What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 910 Raising a glass in a toast, a promise made in vain...

To be honest, the world's foundry workers were taken aback.

He had never been so numb in his life, you know, like when you think your real opponent is some super enemy called the Watcher or the Counter-Watcher, and you are prepared to fight them to the death and win.

Then, just when you're about to pack up and leave, enjoying the spoils of your victory, you suddenly discover that the Buzz Lightyear toy you used to distract the enemy has automatically upgraded and transformed into your main force against you?

Then you watch as that damned little doll suddenly flies up from the ground. The plastic arms and legs that you had previously ignored suddenly turn into steel legs made of pure alloy, and the waist, the empty plastic arms are now equipped with weapons, and even the round and somewhat loose joints become the most powerful support for it to throw a punch at you.

The whole thing was absurd and hilarious, even giving you a strange sense of absurdity. Wait, is this guy sure he's not joking?

But the pain of that heavy punch hitting your face felt so real.

Okay, okay, you accept it. See, man, life is unpredictable, isn't it? You've been thwarted by the toy people you created.

You plan to destroy him, and then, without warning, this toy man suddenly gains a lot of backers. You raise your hammer but hesitate to strike him, afraid to hit this or that, and even risk being cut. You carefully invite this noble little princess you created back to the precious home you created, without harming her in the slightest, otherwise your most important ally will turn on you.
What's the point?
Okay, you've overcome countless difficulties and finally smashed this toy doll to pieces. Then you think to yourself, "Oh, Mom's here!"—although while you're thinking this, your own mother is being kicked around by your two brothers right next to you, her upper body sticking out of the wall while her butt is still stuck inside.

But who cares about the biological girl? If they could, the three brothers would all want to become filial sons, tie her up, and whip her hard.

If it weren't for their own mother's rebellious intentions, turning the multiverse into a weapon of war and refusing to properly return to its source, sixth-dimensional gods like them would be the pinnacle of primordial gods in other multiverses, living in harmony with the world. How could they be in such a sorry state now, each searching for a way out, only to find none?
In short, Mom, you've finally resolved the huge mess you got yourself into. You let out a long sigh of relief, and you really didn't have the time or energy to argue any further. Thank goodness it's over, otherwise the whole situation would have really fallen apart for you.

It's a great irony that a creator, in fact, fell victim to his own creation.

And then imagine this: you suddenly hear your little Buzz Lightyear toy beeping. I mean, beeping like a countdown before a bomb explodes. And you're stuck, unable to get away from this bomb. How could that not make you furious?

what?
What does that paper cup represent?
What will suddenly break into the battlefield next and disrupt my plans?
A tremendous sense of unease and fear began to invade the mind of the World Founder, gradually attempting to drive him to make irrational choices, but he managed to restrain himself.

He turned to look at Superman.

The Supreme Little Superman remained silent.

Deathly silence.

Oh wow, the other side doesn't seem to have gone berserk because of Hero Day's death, that's good.

He's not dead!
Superman saw Hero Day raise his glass high with his last breath, as if he were drinking with an old friend who didn't exist.

Even though he was only drinking juice at the time.

A hideous horned monster and a monkey are drinking juice!
Hahahaha!

He smiled slightly, as if he were not gazing at the corpse of Hero Day from afar across the World Forger, but rather raising a glass to him and singing loudly.

Those futures he could have seen again... have now all vanished without a trace.

His teeth were grinding together, an immense sense of sorrow almost tearing him apart. It was the feeling of being abandoned by the times and history, but even so, Superman forced himself to endure it.

Those who travel a thousand miles often stop at nine hundred. I'm sorry, my friend, I'm so sorry, my friend, I beg you, please don't force me, I really can't, I really can't...

That immense sorrow almost tore Superman's heart apart, but Superman, who often transformed into a beast, forcibly stopped it all with his absolute divinity, leaving only humanity to be torn apart between bestiality and divinity.

The World Founder immediately realized that the danger did not come from the Superman Supreme beside him.

He saw Batman's dragon form not far away, his eyes blazing with fury, uttering a cry of protest. The sound rolled in like thunder from the heavens, filled with deep rage and immense pain.

But it was all too late; the situation was already beyond Batman Dragon's control.

The world's foundries remain vigilant, searching for the true source of that seemingly nonexistent threat.

Superman the Magnus stared into Heroes Day's eyes.

He saw the other person raise the cup forcefully twice, but received no response from him.

His eyes were brimming with hope, glistening and clear, whether from scalding tears or simply light reflecting off his retina, it was hard to tell. He lifted his arms for the third time with all his might.

Please, I beg you, please stop raising it.

Those promises to raise a glass together in the future...

I really wanted to fulfill it, I really thought about fulfilling it.

Please don't do this, I beg you, don't force me.

Superman turned his head sharply, and Hero Day realized his judgment; his eyes dimmed.

He couldn't lift it a fourth time.

The magical effects of the Crimson of All Beings remained constant on his body, but it could not heal the damage caused by the power of the sixth dimension. A large amount of dark matter cosmic energy adhered to his wounds, extinguishing his last bit of life.

"Batman Dragon, are you insane!" Batman Dragon was shouted at from the side. The Anti-Monitor and the Monitor ordered him to return to his post, or the arrival of the Multiverse Mother, Papetua, would immediately become a reality in the Hypertime Stream.

