"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.
finger.
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.
Could it be that the results I got from my own practice are not as real as your imagination?" The caster said unconvinced.
"Forget it, you are just a conceited and stubborn donkey." Harley waved her hand, "You can continue your plan to destroy the world and save the world. Our main universe will not participate anyway."
"Harley, you can't let it go like this!" Dachao was excited, "He is deceiving countless Justice Leaguers every minute, trapping and killing countless 'wild supermen', and causing Batman in every world to commit suicide due to guilt.
This kind of evil behavior that is inhumane and meaningless must stop immediately!"
Harley looked at the forger and said: "Xiao Zhou, if you continue to mess around, you might as well come to the main universe and prepare for war together with us.
You can join the Justice League, become a superhero, and truly feel the taste of 'absolute justice'.
Maybe there will be different gains.”
The Forger said solemnly: "Harley, you have seen with your own eyes that I have never deceived anyone. Every new world of justice is the Justice League's own choice.
I will not interfere with them, and you are not qualified to dictate other people's choices.
Superman did not die, he just completed his sublimation and gained a new life.
It was not me who killed Bateman. He chose to be completely freed himself.
They are very satisfied with the new world of justice now. If you deny their world, it is equivalent to trampling Bateman's sacrifice in the mud and saying with an arrogant face, 'This is for everyone's good.'"
Harley turned to the Justice League and said: "You have also seen his attitude. The protagonists in the battle between the concepts of justice and destruction are you. You tell us what to do.
Should we just give Xiao Zhou a good beating and let him know who is the real boss, or should we continue to waste our words and try to convince others with reason?"
The Forger tightened his grip on the hammer, took two steps back, and scanned Harley and the heroes with vigilant eyes.
Dachao immediately said: "Of course we must use reason to convince the Founder."
He turned to look at the caster and said in a complicated tone: "Even the caster who was criticized and denied by us has never deceived or forced others to implement his own plan. If we use force to stop him, wouldn't we be worse than him?
"
"You are inherently inferior to me. Your thoughts, courage, knowledge, and strength are all inferior to mine! The only one who can pose a threat to me is the Witch Harley!"
The caster sneered again and again and was unceremonious, and even "Harley" became "Witch Harley" again.
Dachao looked into the caster's eyes with penetrating eyes and said seriously: "I just said that you didn't intentionally deceive people, and I didn't say that you never deceived people.
In fact, you told a huge lie from the beginning - the idea of justice that 'Superman' upholds cannot defeat the path of destruction.
Yes, you have done many experiments, but that only proves that the ‘Story Superman’ you created has not found a way out yet.
As long as you give him enough time and opportunities, and as long as you break the limitations of the 'story character', he will definitely find a way to success."
“Breaking the limitations of story characters,” the caster sneered, “Do you think your ‘pure wild superman’ can find a way out?
Do you want to give it a try?
If you succeed, I will listen to you; if you fail, just get out of here and stop talking nonsense here."
"How to try? Let me enter the reincarnation world of the former tyrant Louise?" Dachao glanced at Louise hesitantly and said, "I don't want to disturb Louise on Apokolips anymore.
It's not that I don't want to bet with you.
In fact, I really want to try it myself, even without any stakes.
But I can't affect others, this is my own bet, I can't interfere with others."
"This is simple." The caster stretched out his hand and a dark dimensional gap opened out of thin air in front of him.
"Countless supermen have entered this dimensional door. Behind the door is the 'Story World Ruin Sea' that you have seen."
He looked at Dachao with sarcastic eyes, "As I said before, if Superman can break away from the gravity of the Dark Star and rush into the sun, it will be equivalent to defeating the darkness of destruction with his own way of hope.
Do you dare to give it a try?
Hehe, the Dark Star is still covered with Superman's corpses, and they are all real.
I am confident that you will become one of them. Your hope is like the illusory sun above your head, just a shadow.
If you turn your hope into real victory, you can touch the shadow sun, can you?"
"Wait!" Superman said calmly, then strode towards the crack.
"Superman, no~~" Louise hurriedly grabbed his cloak.
