msmithbooks Chapter 39 God is Dead
Chapter 39 God is Dead
main universe.
Batman returned to Wayne Manor in a hurry, and heard that Batwoman had just taken Richard out for a tour, and came back early because "the atmosphere was really embarrassing".Alfred told him they were sitting in the family library chatting, which gave Bruce time to recuperate - he walked over to the cupboard where the family photo was placed and stood there quietly for a moment, before taking the picture out of his belt. Take out an old photo cut from a newspaper, flatten it with your fingers and stuff it into the interlayer of the glass photo frame prepared in advance.
The photos are stitched together. On the left side, the night owl wearing an owl mask and on the right side, Thomas Wayne in a suit and leather shoes are staring at the camera from the same angle. There is no smile on their faces, and they are stiffly separated from the crowd, like hanging on the treetops at night The bird on the ground looks withdrawn and a little weird.
Alfred exhaled more heavily than usual behind him.Bruce noticed his sigh, though he tried to hold back, and then he heard the steward say, "I was negligent, sir. I should have asked him for one."
Batman shook his head: "We can't think of it, the most important thing is that he probably doesn't want to."
After all, although most of his and Thomas' impressions of brothers came from each other, and they did get along very friendly for a while, they came from two different worlds and families after all.Thomas Wayne knocked on the door of the main universe, and they seemed to be walking side by side in each other's dreams. When Thomas made up his mind to cut the thread, the dream should wake up.
Before the quantum bomb exploded, Ye Xiao had tried to convince him: "We have a second option, you don't have to take a risk with a normal universe."
us.you.
Thomas Jr. has received a good education, and he has always used personal pronouns very carefully. Only at this time, he would use the word "we" in an attempt to get closer.
But what defines "normal"?In that upside-down chaotic universe, who could count as a villain?
Bruce thought about this.
His memory floated again, from the cliffs of the Three Crimson Cape on Earth, to the rainy afternoon at Wayne's villa slowly along the sea road.The sky, the ground, and the sea were all connected into one piece of gray, and the waves roared at them like beasts, venting their anger for those who had reached a dead end.
As a result, the person who should have questioned was silent instead, and staggered forward amidst the noise of the water, wrapping his robe tightly, like two burnt volcanoes that were extinguished by the heavy rain.
Walking on the same road at that time, Bruce had the realization that they would part ways sooner or later.
Another tacit understanding is that they do regard each other as brothers, but it is impossible and impossible to talk about this relationship on the surface.
So such an old photo cut out from a newspaper is the limit.
Bruce looks away from the cabinet and decides to go to the second thing that must be done, must be done by him, and is extremely unpleasant.
He had to inform 'Claw' Richard Grayson of the night owl's death.
Richard is resting on the second floor.
When Nightwing and the others went to the Earth-3 battlefield, the girls, Duke, and the dog who stayed at home tried their best to keep him from worrying and thinking. There have been many previous examples that teenagers at this age are the most prone to corners.But after Batman came back, he heard that Richard took good care of himself, at least much better than Bruce, who had just faced the death of his parents.
Since Batwoman talked with him, Richard has been eating and sleeping on time, adapting to the environment more positively than before, and never mentioning going back. Because of his good performance, he also got the opportunity to go out for a while.
On Earth-3, Bruce first sent Alfred and others back to the main universe, and then tried to make a last-ditch effort to stop Night Owl.As a result, I came back and saw that after getting the news, the boss who should have been waiting at home for a summary report ran away to the third child, and no one wanted to send a notice to the family of the deceased.
Bruce was willing to take the familiar job.He stood in the shadows outside the library door for a moment, watching Richard stare down at the paper book in his hand, without turning a page for a few minutes, and from time to time vigilantly climbed up and down the room to find information. Anna took a look.
Bruce watched them, silently thinking of Tagore's words: the arrival of every child means that God has not completely lost faith in mankind.
This sentence is inverting the universe-in Thomas' mind, there must be a moment when it is applicable.Otherwise he wouldn't have adopted the young Richard and finally entrusted him to the Justice League.
Unfortunately, when the flood happened, God was dead.
Bruce raised his hand to knock on the door, and when his knuckles didn't touch the door, Richard raised his head as if aware of it.The dark-haired young man looked at him, and there seemed to be a little confusion in his blue eyes, but after noticing that there was no one behind Batman, this confusion sank with little hope left.
People on Earth-3 may also be better at understanding and accepting such bad news.Bruce saw Richard close the book and stand up, avoid Damian and come to the corridor, close the door and stand straight in front of him, and tried to force a smile as usual, so that his expression looked distorted:
"Has Thomas succeeded?"
Sounds like a good thing.
Bruce followed him: "He made it. Sorry."
Pause briefly to give reaction time.
"I'll deal with the file between you and Mr. Pennyworth, if you'd like..." Thinking of the relationship between Richard and Ye Xiao, he hesitated for a moment, instead of following the original statement, he changed his words temporarily, " I will choose my father as your adopter, and me as your guardian until you come of age. You can also choose other ways of life, no matter what, the door of Wayne Manor will always be open to you."
"..."
A mixture of pain and hatred inevitably appeared on the young man's face, and it could be seen that he didn't want others, especially those outside the inverted universe, to notice this.Bruce looks away, pretending not to see the fury that leaks from every twitching facial muscle as Talon clenches his teeth together.
