Chapter 323: Lex Luthor Threatens Superman! (Subscribe Please!)
"Where is the Kryptonian Council?"
Lex asked.
"Don't destroy it, sir."
the Terminal replied.
"Then—let's begin!"
Lex said excitedly.
The next day.
Evening.
Inside the tavern.
Martha Kent gathered the trash and carried it outside to throw away.
She had just tossed the garbage into the bin and was about to leave.
A parked car suddenly flared its headlights, aiming them straight at her.
Martha squinted, shielding her eyes from the glare, and looked over in confusion.
One glance was enough; Martha spun around and hurried away, fear rising inside her.
The car engine started and slowly crept after her.
Martha quickened her pace, breaking into a run in the opposite direction.
A delivery van tore in, blocking the mouth of the alley.
Its rear doors swung open; a group of men jumped out, grabbed Martha, and dragged her into the van.
Elsewhere.
Gotham City.
Batman took the Kryptonite he'd stolen from LexCorpand forged it into a kryptonite spear, planting it in the church floor.
He climbed to the rooftop and aimed the Bat-Signal at the sky—
declaring war on Superman!
Washington D.C.
LexCorp.
Rooftop.
Lex stood at the edge.
Listening to his subordinate's report, he nodded, then took out his phone.
"The other one is up to you."
…Subway.
Lois stepped forward, about to board the train, when she noticed a nearby cleaner who looked oddly familiar.
Curiosity got the better of her; she walked over.
Lois's face turned to horror.
She realized—this man wasn't with the general at all.
The gunfire she'd heard outside that day had come from him.
She remembered how, after her kidnapping, Supermanhad shown up so suddenly.
That incident hadn't been an accident.
It was a carefully orchestrated plot.
Only if she were there would Clark come—because Loiswas the one he loved.
And where she was sent to interview could easily be decided by the higher-ups with a little money to influence the Daily Planet.
It had all been a scheme targeting Superman.
But it was too late.
Few people understood it as clearly as she did—
namely that lunatic Batman.
"You'd better stay quiet."
Lex's henchman sneered, aiming his pistol at Lois… LexCorp helipad.
Lex watched the helicopter deliver Lois and grinned.
He shoved her straight off the edge.
Finding Superman was simple.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line—so with that push, Superman arrived~
The next instant,
as Lois plummeted, Clark flew in and caught her.
Lex stood at the helipad's edge, looked down, and smiled.
To make Superman fight Batman without the plot feeling forced or ridiculous—yet still logical—
the answer was… threaten Superman!
Watching Superman hover before him, murder in his eyes,
Lex smiled.
"God versus man, day versus night, the Son of Kryptonversus the Bat of Gotham!"
Excited, Lex paced the edge of the helipad like a madman as he spoke.
"You think I'll fight for you?"
Superman's face burned with rage.
"Mm, yes, exactly~"
Lex beamed at Superman, rattling on triumphantly, then stepped close and fanned out a stack of photos.
They showed Clark's mother being held captive.
"Ah~ heh-heh-heh~"
"Martha, Martha, Martha~"
"Ooh~"
Lex gloated, "A flying demon—his mom must be a witch, right?"
"And what should your punishment be?"
"That's right—death by living~ mm, mm~"
As he spoke, he tossed the photos onto the helipad.
Clark dropped to his knees, scrambling to gather them up.
Martha Kent was his weakness.
Lex kept throwing photos, chuckling softly like a demon.
"Where is she!?"
Superman glared up at Lex in fury.
"I won't tell you. You won't kill me. But if you do kill Batman—well, I might… pity you~ She'll be safe~"
With that, Lex pointed at Martha's photo and threatened Superman.
'Even an all-powerful god kneels before me.'
Lex was elated.
"Bring me Batman's head and you save Martha. One hour—go for it~"
Lex's voice dropped to a low laugh as he backed away, boarded the helicopter, and lifted off.
Not long after,
Gotham City.
Inside a building.
Eustass sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Superman and Batman meet in front of the church.
More like god versus lunatic.
If Superman's adoptive mom hadn't shared the same name—Martha—with Batman's mother,
and if Superman hadn't cried out "Martha" when trying to save her,
Batman would probably have killed him right there.
Of course, Eustass knew Superman's defeat only meant the man was tired of the game.
From thousands of meters away, he could have vaporized Batman with Heat Vision—Batman would've been helpless.
Top of the church.
Batman, clad in heavy armor, fired a Kryptonite Gas Grenade straight at Superman.
Superman caught the grenade.
Specially refined Kryptonite dust burst out; the powder was inhaled, weakening him further.
"You're not brave—men are brave."
Batman's modulated voice rang out.
The next instant,
a figure flew in from a distant building.
Boom!
Eustass, clad in nano armor, landed in front of Supermanand glared coldly at Batman.
"I admit you're a hero, Batman."
"But your actions don't entitle you to speak for all mankind."
Eustass said icily.
Superman has saved countless lives, yet because of an accusation Bruce never bothered to investigate, he wants to kill him.
What kind of bastard logic is that?
He's locked up scores of criminals without killing them,
but one hallucination about Superman and Batman the "lunatic" decides to murder him… forget it!
He just wants to beat Batman senseless!
"Step aside."
Batman barked at the figure in nano armor.
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"Let me see just how brave you really are."
Eustass gave a cold snarl and charged, hurling a punch straight at Batman.
Batman threw up an arm to block, the heavy outer armor taking the hit.
But Eustass's Top-tier Observation Haki saw the future in advance.
With a casual parry he knocked Batman's fist aside, then slammed his own fist down, caving in the armor.
Batman grunted and went flying.
He slid across the rain-soaked rooftop, stopping at the edge—one step from falling off the building.
In the original plot Batman only ever beat Superman after weakening him with Kryptonite.
Come on—he weakens Superman and calls it "fair"? Total nonsense!
Kryptonite doesn't drop a Kryptonian to human level.
It just leaves him more and more drained.
So of course Superman can't fight back—what did you expect?
And why shouldn't he use the powers he was born with?
Must he charge bare-knuckled into those iron fists while half-dead?
Only an idiot would do that.
Superman knelt on the ground, coughing hard, clouds of green dust swirling around him.
Beneath the curtain of rain—
Batman had just stood up when Eustass grabbed him; Batman swung a counter-punch.
His fist rang against the nano armor with a sharp metallic clang—zero damage.
Eustass hoisted Batman and smashed him into the rooftop.
"Rumble—!"
The roof caved in; Eustass pressed Batman's head and dived straight down.
"Boom—!"
He slammed Batman onto the church's stone floor.
"Stop! I—there's a reason I went after him!"
Batman coughed blood, shouting quickly.
"Reason? Coward!"
Eustass cursed and slapped him across the face.
To be blunt—
when it came to DC, he liked the Joker more than Batman.
This version of Batman most of all.
"I said—stop!"
Batman roared, rising to his feet.
He punched at the onrushing Eustass.
He believed he'd merely been careless before.
Now he was on full alert.
The advantage was his!
Eustass darted in, slipped the punch, and cracked Batmanacross the head with a backhand.
The armored vigilante soared through the air, smashed through a wall, and rolled into the next room.
Batman's heavy armor was meant to boost defense so he could still fight after weakening Superman.
Without it, a mere mortal risked losing even to a weakened Kryptonian.
Eustass wore armor only for travel speed.
And to fool Steppenwolf into thinking his strength came from tech—easy bait.
"I said—listen to me!"
Batman yelled as Eustass stalked closer.
"Explain your ass!"
Eustass swore and kicked him.
