novelonline Chapter 3995 MU Superbody Major Event (75)
Chapter 3995 MU Superbody Major Event (75)
Chapter 3995 MU: The Superbody Incident (Seventy-Five)
“I was so stupid, really,” Lucifer said, slumping in his chair. “Why did I boast to Schiller that we could handle whatever they planned to do? Could we really handle Apokolips?!”
Bruce was fanning him with his wings. Lucifer, seeing this, was filled with rage and roared, "I haven't slept for almost two weeks, and you've been just playing around, not doing anything productive! Now I know why Pride can't stand you!"
“Didn’t I tell you? Even if you called me back, I wouldn’t be of any help.” Bruce looked innocent. “You guys don’t really think I’m an angel just because I have wings, do you? My brain doesn’t even understand the structure of the universe. To me, you’re just gesturing at thin air. I’m already doing you a favor by being here to offer you emotional support!”
"Your way of providing emotional value is to fish in Lake Eden and throw them into my office, causing me to get slapped by one?!" Lucifer slapped him with his wing, sending him tumbling, and said, "Get out of here, don't get in my way!"
Bruce staggered a few steps, shrugged, and walked out. He went to the communications room, looked at the rows and rows of numbers hanging on the wall, and finally found Constantine in the blacklisted section. The numbers below showed that the number of deceived angels had increased again. He found Constantine's number from his universe in Constantine's section.
"Hey?" Bruce said, "What have you been up to lately?"
"I'm writing a book," Constantine said. "The deadline for 'The Crouching Chaos 3' is fast approaching. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary!"
"Wait, don't hang up yet," Bruce said. "Isn't there going to be a war? Weren't you drafted?"
"Are you still half asleep? I can't use magic anymore. What would I be doing there? Holding a book signing?"
"Even though you can't use magic anymore, you still have Nyarlathotep to help you, right? With his help, pretending to be a magician is easy, isn't it?"
"I need to finish my draft first. I'm hanging up now."
Constantine hung up the phone, looked at the 200 words he had painstakingly written over six hours, threw down his pen in frustration, and shouted towards the door, "Zawan! Zawan!"
Zatanna pushed open the door, poked her head in, and said, "What's wrong, great writer? Are you hungry? I booked a restaurant on Brainiac, shall we go out for dinner tonight?"
Constantine opened his mouth, having already forgotten what he was going to say. He nodded, stood up, and started changing his clothes.
Constantine was indeed quite talented in the arts, so Brainiac didn't assign him any other tasks. He was only required to occasionally write scripts for promotional plays, and he could write and publish his own works in his spare time.
His books about Outer Gods actually don't delve much into the Outer Gods themselves; they're mostly filled with folklore and legends he collected during his travels around the world. They have a wide readership, are quite popular, and generate substantial royalties.
This greatly improved his and Zatanna's lives. After all, even if Brainiac hadn't shut it down, that run-down bookstore wouldn't have had much business. Now they couldn't open any other shops, and they basically lived off Constantine's royalties.
After the two sat down at the restaurant and ordered their food, Zatanna said, "I have good news to tell you."
“Wait a minute.” Constantine stretched out his hand, glanced to the side as if communicating with someone, and then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Zatanna knew him all too well; she rolled her eyes and said, “I’m not pregnant, you can rest assured.”
Constantine smiled at her somewhat embarrassedly and said, "I'm still a little unaccustomed to regaining my fertility."
“I think you’re a bit paranoid,” Zatanna said, shaking her head. “Besides, even if you recover, I don’t recommend having children. It’s impossible for you not to be affected by your interactions with those mysterious beings. If the child doesn’t have any talent, that’s fine, but if he does, his entire childhood will be spent in fear. That’s not a good thing.”
Constantine nodded, unusually not refuting. Zatanna said, "What I'm saying is that I got a job in the theater company as a resident performer of magic... I mean, performing magic tricks."
“That’s good,” Constantine said. “So, you and Catwoman are colleagues?”
