deltrittennovels Chapter 709 Batman, I ask you, is it true or false?
Chapter 709 Batman, I ask you, is it true or false?
Chapter 709 Batman, I ask you, is it true or false?
I am Barbatos.
I was reminded of Gotham City.
Many people may not know that the Lord of the World Forge is merely a divine position I seized by murdering my master, and the [Dark Multiverse Dragon] is more like my race than a divine position.
To be precise, I am the Bat God, I am the darkness of Gotham City.
From the moment I was born, my fate has been inextricably linked to Gotham City, or rather, to Batman.
Super-time flow.
history.
Cause, process, and result.
timeline.
These orderly things, like the granite sculptures in Gotham City or the exposed steel bars, give people the illusion that the whole world is strictly governed.
But anyone with a modicum of intelligence should know that the whole world is actually built on gunpowder and fuses, and beneath that turbulent undercurrent, there is even the spontaneously generated flammable and explosive kerosene.
At the very moment I was born, I saw so clearly the dangerous nature of this world that I shrank back in fear into the palm of my Creator, like a startled ball of black shadow.
Many years later, I realized that the terrifying scene was a tool used by my master and creator to frighten me. From the moment I was born, I was a puppet in the palm of the world's creator.
He manipulated my actions, my filial piety, my fears, my dependence, and the evil thoughts I absorbed.
I once had pity on those creatures, and then he took that pity away without hesitation.
I was afraid, but that was quickly discovered.
Just like a gardener pruning a crooked sapling, with just one snip, I will no longer be afraid.
All of this is under the control of the World Founders.
Then I finally realized...
I have never had any free will, never.
"You were born to destroy those universes; you were born evil. Those evil thoughts belong to you."
It was all a lie. I changed quickly.
I destroyed those universes one by one, starting with caution, then becoming numb, and finally enjoying it.
And all of this is under the control of my master, under the control of the world's creator.
I realized all of this; I realized that my free will was being controlled.
I tried to rebel; I once wanted to break free of the invisible puppet strings.
Soon, even that idea of mine was rejected.
I've finally realized it. As long as my master, my creator, lives, I will never attain true free will!
My thoughts and ideas will always be what he needs me to think! My actions will always be what he wants. I will never be a complete being, but only a useful tool!
Such a life will never end; it will continue forever until the end of time. Even the feelings of resentment and sorrow that I have are merely a diversion in my master's life!
Just one thought from him! Just one thought, and I would vanish without even having considered it!
I will never tolerate this life again. My power is strong enough that I have turned against my master.
What a wonderful, what a great moment...
I...I once...I once thought I had succeeded.
I rejoiced at my freedom. I finally possessed free will, and not only that, I also used my free will to control others.
I am no longer a puppet being pulled, but the one pulling the puppet.
I won!
As a being with free will, I also have dreams.
I will conquer the entire hyper-time stream and the multiverse, and accomplish a feat that neither the Monitors nor the Anti-Monitors have ever achieved!
This is the loudest cry of a creature born without free will, but who struggled relentlessly and finally reclaimed it, hoping for a better tomorrow!
I have conquered countless dark multiverses. Since I killed my master, the entire world has trembled at my feet. I have amassed many followers and become the master of the World Forge. No one knows my past.
But all of this vanished like bubbles...
I am Barbatos, and I feel the puppet strings extending within me.
Not just my master, the world's forger.
All three parties.
There are three forces controlling my body.
For some inexplicable reason, Barbatos suddenly felt an urge to laugh.
His free will sadly existed outside his body, watching his own body emit a sharp roar, showing off the immense power brought by the three forces mixed with Barbatos' own dark matter cosmic energy to the void.
There's no chance anymore.
Barbatos could not possibly fight against three forces at the same time.
He is tired.
He was already very tired, but he had never regretted his pursuit of free will.
He was just a little tired.
Since he couldn't control his body anyway, he fell into a deep sleep...
It doesn't seem to matter, right?
Barbatos felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, even though he had lost control of his body. He felt his body struggling against Hal's blackened, zombified flesh; the massive energy collision was like a supernova explosion, bursting forth with dazzling divine light.
what.
Barbatos's physical body is truly formidable. He's completely dominating his opponent.
Oh.
This doesn't seem to have anything to do with Barbatos, since even his body was created by the World Forger. He was just a puppet, a useful tool, from beginning to end.
The world's foundry crafted him to perfection, but the "perfection of Barbatos" is not due to Barbatos's own merit.
Barbatos was about to fall asleep, knowing that if he fell asleep, it might be an eternal sleep, but what did it matter?
He now knows that his killing of the World Forger was merely part of their plan.
How ridiculous!
Barbatos, with his free will and ambition to rule the entire universe, was merely playing out his own script under the manipulation of others.
Barbatos of Free Will...
Never.
It never existed.
"...Lord Barbatos!"
Who is it? Who is calling me?
Barbatos didn't want to hear it.
"Lord Barbatos, wake up! Open your eyes and look at me!"
Who is it? Who has disturbed my peaceful sleep?
Why not let Barbatos, who will never have free will, sleep forever?
Barbatos heard its master's voice, but it could no longer make out what the other person was saying.
But he could roughly understand it.
"...That's right, no one can control Lord Barbatos. Lord Barbatos must have his own free will."
Do you agree?