Batman hadn't even figured out the Capitol Bombing, had no patience for truth, yet wanted Superman dead.
Well, as Superman's half-mentor, Eustass had zero patience for Batman's yapping.
Bring it on—let's fight!
Who's afraid of whom!
Batman crashed through yet another wall and hit the floor.
Seeing Superman freed from Kryptonite, he grabbed his gun and fired a Kryptonite smoke grenade.
Green powder engulfed Superman; the hero fell to his knees, weakened.
Eustass kicked the wall apart and strode in.
Batman reflexively fired at him—forgetting to swap ammo.
The Kryptonite smoke burst, green dust spraying everywhere.
Eustass walked through the cloud and stared coldly at Batman.
He wasn't Kryptonian—Kryptonite meant nothing to him.
Unless Batman could get Sea Stone…
But that's a big "if"; dream on—anything's possible in your sleep.
"You've got to—"
"Not listening, Wayne, not listening."
Eustass ripped the basin off a nearby restroom wall and smashed it over Bruce Wayne's head.
"Argh!"
Batman groaned, face-down; the heavy helmet saved his skull.
But the concussion packed quite a punch—
his head rang like a gong.
Eustass raised a boot and stomped Batman's leg.
"Agh!"
Armor cracked, shards stabbing into his thighbone.
Eustass ground his heel twice more.
He'd loathed Batman for ages.
Superman was a good friend.
Perfect excuse to beat Batman within an inch of his life.
"Fun game, this justice thing, huh?"
Eustass leaned over him, voice icy.
"I did it for humanity—he's a threat!"
Batman gasped through the pain.
"Go see a psychiatrist."
Eustass yanked the grappling-gun line from Batman's belt.
He clipped the cable to Batman and dragged him into the church nave.
"A church in Gotham—ironic, isn't it?"
Eustass glanced back at Batman struggling to untie himself.
What his dear student had suffered, Batman would now taste.
Karma—what goes around comes around.
"Gotham is different,"
Batman protested.
"Right."
Eustass snorted, whirled, and began spinning the line like a lasso.
"Sure—Gotham's different: its hero's a nut who gives villains endless chances but none to heroes!"
Crash after crash echoed as Batman spun, smashing pillar after pillar.
He grunted with each impact.
Even armored, the shock waves rattled a mere mortal.
Batman was never a pure hero.
In the original story he told Superman his parents' creed:
"They taught me the World only makes sense if you control it!"
That line says it all.
He's more tycoon than hero.
"Control the World"—since when do heroes talk like that?
Eustass slammed the rope downward.
With a boom Batman cratered the floor.
"What did your parents teach you?"
Eustask stepped on him, looking down.
"That the World only makes sense if you control it…"
Batman answered instinctively.
"Then you're a warlord, not a hero. Heroes die for others—you don't qualify."
Eustass said coldly.
"And you—do you call yourself a hero?"
Batman demanded in fury.
"When did I ever say I was?"
Eustass sneered.
Chapter 325 – Listen up, Clark. You're dead! Clark: Since when?
"..."
Batman stared at him in silence.
Eustass aimed one hand toward the kryptonite spearBatman had planted in the ground.
The shaft was metal, the tip forged from Kryptonite.
The nano armor on Eustass's hand used magnetism to yank the spear straight toward him.
CLANG!
The kryptonite spear ripped from the Earth and slammed into Eustass's grip.
Batman's face changed, fear flickering in his eyes.
Eustass drank in the expression.
As expected—this version of Batman is just pathetic.
In the original plot, once Superman shook off the Kryptonite, Batman backed away in terror at the look on the hero's face.
He even stood on Superman's chest and crowed, "You were never a god. You're not even a man."
Just like Captain America telling Stark: "Take off that shell and let's fight fair."
What a joke!
He won't let his opponent use any advantages, yet he flaunts his own to the max.
Double standards.
In Batman v Superman, Superman never did anything wrong.
Think it through: General Zod wanted more than the Codex inside Superman; he wanted the future of his entire race.
For the survival of the Kryptonians, Zod would have come to Earth and wiped out humanity regardless of whether Superman was here.
Claiming Earth's troubles only exist because Superman is here?
That's pure "blame the hero" nonsense.
"You were never a hero—you're just a psycho."
Eustass leveled the kryptonite spear at Batman.
"Y-you can't kill me!"
Pinned under Eustass's boot, Batman screamed in terror.
"I won't kill you."
Eustass spoke calmly.
Batman's face lit with hope.
"Because you're still useful."
Eustass's voice was icy.
Batman's terror soared.
What is he planning!?
In the next instant—
Eustass gripped the kryptonite spear with both hands and drove it down.
Batman, watching the spear descend, squeezed his eyes shut in horror.
The spear punched through Batman's left arm; his anguished howl split the air.
Then Eustass dragged Batman by the impaled limb toward Superman.
A weakened Superman slowly approached.
Eustass pinned Batman to the ground, sat on his stomach, and looked up at Superman.
"Tired?"
he asked.
Clark Kent nodded, sat down, disappointment written across his face.
His heart was exhausted.
He no longer wanted anything to do with this messed-up little planet.
Gotham's worst still don't get the death penalty.
Yet after years of helping humanity, he's slandered and his adoptive mother kidnapped.
And Batman, another "hero," actually tried to kill him.
When they met earlier, Clark held back despite Lex's threats; he never truly attempted to end Batman's life.
Otherwise Batman would've been dead before even seeing him.
In the Justice League, amid heavy-hitters, Batman seems ordinary, almost invisible.
His contribution in a brawl is tiny.
"How about giving up the Superman mantle and living free as an ordinary man?"
Eustass asked.
"Huh?"
Clark stared, stunned.
"?"
Batman looked equally surprised.
"Doing good, only to be misunderstood, framed, and hurt—must be painful."
Eustass said.
"Yeah."
Superman lowered his head in despair. "Maybe giving everything up and living as a normal guy wouldn't be so bad."
"Framed?"
Batman latched onto the key word.
"None of your business."
Eustass backhanded him across the face.
You had plenty of time to dig for the truth.
Instead you threw a tantrum and tried to kill Supermanover a misunderstanding.
Idiot.
The Capitol bombing was—surprise—an explosion. Superman's powers are heat vision or punching things.
Which eye could tell it was Superman's doing?
Did he walk in wearing a suicide vest?
And they call you Batman—IQ spikes when you posture, but when Superman's framed it drops through the floor.
This version of Batman is unlikable, a disgrace to every prior incarnation.
"What really happened?"
Batman asked through the pain.
"I was set up—by Lex Luthor…"
Clark answered.
Batman fell silent for a long while.
He realized he'd played the villain the whole time—almost murdered a good man.
A chill crept over him.
"Listen up, Clark."
Eustass turned to him. "If you want to live as an ordinary man, you have to die first."
Superman froze.
Batman looked at Eustass as though he were the devil.
Hadn't Eustass just been protecting Superman?
How could the script flip so hard and so fast?
"W-what?"
Clark doubted his ears.
If he died, how could he keep living?
"What are you doing!?"
Now that he knew the truth, Batman no longer wanted Superman dead.
At this moment, Eustass seemed crazier than he ever had.
Crazy enough that a lunatic would curse him.
"Relax. You'll understand soon enough."
Eustass smiled.
In the next instant—
He wiped Batman's blood from the kryptonite spear, then aimed the weapon at Superman.
Clark's eyes widened.
But trusting Eustass, he offered no resistance.
Thwip!
Eustass pricked a shallow cut in Superman's skin.
Superman: "???"
What happened to trust?
Eustass ran the spear back and forth through the Wound, smearing it with Clark's blood.
