HCB Chapter 1031 The Unprecedented Upheaval in the DC Multiverse
Chapter 1031 The Unprecedented Upheaval in the DC Multiverse
Chapter 1031 The Unprecedented Upheaval in the DC Multiverse
Dr. Manhattan was also unsure of what he was about to face.
His ability to foresee the future has failed, and he is undergoing a bizarre self-evolution in a time-traveling manner, heading towards a future that even Dr. Manhattan cannot control:
The doomsday bell tolls.
Less than 4 minutes left.
"What?"
The Void Hand finally realized what the Hanged Man had been doing.
Hecate is still helping him search for the miracle machine he wants, but the Hanged Man has begun to make his move on Manhattan, and the Void Hand is unable to stop him.
"Idiot, you can't just drag Manhattan into this—"
He turned his head and looked into the void—
"If magic could become a bridge connecting two worlds—"
Everything was interrupted.
The Hanged Man's decision could be seen as an accident, or it could be seen as an inevitable destiny. His completely random actions were beyond anyone's control, not even Batman Dragon, the Batman Who Laughs, or Doctor Manhattan himself.
Before he took action, Dr. Manhattan had already stolen ten years of the DC multiverse, the Void Hand had already manipulated Hecate, and Batman Dragon had created the Earth-15 event, which drained the DC multiverse and then stitched it back together, creating an extremely weak timeline.
Perpetua's escape and resealing, the complete collapse of the Death Force and its subsequent repair after the universe's reboot, culminating in Batman: The Dragon's conversation with the Hanged Man, which sparked his interest in the DC multiverse, his discovery of Doctor Manhattan, and his eventual conclusion that he needed the Watchmen universe—
One by one, they are independent of each other, yet interconnected, like gears in a massive machine, while the Hanged Man's completely random actions are like the last gear stuck on top.
The long-stagnant situation began to slowly start to turn at this moment. Everything started like dominoes, and Dr. Manhattan, the only one who could stop it all, opened his arms and, as if he had expected it, welcomed the return journey with an outcome that was unpredictable to him.
"Do something—"
The Void Hand sensed the change, unsure whether it was good or bad for him. At this moment, he didn't even have time to pay attention to Hecate's connection to the Miracle Machine, but was forced to warn his enemies, Batman Dragon and the Batman Who Laughs: "Damn it, you have to do something!"
At this moment, both Chen Tao and the Laughing Bat were thrown into disarray by this sudden change.
For the two of them, they had just reached an agreement with the Hanged Man. Batman Dragon had dangled a carrot in front of the Hanged Man, and the Hanged Man had already taken it. The Hanged Man's ultimate goal had been thoroughly understood by Batman Dragon and the Batman Who Laughs. As long as he wanted to merge with Hecate, fully control her power, and ultimately become perfect, he would inevitably be controlled by Batman Dragon and the Batman Who Laughs.
They had just finalized their plan to exploit the Hanged Man's limited corruption of the Watchers universe, ultimately drawing Dr. Manhattan into their scheme. They had already created a fake miracle machine for the Void Hand. Chen Tao and the Batman Who Laughs were both aware of Perpetual's existence, and therefore, in a factual sense—
The Void Hand was supposed to face the combined forces of Batman Dragon, The Batman Who Laughs, and Perpetua. He should have been doomed to defeat; everything was arranged. But at that moment, the Hanged Man, without anyone noticing, smashed over the chessboard that everyone had already set up.
"Let's do it!"
The Void Hand, Batman: The Dragon, The Bat Who Laughs, Perpetua —
Almost simultaneously, all the players on the chessboard attempted to make their moves. They overwrote reality from upstream in the hypertime stream, directly distorted it through magic, tried to change reality with the power of the story, or even attempted to activate their previous moves left in the hypertime stream.
Everyone was trying to stop the Hanged Man from rushing into the cage and releasing the lion. The lion's appearance would directly change the situation in the arena. The lion's behavior was uncontrollable; it might attack all gladiators, whether they had an advantage or not, on an equal footing. No one wanted to see the lion appear, but no one succeeded in stopping it.