"Superman, don't go. The creator is playing tricks on you. The sun doesn't exist at all. No matter how you fly, you can't fly to the non-existent sun." Neptune also advised.
"We believe in you, you don't need to prove anything anymore," Bateman said.
"If you believe me, then let me go." Superman lowered his head and looked seriously at Lois, who was full of worry.
Firestorm shouted: "We believe in you, but we don't believe in the Forger!
He is a bastard and a pervert.
How can a sea of ruins composed of countless failed story worlds be equated to a battle of ideas between justice and destruction?
They are two completely different concepts!”
The Forger said angrily: "You may not agree with my views, but please do not insult my ability and character.
I never lie!
The dilemma of the Ruin Sea is equivalent to the difficulties you will encounter in the battle of ideas.
Whether it is the gravity of the dark star that pulls Superman down, or the cold void around him, the darkness that madly absorbs the heat of Superman's body, these are the materialization of concepts such as 'difficulty' and 'frustration' in the story world.
Like the idea of absolute justice, the entity of this concept is Superman.
I also understand that the essence of the war of ideas is to defeat the way of destruction with the idea of justice. I also want to take the high road and help you, the incarnations of justice, defeat the way of destruction on the debate stage of the beliefs of all living beings.
But you don’t have this ability!
You keep failing, and I am desperate. I can only find another way. Why do you still blame me? Do you still suspect that I have set a trap to harm you? "
He probably really felt aggrieved, and his voice became louder and louder as he spoke, and there was some sadness and anger in his final roar.
But even though he behaves like a loyal person who has been wronged and humiliated, the heroes still refuse to completely believe him.
They turned their questioning eyes to Harley.
Harley pondered: "The Ruin Sea is the remnant of the failed story world. Everything that once hindered the success of the story Superman will prevent Superman from rushing towards the shadow of the sun.
But I don’t know if we can draw an equivalence between ‘Superman wins the battle of ideas’ and ‘Superman rushes into the sun’.
After all, Xiao Zhou's abilities are limited, and there is certainly no way to 100% simulate the Legion of Destruction influenced by Papetua.
Maybe he thought Papetua was too scary and made it more difficult.
Or maybe he underestimated the Legion of Destruction. The real battle of ideas is countless times scarier than any story he simulated."
"Even if there is an error, it won't be an infinite number of times different, right?" the caster said dissatisfied.
Harry glanced at him and said calmly: "A slight difference can make a thousand miles, you don't understand such a simple truth?"
Dachao said firmly: "I am willing to give it a try. I want to know what the Superman in the story has experienced, and I believe I will succeed.
If I don’t experience it myself, I will always have regrets in my heart.”
Louise held the hand of the cloak and slowly let go.
She still had worry on her face, but she just kept her worries silently in her heart and stopped trying to dissuade Superman.
When Superman entered the "Gate to the Ruin Sea", Bateman said: "Harley, you will definitely be able to save Superman at the last moment, right?"
"I can, but who can say for sure what the 'last moment' is?
Often the more ‘last moment’ it is, the more critical it is.
If Da Chao is interrupted at a critical moment when his spirit and belief are sublimating, it will not only deprive him of the opportunity to succeed and make his previous efforts go to waste, but also severely damage his belief." Harley sighed.
"If it's so dangerous, why don't you stop him?" Diana asked.
"You didn't say anything just now," Harley said.
"I know I can't persuade him, but you are different. He will definitely listen to what you say." Diana said.
"But I can't lie to him! As long as he is sure that the dilemma in Xuhai is the physical manifestation of the difficulty of the battle of ideas, he will not give up on this trip." Harley looked into her eyes, "If Dachao hadn't
Go in, you want to give it a try, right?"
Diana said: "I believe I can. Forget it, let's pray for Dachao."
She has enough confidence, but she should also believe in Superman.
"Do you want to see Superman's situation at this time?" the Forger asked.
All the heroes hesitated.
They care about Superman very much and want to see how he flies out of the Dark Star.
But they had seen how other supermen were exhausted and withered before.