"Done. You're dead."
He placed the bloody spear in Batman's hands and closed the vigilante's fingers around it.
Batman & Superman: "???"
You're even crazier than crazy!
Both were floored—what on Earth was he doing?
Utterly incomprehensible!
"Still don't get it?"
Eustass looked at them, speechless.
They stared back, clueless.
"You're dead."
Eustass pointed at Superman's Wound.
He would have the injury dressed and faked to make it look as though Batman had killed him.
Meanwhile, his Daughter Gado would use Divine Powerto mask Superman's life-force.
To the world's rumors and to any sensory scan, Supermanwould be "dead."
Clark could finally live in peace, and Eustass could lure Steppenwolf to Earth.
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Eustass shared his idea with Superman, Clark.
Clark looked at him in surprise—so it was all a fake death to escape… Meanwhile—
Washington D.C.
Inside an old house.
Several of Lex's men, guns in hand, stood guard in the room.
Martha Kent was tied to a chair, staring at them in terror.
Just then—
Crash!
The window glass shattered.
Wonder Woman Diana burst in.
"Open fire!"
Lex's men roared.
Diana pulled the tiara from her head and flung it at a man across the room.
A loud bang—he was instantly knocked down.
With a sharp flick of her lasso of truth, she snared the guns of several men and yanked them aside, leaving their hands empty.
Another gunman aimed at Diana and was about to pull the trigger.
Diana rushed up, grabbed his pistol, and simply bent the barrel in half.
All of Lex's henchmen were dumbstruck.
Diana took them down one by one—punch after punch, dropping them all.
She walked over and untied Martha.
"Y-you are…?"
Martha asked, bewildered.
"Quick, let's go. My husband asked me to rescue you."
Diana said.
Martha looked utterly lost.
Diana pulled her outside, at the same time dialing her daughter's number.
"Martha Kent is extracted."
"Got it."
…Gotham City.
Inside an abandoned church.
Eustass sat there while Batman stared at him, gloomy and speechless.
"Could you please stop using me as a bench?"
Batman was exasperated—he'd already apologized, yet Eustass kept bullying him.
"Shut up and stay quiet."
Eustass cursed.
He was checking his system rewards.
[host has defeated Batman Bruce Wayne!]
[Reward: Sickness-Sickness Fruit!]
Eustass glanced at the kryptonite spear in Bruce's hand—this reward was lame. He wondered if he should hit Bruce again.
Not long after—
Footsteps echoed from outside.
Gado Mora walked in.
"Dad, Martha Kent is safe."
Gado said.
Eustass nodded and stood up.
The plan could now begin.
Superman would fake his death; Gado helped cover it up.
Then Batman would drag Superman's "corpse" all the way out.
"That's your daughter?"
Batman sat up and asked—she was quite pretty.
Eustass's guard shot up instantly; he stared at Batmanwith deadly eyes.
Batman—danger!
Normally Eustass wouldn't meddle in his daughter's love life.
But the playboy Batman was absolutely forbidden.
He'd end up killing the bat.
Eustass made up his mind.
He'd find someone to eat the Sickness-Sickness Fruit.
Then have that person tweak Batman's genes—
simply switch his XY to XX.
A short while later—
Eustass flew out of the church in his nano armor, heading straight for Washington D.C.
Batman, face dark, dragged the supposedly dead Superman outside.
Gado's divine power masked Superman's aura; no one could sense him—he seemed truly dead.
Batman pulled Superman along, covered in wounds from a fierce battle… Washington D.C.
Kryptonian Ship Wreck Research Base.
Lex Luthor stood there, rubbing his hands in delight.
His masterpiece was about to debut.
Once Superman followed his order and killed Batman,
he would use that very masterpiece to kill Superman.
Perfect—absolutely perfect!
Lex grew excited just thinking about it.
Around the Base energy levels spiked; lightning crackled everywhere, charging Doomsday.
He glanced at a nearby clock, counting down the final second—certain Superman would arrive on time.
High in the sky—
a figure shot in, smashing through the outer wall and landing inside the ship.
Right then the alarm rang its last second.
Lex, back turned to Eustass, assumed it was Superman.
Smugly he said:
"Too late, too late, said the Big White Rabbit~"
"Right, Bun—huh?"
Lex turned and froze.
N-not the good-tempered Superman?
I'm screwed!
It's a killing god!
"Think you're funny?"
Eustask stared coldly. "Bun-boy? Your whole family are Bun-boys."
Lex swallowed, stepping back in fear.
"So… you're here to help Superman?"
Lex summoned his courage again, intent on threatening the man before him.
"But time's up. No Batman head, and Martha's life—well, I can't promise~"
Lex grinned smugly.
"I'm here for your dog life."
Eustass said coldly.
As for Martha—his wife had saved her long ago.
"Ah~ how about a partnership?"
Lex circled him smiling. "Let's kill a god together?"
Eustass sighed, instantly appearing before Lex and seizing his throat in a choke-hold.
"Heh… unwilling, I see."
Lex panted, face red. "Then… let the demon do it!"
Eustass looked past Lex; countless mechanical arms shot toward a disgusting-looking egg.
Terrifying energy poured into the demon within.
Eustass remained calm.
"You're dead. Behold—my perfect masterpiece."
"The flaw of Ancient Kryptonians, my blood kin!"
Lex rasped, lifting his arm to show Eustass the wound on his hand, laughing wildly.
"Born to destroy Superman—and all of you!"
"Superman's judgment day—this World's judgment day—is here!"
Lex grinned at Eustass. "Go on, kill—"
Crack!
Eustass crushed Lex's neck.
He tossed the instantly-dead Lex aside.
Lex never dreamed the man would really do it.
Eustass glanced at Lex.
[host has defeated Lex!]
[Reward: Dice-Dice Fruit!]
Not bad—the reward's decent.
Lex was a weakling,
but the havoc he wreaked was immense.
Had his plan proceeded smoothly,
Superman would have died and Doomsday nearly caused catastrophe.
After Superman's death Steppenwolf would invade Earth.
The threat was huge; a reward was only fair.
Eustass then looked at the egg in the pool nearby.
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The Kryptonian genes merged with Lex's genes.
Thus creating Doomsday.
Eustass clutched the kryptonite spear, staring at Doomsday.
He was waiting for Doomsday to be born.
Then, he slashed it with a single strike.
Doomsday is incredibly powerful; if he defeats it, a great reward awaits.
Perhaps he will be even closer to the next World.
The massive body of Doomsday wriggled inside the egg, and with a sudden crack,
Doomsday tore open its outer membrane and crawled out.
His dark, muscular arms wiped the slime from his face, stood up, and roared to the heavens.
Then, he walked slowly toward Eustass.
A deep beastly roar rumbled like an engine, making hearts pound.
"Roar—!"
Doomsday let out a furious roar at Eustass.
In the next instant,
Doomsday swung its arms violently, roaring repeatedly, lunged forward, and punched Eustass.
Eustass vanished instantly on the spot.
Doomsday quickly turned its head to look.
Eustass, stepping with Moonwalk, stood above its head.
He kicked, Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki coiled around his leg, the long leg whipping like a whip, then came down hard.
"Clap!"
Eustass's whip kick struck Doomsday's face, sending Doomsday crashing through the wreckage of a spaceship and the walls of a research Base, soaring rapidly toward the city.
In the next instant,
Eustass, wearing nano armor and wielding the kryptonite spear, flew swiftly after Doomsday.
Doomsday slammed onto the square, glanced up at Superman's statue, then turned and punched Eustass.
