"Why do you say they are just a group of pretty vases? They are still the Justice League, and they have a history of completely defeating super villains and the Legion of Doom.

Even if history only exists in the story line, it does not make any difference to people in the material universe, and their experience and experience will not be reduced at all." The caster said with an angry face.

"The author of a story is only great for the characters he creates. In the real world outside the story, the author who creates the story world at will and changes the fate of the story characters is just an ordinary person.

They are no different from most other people in society.

The author's knowledge and ability determine the upper limit of the work. The characteristics of the characters in the story cannot be too over the top.

At most one in ten thousand times of shit luck, the author burst out with inspiration and created one or two story characters that far exceeded his own knowledge.

But people can't be lucky all the time, and authors can't be inspired all the time.

Even if inspiration breaks out, the characters created by an elementary school student are limited by his insight and knowledge and cannot be stronger than a college student from a prestigious school."

Harley pointed at the forger and said: "In front of ordinary people in the material universe, you can show off and shock everyone with your power of creation.

But at a higher level of 'society', you may not be a primary school student, but you are definitely not as good as a top student from a prestigious school.

At most, you are a blue-collar technical worker who graduated from a professional school.

If the story characters you create enter reality, they will not surpass you and naturally cannot become a top figure in 'society'.

But the crisis we face next is the ‘social elite level’.

It is very likely that we will have to fight with a group of social elites."

The forger tightened his grip on his big hammer and said angrily: "I am the Creator, not a blue-collar skilled worker!"

Harley and a group of heroes from the main alliance, together with the "Dragon of Barbatos" Sage Ochi, set their sights on the big hammer he held tightly in his hand.

The caster looked down following their strange gazes, and the big hammer in his hand seemed to turn into a hot potato in an instant.

He almost threw it away immediately and threw it far away, but as soon as he had this idea, his body instinctively held the hammer handle tighter - the forging hammer was his lifeblood!

"Even if I hold a big hammer and my daily job is to pound the anvil, what I am forging is also the egg of the universe!

Where are the blue-collar workers who forged the Cosmic Egg?

If I am a blue-collar worker, who are you people who were born in the universe I forged?"

His shouts were still full of unwillingness and anger.

Harley sighed, "Xiao Zhou, thanks to you having received nine years of socialist education, why are your ideas so rotten?

Are blue-collar technical workers supposed to be inferior to others, and to be invisible to others, with even the workers themselves denying their identity?

Build hoes and sickles in the factory and be a skilled worker.

I am still a skilled worker in the production of the ‘Galaxy Magic Machine’ in my Tiantianshan mobile phone factory.

Is the status of an alien master from a high civilization noble enough?

The spaceships that can forge the brilliant wisdom of civilization are also blue-collar technical workers.

Look at you, you don’t have the means of production, right?

Your creative power is given to you by 'the higher ones'.

Your job is repetitive work, very hard and tiring. Although it is very technical, the technology to create the cosmic egg was not developed and invented by you.

You just learn to use the technology.

If you're not a blue-collar mechanic, what are you?

The company owner? The R&D personnel? Or the marketing department that makes awesome PPTs?”

The caster wanted to say in his heart: I have never received a complete nine-year compulsory education. My parents took me to the United States a long time ago. Do you still remember, "I am James Zhou!"

However, the part of his character that belongs to the Creator surpassed the Chinese-American James Zhou after all, and he did not speak out what was in his heart.

"Even though my status is very low compared to the Creation clan, I am just a blue-collar technical worker, but you all come from the world I forged, and the Justice League of the New World of Justice is no different from you," he said.

"You are the Forger, and you are only responsible for creating the Cosmic Egg. Even the story in the Cosmic Egg is not up to you, otherwise you wouldn't have to ask Bateman to rewrite the story.

From beginning to end, you are only responsible for building the universe, the ‘cradle of life’.

You are responsible for opening up a piece of wasteland, and then you have nothing to do.

What you plant in the ground and the subsequent growth of the crops have nothing to do with you or anyone else.

The developed wasteland has endless potential and can grow any species.

There is no limit to the potential of the species. It can express its own characteristics to its fullest and unlimitedly sublimate its own characteristics.

Because of this, this wasteland will not be worth harvesting by ‘senior leaders’ until tens of billions of years later.”

Harley stared at the caster and said calmly and coldly: "I know you will definitely not be able to accept this conclusion, but this is the fact - for the Creation family, ten thousand of you are not as good as one of the original Superman.