Coupled with what Harley just said: What they consider to be the last rescue moment may be a critical moment of spiritual sublimation for Superman. If they interrupt it rashly, Superman will miss the opportunity, collapse his faith and will, and fall into eternal despair.
The abyss of self-doubt.
To watch or not to watch?
"Open your vision of the Ruin Sea!" Bateman said.
"Are you sure?" the caster asked expressionlessly.
All the heroes also looked at him.
Bateman glanced at Harley, "The only one who can rescue Superman is Harley. Even if we want to help Superman, we can't enter the Ruin Sea.
We believe in Superman’s message of hope and justice, and we also believe in Harley’s judgment.”
"Then take your time and watch, I'm going to work."
The caster waved his hand to reveal an IMAX screen in mid-air, then turned back to the anvil with a big hammer in hand, and continued to hammer the tenth metal, which was like a ball of colorful light.
It's not much different from the Superman who fell into the Ruin Sea before.
At most, the expression on Da Chao's face was more determined, without any trace of confusion or doubt.
After being pulled to the ground by the huge gravity of the dark planet, he took a deep breath, stared at the illusory sun in the distance, raised the muscles in his legs, and kicked hard.
"BOOOM!"
He turned into a beam of red light, surpassed the speed of light, and quickly approached the illusory sun in the classic Superman flying posture with fists raised above his head.
He's really, really fast.
He persisted for a very long time.
But the illusory sun will not provide him with any light or heat. The surrounding darkness is like a sticky tongue, wrapping around every part of his body, greedily sucking his body temperature.
I don’t know how long it has been, but it feels like a long, long time has passed. A few years, a dozen years, maybe decades?
Fatigue is like the satisfaction and joy you feel when you carry your beloved wife into the bedroom after get off work, gradually infiltrating every cell in your body.
Dachao's thinking became a little blurry, and his speed slowed down, getting slower and slower, but the gravity of the dark star behind him was always so strong, as if he had not left it at all.
Dachao slowed down to a stop, then fell in the opposite direction, faster and faster.
"BOOOOOOM!" He fell on the ground of the Dark Star, creating a huge crater dozens of kilometers deep and affecting more than a thousand miles.
Louise from the sixth dimension exclaimed. In fact, she had already exclaimed countless times.
She exclaimed when Da Chao took off before, with anticipation and worry; Da Chao began to slow down, and she exclaimed again, only with deep worry; Da Chao decelerated to a stop, and she exclaimed again; Da Chao began to fall, and she still wanted to
exclaim; super
"Ah, Superman climbed out of the pit, and he's about to jump again!" Louise exclaimed as expected.
Louise's exclamation lasted for a long time, and then fell silent for a long time. The same scene happened so many times that even she was desensitized.
But this does not mean that "Louise Screams" has completely stopped.
When the muscles on Superman's hard-faced face sunk inward, she exclaimed again, "The solar energy in Superman's body has been exhausted, and he has begun to extract the life force from his cells."
"Ah, Harley, look, Superman has become skin and bones. He is about to lose consciousness."
Louise's exclamations continued and never stopped after that, because it was visible to the naked eye that Dachao's situation was getting worse and worse.
It's almost a replica of the previous Superman from another world.
"Hallie~~" Louise not only continued to exclaim to herself from time to time, but also began to exclaim to Harley.
"Don't worry, Da Chao is in good condition." After Harley repeated this sentence seven or eight times, he didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore.
When Super Chao had completely withered into a skeleton, floating in the dark void like a corpse, without making any movement for a long time, the heroes on the side also began to exclaim to Harley.
"Harley, is Superman dying?"
They asked cautiously and hesitantly, not only worried about Dachao's condition, but also worried about disturbing his "last moment" spiritual sublimation.
"Superman is indeed not very good. His body is on the verge of death and all his cell energy has been used up. But he still has mental strength. The official plot will follow."
Harley said this, but her heart was still sweating for Da Chao.
She could sense Da Chao's physical condition. It was true that his energy was exhausted and his body was almost completely dead.
Being exhausted to death is not an ordinary death from exhaustion.