Eustass zipped forward, the kryptonite spear flashing with a whoosh.
Doomsday howled to the heavens, its right arm bearing a deep, hard‑to‑heal wound.
It staggered back a few steps, then surged forward, clenching its left fist and punching Eustass.
Eustass threw a punch simultaneously—one big, one small—and the two fists collided with a massive impact.
"Boom—!"
A terrifying shockwave radiated outward.
Both parties kept retreating.
"Aaaah!"
People strolling in the square screamed in terror and fled in all directions.
Eustass and Doomsday both stepped back as Doomsdaysmashed a stone tablet near the statue.
It rushed forward, roaring, and ripped the enormously heavy stone tablet from the ground, hurling it at Eustass.
Eustass, still in nano armor, flew backward quickly.
Enraged to the extreme, Doomsday roared and flung the stone tablet toward him.
Eustass lifted it with one hand, fired an energy beam, and shattered the tablet.
"Buzz—!"
Above the sky,
A helicopter swooped in, a reporter aboard pointing the camera at the ground.
"Roar!"
Doomsday's grotesque face lifted toward the helicopter, let out a furious roar, leapt up, and swung a fist as if to smash the helicopter.
Eustass rose into the sky, gripping the kryptonite spear, Armament Haki wrapping the spear, the spear spun twice, and with both arms he drove the spear down hard.
"Bang!"
The spear slammed into Doomsday's face, sending it plummeting toward the ground, crashing heavily.
"Boom—!"
Doomsday crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater, its weakened body swaying before it slowly stood up.
Kryptonite made it feel weak.
Just then,
Above the sky,
A military Apache helicopter zoomed in.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Small Missiles rained down, bombarding Doomsday with precise strikes, igniting bursts of fire.
Doomsday screamed, shielding itself; the attacks barely hurt it, but it was annoying.
Doomsday was no longer the original Kryptonian Warrior; it had lost its reason.
As a result, it only grew more ferocious.
Moreover, the Missiles' energy didn't harm it; instead it recharged it... Doomsday was bombarded backward, roaring continuously as light surged from its body.
Doomsday wailed in pain, clutching its head, then suddenly stomped its foot.
"Boom!"
"Zzzzz!"
A burst of savage energy erupted from Doomsday's body, forming dozens of orange lightning bolts of varying sizes that spread outward, destroying everything around.
The lightning surged toward the sky, instantly obliterating the Apache helicopter and the reporter's helicopter.
Eustass stood on the ground, one hand gripping the kryptonite spear, clad in nano armor, and flew higher into the sky.
Around the World.
Viewers watching the live broadcast of the Doomsdaybattle were stunned, and the screen suddenly went black.
On site.
Eustass looked at the ground.
Among countless Lightning Serpents, Doomsday's massive body leapt out in an instant, punching toward Eustass.
Eustass, soaring high, wielded the kryptonite spear, spun it, and delivered a fierce strike at Doomsday.
Doomsday howled, its body weakened again by Kryptonite, and fell downward.
At the former square's location and above it, the light generated by Doomsday's lightning still illuminated the night sky of the city.
Washington D.C.
Above.
A private plane raced toward the scene.
Diana watched the live broadcast on TV, and the screen suddenly went black.
She entered a changing room, put on the Golden Armorof an Amazon Golden Warrior, and grabbed a sword and shield.
Then she went to the cockpit door.
She opened the cockpit.
Diana leapt down.
Her Golden Wings flapped powerfully as she flew swiftly toward the incident site.
Washington D.C.
On a rooftop.
Some residents stood there with telescopes, watching the monster that had been blasted by You-Know-Who in the distant square.
In the next instant,
A figure clad in Golden Armor with Golden Wingsstreaked past.
"What is that!?"
People shouted in surprise.
This World is so magical!
First there was Superman, then Kryptonians, then a mysterious figure in high‑tech battle armor.
Now another mysterious figure appears, wearing golden‑winged armor.
Seeing this, people still thought Batman seemed the most "normal".
Meanwhile,
At a secret mold Base.
"Officer, should we launch the nuclear Missile?"
An Officer asked.
The general hesitated.
The lesson from last time was still fresh in his mind.
His predecessor, the former general, had a grave overgrown with two‑meter‑high grass.
"Do not launch!"
The general quickly replied.
He didn't want to wait until next year for someone to sweep his grave, especially a ceremonial tomb.
After all, if Pluton fired a blast, even if he hid in underground facilities, it would pulverize him... Washington D.C.
On the square.
Doomsday roared and rushed toward Eustass.
Eustass flew in quickly, the kryptonite spear dropping hard onto Doomsday.
Doomsday wailed in pain.
Chapter 328 – 328. Punching Doomsday from Earth into Space!
Eustass grabbed Doomsday in one hand, then the nano armor's thrusters ignited and carried him skyward.
Thousands of meters up, Eustass wrapped his kryptonite spear in Armament Haki.
Still skewering Doomsday, he drove the creature into a screaming dive.
"Boooom—!"
Eustass slammed Doomsday into the ground, carving out a colossal crater and filling the air with dust.
"Roooar—!"
Doomsday roared and smashed a fist into Eustass, knocking him back.
An instant later, the monster howled again, heat throbbing in its skull as it blasted twin Laser Beams from its eyes straight at Eustass.
"Boom!"
A golden-armored figure dropped from the sky; Dianacrossed her forearms and blocked the beams.
Glaring at Doomsday, she shouted, slammed her arms together, and unleashed a terrifying burst of divine power—Impact—that hurled the beast backward.
The ground split and dust billowed everywhere.
Eustass walked over and patted his wife. "Leave it to me."
In the next heartbeat.
Eustass shot forward, kryptonite spear in hand, and whipped it across Doomsday's body.
Doomsday bellowed; Laser Beams ricocheted outward.
Eustass' spear, still wrapped in Haki, smashed through the Lasers and cracked against the monster's skull.
Doomsday went flying. Eustass, nano armor blazing, raced after it; even while tumbling the beast tried to snatch him.
Eustass jammed the spear-shaft against Doomsday's head and rammed the creature toward the ground.
"Roar!"
Doomsday howled and fired another Laser burst.
Eustass punched it square in the face.
"Boom!"
Doomsday cratered the Earth; as it tried to rise, Eustassswung the kryptonite spear and pinned its arm to the ground.
"Roooar—!"
Doomsday threw its head back and screamed at the sky.
Diana charged in, arms crossed; she smashed them together, released her divine might, and blasted the monster point-blank in the face.
"Roooar—!"
Absorbing the energy, Doomsday went berserk—then—
"Rumble—!"
Terrifying Lightning erupted in every direction.
Eustass grabbed Diana and rocketed backward.
Countless arcs of electricity swept out in a perfect hemisphere.
"Energy reserves: 700%!"
The nano armor's wisdom system reported.
Eustass stared at the Screen in surprise.
It felt almost comical—like watching Thor fight Stark.
"That's just perfect!"
With that, the power core in his chest plate fired a concentrated Energy Beam.
Doomsday could absorb blasts like that and hit back—
But Eustass' Haki protected the suit, and the suit could absorb energy… he could keep this up all year!
"Roar!"
The blast sent Doomsday flying.
It soaked up the energy; Orange Lightning crackled again—
"Boom!"
Thunder rolled, low and ominous.
Devastating Lightning burst outward once more.
Eustass raced in, kryptonite spear slashing, and whipped Doomsday into the air.
"Energy reserves: 800%!"
Eustass blinked.
It went up?
Shouldn't there be any loss?
He glanced at Doomsday. Nice—an energy donor!
