"Incredible."
"My body, my body has really recovered?"
In the underwater world, in a side hall of the Kingdom of Xebel.
When Mera administered the last of the nutrient fluid left by Lothar to the severely wounded Barry Allen, a miracle occurred.
This elixir from another universe indeed caused no adverse reactions in Barry Allen's body, just as Woz had calculated beforehand.
The medication's visible effects within mere minutes made Barry Allen, who had never witnessed such a sight, exclaim in astonishment.
Injuries that should have kept him bedridden for three to five years rapidly healed under the nutrient fluid's influence. Before long, Barry Allen was able to walk normally again.
"No, to be precise, not entirely."
"The nutrient fluid prioritizes healing the most severe injuries in your body to ensure it doesn't collapse during the subsequent recovery process."
"According to Woz's calculations, given your physique, Mr. Allen, it will still take another three hours for a full recovery." Woz displayed a character model of Barry Allen. This model had been created earlier after scanning Barry Allen to analyze data.
"Unbelievable."
Having been by Bruce Wayne's side for so long, Alfred had never seen such a miraculous remedy.
Not just him; even Diana, who had witnessed many divine miracles on Themyscira, found it astonishing.
One could imagine the profound shock Lothar's nutrient fluid had delivered.
Barry Allen's previous near-death state stood in stark contrast to his current vitality.
"Three hours, you say?"
"No problem, totally acceptable."
The optimistic Barry Allen twisted his waist, stretching his limbs, then turned his gaze to Mera. "So, in your plan, what do you need me to do?"
Barry Allen had already learned about Lothar's life-gambling plan from Mera. Emotionally and logically, he had no reason to shirk responsibility.
"The same job as when you resurrected Superman, Barry. Run."
"Your speed, the electricity generated by your speed—that's the key to activating the Mother Box."
"So, Barry, I need you to run."
As the only possessor of the Speed Force in this world, his unparalleled speed was precisely what Mera needed at this moment.
"No problem, I'm good at this, and I have experience."
Barry Allen shrugged, indicating no issues. First time's a charm, second time's a breeze. If he had been nervous when resurrecting Superman due to lack of experience, he clearly no longer felt that unease born from the unknown.
It was just running, simple.
"No, actually, you don't have experience."
As the architect of the "Lothar Revival Plan," Woz stepped forward, immediately placing a hat of pressure on Barry Allen.
"Based on the simulations from Bruce Wayne's data, you faced no resistance when resurrecting Superman and had a perfectly optimal environment."
"But now it's different."
"You must ensure your speed is fast enough to activate the Mother Box on that bronze portal before Darkseid notices you."
"In other words, you're not fast enough yet, Barry Allen."
The astronomical figures Woz simulated using its model silenced everyone present, and the optimism on Barry Allen's face faded. Even a hint of doubt crept into the Speed Force user's mind: Could those really be the numbers he was capable of reaching?
"Listen, we don't have much time. Lady Mera's power can only last for three days. After three days, both the land and ocean will fall completely into Darkseid's hands."
"Barry Allen, I will oversee your training for these three days, striving to get you to reach that value."
"Ms. Diana, your mission is to recover as much of your demigod powers as possible, then enhance them. In three days, you are our primary candidate to distract Darkseid."
"Mr. Alfred and I will attempt to crack the Kryptonian spaceship's operating system. Once it's cracked, I'll fly the Kryptonian spaceship to support you."
Woz's division of labor was clear and logical.
Darkseid was an unavoidable obstacle in their plan, and among their group, Diana, as a demigod, was the only one capable of diverting Darkseid's attention.
"Wait, Woz, I think Diana might have another helper."
After Woz mentioned Diana's demigod status, Mera suddenly remembered someone.
"Who?"
"Arthur Curry, the eldest son of the current Queen of Atlantis, Atlanna."
...
"Fuck!!!"
"Everyone, get in the car, quick!"
United States, Kansas, outside a small border town.
A shirtless strongman wielded a trident, constantly stabbing Apokoliptian soldiers. His messy stubble and hair fluttered in the sea breeze.
"Kreh!"
"Kreh kreh!!!"
Piercing, unpleasant screeches made everyone cover their ears. The fear growing within them became a paradise for the Parademons.
"Everyone hold on!"
"We'll be through the water barrier soon!"
"Once we pass the water barrier, we'll be safe!"
The panting strongman stood on the roof of a pickup truck, his trident busy while his mouth was not idle.
The shivering crowd huddled in the old pickup truck. Some had faces filled with terror, some were so desperate they were numb.
Along the way, they had witnessed too many partings of life and death, and seen firsthand what became of cities unprotected by the water barrier.
Rivers of blood, a living hell.
The soaring Parademons continuously feasted on human fear, sucking the blood from human bodies.
"It's no use..."
"Superman is dead, killed by that monster."
"Earth is beyond saving..."
"Who knows how long this water barrier can hold."
Disheartened, hopeless emotions circulated among everyone.
The strongman, seeing all this, opened his mouth, unsure what to say for a moment.
Honestly, he truly saw no hope for humanity's rescue. The earlier live broadcast had shown everyone on Earth how Superman was killed in a single blow by Darkseid.
The blonde-haired, green-eyed man who had fought Superman to a standstill was also impaled through the chest. What did this mean?
"We can't win. Just like that monster said, humanity is doomed..."
Finally driving into the city protected by the water barrier, the people huddled in the pickup got out like walking dead, their gazes lifeless, devoid of any vitality.
The government's iron tide broke like a paper defense at a single touch, and the so-called "surface-cleansing" nuclear bombs had vanished silently, for unknown reasons.
The entire world had devolved into a paradise for doomsday "zombies" within a few short hours.
Too many people, in their despair, chose to indulge and unleash the ugliness hidden within their hearts.
Slaughter, brawling, rape, and so on.
Without the appearance of actual zombies, some desperate humans chose to become "zombies" themselves.
"Arthur Curry, I've found you."
The strongman, in a bad mood and drinking at a bar, encountered two women.
"Mera?"
"We need you. We need you to join us and defeat Darkseid."
Mera, who came with a recruitment mission, got straight to the point. Beside her, Diana said nothing, continuously observing Arthur Curry, the man who was about to become her teammate.
"What?"
"I'm serious, I swear on the name of the Queen of the Seas."
The Golden Trident was Mera's most effective tool for persuading Arthur Curry. And indeed, it was.
"I agree."
Arthur Curry chose to join without hesitation.
"I'm sick of this atmosphere."
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