Ordinary people can still cut flesh from their bodies even if they are exhausted.
There was not a single piece of meat on Dachao's body. Even if he scraped it against the bones with a knife, the scraped material would not have any nutrition at all. It was no different from mud and had no organic matter for digestion.
He floats like a corpse in the sea of ruins. In fact, he is still affected by gravity and is falling to the ground, but there is no reference object and no air around him. He looks like he is still and suspended in the void.
But Dachao is not dead. His body is almost dead, but his thoughts are still active.
It's just that the dead also have thinking activities, because after the person dies, the ghost can continue thinking activities.
If he were an ordinary person, Harley would think that he was completely dead.
She believed that Superman would not die so easily, and that the possibility of a "ghost Superman" thinking was extremely low.
"boom!"
Dachao's "corpse" fell to the ground again, making a small crater because he had lost more than 90% of his weight.
It's really not an exaggeration.
In a normal state, Dachao's forearm alone is thicker than the mouth of the sea bowl that Harry uses to eat wontons.
Now he was so thin that even his waist could be held by Harry's two hands, turning it into a slender hemp pole.
Really thin and out of shape, severely deformed.
"Ah, Superman is not dead after all." Lois began to exclaim again.
After waiting for a long time and everyone began to despair, the Mummy Superman moved again. He climbed up hard and slowly, squatted down again, and took off.
"Plop!" He only jumped seven or eight meters high before falling again.
"Plop, plop, plop"
Time and time again, each time she became shorter and shorter, and in the end she could only look like an ordinary old lady, falling to the ground as soon as her feet were separated from her body.
"Why are you still flying, Superman, please stop and rest." Louise burst into tears.
"There is no way to rest. There is no sunlight or food in Xuhai to allow him to recover. Once he loses his fighting spirit and stops, he will never be able to move again.
Just like on the battlefield of a battle of ideas, you don't just have to call timeout when you are tired.
The more tired and weak you are, the more fierce the enemy's attack will be." Harley sighed.
"What kind of war of ideas is this? Superman is just jumping and flying in vain. There are no enemies, no specific difficulties, only the illusory sun as his target.
This kind of assessment is completely meaningless and cannot be equated to a battle of ideas." Louise said excitedly.
Harley glanced at her and said, "It's not the first time you've seen Xuhai. Why didn't you persuade Superman like this before?"
Louise fell silent.
She actually knows the answer herself: the key to the battle of ideas is faith, and the key to breaking through the predicament of the Ruinhai is also faith. As long as faith is enough to overcome the gravity that pulls her forward, and absorb the darkness of her own body temperature, she can move forward unswervingly; as long as faith
Powerful enough, the illusory sun can also become real.
"Ah, Superman takes off again!" This time not only Lois was exclaiming, but all the heroes were exclaiming.
Even the caster stopped his movements and stopped to watch with the hammer in hand, the expression on his face was very complicated.
Superman, who was so thin that he couldn't even jump, broke away from the Dark Star again and rushed towards the sun at a speed exceeding the speed of light.
"From now on, the story officially begins."
The forger murmured the same words as Harry, then turned back and continued to forge.
To the outside audience, Superman's ability to take off again was a miracle. However, other than discussing why he was able to take off again, they did not notice any changes in the Ruins at this time.
For Superman, when he exhausted his physical energy and began to burn the power of his spirit and belief, the landscape before his eyes changed dramatically.
From what he could see with the naked eye, he was still surrounded by a dark and cold void, but from the perspective of his mind, he seemed to see countless pictures and hear countless sounds.
He finally saw the caster's scrapped manuscript, and the story of the tyrant Louise unfolded before his eyes.
The difficulties and setbacks in faith experienced by Superman in the story were all clearly felt by him.
At this time, the cold darkness seen by the naked eye is no longer nothingness, but their true colors - enemies in the battle between beliefs and ideals.
A pure concept that is difficult to describe in images and words.
Assume that in the story world, event A brings type A physical trauma and type A setbacks to the story's superhuman soul and belief.