Therefore, everyone, I'm afraid we must face a dilemma:
It seems that the lion's appearance was not determined by whether we wanted it to appear or not; the iron cage had corroded, which was originally intended to prevent the lion from appearing.
Whether or not the factors of activity have been eroded over a long period of time, and we have all been too busy fighting to see it.
So now, it's time to face the facts.
For a long time, the DC multiverse has faced many different universes merging with this world, such as the Mass Universe, the Vertigo Universe, and so on. These mergers have occurred either through new histories, the merging of characters, or even the addition of new rules. The DC multiverse has faced this situation countless times, but this time is different.
The Watchers universe is different from the worlds that were previously merged into the DC multiverse.
In the Watchmen universe, there exists a transcendent being, a transcendent being named Dr. Manhattan, whose power surpasses that of the three sixth-dimensional gods of the DC multiverse, and even surpasses that of Papetua, who weakened after creating the universe, was betrayed by his three offspring, and was now completely sealed in the wall.
The moment the Hanged Man, entirely of his own will, or rather, of his inevitable destiny, bursts into the Watchmen universe.
The merging of the two multiverses occurred at this moment.
The Watchers universe.
Tick.
In the dark city sewers, there is a brightly lit place that looks like some kind of underground base, illuminated by lights.
In the center of this massive base, converted from an abandoned subway station, sat a round, spherical spaceship. Most of the spaceship was covered by a curtain, with only the front half exposed, beneath which a blond-haired man was busy at work.
His voice was whispering softly.
"Look—my friend. After the superhero militia came into the scene in 1939, everyone in New York City who wanted to be a gangster or a DJ thug wanted to wear the mask. They lined up to find that Jersey woman, whom they called the tailor's wife. Give me the size 52 wrench, thank you."
The man listening to him remained silent, took the wrench he wanted from the toolbox beside him, and then lifted the entire heavy toolbox off the ground and pulled it to the side of the blond man.
The toolbox brushed slightly against his beige trench coat, and his breathing caused the black and white mask on his face to change accordingly.
"Thanks, but you didn't need to keep the toolbox so close. Anyway, back then, she would sell a title and a uniform to anyone for the right price: Dr. Van Gogh's whistleblower, Lizard Bill, thugs and scum wanting to make a name for themselves, and con artists wanting to cover their tracks."
"Most of these ridiculous so-called supervillains would pull down their pants the moment they bumped into the Comedian or Rorschach, then throw their uniforms in the trash. Back then, if you didn't have some skills, you were out of luck. But now, for us, life isn't black and white anymore; you can't trust anyone."
The Pharaoh climbed out from under the spaceship, then looked up at Rorschach: "What do you think?"
Rorschach ignored Old Wang; he looked into the distance where the marionette couple were holding a pile of clothes, shouting, "Oh, dear nostalgic items, they've been discontinued!"
She held up an object and said, "I once smuggled some of your junk to replace him, Millennium? It smells disgusting."
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"This mistake is much bigger than teleporting the Chrysanthemum-faced monster to Times Square."
"You gave them uniforms and makeup kits, what were you up to?"
Luo Xia asked.
"Cooperation," Pharaoh replied.
"You're dreaming."
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Rorschach commented as follows.
The instruments beside them were making a whirring sound.
"They observe the world through distorted lenses, they're crazy, sadistic, and maybe even a little masochistic, needing close surveillance, just like I'm surveilling you. I have nothing to hide, Rorschach."
"You have concealed everything, Pharaoh."
"The deaths of millions? You see the true nature of the world, you understand it better than anyone else. Sometimes we have to reach into the mud and let the tigers put on their stripes. We're all considered criminals now, but if we can find Manhattan, if we can convince him to save the world—"
"The Pharaoh said."
His voice was so seductive that Rorschach tacitly agreed with his statement.
That's why he's here.
"We will become heroes again."
"What are you planning to do?"
"Rorschach asked."
Upon hearing this question, the Pharaoh climbed out from under his spaceship, dusted himself off, and remained as handsome as ever with a warm smile, showing no trace of the murderer who had once planned the massacre of millions.
He put the wrench back in the toolbox and then shrugged.
"Clearly, it's a scientific method."
At this moment, neither Rorschach nor the Pharaoh knew—
It wasn't science that saved them, but magic.
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