Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 126 The Destruction of Doomsday

Chapter 126 The Destruction of Doomsday

Upon closer reflection, this distorted reality did indeed fulfill a portion of the wishes of the four people at the epicenter of the explosion.

Even though each person's vision may conflict with the others, the power of fate still entangled the four of them together.

Martha hopes her son Bruce will be happy and free from the tragic fate of being Batman.

Thus came the harmonious Wayne family and the playboy Bruce.

Bruce didn't have much hope, or rather, Bruce Wayne hadn't existed for a long time, and the only one who survived that night in Crime Alley was Batman.

So Batman still exists in his heart, and when Batman awakens, his adversaries such as the Joker and Two-Face almost immediately follow.

Diana:

Joey, who hadn't figured out what to do next, didn't want to think about it in that direction.

With this in mind, Joey began to truly examine his own heart from the very beginning of the incident, reflecting on some of his subconscious aspirations.

According to this real-life "origin story," he is now a war correspondent who survived a near-death experience.

He also won the Pulitzer Prize for his outstanding reporting on this experience.

Thinking about it carefully, isn't this the kind of life trajectory I hoped for before I even embarked on it?

Although, given his skin color and the content of his reporting, even being hit by a nuclear bomb would probably not win him a Pulitzer Prize.

But the fact that he survived a shell was enticing enough to make him subconsciously fantasize about this possible future.

He had been just getting by before encountering Raven in the previous universe, and after that, when he truly began to utilize his Kryptonian constitution, he was stained with blood all the way.

Until now, I am still deeply mired in the quagmire of this universe.

Subconsciously, Joey might really wish he were still just a reporter made of flesh and blood, living a peaceful life in a normal world.

A dream is ultimately just a dream, and even if Joey severed his identity as a second-generation Kryptonian, he couldn't achieve this.

Diana and the whole world were waiting for him to save them; he didn't have time for such sentimental things.

"Roar!"

Doomsday, still reeling from its own attack, charged forward again, aiming a headbutt at Joey, who stood frozen in place.

"die!"

The speed of this creature's evolution has indeed exceeded everyone's expectations, from having no consciousness and only a killing instinct to speaking human language.

It was less than two hours.

Then Doomsday was once again stunned by his own headbutt, and even the protective layer of bone spurs covering his head shattered under the powerful blow.

Perhaps the other party has evolved some intelligence, but it is clear that it still cannot understand the current situation.

Although Joey rejected it on a fateful level, he was essentially one with Joey.

This means that any attack it launches against Joey is essentially a punch landing on its own head.

The defiant Doomsday shot out a beam of heat from its eyes that was enough to cover Joey's entire body.

For Joey, who was at the center of the heat gaze, the only harm he suffered was that it came too fast and was too bright.

With his current reaction speed, he didn't have time to close his eyes. His eyes stung so badly that it felt like he had been shone with a high-powered laser pointer.

Doomsday, on the other hand, suffered greatly. Its already blazing outer skin was now charred black by its own heat vision, and its entire exoskeleton armor was completely evaporated by its own heat vision.

"I can't believe my other half is like this."

In Joey's initial memories, he saw two completely different fates. In his mind, his other half should be a Kryptonian human whose mental state was somewhere between the two Karas.

Why did it turn out this way?

However, now is clearly not the time to consider that.

Joey's task is to quickly collect the remaining fragments and then put everything back in normal.

Seeing Doomsday lunge at him again, Joey instinctively raised his hand to block, easily catching the outstretched claws with his mortal body.

To be precise, it's one finger.

No matter how much the seemingly unstoppable behemoth Doomsday tried to escape from Joey's grasp, it could not budge Joey even slightly.

Joey is still the same reporter Joey, and he still doesn't have superpowers.

From beginning to end, the destruction of Joy was merely a struggle with itself.

Joey reached out and pulled Doomsday, which was struggling to break free of his grip, as if it were no more difficult than dragging a chick:

"It's time to end this farce."

He had already seen the other half of the Helm of Fate gleaming on Doomsday's chest, and now all he had to do was pull it out piece by piece.

Joey, reaching out to pull out the fragment from Doomsday's chest, noticed that Doomsday's pectoral muscles were somewhat overdeveloped.

Even with all his might, he could only slightly loosen the fragments embedded within.

Perhaps he should find an assistant:

"Diana?"

Joey turned to look at Diana, only to find her already kneeling on the ground, unresponsive to his calls.

"Diana!?"

Even without superhuman vision, Joey could tell that Diana was in very poor condition.

Even the Amazonians' self-healing abilities have limits when exposed to such deadly nuclear radiation for extended periods.

Without further ado, after his eyes caught sight of the kryptonite sword lying at his feet, Joey had no choice but to resort to a rather unseemly method:

"I'm sorry, my other self!"

With a single swing of his kryptonite sword, Doomsday, whose chest was unprotected by bone spike armor, was instantly ripped open with a massive gash.

Blood splattered.

Sprayed with a massive amount of blood, Joey found the vital spot and thrust straight in. Doomsday, who had been fighting desperately, immediately became weak and met his first death.

Climbing onto the chest of the crashing Doomsday, Joey ignored the overwhelming stench of blood and overcame his urge to vomit.

He raised his kryptonite sword and slashed down as if chopping meat.

More blood gushed out, and Joey, bathed in blood, used a butcher's-like knife technique to peel away the fragments of the Helmet of Fate from Doomsday's chest piece by piece.

With each piece of debris removed, Joey, already covered in blood, felt his burden lighten by a fraction.

It wasn't until the last fragment was removed by Joey with extremely rough handling that Joey realized the blood covering his body was gradually disappearing.

Doomsday itself also disappeared along with it.

Its body and blood began to gradually become transparent until they were completely unobservable, as if they had never existed.

The only evidence that the other party once existed is the charred and cracked earth and the radioactive dust that permeated the area.

Amidst these ruins, fragments that Joey had shed emitted a golden light and rose into the air, floating as if waiting for something.

In the next moment, a golden streak streaked across the distant horizon, as another fragment burst forth from the sky.

Dozens of fragments collided and, in a flash of light, reformed into its original form—a helmet of destiny that belonged to the universe itself.

The item brought by the raven was clearly from outside the universe, but regardless of which one it was, it could not change the fact that the helmet contained the will of the Order God-King Naboo.

This raises another concern for Joey. For Naboo, who represents order, he naturally tends to protect Earth, which possesses a spirit of existence, in order to maintain the existence of the entire universe.

But this is the logic within a normal universe; only existence can create order.

In this dark multiverse composed of dark matter, the long-term existence of the universe is accidental, and spontaneous destruction is the norm.

Does this mean that the Helmet of Fate in this universe is more inclined to bring about the destruction of this universe than its survival?

Before Joey could even process this question in his mind, the helmet's actions proved it to him.

Because the first thing the reassembled helmet did was run away.

A golden light streaked across the sky, and the Helmet of Destiny flew rapidly towards the sky and into the depths of space. In a short time, it rose above the atmosphere and crossed the lunar orbit.

boom!

Having caught up with the helmet on the dark side of the moon, Joey pressed his hands against it just as he had before when he grabbed the other Helmet of Destiny.

This time, however, he did not rashly crush it:

"Don't even think about going anywhere until everything returns to normal!"