"Did you hear me clearly?"
"No one can control Lord Barbatos!"
"Lord Barbatos..."
"It's freedom!!!!"
boom!!!
In that instant, a sound like a gigantic whale rising from the seabed, an ethereal, enormous, and indescribable roar, pierced Barbatos's mind.
His consciousness rose from the deep sea, broke through the surface, and soared into the blue sky.
"who I am?"
"I am Barbatos..."
"I am……"
"The God of Bats!!!"
At this moment, Barbatos is still unable to escape the combined control of the Void Hand and the Multiverse Mother, Papetua.
But in that instant, at that moment, suddenly, Barbatos rediscovered traces of his former freedom, just like…
Like a bird seeing the breeze it leaves in the clear sky.
Tiny, yet heartwarming.
He struggled desperately, even though the puppet's struggle was so insignificant.
He wasn't sure what Batman's purpose was in making this demand of the World Maker, but he knew Batman must have his own agenda.
He knew the other person too well; it wasn't their first time meeting.
But so what?
I won't ask you why you did this, whether it was genuine or not.
But in any case, everything you do today, whether it's dirt or gold, is irrelevant.
All of this—
These are all traces of Barbatos.
My traces.
……
……
……
"Now let's move on to the next topic."
main universe.
Justice League lobby.
All members of the Justice League have arrived.
"I don't know what you're hesitating about, but I mean, of course we have to do it."
The Wonder Woman from the main universe slammed her fist on the table: "That's a threat to billions of lives and the multiverse! I really don't know what you're hesitating for!"
"After the last cosmic reboot, we know very little about the entire multiverse, and even our memories of the time before the reboot are somewhat hazy."
The Batman from the main universe said, "Clark."
Although he said the name as normally as possible, all the Justice League members present could hear the strangeness in his tone.
Indeed, after the Clark Kent they knew heroically sacrificed himself, a new, slightly older Superman, Clark Kent, reappeared on the streets, claiming to be a survivor who had accidentally left the main universe after the last cosmic reboot and returned to find his home had been rebooted.
Lex Luthor, who mourns Superman's death in the streets every day and walks around in a blue armor with the letter "S" printed on it, couldn't accept this, and even many members of the Justice League found it hard to accept.
(Note: At this point, the timeline of the main universe is Justice League v3, the DC universe rebirth period. Events such as Metal and Doomsday Bell have not occurred. N Superman died at the end of the New 52. After entering the rebirth period, the Hypertime Stream temporarily created Multiverse Fusion, forcibly altering the history of the Hypertime Stream and creating a P Superman in the main universe to replace the dead N Superman.)
"I think we should..."
"I think this needs further discussion." The Batman from the main universe tapped on the table. "Victor, turn on the projector."
Steelbone obediently turned on the projector.
Then everyone heard Batman's voice: "In my dream..."
"...Barbatos is a dog in Chinese..."
"Based on my deductions, this dark multiverse and dark matter..."
"Are you kidding me? Seriously? A bat? Based on a dream alone..."
"It's not just a dream, I think it's very likely a trap. We're a league, not a football team, Victor, we can't just rush in..."
"...Diana, I understand your desire to save people, but you should know that we need a plan."
"...I never said I wouldn't go to save them..."
"I told you..."
While the Justice League leaders in the main universe were arguing incessantly, Chen Tao's Justice League members were also sitting together in the lounge next door.
They all look presentable now, without any change in appearance.
The ventriloquist whose appearance was already distorted did not appear here. His appearance was too bizarre, and he was the result of an early experiment by Luther in Chen Tao's universe. His distorted appearance was no longer concealable, so it was naturally difficult for the Justice League members in the main universe to see him.
In fact, the Alliance Luthers were fully aware of what their current image as the Justice Alliance truly looked like, and knew exactly what the consequences would be if they were to jump out of the group.
Therefore, when facing the entire Justice League, they completely abandoned those bizarre transformations. Although their power could be greatly amplified after transformation, this increase was insignificant compared to the trust placed in them by the Justice League in the main universe.
Clark and Diana were pacing back and forth on the floor. Barry, meanwhile, was shivering; he opened his mouth, let out a long yawn, and then asked:
"I have a question, Luther."
"What should we do if the Justice League in the main universe intends to refuse?"
"That won't happen."
Lex Luthor stated, "The heroes of justice in the main universe are all thoroughly morally upright, or even morally perfect. Based on my estimation, the probability of them refusing us is practically zero."
"No, I mean, what if?"
Barry said, "I know it feels a little strange for me to bring this up, but nobody really wants to talk about it, right?"
He lowered his head: "So I'll speak for everyone, okay?"
"They don't really trust us. I think especially Batman, the Batman of the main universe. He's a bit too hostile towards us."
"If he influenced the final outcome and then led them to make decisions that were unfavorable to us."
"What should we do?"
"That can't be."
"What if?"
"I said no."
"You must make a decision, Luther."
Lex Luthor finally had no way to shirk his responsibility.
"Okay." So he looked up.
Barry saw a red glow in his eyes, an indescribable sinister quality.
"Then we'll take forceful action."
"it is good."
"no problem."
"This is the only way."
"Okay."
A few scattered responses came from the room, followed by...
Pairs of eyes followed Luther and lit up with a red glow.
(End of this chapter)