After a while, Richard avoided talking about his question, and asked bluntly and without politeness: "Is the anti-monitor dead?"
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Is the Anti-Monitor dead?
I've been thinking about this because there's really nothing else to do.To illustrate the current situation - I press the button and the quantum bomb actually explodes.
People should have a premonition of destruction and death, just as I can be sure that what happened before is not my illusion, although I can't tell why I am still alive.
At the moment of the explosion, a special force of unknown origin made time stagnate and everything around me stood still. I was the only one standing in the frozen space-time, like the famous cat in the theory of quantum mechanics, in a state of being both dead and alive. superposition state.
In view of the limited human research on quantum mechanics, most of the theories in this field are in the category of metaphysics. It is the first time in my two lives that I destroyed the world. I am not sure whether it is an explosion or an external force that caused the change.
But at this point, the creatures in the entire universe and even the Syndicate have gone to another dimension. I don’t think it will be a while, so I just stood there and waited patiently for anyone to come and lift the lid of the container containing the cat. Whatever it intends to observe, at least my ending is written.
I ended up waiting for a chair first.
The man who came to inform us of the Anti-Monitor's coming, calling himself Metron, had been sitting in a high-backed chair that could fly and glow.Later, Chaoba went to the universe to collect information about anti-monitors, and by the way, he also learned about Metron. The chair he was sitting on had a scientific name called Mobius Chair, which was said to be able to answer all questions of its owner.
In other words, whoever sits on it will become a nearly omniscient god.
I spent a long time staring at the empty Möbius chair floating in front of me.
If death is a process, I admit that it is possible, but this process is too long.And what questions do I have to ask this chair to answer me?
Before and after my life, there is an end, and all the problems that can or cannot be reached by human beings have either been solved by me, or have become dust in the multiverse with this explosion.At the end of the day, there are only some grand propositions of metaphysics that are worth studying, such as the nature of the world and why I exist.Is it necessary to sit on it and listen to the sinner tell the void the blood debt behind him, so that the road of repentance can lead to the resting place?
It's so vicious that it's scary to think about it, so I didn't move.
The chair doesn't move.
Time loses its measure. I don't know how long I waited on the edge of life and death. I waited until my patience ran out, and I gradually developed an uncontrollable anger from avoiding the Mobius chair.This mood is different from when I made up my mind to press the explosion button, but they both repeatedly emphasized to me that whether you want to or not, there is only one way to go.
So when I finally decided to walk up the steps and turn around and sit down, I had nothing but rage-fueled vengeance on my mind.I could ask it with malicious intent: "Our world is essentially a comic book story, isn't it?"
No matter why this chair came, no matter who led it all, I want to tell it that the cat in the box is not so ignorant, and has never regretted the choices I made-I am guilty, let me go down The compatriots who have gone to hell stand in front of me and list them one by one.
The Möbius chair didn't give me an immediate answer.
Its pitch-black surface is engraved with silver-white lines, continuously emitting soft and steady light.I guess that the previous owner of the Möbius chair, Metron, may have died, or he may have been dragged from the chair.After a few seconds of stalemate, the answer of the Mobius chair appeared in my mind:
"wrong."
The next moment, I found myself back in Gotham.
The frozen everything began to flow again, but the explosion disappeared, and time changed from rising sun to dark night.I am half kneeling on the spire of an ordinary residential building in Gotham, wearing a uniform, and at my feet are six green gift boxes tied with delicate pink bows.
Alfred's voice rang in my ears, speaking to me, or to Thomas Wayne Jr. at this time and this place:
"Where were you when Master Richard died?"
My body is still in the starting position of sprinting forward, my mind is blank, and I haven't been able to understand what Alfred's words mean for a while.Immediately afterwards, another strange male voice sounded behind me:
"Hello."
I suddenly turned around, the weapon in my hand that never left my body was ready to go, but when I saw what it was that greeted me, I couldn't help but put my arm down again.
I'll try to describe this scene as objectively as possible: a blue naked|man is floating above Gotham City.
It's weird, it's weird anyway, but it can't be my hallucination, why should I hallucinate something like this?I looked at him full of confusion, so the naked | man said again: "You can call me Dr. Manhattan." Looking at the gift boxes under my feet, "Aren't you going to open them?"
The author has something to say:
Why is the update so slow, besides being busy with various chores during the Chinese New Year, it is because it is difficult to write... It is really difficult to write, woo woo.But it's almost over, there are still one or two chapters left in the main storyline.
感谢在2022-01-2021:24:29~2022-01-2601:16:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: a crescent-colored bamboo leaf and a sparrow;
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 22438337, Xiaofeng Weiyu, Mr. Mo who did not want to be named, Tiarucl, Su Weizhi, Guishu Lanran, so I said one;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：吉他酱50瓶；白衣苍狗20瓶；有猫饼16瓶；猫爪15瓶；松花蛋江、秃头预备役、君君君君君、Tiarucl、aya、用爱发电厂10瓶；逆、尴尬的名字5瓶；勿忘我4瓶；路人甲7号、凤凰丑永远滴神3瓶；09919824、无色2瓶；妮妮的迷妹、22438337、击败我方大魔王、罗宾觉得不行、球球1瓶；
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!