novellhall Chapter 1014 I am the number one famous person in DC, for the time being.
Chapter 1014 I am the number one famous person in DC, for the time being.
Chapter 1014 I am the most famous person in DC, for now (Part 1)
Amidst a vast expanse of ruins, the soul of the superhero, the infamous "Dead Man" Boston, wailes in the palm of Hecate, the goddess of magic, while the magical Dora, controlled by her, treads upon the goddess Ramakunash, who has completely lost her power.
"No, you wouldn't want to do that. You invaded the realm of death without her permission—"
The goddess Ramakhunash's voice grew fainter and fainter, her golden face shattered three times by Hecate, and she was on the verge of losing her form.
Hecate manipulated the magical Dora to lower her head and, as if inhaling powder, brought her nose close to his golden face. The next moment, the goddess Ramokhunash was uncontrollably inhaled into her nasal cavity.
"No!"
Ramakunash attempted to transform her form and rush back into a body that would allow her to escape.
But it didn't work.
It's completely useless now.
However, this state is very strange.
Strictly speaking, someone like Ramakushana possesses the power of death, but his own power is not great; however, he is a god who can guide others into the River Styx.
A god like this would surely be protected by the destiny of the DC multiverse, and now—.—
No one came to rescue Ramokushna. This was supposed to be the job of the Dark Justice League, or at the very least, the job of the Magical Alliance—"The Lady of Death Society—"
"No, she won't, dear sister."
Then Ramakunash heard Hecate, the goddess of magic, say, "She is death. And death's duties do not change because of likes or dislikes. You should welcome me into the family of death controllers—believe me, it will be very interesting."
He finished speaking his last words to his prey, then opened his mouth and nostrils again. Soon after, the goddess Ramakhunash was completely absorbed into Hecate's body, leaving no trace.
Then she opened her mouth toward the struggling dead man Boston beside her, and immediately Ramokunash's most powerful representative was also sucked away along with him.
Then the goddess of magic paused slightly.
"Well done, my ally, my friend."
Then Hecate heard the voice of a "friend," who was clapping his hands quietly in the shadows.
Hecate turned to look at the other person. She knew their name.
The Void Hand, a threat from beyond the DC multiverse, a fearsome enemy, but now aligned with the Goddess of Magic for a greater purpose.
"Well done. You are indeed the expert when it comes to magic. Now let's repeat the whole story and history."
The Void Hand said, "Use my abilities to quickly destroy this part of history, before Batman Dragon discovers my tricks and tracks me here."
The goddess of magic remained silent, tacitly accepting the Void Hand's help, as it was all in her best interest.
But what if, later on, the Hand of the Void clashes with her interests?
My acceptance does not equal my agreement.
So now, at least on the issue of defining history and dealing with Batman Dragon, their interests are completely aligned.
"Now, we must quickly construct those histories. Batman Dragon currently occupies the position and power of the Anti-Monitor, but he won't be able to hold onto it for long."
The Void Hand said, "He is not a sixth-dimensional god after all. Even if his power is close to or even surpasses Barbatos, when the cosmic crisis is resolved and destiny no longer blesses him, his borrowing of sixth-dimensional power will gradually decrease."
Those dimensions will gradually leave him until they return to the Anti-Monitor. And in another sense, I already know what Batman Dragon wants to do; unless he wants to be the guardian of the DC multiverse for life, he can't hold onto that power forever.
Hecate remained silent, and the other person's tone sounded like a complaint, "Why couldn't you wait until Batman Dragon returned the power to the Anti-Monitor before you made your move?" But Hecate had her reasons; it was getting too late.
The collective death of all the Greek gods not only deprived Hecate of a group of targets for revenge, but more importantly, it led to an unprecedented return of magical energy from the DC multiverse to Hecate. This caused another serious consequence, because although Hecate was called the goddess of magic, her magical power actually came from another being.
The Hanged Man is a member of the Vanguard, a member of a terrifying, omnipotent cosmic race called the Aliens.
The Hanged Man can single-handedly defeat the Swamp Monster with just a gesture, turn the Detective Ape into rotten flesh, and drain the demonic blood from Constantine's body. These three feats represent the highest achievements of the DC multiverse in terms of magic, signifying DC's protection of magical powers.
If the Hanged Man can easily break through them, it means that he is a virus that cannot be blocked by the immune system in the DC multiverse.
The DC multiverse has no way to deal with this virus; it can only passively defend against it.
The Hanged Man's goal is also quite clear:
Hecate.
Hecate, that thief, stole the magic of the Hanged Man, and then had her magic stolen by the Greek gods. She was just a loser who double-crossed others. Now, the real culprits have come to settle accounts with her.
He not only wanted to taste the magic goddess, but also wanted to taste the entire DC multiverse.
Therefore, Hecate cannot lose.
But the problem is that Hecate can't wait because of the Hanged Man's threat, so why can't the Hand of the Void wait?
There was no creature like the Hanged Man chasing him; he could have easily dodged Batman Dragon and still maintained a portion of the Anti-Monitor's power at its peak.
After lying low for a short period, Batman Dragon will have to return most of the sixth-dimensional divine power and status he borrowed to the Anti-Monitor. Unless he needs this power again, it is unlikely that we will ever see Batman Dragon wielding sixth-dimensional divine power again.
Yes, the Hand of the Void could have done that.
But he didn't. He was like a python, always waiting for his chance to strike, a feeling that sent chills down everyone's spine.
Instead of backing down, he supported the actions of the goddess of magic, Hecate, without even asking any questions.
Would he really be so kind? To reach this agreement, the Goddess of Magic must have promised or already given him some benefits, but the Void Hand is acting too attentively. There must be some unknown purpose behind this.