Bring it on—who's afraid of whom?
The nano armor's chest core fired another beam straight at the monster.
"Boom!"
Doomsday was blasted back again; it absorbed the beam and detonated once more.
Orange Lightning swept the battlefield.
"Energy reserves: 800%!"
Eustass smashed Doomsday with the kryptonite spear, then hit it again with a fresh energy blast from the armor core.
Doomsday had drunk energy from missiles and Diana's divine power;
Eustass simply recycled the monster's own output—his net cost was basically zero.
Mindless, Doomsday grew more infuriated with every blow.
The angrier it got, the harder it fought.
It couldn't understand—and didn't care—why Eustassnever ran dry.
Lightning and Lasers kept pouring out; Eustabs kept absorbing, blasting back, and pummeling the beast.
High above, a returning Helicopter hovered—Reporterand Pilot both stared in stunned silence.
Across the World.
Millions of Viewers—and plenty of Scientists—were equally dumbstruck.
That armor can actually absorb enemy energy?
Absolutely broken!
One Doomsday absorbs energy and counters;
One mystery man in armor absorbs energy and counters right back.
Would this fight ever end?
Everyone watching found themselves asking the same question.
Washington D.C.
Eustass kept hammering Doomsday, driving it clear out of the city.
Diana, in her Golden Warrior Armor, swooped in on gleaming wings.
She stared in disbelief as Eustass' suit drank the Lightning and fired a return blast.
She was utterly stunned.
"Roar!"
A final blow launched Doomsday beyond the city limits.
It landed, saw Eustass streaking toward it again, and roared, unleashing another storm of Orange Lightningand Lasers in every direction.
Eustass, nano armor flaring, shot straight through the maelstrom.
With a kryptonite spear he pierced the monster and hauled it skyward.
"Boom!"
The armor's foot thrusters roared at full power; with Doomsday acting as a limitless battery, the nano suit had thrust to spare.
Clawing at the spear, Doomsday howled in agony as Eustass poured on more thrust and rocketed toward the edge of space.
Leaving Earth behind, he dragged the monster into orbit for a battle among the stars.
Washington D.C.
Onlookers gathered on rooftops felt both relief and frustration—glad to be alive yet sorry to miss the showdown.
They craned their necks skyward, but the combatants had vanished into the blue.
Relief came because each of Doomsday's Lightningbursts had claimed civilian lives;
Frustration came because the spectacle had been incredible.
"So tech can make someone that strong—fighting from the city streets all the way to outer space."
A Young Man on a rooftop gazed at the Night Sky, utterly awed.
Chapter 329 – Superman Falls Silent Watching His Own Funeral! (Subscribe, please!)
In outer space, Eustass gripped the kryptonite spear, pressed it against Doomsday, and rocketed them both into the distance.
Doomsday roared without pause.
Eustass punched, sending Doomsday flying.
"Roar!"
Doomsday shot toward the far reaches of space.
Sadly, no matter how it bellowed, sound carried no weight in the void.
Glaring at Eustass, Doomsday fired a searing heat-beam straight at him.
Clad in nano armor, Eustass streaked forward, dodged the beam, and drove the kryptonite spear home.
The monster spun wildly through space, flung ever farther away.
Again it roared in silence—then a burst of terrifying orange lightning exploded outward from its body, rippling in every direction.
Eustass shot in; the nano armor drank the crackling power.
A pulse erupted from the armor's core and blasted Doomsday away.
Thrusters flaring, Eustass closed in, spear raised, and struck again.
From start to finish, Doomsday took the beating, flung farther with every hit.
In raw strength they were equals, yet the monster kept being swatted aside.
In energy? Doomsday had merely become a living battery for the nano armor.
The more they fought, the more Eustass enjoyed it.
The more they fought, the more Doomsday seethed.
In the next instant—
—Eustass plunged the kryptonite spear deep into Doomsday's chest. The monster's soundless howls shook the void.
Blazing orange light mixed with the spear's green glow, illuminating a corner of space.
Lightning surged through its body, crackling outward in every direction.
With the Pluton Base on the Moon, the US Military dared not fire nuclear missiles at random.
Thus Doomsday gained no fresh surge of power from a nuke.
In the original timeline, the monster grew stronger only because the US Military's opening salvo of small missiles fed it first.
Then a nuclear warhead finished the upgrade.
The kryptonite spear skewered Doomsday; roaring, it tried to drive newly grown bone-spikes through the armor and into Eustass's heart.
Eustass wrapped Haki around the nano-shell.
The spikes struck the chest-plate—and shattered, section by section.
The spear, glowing a ghostly green, remained lodged in the monster's torso.
The next instant, Doomsday's life winked out.
[host has defeated one of the ultimate living weapons: Doomsday!]
[Reward: Demon Slayer World charge +7]
[Demon Slayer World charge: 28/30]
Eustass's face lit up—only two points left before he could jump to the next World.
Still, he felt a twinge of worry.
Once he reached the Demon Slayer World, would he earn enough charge for the World after that? Kibutsuji Muzanstruck him as… disappointingly fragile. Better to farm a few more points here in the DC World.
Earth.
Gotham City.
Reporters swarmed the abandoned church, cameras flashing as Batman dragged Superman's lifeless body into view.
Batman fled the scene at once.
The press surged forward, only to be blocked.
Officials arrived en masse, drove the reporters back, zipped the "corpse" into a body-bag, and sped away.
Early the next morning,
the Daily Planet rushed a special edition to the printers and onto the streets.
Main headline: Superman DEAD – Batman THE KILLER!
Sub-headline: A NIGHT OF TERROR, A DAWN OF LOSS!
Inside the paper, two photos dominated the front page.
The first: Clark Kent in his reporter days. Caption—Daily Planet journalist Clark Kent, killed in the line of duty covering the Gotham conflict.
The second: Lex Luthor lying dead inside the Kryptonianship. Caption—Capitol bombing mastermind Lex Luthormeets his just end.
America can be brutally pragmatic.
While you live, they fear and envy you;
once you die, they sing your praises and call you a hero.
The tangled Capitol bombing case? The moment Superman was declared dead, the investigation wrapped itself up with neat ribbons.
Washington D.C.
A street.
A young man walked along, newspaper in hand.
A sudden gust whipped the paper from his grasp.
"My paper!"
He chased after it.
Smack!
The pages slapped against the face of a trench-coated, hat-brimmed figure.
The man peeled the paper away and scanned the headlines.
Barry Allen stared at the print.
'Superman dead – Batman the murderer…'
'Birth and death of Doomsday: can mankind truly defeat demons with technology?'
He read the lines silently, heart aching.
Superman had been so good—why had Batman killed him?
Days later,
Kansas.
A town square.
Music played; an honor guard marched in solemn step.
A caisson bore Superman's flag-draped coffin.
The procession reached Smallville, the hero's childhood home.
There the US Military rendered full honors—rifle salutes and cannon fire.
Who knows whether those cannons celebrated or mourned… Above,
a Stealth Jet cruised unseen. Inside, Superman watched the live feed of his own funeral, emotions churning.
Watching your own funeral from a god's-eye view—how weird is that?
Eustass sat beside him, glancing from Superman to the giant ceremony on the screen.
Pretty entertaining!
Once the rites ended, the old minister flicked the reins; the pony trap clip-clopped away.
Aside from Superman's grieving girlfriend standing by the grave, every mourner had already left.
Superman felt even more speechless.
So none of them actually cared that he was dead?
All those years helping humanity—for nothing more than a check-in and check-out?
The realization left him deeply conflicted.
At least his girlfriend still missed him.