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Superman is a peerless wonder that grew out of a wasteland, and you are just an ordinary factory guy in a society with a demographic dividend.

The Chuangshi family can say to you indifferently - you don't want to do it, but there are people who can do it, and there are many people who are willing to join our factory.

Superman is the limited edition Rolls-Royce of the Omniverse, or the ultimate BMW.

It may also be of higher value and have more original benefits for the Creation family, but the essence is the same. They are all rare property, not 'people' with equal status."

The forger tightened the hammer and said angrily, "I really want to smash your head with a hammer."

Harley said calmly: "I don't mind, you can try it."

Superman touched his nose and said with an awkward expression: "Harley's metaphor does not make me feel honored. I am not a Rolls-Royce or a BMW in the stable!

If someone treats me as a valuable asset, I will resist."

Martian Manhunter pondered: "Although Harley's words are direct and sharp, the truth is very clear.

Your Majesty the Forger has forged countless parallel universes, but the parallel universes are just barren fields cleared of weeds.

The wasteland is full of vitality and everything is blooming. After experiencing the baptism of natural disasters, the toughness and quality of the crops are definitely better than those of vegetables in greenhouses."

He then added: "I'm not looking down on the Justice League of the New World of Justice. If the reboot ends and they are allowed to develop naturally for decades, they will be no different from us."

"They have no chance to develop naturally. The villains are all imprisoned in the Apokolips database. Not even a robber can be found on the street. The world is completely peaceful.

The heroes are almost in a state of retirement, and the Zhenglian Hall has become a 'veteran club.'" Sea King sighed.

Hal was half complaining, half self-deprecating, and said: "The situation is really bad. It even has no chance of being put in a wild lake and converted into a bathing fish."

The Forger pointed at the heads of the heroes one by one and sneered at Harley: "Do you really expect this group of Justice League to fight against the Mother of Creation and the Creation Family?

Maybe you are right. The Justice League supported by the story world lags behind the "Wild Justice League" of the main universe in terms of combat effectiveness, willpower, and concepts of justice.

But how much does the Justice League account for in the overall picture?

They can't even beat a technical blue-collar guy like me.

Any creator can wipe out the entire multiverse.

Their weight on the battlefield of the Transcendents is less than one ten thousandth.

If the combat effectiveness of the Zhenglian in the New World of Justice is reduced by 30%, the side effects on the entire occupation will be only 30% of one ten thousandth.

But the New World of Justice has a 100% positive effect on the Year of the Villain and the battle for the faith of all sentient beings.

After comprehensive consideration and weighing the pros and cons, the New World of Justice is more advantageous."

"Can't a Rolls-Royce hit someone? Can't a bloody BMW trample someone? Just look at it, whether it's a battle of ideas or a bloody battlefield, the heroes of Zhenglian must be more dominant than you three brothers.

However, I’m not surprised at all that you have such thoughts.”

Harley sighed and said: "If you regard the heroes of the Zhenglian Alliance as living individuals who can talk to you as equals and fight side by side, you will not come up with bad ideas for a new world of justice."

"Why didn't I talk to them as equals? I personally convinced every Bateman that the New World of Justice is fighting alongside me!" the Forger shouted.

Harry said calmly: "Whether it is an equal dialogue does not depend on who you convince, but on how you treat those who cannot be persuaded.

The Superman of the parallel universe didn't even say a word, and didn't even have a chance to face you. He was sent directly to the garbage dump of stories, and you didn't even look at him.

Later, you didn't even want to talk to Superman from the main universe.

Superman was halfway through his words when you interrupted him impatiently, as if you really understood the core of his thoughts.

You actually don’t understand him, nor do you understand Superman’s hope and justice.

If you really understood, you wouldn't be so indifferent.

Just like if you understand the value of a certain ancient painting, you won't just throw it into the trash."

"Harley" Dachao's eyes were filled with excitement and emotion.

"I don't understand Superman's hope and justice. Do you, 'Witch Harley,' understand?" The caster only looked at him with disapproval.

Harley nodded calmly, "At least I know a lot more than you do, and I also know one thing better than you - let experts solve professional problems, don't let laymen give random instructions and pretend to understand.

The battle of ideas can only be won with ideas, and the opposite of destruction is absolute justice.

You don't understand absolute justice, and you're not willing to accept expert guidance. You just mess around with your own ideas.

Your plan to destroy the world and save the world is a ghost only if it succeeds!"

"You are the one who doesn't understand. I have asked Superman to experiment countless times in the story world, and he has not succeeded even once.
To be continued...