At this time, Superman does not need to understand the entire process of Incident A in order to empathize with Superman's experience.
Rather, the impact of Type A physical trauma and Type A setbacks on the soul and belief on the path of hope and pure justice directly affects Dachao’s path of hope and pure justice.
Just like in the story Zhang Wuji was hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm, the other Zhang Wuji didn’t need to know what the Xuanming Divine Palm was, nor did he need to know how Zhang Wuji was hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm in the story. The damage effect of the Xuanming Divine Palm appeared directly on his body.
.
The other Zhang Wuji can only rely on his own faith to overcome the damage effect.
Of course, if it were a blow like the "Xuanming Divine Palm", Da Chao would not be afraid. The "Xuanming Divine Palm" could only harm the physical body, and the only thing that could have negative effects on him would be bruises on his mind and ideas.
"BOOOOM!"
Dachao fell again and hit the ground hard, making a big crater.
His body couldn't get any thinner than before, and the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.
"He's dead." The forger didn't look back or stop forging, but said loudly, "Harley Quinn, bring him back. He lost."
"Da Chao will not lose." Harley said solemnly.
Sure enough, Dachao got up again, continued to take off, and continued flying towards the illusory sun.
"You have great confidence in him, but what's the point of this struggle? Can it change the result?" The caster disagreed very much.
——Not only do I have confidence in him, I can also cheat!
Harley thought.
Then she activated the eighth-level Wind of Nothingness defense feat.
When Ragnarok broke out in the Asgard pantheon, she absorbed the Wind of Nothingness for the first time and raised her expertise to level 7.
This time when the Legion of Destruction unsealed the Wind of Nothingness, she took the opportunity to make a fortune and raised her expertise to level eight.
The wind of nothingness will erase all traces of existence such as divine power, beliefs, stories, etc.
What kind of power is absorbed will produce what kind of defensive effect.
In addition to making her immune to the direct damage of the Wind of Nothingness, the Wind of Nothingness Defense Specialty also adds a story-telling talent: a world without Harley's story would make her feel the "cold loneliness and emptiness" of the existence of nothingness, and she would like to express herself to that world.
Pass on your own stories to fill the "void".
There is no trace of Harley's existence in the multiverse next door, and naturally there is no story about her.
She looked for the direction where the feeling of "loneliness, emptiness and coldness" came from, found the universe next door, used Hades's thinking consciousness to write a story, and passed the story to the past.
It's a coincidence that when writing the story world, the creator didn't dare to write Harley into the story at all. He was worried about backlash, because Harley has a glorious record of beating up the story author as a story character.
Although the manuscript has been scrapped, Harley does not exist in the "Garbage Heap Story" in the sea of ruins.
At level 7 of the feat, Harley can already project her own story into the multiverse next door.
Now that her expertise is at level eight, the Ruins Sea is "next to" her and within her field of vision, so it shouldn't be too easy to deliver it.
"Harley?"
Dachao, who was almost numb in pain due to the frustration of his beliefs and ideas, suddenly saw Harley.
He has seen countless characters and scenes, all of which are stories of the repeated experiences of the tyrant Lois and her Superman.
He saw his son Xiao Qiao die tragically countless times, and saw Louise break down and cry before she became the tyrant of Apokolips, but he never saw Harley.
There isn't even a peer for Harley.
Now I see the real Harley.
"I come from the main universe, the real universe. You can't do this now. Even in the story world, death is real."
Harley said such words with a serious face. If it’s not the real Harley, how can it be fake?
Well, in the scrap clip that Dachao saw, Harley was standing alone in an open area talking to herself, as if she was talking to someone, but there was no one around.
But Dachao is very sure that Harley is not a phantom, she is really in the scrapped story.
Although he didn't know why, it didn't stop him from listening carefully to her every word.
"Do you believe in hope?"
"If you think that 'hope' is as real as the sun standing on the earth and looking up, why are two equally real things, you can hide hope in your heart, but you can't hide the sun in your heart?"
"You are often said to be the embodiment of hope, and you firmly embrace hope and spread the light of hope to everyone when others need it.