At the graveside,
Bruce, suited and standing beneath a distant tree, stared at the coffin with a very odd expression.
If memory served, Superman had already settled into an ordinary life…
Yet he'd personally seen the body lying in that casket at the funeral home. Nothing made sense anymore.
Bruce pulled out his phone, hesitated, then dialed Eustass.
He wanted to gather a league of extraordinary beings.
Before the call could connect, it was cut off.
Bruce: "…"
Chapter 330 – The Sickness-Sickness Fruit and Bat-Girl! (Subscribe, please!)
Several weeks later.
Gotham City.
Wayne Manor.
A phone rang.
Shattering the night's silence.
Bruce strode over and picked up the handset.
He accepted the call… One day later.
Gotham City.
Wayne Enterprises Tower.
Downstairs.
Inside a restaurant.
Bruce Wayne hurried in.
He stopped at a private booth and knocked.
Eustass had asked to meet.
Bruce came at once.
He wanted to gather metahumans and found the Justice League.
And Eustass—his ageless uncle—was perfect for it.
The man surely knew something.
"Come in."
A voice sounded from within.
Bruce frowned; it wasn't Uncle Eustass.
He pushed the door and stepped inside.
A gaunt, black-haired man sat there, looking ill.
Several bodyguard-types flanked him.
Bruce eyed him uncertainly:
"Where's Uncle Eustass?"
"He asked me to pass on a message."
The sickly man coughed, smiling at Bruce.
"What is it?"
Bruce asked, puzzled.
"You're really… annoying."
With that, the man unleashed the Sickness-Sickness Fruit!
His name was Alvis, one of Eustass's most loyal subordinates.
Years ago, before Gado had awakened her divine power or Observation Haki, assassins struck during a trip; Alvistook a bullet for her and was left with a chronic illness.
Lord Eustass later wiped out the mastermind.
Alvis earned his lord's admiration.
And now Eustass had gifted him the Sickness-Sickness Fruit.
"W-what did you do to me!?"
Bruce roared—then gasped; the voice sounded strangely high.
Why was it so shrill!?
Bruce glanced down at… herself.
Bruce had become… B-r-u-c-e-t-t-e~
She stared at Alvis in horror.
"Miss Bruce, see you next time~"
"And stop ogling other men's daughters; it ends badly."
Alvis rose to leave.
With a furious shriek, Bruce rushed forward and kicked at him.
Clang!
A bodyguard stepped in, blocking the strike.
Bruce gasped—her foot met what felt like solid steel.
These things weren't human!
"Warning: take one more step and you die."
The nano-armored simulacrum said coldly.
Its arm lifted, energy gathering, ready to fire a beam straight at Bat… woman.
Alvis walked off laughing, leaving the new Bat-Girl slumped in despair.
She wasn't worried about switching from XY to XX.
Nor about no longer being a playboy.
She feared only that the change might sap her strength—and her combat edge.
"Pain-mask.jpg!"
(Flash: What combat strength? Steppenwolf: What combat strength? Superman: What combat strength? Aquaman: What combat strength? Wonder Woman: What combat strength?
Iron Man: So you are worried you can't be a playboy anymore, right?)
24 December 2015.
Christmas Eve.
America.
A secret cell.
BOOM—!
An explosion rocked the cellblock.
Gunfire erupted.
Harley Quinn lay bored in a steel cage; hearing shots, she sprang up and looked around.
In the next instant—
The wall blew apart.
Joker strode in cradling a machine-gun… 25 December 2015.
A red sports-car tore through Gotham's streets.
Green-haired Joker drove; Harley Quinn sported long ombré locks.
To celebrate her break-out they'd partied all night at a club.
Now they were street-racing.
Laughing wildly as they sped.
Suddenly—
Batman's pursuit car roared up behind them.
"Oh, company,"
Joker chuckled.
"Bats-bats-bats~"
Harley sang.
Batman set the car to auto and leapt onto the red roof.
Harley and Joker howled in fury.
Their Christmas date-night—ruined!
Harley yanked a pistol and fired through the roof.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Joker laughed like a maniac.
Next second—
Joker smashed through the guard-rail and plunged into the river.
"Puddin'? I can't swim!"
Harley cried.
Splash!
The car sank.
Batman dove in after them.
Joker had already slipped out and fled.
Harley smashed through the windshield and clung to the hood.
As Batman neared, she lunged with a knife.
Batman jerked back and decked her.
Stunned, Harley was hauled to the surface.
On the bank,
Batman laid her across the car roof.
To keep her from drowning, Bat… woman gave her mouth-to-mouth.
Harley grinned.
Then her eyes snapped open—and bulged.
Bat… girl!?
"Haha! Since when does Bats have a bastard daughter to carry on the job?"
"Did the Bat croak? Should I send flowers?"
She mocked.
Bruce's face darkened.
He slugged her.
Harley Quinn: rearrested
on her second day out.
Days later.
Central City.
A certain bank.
Digger Harkness—Captain Boomerang—
was gleefully bagging diamonds with a partner.
"We're rich, mate!"
"You and me, pal!"
He flashed a meaningful grin.
The partner hoisted the loot and headed for the car.
Captain Boomerang hurled a razor-boomerang into his back.
"Ugh!"
The man collapsed, dead.
"Ahahaha!"
Boomerang grabbed the bag—no split, more profit, sweet!
The next instant—
a red bolt flashed in.
The crimson-clad Flash appeared behind him, scowling:
"Thought thieves had honor? Pathetic."
Boomerang gaped at the sudden speedster.
Captain Boomerang vs. Flash—first encounter… busted!
…Days later.
Los Angeles.
Gado Mora cruised along in her car when—
a nearby house exploded into flames.
Fire surged toward the street.
Gado kicked the door off and dived clear.
The blaze swallowed her sports-car.
A tattooed bald man stepped from the inferno behind him.
He stared across in anguish.
"Please dial 911; arrest me—thanks."
Chato Santana said.
Gado blinked.
A crook turning himself in? Something felt off!
Wrong script!
Chapter 331 – The Wife-Crazy Madman: Joker! (Subscribe Please!)
Gotham City.
Nearby.
In a certain small city.
In the sewers.
One by one, special-ops soldiers climbed down the ladder into the sewer.
The moment a soldier raised his sub-machine gun, his tactical flashlight swept the darkness ahead.
A hideous, crocodile-faced humanoid monster stood not far away.
The next instant.
Screams echoed through the sewer.
Waylon Jones, Killer Croc.
Transformed into a crocodile monster after volunteering for the US Military's gene-therapy experiment.
Brutally strong, but ferocious and impossible to tame.
The next instant.
With a metallic thud, an armored figure landed in the sewer.
Killer Croc roared and charged, smashing a fist into the newcomer.
"Boom!"
A thunderous impact.
The next instant.
Blinding energy beams gathered in the iron man armor's eyes.
Killer Croc's face contorted in terror.
"Boom!"
Killer Croc was blasted away.
Killer Croc—captured!
The iron man armor was an outdated model, several generations behind, supplied by the Mora Group to major cities.
No organization was allowed to reverse-engineer it; the suit was remotely controlled by the Group.
Its purpose: protect urban order and rake in profits for the conglomerate.
Harley Quinn, Deadshot, Captain Boomerang, Witch, Chato Santana, Killer Croc… all now behind bars.
A new unit—Task Force X, better known as the Suicide Squad—was about to be born!
The year: 2016!
The Pentagon.
"Suppose Superman one day swoops down, rips the roof off the White House, and yanks our President—(censored)—straight out of the Oval Office. Who on earth could stop him?"
An official sprang from his seat, shouting in anger.
