporters.

The first order of business is organizing the timeline of events for this ridiculous world I found myself in.