At some time...a place...

People have no way of knowing how this all happened.

In short, the superman here is like the surrounding universes, and his temperament has changed drastically. He wants to rule this world and become a god on earth.

Ironically, this is not a delusion for him.

Solar Storm? Darkside’s mind control? Or Lex Luther’s conspiracy? People have spent a long, long time seeking answers because deep down they still believe in the nature of superhuman integrity.

However, the answer points to the worst path.

Superman really became a god, he controlled everything in this world, killing those who were defending against resistance, or who he thought should have died.

This rule became more and more intense until one day when Louis Ryan collapsed in a pool of blood.

Batman completely lost confidence in this "friend". At that moment, he understood that all speculation and excuses were irrelevant, and that what he had to do was to stop the other party.

"I really...live in your life, Clark, I believe in the world you promised to live, you made me hope for a better future...but now, I know that all this is just a lie...If that's the case, I won't let you hurt me anymore."

Batman said this, pressing the button on his belt, and his body immediately changed: rock-hard skin, red eyes, and bone-lined torso. People are not unfamiliar with this image, which is exactly what Superman once had an enemy - something called [Doom Day].

Under the influence of the Day of Destruction virus, Batman finally abandoned all his fantasies about Superman. He was no longer ruthless and just wanted to kill the other party.

And if Batman wants to kill someone, then that person is dead, and God is no exception.

Finally, a long stone thorn penetrated Superman's chest.

"I thought I would feel sad when he left, but the fact is the opposite. I can only feel the anger growing in my body, the anger I suppressed for too long."

Looking at the dying Superman, Bruce felt extremely relieved.

Batman knew that Superman fooled everyone, and he made people believe that the son of hope would always be by their side and fight for them; save them, inspire them, and make them better - it was this belief that deceived everyone, put the whole world step by step into destruction, and made himself a hopeless monster.

However, at this moment, everything was finally over, and my body was about to collapse due to the erosion of the Destruction Virus.

"I... am going to die?" Bruce Wayne thought.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. Bruce Wayne found that he appeared in a cell and his body was miraculously restored.

"Hi, it's time to eat!" A voice came: "I forgot, is there anyone in this room?"

As he said that, the sliding window on the prison door was pulled open, and then Wayne saw a middle-aged man with yellow hair hanging on a cigarette.

"Oh, someone." The man pushed the window up with a bang, and then a plate of food was stuffed under the door...

Bruce Wayne stood there in a daze...What the hell happened?

......

Dozens of Bruce Wayne were pulled into this world and held in an underground cell where they spent about a year, during which they tried to escape and explain everything in front of them, but they all ended in failure.

Time passes slowly, which makes these former sinners realize that perhaps this is the punishment they are facing.

In this cage, waiting for death alone and helplessly.

However, suddenly one day, everything suddenly ushered in a change.

......

The elderly Bruce Wayne's prison door was suddenly knocked.

It was really ironic, as if he could open the door from inside, but he still said, "Please come in."

Immediately, the prison door was pulled open...

Bruce Wayne saw the person outside the door, and his mouth widened uncontrollably.

The man in a red tights is the friend he once begged for - the Flash.

But at this moment, the Flash seemed to have just experienced a terrible battle. His body was full of shocking gunshot wounds, and every single hole almost tear his body apart. Wayne couldn't understand why he could still stand in front of him now.

Oh, no, he was not standing, because at this moment, one of the Flash's legs had been amputated, causing him to lie on the ground in a weird position, and the blood flowed out of the single hole and gathered on the ground, making the smell in the air bloody.

"What's wrong with you?" Wayne asked subconsciously, pushing the wheelchair, trying to walk over and help the other person up.

"I just had a fight with a guy, and now, I'm going to die!" said the Flash.

Bruce Wayne was stunned. A boy fought. Could it be that man would shoot the Flash like this with a gun?

However, before he could react, the Flash immediately interrupted his thoughts.

"Give me your hand..."

"What?"

"Give me your hand!" The Flash said with difficulty: "Don't you want my strength? Then, I'll give it to you now..."

......

At the same time, in another cell.

Bruce Wayne, who lost his lamp ring, shrank in the corner.

He knew what he had done, so he would not consider escape from prison or something. He had not even responded to other plans, and even thought about why he was here.

Even if he kept shrinking like this, he didn't know how long it took, one year or three years?

He was also waiting for his final punishment and died alone.

But just as he got used to all this...

“Dou~”

A crisp and stiff sounded in my ears.

A ring fell out of thin air... and fell beside you.

Wayne was so familiar with the ring. It was shining with a light green light, as if chasing his master from infinite places, coming to this cell, hitting the ground with his body, trying to arouse his master's last desire.

The lamp ring... is summoning him.

......

Another room.

I don't know which Bruce Wayne is the first one. During his long prison life, he was not killed by the [Doom Day Virus], but survived.

It has been a week, no one has come to deliver food, and no one has ever told me anything.

Something seemed to be happening in this cell, but... he knew nothing about it.

Bruce Wayne knew where his limit was. He could hold on for a week without food, but without water for a week... He had almost foreseen his death.

"Finally... am I still going to die?"

He thought, and then, he actually felt a sense of relief.

However, at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

Wayne was stunned. He could hear that the footsteps were not the hooligan holding a cigarette, and... he had already heard who the footsteps were.

In the past ten years, he has studied this person's habits, every movement, expression, personality, and of course the sound of footsteps, so he can't hear it wrong.

Soon, the door in front of him made a click, which was the sound of the door lock being opened. Then, the door was pulled open.

Just as Wayne thought... the man stood quietly outside the door.

However, at this time, he was not wearing the ridiculous blue dress, nor the red cloak.

Instead, he was wearing a suit and eyes, as if he was usually at work.

"Hello...my name is Clark Kent, I'm glad to know you."

The man said.

Bruce Wayne was stunned: "Ha, what the hell is it? Do you need to introduce yourself to me?"

The man who claimed to be Clark nodded: "Of course, because you are no longer in your original universe."

"What did you say?"

"It's literal, so you may be familiar with me, but...I don't actually know you." Clark said: "I don't belong to this plane, in my world, I'm just an editor of Planet Daily. Although I have some powers that are different from ordinary people, I did not use it to help others, but hid it, as an ordinary citizen... Until one day, I was pulled into this world, just like you."

Bruce looked at the other party in surprise: "To this plane? Who made it?"

"Of course it's you, who else would do such a terrible thing besides you, in this plane, besides being a lunatic like you?" Clark's voice was very dull, without any ups and downs.

"But, why?"

"I don't have time to explain this, I'm going to die. This time I'm here to give you my strength."

Bruce Wayne didn't believe in his ears very much. From the first second he was pulled into this plane, he knew that something must be waiting for him, rebirth or death. There must be some reason anyway, but he never expected that when the prison door was opened, he would get such an answer.

"You're going to die? What happened?"

"Just, I had a fight with someone." Clark Kent continued: "He's stronger than I thought..."

As he said that, Clark unbuttoned one of the top and opened it.

Bruce had never seen such a body... The man's chest in front of him was like a cracked granite rock, and dense patterns had spread to every inch of his skin. He was held in the shocking crack, and this golden energy was flowing, as if he would shatter in the next second.

"I will definitely die... All the me in the universe, you, and friends you once or not, will die. That's what we have to do. Now, I have to pass on my power."

He said, and took out a small bottle from his pocket.
To be continued...