Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 671 DC Reboot (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Ink)

Gotham.

Lead-gray clouds hung heavily over Gotham's jagged skyline. The buildings had an old, clumsy feel, with Art Deco lines still present beside the Gothic spires, though the faces of the stone monsters had long been blurred by the erosion of time and acid rain.

The streets were wet after the rain, reflecting the dim light of the streetlights and neon signs. The air was filled with the smells of cheap tobacco, gasoline, damp garbage, and a faint, salty, rusty smell from the port.

The pedestrians were dressed in a rustic and conservative style, walked hurriedly, and their faces bore the weariness and numbness characteristic of the economic downturn of the 1980s.

The sharp screech of brakes, the murmur of old-fashioned rock music emanating from the corner bar, and the intermittent sirens of police in the distance—it was still the familiar, chaotic rhythm of Gotham, yet it carried a strange, old-fashioned melody belonging to the past.

The clear sound of a boot heel hitting the slippery sidewalk abruptly severed Bruce Yu's senses from the chaos of returning to reality.

He stood alone and abruptly in the middle of this unfamiliar yet familiar rainy night street.

The intense dizziness receded like the tide, and the details of the world reconstructed by the senses rushed in wildly.

It was neither the cosmic void torn apart by the Darkseid fleet's main cannons, nor the hellish battlefield echoing with Parademons' shrieks and energy bursts.

It is Gotham. Without a doubt.

But completely different.

He turned around abruptly, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings.

The shop windows displayed old-fashioned blocky televisions and huge video recorders; the magazine cover girls hanging at the street newsstands had heavy, tacky makeup; and the cars speeding by had huge, boxy bodies with ridiculously rough lines.

The thugs, vaguely visible on street corners and alleyways, wore bell-bottoms and floral shirts, with hairstyles so exaggerated they looked like bird's nests on their heads.

The entire city was permeated with a thick, musty smell that had been forgotten by time, a world apart from the apocalyptic battlefield he had just emerged from, a battlefield filled with cutting-edge technology and battles between gods.

A strong sense of disorientation gripped Bruce Yu's neck.

His body tensed instinctively, the power of the fusion of all heavens within him flowed instinctively, and the eerie light deep within the Pure Samsara Sharingan quietly lit up, silently scanning every crevice of this era.

There were no energy barriers, and no signs of spatial traps.

Is there only one kind of pure and bizarre "new"?
Or...old?
Bruce Yu frowned and walked a few steps to a newsstand next to him that was lit by a dim incandescent light bulb.

The old man tending the stall wore thick glasses and was looking down at a tabloid, showing no reaction to his approach.

He ignored it and pulled a folded newspaper, the ink of which seemed not yet dry, directly from the greasy wooden shelf.

With a whoosh, it unfolded.

A bold, black headline leaps to the front page: "Wall Street's 'Black Monday': Dow Jones plunges 508 points in a single day, global panic spreads!"

date.

Those tiny lines of lead type seemed to carry a chilling electric current, striking him instantly.

1978 10 Month 20 Day.

His fingers unconsciously tightened around the rough edge of the newsprint.

This is definitely not the time when he teamed up with Luthor to activate the Mother Box to resurrect Superman and lead the remnants of the Justice League into the Apokolips battlefield!

That devastating war that determined the fate of Earth took place many years in the future!
Time is distorted and folded here. Or...
A long-forgotten word, dormant in the corner of the multiverse's memory, suddenly lit up in his mind like a light bulb activated by an electric current.

Reboot?!
The DC Universe has been rebooted, like turning the pages of a book, by some grander, more powerful will?!

After a long time.

The background noise of the damp streets on a quiet rainy night seemed to be filtered through a thick layer of frosted glass.

Bruce Yu's lips twitched to one side very subtly and silently, almost with a touch of absurd self-mockery.

He suddenly raised his hand and slammed his knuckles into his temple!
The DC universe has been rebooted!

Almost the instant this conclusion was clearly imprinted in the depths of his consciousness, a deeper perception was awakened—not from the external environment, but from within himself!
It comes from that unique, profound space that belongs to him and is constructed from the interweaving of multiple forces!
It's like a pebble sunk to the bottom of a lake being pulled up by an invisible thread.

His spiritual perception suddenly sank, sinking into the core of that alternate dimension supported by the power of the Six Paths, which he used to store deep-seated items.

Then, he "saw" it.

At the center of that vortex of space, where a faint light swirled, an object floated quietly.

Square in shape, made of neither gold nor stone, its surface flows with a cold and ever-changing luster like liquid metal, and simple yet containing a heart-stirring rhythmic energy, geometric patterns appear and disappear on it.

It exudes an ancient, pure, and almost eternal sense of existence, while at the same time harboring a violent power capable of igniting interstellar warfare.

Mother box!

"This is really true."

Bruce Yu couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"I want to disappear and self-destruct with the Mother Box, so that Darkseid can't have it."

"result."

Darkseid painstakingly searched for the Mother Box, but he ended up traveling through time and space and taking it to the multiverse.

of course
This is not an absolutely safe place either.

Because Darkseid is an enemy on a multiverse level, being here, in the former Red Death universe, does not preclude the possibility of having to face Darkseid, or even his true form, again someday in the future.
As Bruce Yu stared at the glaring time displayed on the newsstand, his thoughts swirling with the absurd yet weighty reality of "rebooting"...
da~
A blinding beam of light tore through Gotham's somber, leaden rain curtain without warning, projecting straight onto the heavy rain clouds!
At the core of that pillar of light, the silhouette of a giant bat, composed of pure light, was clearly etched into the dark night sky like a brand.

Bat lamp!
This is a signal that Gotham Police Chief James Gordon would only activate when he was isolated and had nowhere else to turn.

It calls for the arrival of Batman, the most mysterious guardian of Gotham's night.

Bruce Yu had no time to ponder the root cause; the familiar cursor, however, provided a clear coordinate for his current bewilderment.

In the blink of an eye, Bruce Yu's lips curled into a faint smile.

Since we will have to face a cosmic crisis sooner or later.

It would be better to transfer this pressure to Batman, who has a better mind and a stronger sense of crisis.
Without hesitation, he lowered his body slightly, then transformed into a blurry afterimage almost imperceptible to the naked eye, silently soaring into the sky! He swiftly swept across the wet streets and jagged rooftops, flying precisely towards the source of the pillar of light.

Almost instantly, he hovered above the top floor of a building near the spotlight's projection point, disappearing into the shadows and rain, looking down at the wet rooftop platform below.
(End of this chapter)