Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

However, the one who can deliver the final blow is Ultraman Kasa.

Ultraman Tiga is the link of the power of light, while Ultraman Kasa is the link between everyone present, so, here we come.

No agreement was needed, no words were needed, no guidance was needed. Everyone naturally channeled their own power and strength into Kasa, becoming his solid support and a part of the final blow that built this peace.

With a body fifty meters tall, Kassa's pose is particularly classic. It is his own exclusive beam, a unique ultimate move that he developed after much contemplation ten thousand years ago in order to save the entire planet.

It is the personal mark of Ultraman Kassa, and at this moment, it is also a move that symbolizes everyone.

Smmute Ray, fire.

That's all.

This is the most powerful enemy this beam attack has ever faced, and it is highly unlikely that there will be a stronger enemy in the future. The enemy to be defeated is not only Perpetua, but also the entire Hand of Creation, the entire Source, and the entire Void.

The commotion caused by Popetua and the Ultra Warriors was so great that all members of the Creation Hand gathered earlier than expected and arrived in the DC universe sooner.

They came not for justice, but to ensure their own dictatorship and their supreme status.

So they took action.

Compared to Perpetua, the dazzling Ultra Warriors posed a much greater threat to them. To secure their position, they sided with Perpetua, becoming his allies, and together they unleashed their most powerful force, fiercely attacking the tiny, deadly beam in Kasa's hand.

The Big Bang, the multiverse Big Bang, or the omnipotent universe Big Bang?

No.

It doesn't need any of these terms of magnitude to describe it; it was simply a dazzling, massive explosion.

An explosion sparked, and the results unfolded.

All members of the Hand of Creation were swept away and defeated, and began to melt away amidst roars and cries of pain, struggling one by one to end their lives of countless evil deeds and destruction of countless multiverses.

Perpetua, now a composite of all things, was contorted in the explosion. The will of the new Dark Lucifer took control of the entire body and all its power. Knowing he could no longer live, he used his last strength with a ferocious grin, gathering all the crisis energy into one place, and a dark spark flashed.

A massive explosion swept through the area, and all the Ultramen immediately formed a wall to isolate everyone behind them. While they managed to block the force of the explosion, they were unable to defend against Dark Lugiel's Dark Spark, which was also an Ultraman, and each Ultraman suffered different effects.

This explosion is not limited to the DC universe or the Void; its impact is far greater, affecting some beings that exist in other worlds, causing trauma, and leaving their fates unknown.

The spatial turbulence caused by the explosion was enormous and left no trace, encompassing almost all the Ultra Warriors on the front lines, as well as some people on the secondary front lines, who were all untraceably swept up in it and their whereabouts are unknown.

This massive explosion transcended sight and sound, as well as time and space, before slowly dissipating.

The explosion did not create a hole that pierced through the entire universe in the DC universe, because until the very last moment, the Ultramen were still doing their best to minimize the impact of the explosion on the environment and other people, except for protecting themselves.

"Kasa————"

Unlike the other warriors, Hikari, who was adjusting the equipment and bringing Tiga over, was one of the very few Ultramen who wasn't caught up in the chaos.

He witnessed firsthand the involvement and disappearance of everyone, including Kassadin, the captain, Tiga, Dyna, Belial, and others. Even Alien Empera was swept away. Mefilas rushed over to try to pull Alien Empera back, but he too disappeared without a trace.

The explosion gradually dissipated.

Both the Hand of Creation and Perpetua have vanished into thin air. They no longer have bodies, souls, or any remaining consciousness. They are so dead that it is impossible to revive them by any means.

Along with the Hand of Creation and Perpetua perished, so too did the Great Darkness and seven crucial Crisis Forces.

The Seven Crisis Forces are the culprits behind the DC universe's endless cycle of good and evil.

On the Ultra Galaxy side, although the Land of Light has been fighting all along, the number of enemies it faces has been decreasing, and the enemies are all different. For example, in the Super Galaxy Era, ten thousand years later, there would be no more enemies in the entire main universe of the Land of Light, which would basically mean the end of the Great Peace.

The rest of the time was spent fighting enemies in other universes, and the number of enemies in other universes was decreasing with each battle.

But DC is different. If it were DC, it would be fighting the Joker and Doomsday ten thousand years ago, and it would be fighting the Joker and Lex Luthor ten thousand years later. Moreover, it would be the same Joker and Lex Luthor, but this Joker and Lex Luthor have been resurrected countless times and will never retire.

This is the work of the Crisis Force. Seven Crisis Forces create supervillains, and then famous supervillains will never retire and will always be active on the stage. Therefore, there will never be a day of peace in the DC universe.

But that won't happen anymore.

Seven of the Crisis Forces perished along with Perpetua.

From now on, new supervillains may still appear, but the conditions for their appearance will become very normal and strict. No more random occurrences or events will lead to the emergence of new supervillains.

Existing supervillains will no longer be immortal. Once they die, they are dead. They will no longer be easily pulled up and given a sit-up. In fact, not only will they not be easily pulled up, but they may not even be able to be resurrected.

From now on, the death of a supervillain will truly mean one less supervillain, and the entire DC universe will take a real step towards the future.

This is a true victory.

If it weren't for the power of radiance, Perpetua and the Hand of Creation would be overwhelmingly invincible, thus enabling them to accomplish their current feat, which is nothing short of a miracle that will likely never happen again.

but.

"Kasa...are they still alive?"

Moreover, Hikari suddenly discovered something terrifying: now... he seems to be the one with the highest position and prestige among all the people of the Land of Light?

Eh, am I to be the captain of the Land of Light?!

Volume 1: 468. Good morning, Night City!