Hearing the mad roar of Batman's dragon, the World Founder was also moved to stop groaning and pounce on the World Founder again, tearing the dragon in two.

Barbatos was a follower of the world's creator at the time of creation, and being torn in two would not kill him. But this also meant that the other party would be completely powerless to resist.

The World Founder glanced again at the grief-stricken Batman Dragon, trying to find even the slightest clue that he was putting on an act... but the other party did not seem to be faking it.

This time it's really not true.

The World Founder quickly sensed that Batman Dragon was trying to graft the history of the toy Hero Day he created onto the history of the real Hero Day in the upstream of the timeline. This seemed to be the only way to deny the reality that "Hero Day was killed by the World Founder" in the reality of the timeline and to forcibly distort the facts.

Even using the power of the fifth dimension wouldn't work, because Heroes Day was killed by a god of the sixth dimension.

This was his only way to change history, bypassing the judgment of the sixth-dimensional gods and directly correcting the chaos at the trans-temporal level. The World Forger scoffed at this. Batman Dragon, after all, had never been a god, which was why he was so convinced of his ideas.

"He actually tried to resurrect Hero Day from the upstream history of the timeline?"

"What? What does he plan to do?"

Upon hearing what the Supreme Superman said, the World Founder was momentarily confused. He then answered the Supreme Superman's question:
"Batman Dragon intends to create this version of me, grafting the history of Hero Day onto the history of the real Hero Day. But he is destined to fail."

"why?"

"Although his intention to rescue Hero Day while the current reality of the hypertime stream had not yet solidified was correct, his rescue method was wrong. The most primitive version of Hero Day from the upstream period of the hypertime stream came from an unknown memory. In that memory, all the people and things had completely returned to the embrace of death, just like Earth 15."

The World Forger said this, his voice even tinged with mockery:

"If he can bring that original Hero Day out of the embrace of death, then he may be able to restore Earth-15. Then I'll have to see it for myself. It may be the greatest miracle ever created in the DC multiverse, snatching back a person who has vanished from the clutches of death, something even our mothers never accomplished."

The World Forger said, completely unaware that the Supreme Superman's expression had completely changed.

If he still had a sliver of hope just now, that sliver of hope had now been completely extinguished by the World Forger. The Supreme Superman almost couldn't help but think, what if he had intervened when the World Forger made his move…

"Then Batman Dragon has no way to completely save Heroes Day?"

The World Forger replied, "Yes, of course there is. That is to directly destroy that part of history. I just killed Hero Day, and his history has not yet solidified. Before it solidifies, before he completely returns to the embrace of death, we only need to sacrifice the return of the Mother of the Multiverse, that is, my mother, to the DC Multiverse to be able to resurrect Hero Day."

But do you think the DC multiverse would allow such a thing to happen? In short, his current history is already of the same nature as Earth-15. Even if there were a chance to change it, the DC multiverse wouldn't allow it. Then, as time drags on until history is completely solidified, that Hero's Day will be embraced by death, and the entire history will be forged into an unchangeable, indestructible rock. Even if the Anti-Monitor alters the Crisis on Infinite Earths, reshapes the history of the entire multiverse, and modifies the reality of the DC multiverse, his death will still occur and be preserved upstream in the hyperchronic flow, and it will be inevitable.

"Even if we travel through a time portal, we still can't see him?"

Then, without the World Maker's reply, Superman Supreme had already figured out the answer.

Once that history is solidified and solidified, it will become a crucial historical juncture preventing Perpetua's invasion of the DC multiverse, making it virtually impossible to change. Even if the entire DC multiverse were sacrificed to save Hero Day, the inevitable fate would be Perpetua's domination and enslavement of all beings, annihilating them as mere expendable resources to create a hybrid Martian-human army. Ultimately, Hero Day's demise would remain unchanged.

His hands began to tremble.

If he hadn't stood by and watched Hero Day die... would he still be able to heal Hero Day now?
No, he still held a sliver of hope, hoping that Hero Day might be resurrected and that they could meet again someday...

He had fantasized about apologizing to Hero Day and personally showing him the beautiful, new, and brilliant new world he had meticulously created in the World Maker universe—he had thought about it, he really had thought about it!

The World Forger was unaware of the change in Superman's mindset. He stood there on guard for a long time, convinced that there was no enemy that could be summoned by Heroes' Day like Barbatos had been before. To be honest, he was quite on edge.

But he quickly realized that nothing had actually happened; Batman Dragon was still struggling to stay afloat, and the Mandrake or the Batman Who Laughs that he had once suspected might not exist. So…

"In the end, were there really no reinforcements? It was all just a bluff."

The World Founder stretched out a hand, then casually crushed the cup into powder, leaving not a trace. It's hard to say there wasn't an emotional outburst involved.

Then he heard Hero Day's last words.

"No, my treasure..."

"What treasure? It's just a useless broken paper cup."

The World Builder was filled with frustration. It was finally over. It felt like playing a long, tedious game, utterly pointless, but one he had no choice but to continue. Just die already; you've wasted far too much of my time.

He was about to lower his head and curse when he realized that Hero Day was completely dead, devoid of any life. He could no longer hear his own curses.

Good riddance! That scoundrel is finally dead.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, Superman's fist suddenly slammed directly into his face.

(End of this chapter)