Then why can’t you hold the same real sun in your arms and draw endless solar energy from it when you need it?”
"What exactly is the sun to you? Is it just a source of energy? Or is it actually your hope?"
"If you stay in the sun for ten minutes, you can push the earth to fly at the speed of light for dozens of light years. But the total energy emitted by the sun towards the earth in ten minutes is not enough to move the earth, let alone accelerate the earth to the speed of light and still fly.
Dozens of light years.
Is the light that gives you endless physical energy the sun's light, or some other light?"
After that, Harley's image kept looming, and her voice came and went, as if chanting a sutra, repeating without emotion: "The radiance of hope, the radiance of the sun, the light of faith, the radiance of hope, the radiance of the sun."
"The light of hope, the light of the sun" Dachao was confused when he heard it.
It was as if Sun Wukong was caught by Tang Monk reciting a tightening curse. For a while, his head was about to explode.
"BOOOOM!" He held his head and fell heavily to the ground, and Harley's chanting sound completely disappeared.
He lay at the bottom of the pit, staring at the looming illusory sun above his head, and subconsciously chanted: "Sun, faith, hope, my sun, my light of hope."
He mustered up the strength and took off again. He wanted to look for traces of Harley again, but he never found them again.
But for some unknown reason, when he was once again frustrated by Story Superman's faith, he felt a little lighter.
"Although I don't quite understand what Hallie is talking about, I know she wants to help me. She has always been by my side, as have Bateman, Diana, and Louise.
I was wrong before, I was wrong in the story, or the Caster's story was wrong.
I am not the protagonist who leads all sentient beings, I have friends and teammates.
My friends are also the embodiment of hope, they can bring me hope.
Their hope is more powerful than sunlight.
In this case, why can’t I, who is blessed by their light of hope, be faster and stronger than me who is bathed in the sun?”
"Ah, Superman is accelerating!" Lois shouted again.
Harry's heart moved and he said: "Xiao Zhou, come over and sort out the garbage pile."
The caster was puzzled: "What do you want me to sort out? Do you want to admit defeat for Superman? He seems to be exerting his strength now. Is this a last-ditch effort to return to his glory?"
"You lazy idiot, you can't throw away even trash!" Harley shouted: "The scrapped manuscripts must be stacked in order, with the first experimental story on the first page, and those with the first experience and lessons.
The second story is placed on the second page and so on. Superman in the story gradually grows up, and at this time, Superboy also has more direction."
The caster said: "He can see every page of manuscript and every story at the same time without sorting. If you want to mess with it, do it yourself. I don't want to do useless work."
Harley glanced at him, took a portion of the power of the sixth dimension from his hand, and quickly arranged the manuscript papers in order.
"Hey, there are countless more suns in the sky. Is it an illusion?"
Louise rubbed her eyes and looked at the Xuhai Vision screen carefully. The sun was still as illusory as before, just a weak spot.
But if you look closely at the spots, you can see that there are layers of spots behind them.
Suddenly, the spot in front of Louise suddenly became countless times brighter, as if it had become a real sun right in front of her eyes.
"Ah!" Her eyes hurt and she screamed.
"Ah, Superman is approaching the sun, Superman has rushed into the sun!" On the other side, Diana cheered excitedly.
The sun became bigger and brighter, from Superman's perspective, as he rushed into the sun.
Like a bullet piercing a watermelon, he did not stop after passing through one sun. He pulled out a line of light in the void, came to another sun again, and plunged in. After penetrating the second sun, his speed became even faster.
Soon, and then the third one. There are as many suns as there are story worlds.
They have lost count of how many suns Superman has penetrated, because Superman's speed is too fast, they can't catch his traces, they can only see a brilliant light.
At the end, a huge sun appeared above their heads.
A black spot appeared in the center of the sun. The black spot gradually approached them and gradually enlarged.
"Superman? This is impossible!" the caster exclaimed, "He not only found the hope of success for every failed story, but even brought the hope to the sixth dimension, which is brighter than the sun.
This is completely unscientific and illogical. Someone is cheating, and I want to report it!"