They'd always been like this.
While the strong still lived,
they envied and feared them, wishing them dead.
Once the strong died, they threw lavish funerals,
just to broadcast to the world how welcoming they were to talent,
how much they valued and respected the mighty.
In private, though, they cursed them non-stop.
Superman's death earned no genuine respect from them.
They only grew warier of more metahumans.
The man rattled on about threats—nukes, viral weapons—but those very things
seemed to be their own creations.
"But what if the next Superman is a super-villain?" he asked.
"Amanda Waller has an answer. Amanda?"
A woman in silence stepped to the podium and faced the room.
She was the Suicide Squad's recruiter—ruthless, inhuman, willing to do anything to achieve her ends.
Just like her namesake color,
she was practically a demon.
"I intend to assemble a pack of the worst villains—people who can still do some good, like winning the next war and defeating the next Superman."
Amanda stated.
"No. As long as I'm here, never."
The General cut in.
"Dr. Moore!"
Amanda's icy gaze fixed on a beautiful, bespectacled woman seated at the fringe.
Dr. Moore walked up, set her glasses on the table, placed her left hand on the surface, closed her eyes, and whispered:
"Witch~!"
The next instant,
the lights flickered erratically.
In the darkness,
a black hand shot up from nowhere, clasping Dr. Moore's pale left hand. The hand flipped—and the scene changed.
A Witch wreathed in black aura, yellow irises glowing beneath a crescent-shaped headdress, stood before them.
The Witch had walked the Planet for over six thousand years.
Amanda eyed the Witch and told her to demonstrate her power.
The Witch glanced at the briefcase beside Amanda.
Her heart was inside it, held hostage.
Rage simmered in the Witch, but she was powerless.
The next instant,
the Witch closed her eyes; lights flashed, coffee cups trembled on the table.
The lights went out.
The Witch vanished.
Lights on again.
The Witch reappeared beside the General, slapping a dossier onto the table and scaring him out of his wits.
Amanda watched the General and the Witch, confidence written across her face.
She raised a syringe and pressed it against the Witch's heart inside the case.
Terror flashed across the Witch's face.
Amanda brimmed with certainty: the Suicide Squad was hers to command!
…Los Angeles.
The Mora Estate.
"They plan to use these people as a black-ops unit for hazardous jobs, but I think the plan itself is already dangerous."
A senator stood opposite Eustass, speaking respectfully.
The moment Amanda formed the Suicide Squad, someone leaked the intel to Eustass.
Not that it mattered.
Amanda believed she'd done well, having plenty of metas under her thumb.
Yet ever since someone tried to nuke Eustass,
his Group had kept its moles watching those unruly types.
"No big deal."
Eustass waved a hand.
"Worst case, the idiot screws up."
"Then I'll just collect the reward."
"Without these clowns pulling stunts, I'd be hard-pressed to earn rewards before Steppenwolf shows up."
Days later.
Gotham.
Inside a certain building.
Joker sat amid a floor carpeted with a hundred blades; rifles, pistols, machine guns, Molotovs and grenades surrounded him.
Footsteps approached.
Guns snapped up in an instant.
"Where is she?"
Joker's eyes were manic, icy.
"It's complicated—not just her."
"They've all vanished."
"New rule: if you're rotten enough, they tag your clothes as a 'terrorist.'"
"Then ship you to a swamp in Louisiana—Blackgate—she's there."
the underling reported.
"Get the car. We're taking a road trip."
Joker ordered coldly; the henchman nodded and backed out cautiously.
Amid the ring of knives, Joker collapsed in wild laughter.
A wife-crazy devil, a cuckolded clown—online wife-hunt activated!
That night.
Inside a bar kitchen.
Lester stared in terror at the figures around him.
One thug fondled a gold-plated AK nearby.
Another psycho chopped a cutting board with a cleaver—thud, thud, thud—horrifying.
He had no idea how he'd offended them.
"Come on, guys—I owe money, I get it. My hand was crap, not my fault!"
He assumed debt-collecting thugs had come calling.
Hey, it's Gotham—guns at your door for unpaid debts, totally normal~
"Buddy, this is for real."
"I'm doing my best to keep these guys from torching your kids along with the house."
"But you're lucky."
the debt-collector said; the psycho beside slammed the cleaver down, making Lester jump.
"Maybe—why lucky?"
Lester asked shakily.
The collector shoved two wads of dollars at him, leaving Lester dumbfounded.
The next instant,
a hand clamped on his shoulder and Joker's voice sounded.
Lester's heart sank.
Seeing the Joker counted as good luck now!?
Chapter 332 – Suicide Squad Assembles! Joker Storms Wayne Industries! (Subscribe!)
Late at night.
Outside, a torrential downpour raged, lightning flashing across the sky.
Pittsfield Hotel.
Rick Flag stood by the window, gnawing on a chicken drumstick.
Behind him,
on the bed,
his girlfriend, Dr. Moore, lay sprawled in sleep.
"Witch…"
Unconsciously, Dr. Moore murmured the word.
Startled, Rick spun around, weapon raised.
In an instant he aimed his pistol behind him.
There on the bed sat the Witch—black mist wafting from her body, yellow eyes piercing, her grotesque face cold as she stared at him.
Rick was about to radio his superior, Amanda.
With a casual wave of her hands the Witch dragged him into a hallucination.
Rick watched in horror as Dr. Moore lay on a hospital bed, Doctors pronouncing her dead.
The next moment Rick snapped awake, staring at the Witch in terror.
She pressed a finger to her lips; Rick nodded frantically.
Under her threat he had become her accomplice in breaking free.
Her body dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
The next instant,
she materialized inside Amanda's room.
Amanda was still fast asleep.
The Witch approached the box that caged her heart, ready to reclaim it.
But the next second,
the box sensed her proximity and its lights flared red.
She recoiled in fright.
One step closer and the box would self-destruct, destroying her heart—and her life.
She vanished in black smoke and reappeared in another of Amanda's rooms.
"Sister…"
From a wooden carving beside her came her brother's low voice.
She snatched the carving and disappeared in smoke.
Subway.
Restroom.
A Mo stood at the sink, phone wedged between shoulder and ear, washing his hands.
The next instant,
two black hands shot from the mirror, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the glass.
As he screamed, the Witch swooped in as black mist, twisted the wooden carving.
The carving snapped; black smoke poured out and into the Mo's body.
Yellow irises flared in his eyes.
The Witch's brother had seized the human host.
Siblings smiled at one another.
The Witch was about to spiral out of control!
That same night,
Midway City.
Inside the subway,
the Witch's brother, now wearing a human body, walked the platform watching the crowds.
Once, humans had worshipped him and his sister as gods.
Now they had turned against them.
They could have been allies.
But Amanda the fool drove them to enmity.
She thought she controlled a mighty force—only in her dreams.
Stupid. Arrogant.
The Witch's brother suddenly collapsed.
A nearby worker saw the Mo fall and rushed over.
"Sir, are you all right?"
"Can you breathe? Have you taken anything?"
The Mo ignored him, eyes rolling, body convulsing.
"This is Twenty-One, send medics to my location."
The worker shouted into his radio.
At that moment,
a Doctor arrived.
"I'm a Doctor."
He checked for a pulse.
"No pulse—start compressions."
He had barely pushed twice
when a tentacle burst forth,
hooked the Doctor's neck, then skewered the worker.
Screams erupted as the Witch's brother hurled bystanders onto the tracks.
They vanished, absorbed into him.
A hulking, steel-wrapped, dark-orange monster rose, lifted an arm, and tore through the oncoming train.