468. Good morning, Night City!

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Good morning, Night City!

"Yesterday's dead-man lottery was a total of thirty, thanks to the endless gang warfare. Heywood alone killed ten. But one police officer also died. I think you all have to pay compensation, because the NCPD will definitely not swallow this."

"Meanwhile, three more cyberpsychotics have been added to Westbrook's roster. Oh my god, the trauma team is going to be cursing up their corpse-collecting workload again."

"And in Taiping Continent... well... Taiping Continent is still Taiping Continent. I'm your best buddy Stan. Let's start a new day in the City of Dreams together!"

slap.

The TV is off.

"Oh my God, this cheap alcohol kept me up all night, my head is killing me, and I have to listen to this ridiculous news this morning. Night City is absolutely awful, absolutely terrible. What was I thinking when I thought I could have a blast working here!"

hiss!

In the high-tech apartment of a modern building, V, a young woman in her early twenties, covered her head, grimaced, washed her face, and grumbled as she opened the door, where she met Jack, who had been waiting outside while the TV was still on.

"Hey brother, no problem! No problem at all, we're the best partners, the best combination, right?"

The optimist Jack Wells grinned and tossed a can of hot coffee over. "Look, we've only known each other for less than a month. We just got back to Night City and we've already sold that damn lizard and moved into this high-rise. Hehe, the good days are yet to come!"

"First sweet, then sweet, and then fucking sweet again, oh my god, this Night City is so awesome! Dude, I think my luck is finally turning around. Meeting you is like the arrival of my holy grail!"

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

V silently took the coffee, broke open the can, and gulped it all down in one go, barely suppressing the headache caused by the alcohol, but still grimacing.

"Don't even mention that damn lizard to me. That damn middleman squeezed us at least three times the price! We could have sold it for three times that! And since then, we've been sitting around doing nothing, not getting a single order!"

"Don't worry, I've brought good news."

Jack, a grown man, winked at V in a cute way and chuckled憨厚ly, "I am a local of Night City, and I was once a gang member. Although I left a long time ago, I still have some connections."

At the mention of assigning work, V immediately perked up. Her dizziness disappeared, the aches and pains from insomnia were gone, and her legs felt nimble. She suddenly became curious: "Really? What kind of work is it?"

"Clean up a bunch of cleaners."

Jack took out a chip from his pocket. The chip contained the location of the scavengers' base. Of course, that was all. As for the number of scavengers and their weaponry, there was no way they could have that information.

After all, these two are just ordinary mercenaries in Night City. If you throw a brick at them, you could kill at least a hundred of them. The client simply wouldn't waste resources investigating for them.

Fortunately, generally speaking, the configuration of a cleaner is just so-so, nothing too extravagant.

"Scavengers?" V immediately made a connection. "Did these scavengers end up collecting corpses from some people they shouldn't have messed with?"

Cyberpunk 2077, six months earlier, Cyberpunk 2076, that's now.

Here, in Night City, a free city ruled by several different large corporations, all industries are naturally very "free."

The so-called "cleaners" are actually people who steal other people's corpses, decompose them, and take away the parts of the corpses that can be sold for profit.

There are even a large number of scavengers who, when the risk is low, will ambush and kill many lone people, taking them away alive to dismember and sell them.

That's why it's normal for these disgusting scavengers to occasionally run into trouble.

However, this time, V guessed wrong.

“No, that’s not it.” Jack shrugged. “The middleman said it’s because those scavengers seem to have found something really valuable and rare recently, and they’re looking for buyers everywhere. The word got leaked, so, you know, hmm~”

As Jack spoke, he also started making faces.

V immediately understood, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Got it, that's it. Tsk, no wonder it's Night City, the people here are really black, really dirty."

Because the price offered by the cleaner was too high and the items were too tempting, some people decided to buy them for free.

Although hiring mercenaries to rob it directly would also cost money, the amount of money spent hiring Little Karami is negligible compared to the cost of buying it directly.

Things like this happened occasionally when I was a wanderer and a member of the Barker family, but the frequency was low, unlike in Night City, where hundreds or even thousands of such incidents occur every day.

Jack nodded and said, "Hey, who says otherwise? But it doesn't really concern us. Anyway, after deducting the middleman's cut, the profits are quite substantial, enough for us to have a good time. Shall we take it?"

"Catch!" V clenched his fist, already impatient. "Of course I'm going to catch that damn thing. If I don't get moving, I'll rust all over."

"Good brother, I knew it! That's why I accepted. Let's get started today!" Jack gave a thumbs up. "The legendary duo of Night City, destined to be guests in the next life, take off today! Yay!"

"You really dare to think that way."

V chuckled, "Then what do we say? Should we change the weapons?"

"We definitely need to buy more shotguns. I asked around among the Valentino gang, and that group of cleaners must have at least a dozen or twenty people. They need to have a few shotguns too, so we can't be careless."

"Go, go, go!"

Jack shouted excitedly. In Night City of 2076, a city full of cyberpunk, it was a kind of luck to have such a kind and humane brother. He didn't have to worry about being betrayed.

At lightning speed, if one person has an extra shotgun, that's two extra shotguns.

With these two sprayers in hand, I'm invincible!

"Hey, Old Wei!"

Jack drove to the address with a shotgun in hand, leaving V to idly look around. Just then, he spotted Old V coming out of his clinic to buy breakfast. He immediately popped his head out the window and called out:

"Remember to keep some of your high-quality prosthetics. Soon I'll be one of those advanced people who can afford to use your prosthetics too!"

Victor Viktor.

The prosthetic doctor who always wears black glasses has a well-known reputation; his reliability is unmatched by any other prosthetic doctor, and he has a large number of patients.