The goddess of magic remains unknown.
Regardless of the other party's situation, she still needed to borrow the power of the Void Hand to complete her preparations.
"I will construct a story for you so that you can activate your different witch marks at the same time, thus bypassing the danger of activating them one by one and being discovered by Batman Dragon."
The Void Hand told the Goddess of Magic, "These stories will appear directly upstream in the DC multiverse's hypertime flow, becoming a fait accompli. All we need to do is reinforce it. Batman Dragon just suppressed Perpetua as the guardian of the DC multiverse by tearing reality apart; he's even less willing than the two of us to see the hypertime flow tear apart again. As long as we reinforce it hard enough, deeply enough—"
"Then even Batman Dragon will be helpless. He will only be able to make amends after the fact, not prevent it beforehand."
The Void Hand said, "This multiverse is too weak; Batman Dragon won't take the risk. So now, let's reinforce two more histories."
Los Angeles.
The tension in the air was clearly visible. A deathly silence enveloped the entire magical world in an instant, the menacing stillness speaking of the threat rising from the horizon.
The Sisterhood of Crafts was founded in the shadows of the upper-class magical world, with the aim of helping beginners hone their skills.
Simply put, this organization is the DC multiverse version, the Brotherhood version of the House of Concord, or Hogwarts.
Sometimes skilled individuals come here to guide young witches, but tonight the room is filled with power, making it feel like anything could happen at this moment.
The famous superhero Witchfire attended one or two gatherings of the Sisterhood of Crafts when she was young. At that time, the name Witchfire appeared on the billboard, and her songs were played on the radio every afternoon.
She would sign CDs and posters, and then tell people stories. In her stories, she would cast curses on various mocking stages and male protagonists in movies and TV shows, but that was a few years ago.
In the eyes of these girls, she was nothing more than a meticulously styled old fence witch. She remembered the joy of being a girl, and the excitement of finding her first dark magic—that feeling of being abandoned, of utter rebellion. The price would come with time, but initially, it was only the power gained from breaking the rules. She still remembered the first flame...
Her body was covered in graffiti, and she extended her middle finger at the nun who had raised her.
But at that moment, an invisible wave swept across the entire DC multiverse. The girls of the Sisterhood of Crafts could no longer feel power; they could only feel fear of the source of their magic. And of course, they were right.
"————Hopefully, this midnight social gathering will remain orderly————"
"In this terrible time, I am your sister—"
Wu Huo watched all of this with cold indifference, and then the incident happened suddenly.
She found herself uncontrollably aroused.
She first remembered that night at the orphanage, when, with the chanting of incantations, a tall woman recalled her pain, the memory that Hecate had branded her with.
And then—
The witch's wine cup shattered.
"Damn it, something must have happened!"
The witch's entire body glowed with white light, then burst into flames. Several members of the Sisterhood of Crafts gathered around her, surrounding her in the center and chattering with questions.
"No, run! Get away from me!"
It's all meaningless now.
The history you have created has already begun to take shape.
The strongest members of the Sisterhood of Crafts desperately tried to call out to the weaker mages and ordinary people, but were forcibly dragged into the Shadow Dimension by the rational superhero Nightshade.
Those who still had the strength to escape used magic at all costs. Some succeeded, but the power burning within the witch's fire was unlike anything they had ever felt before. For most, the burning sensation was their last feeling before death.
Deep underground, the Black Orchid, the representative of the red of all beings and the green of all things in the DC multiverse, was also corrupted.
Deep in the Brazilian Amazon rainforest, at the source of the Amazon River, stand magnificent trees that have stood for countless years. Hundreds of stories are written on their bark. They are powerful botanical gardens, guardians of the greenery of all things, the Council of Trees.
They keep many secrets, living in eternal slumber here, in order to transcend from individual forms and become part of the green of all things they protect. Some of these tree spirits have not spoken for centuries, but today, they all scream out loud.
The swamp monster still remembered how he felt when he first came here, how indifferent the forest was when it greeted him, and he hoped to understand his responsibility and his power.
"Power," the tree spirit said, "is not the way to solve problems. Finding inner peace is the way of the tree. Power breeds anger, and anger is like wildfire—avoid it!"
The swamp monster silently recalled the events as he stood in front of the black orchid, watching as she opened her arms and released Hecate's purple energy.
"Black Orchid, you must defy your witch's mark, or you will kill us all!"
Swamp monsters can hear the screams of the forest, feel its fear, and sense its anger through their blood. The forest is right; anger can indeed burn like wildfire.
He approached the black orchid, trying to get closer to its heart, wanting to control the plant blood vessels beneath its skin, to grow terrifying flower buds, and to disrupt its bloodline.
But the blood vessels were not convinced. The black orchid had come to the Tree Council, and she would not waver.
History is beginning to take shape.
Death specifically sought out Chen Tao; this was no small matter, Chen Tao pondered silently.
But he didn't know what had happened, and he tried to trace back through the timeline. Since he restored the history of the main universe, he had searched for all events related to death, but he still couldn't find a single one that was actually related to death.
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This indicates that someone is definitely interfering—
Chen Tao knew perfectly well what was going on.
But he already knew who it was.
In this world, besides the Void Hand, who else has the ability to deceive his eyes?
He becomes easily drawn into the process as he searches for answers. When he finally finds Hecate and the deliberately hidden Void Hand, he discovers it's too late; the history of the trans-timeline has already been shaped.
He wants to change all of this, so he can only try to reshape the history of the trans-timeline.
Chen Tao guessed that it was the person behind the scenes, the one the Void Hand wanted him to do.
But so what?