It climbed onto the platform and attacked the fleeing crowd.
People screamed and ran in panic.
Several iron man armors swooped overhead, racing toward the monster.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next instant,
the monster's arms shot out as tentacles, skewering the armors and shredding them.
Civilians hiding behind pillars gaped, then fled shrieking.
After all, the Witch and her brother were the final bosses of Task Force X.
Destroying a few armors was child's play.
Armor is only as good
as the user inside.
Weak pilot, instant scrap.
While Midway City was under attack,
the US Military received word.
The Suicide Squad was ordered into action.
Soldiers stormed the cells of Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, Deadshot—tackling them down.
Some were tased, others sedated.
One by one they were strapped into wheelchairs and rolled out.
A micro-bomb was injected into each neck.
"Hahaha~"
Strapped in her chair, Harley laughed as she was wheeled out.
An officer opened a case and took out an injector.
Several similar cases stood nearby.
Labels read:
Van Chris Laboratory.
Wayne Company.
"What's that? What's that?"
Harley asked, curious.
The officer jabbed the micro-bomb into the back of her neck.
"Anyone touches me, they die—"
Deadshot was dragged over, threatening everyone.
"Oh, shit!"
The injector stabbed him; he heard the labels—Wayne Company, Van Chris Lab.
A van rolled up to the gate; the guard refused entry.
They gave him a gift.
Smiling, the guard accepted the flower basket.
BOOM!
The blast killed him.
"Go go go!"
The driver laughed, leading his crew inside.
Thugs in panda and Batman masks stormed the lab, guns blazing.
Inside the lab's blast door,
the supervisor stood terrified, staring at the Joker outside.
"Open up!"
Joker's henchman roared.
The supervisor ignored him.
The henchman fired at the door—useless.
But it terrified the supervisor.
A tablet labeled "Bomb" showed his wife with a knife to her throat.
"Please, just do what they say!"
she begged.
The Joker grinned, watching his reaction.
Panicked, the supervisor opened the blast door.
The Joker strolled in, henchmen following, driving the man back.
"Hmm~"
The Joker sighed, eyeing the injectors.
So these were the micro-bomb injectors?
"Looks fun~"
he said cheerfully, then without warning slammed a micro-bomb into the supervisor's neck.
Midway City.
The US Military raced to the metro station.
Soldiers poured in, firing into the black smoke.
Exploding trains filled the tunnel with smoke.
A towering figure strode forward, dangerous eyes gleaming through the haze.
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The next instant.
A tentacle shot out.
It wiped out every soldier.
Then it smashed the wall.
At the same time,
Amanda realized Witch had broken free; she stabbed at Witch's heart again and again.
Green light burst from Witch's heart.
Inside the subway,
Witch, dying, staggered toward her brother.
Her body looked riddled with holes, green light leaking as though she might shatter at any moment.
"Brother, help me!"
Witch cried. "Otherwise they'll kill me!"
Her brother channeled energy into her.
Witch's form shifted; she no longer felt Amanda's strikes against her heart.
Dust puffed away, revealing a graceful figure; the black aura vanished, her looks even improved. "Where's your heart?"
her brother asked.
"I'll get it back; till then, you keep me supplied."
Witch said, "Now get me weapons—time to wipe them out!"
She strode forward; tattoos blazed white, energy pouring out, steel and concrete twisting into weapons under its influence.
The next instant.
Midway City rail station—
its roof burst open, pierced by lightning. Witch's brother stepped out, smashing tanks and armored cars.
Then, one by one, the vehicles rose, reshaped into weapons for them.
Gunships streaked overhead, raining bullets.
The brother lashed out a hundred-meter tentacle that skewered a chopper.
"Boom—!"
A fireball bloomed mid-air; the helicopter exploded.
Midway City evacuation zone.
A row of wheelchairs rolled in.
Harley Quinn, Deadshot, Killer Croc, Captain Boomerangand others were pushed forward.
They were untied.
Harley sprang up, flicked her pigtails, greeted everyone.
"Hey, boys, I'm Harley Quinn~"
"Huh? What? I'll kill you all and run?"
No one answered; soldiers glared. Harley burst out laughing.
"Sorry, I've got voices in my head~"
A black car pulled up.
Christopher Weiss, Slipknot, was released.
The instant he stepped out, bound, he elbowed a guard.
"Listen, you've all been injected with a micro-bomb in your necks!"
Rick Flag shouted, grabbing everyone's attention.
Harley started to speak; he barked her down.
"Shut it!"
Harley pouted—boring… Hours later, night fell.
Night fell.
Over Midway City,
a nano-armored figure streaked in.
Eustass, clad in nano armor, surveyed the smoke-filled city.
He spotted Witch's location.
Lightning lanced skyward, ringed by a halo of energy; tons of steel hovered, assembling some weapon.
"Even Witch is playing with tech? Unbelievable."
Eustass muttered, speeding toward it.
Witch dabbling in tech felt like a thug quoting poetry—jarringly odd.
His phone rang.
"Sir, it's the President of America."
the wisdom system informed.
"Let's hear what this clown has to say."
Eustass chuckled.
"Hey, Mr. Eustass, have you heard about Midway City?"
"Nope, I'm at a party."
"The city's under attack; we're out of options. Could you activate the Pluton defense system and destroy the target? We'll transmit the data."
"Maybe consider your final weapon instead."
Eustass cut the call.
The President was stunned.
He'd wanted to launch, but Witch—now possessing human knowledge—had built a massive weapon that could shoot jets out of the sky with lightning. Besides, the Suicide Squad was stuck under some arrogant Commander who wouldn't mind leveling Midway to get a more obedient leader… Eustass, in nano armor, headed for Witch to harvest some rewards.
Far away,
on a rooftop,
an armed chopper drifted in.
Several soldiers and a few scruffy figures waited.
Eustass glanced and looked away.
The next instant,
machine-gun fire erupted.
Eustass glanced over, surprised.
Friendly fire?
He released Observation Haki, scanning the place.
Understanding dawned.
In his perception,
Joker stood in the chopper, a henchman gripping a Gatling, spraying the rooftop.
"Wahaha!"
Joker blazed away with a Gold AK.
Soldiers dropped, screaming.
His wild shots were surprisingly accurate.
A henchman with the micro-bomb console freed Harley Quinn.
Amid flying bullets,
Harley rose happily and walked toward the chopper.
Amanda ordered Harley killed, but Rick Flag's controller had no effect on her bomb.
Harley leapt off the building, grabbed a rope, legs wrapped round it, waving to Deadshot and the rest.
"Deadshot, kill her! And remember your family—your daughter!"
Deadshot, about to refuse, sighed and aimed at Harley.
He was sighting the distant Harley dancing on the rope,
when he looked up, squinted, and switched to 4× scope.
A nano-armored figure hovered, watching.
Deadshot's heart skipped.
He'd heard of Mora Industries' iron armor and nano armor,
but this suit looked too human—no way it was just the wisdom system piloting… 'Holy crap!'
Could it be the legend—the one who killed the Kryptonian general and vaporized Doomsday in orbit?
The next instant,
the figure turned slightly, looking back.
Deadshot panicked.
The man had sensed him watching through the scope?
He yanked the rifle away,
terrified. Never aim at someone like that,
or they'll take it as hostile.
Deadshot didn't want to die!
A big-shot who'd pummeled General Zod and Doomsday? A small fry like him couldn't mess with that!
Deadshot aimed at Harley and fired.
In the scope her body sagged, head drooping.
The next instant,
Harley snapped upright, laughing at them.
She even cheekily waved at the flying Eustass~