"I guess so, but she's in the drama department, and I'm in the acrobatics troupe. Although we work in the same place, we don't usually perform back-to-back, so we probably don't run into each other. What, you want her autograph?"
“No, that’s not it. It’s just that Nyarlathotep wants her to play the female lead in the ‘Crawling Chaos’ series. But I don’t think she’ll take it. Anyway, that’s not it.” Constantine slapped his forehead and said, “Did you see the multiverse recruitment notice?”
"Oh, you mean that announcement about going to the main universe? I'm not interested. What, are you thinking of going to fight?"
"Bruce just called me and said I can go. Although I can't use magic now, I still have the Necronomicon, and Nyarlathotep is still with me. It's not impossible for me to go."
"I think you're just out of inspiration and want to get some fresh air," Zatanna said, though her words were sharp. "Going out for a walk is a good idea. But I think you're definitely going to get a beating."
“It’s okay, I’ve gotten beaten up plenty of times before anyway,” Constantine shrugged. “I see there are still two days left to register. I’ll go tell them in the group chat, and we’ll head to the main universe soon.”
Constantine had just submitted his registration information when Lucifer received a "ding-dong" sound. He turned around and almost fainted again.
"Michael! Michael!" Lucifer shouted, "We've forgotten something very important—the Outer Gods!! The Outer Gods haven't been optimized yet!!"
Michael, who had been pulled over, was a little confused. He said, "Aren't Outer Gods supposed to be able to move freely between the two worlds? There's no need to change that, is there?"
"Have you forgotten that we updated the particle imaging plugin for our visual system to optimize the way magic is displayed over there? The Outer Gods also need this plugin. Are you sure their old program can handle the new one? Won't the whole universe be filled with noise by then?"
“It doesn’t seem like a bad idea,” Michael said. “It might even be scarier this way.”
“What do you mean, ‘okay’?” Lucifer said. “The other world also has administrators; they’ll see right away that there’s a problem. I don’t want to embarrass myself there. Get someone to fix it right away!”
“But we’re out of manpower,” Michael sighed. “Besides, what are the Outer Gods doing in the next universe? If they don’t go this time, they can optimize things slowly after this is over.”
It was only then that Lucifer realized, "Right, what are the Outer Gods doing in the next universe? Batman can't recruit them even if he wants to, can he?"
He took another closer look at the pop-up registration notice, and wow, it was Constantine! His reason for registering was quite convincing—"I'm bored."
Lucifer couldn't help but call Constantine and say, "You don't even know magic, what are you doing getting involved? Don't you know we're exhausted from optimizing this?!"
Upon hearing this, Constantine became excited and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have to go. There are also people in the neighboring universe who can summon Outer Gods. If I don't go, it will affect the balance. Please make sure to optimize it properly, thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, Constantine went to report for duty with a smug look on his face. It just goes to show that the happiest thing for working people is watching other working people struggle and worry.
Lucifer gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I'll optimize this part. Go and bring Bruce back; it must have been him who instigated this. Even if he can't do any work, make him sweep up the feathers on the ground... and keep him away from Lake Eden!"
The existence of Apokolips does indeed involve a portion of the primordial power of the universe, and it is unique to the DC universe. It is not easy to optimize it for the other side, especially since it is Apokolips in the main universe.
On one hand, the missing piece on the DC side is prone to problems, and on the other hand, the extra piece on the other side is also prone to errors. The Apokolips crossing project alone took more than three months to test, and the OAA was scratching its head over the test.
Fortunately, after countless days and nights of hard work by administrators from both sides, this long-standing problem was finally solved. The specific principles don't need to be detailed, but in short: DC resorted to patching up the problem by robbing Peter to pay Paul; Marvel, on the other hand, created a power similar to this one, then transcoded Apokolips to achieve a similar status and function as in its original world.
Therefore, the power currently used on Apokolips in the Marvel Universe is a pseudo-primal force. It is not an indispensable part of the universe, but it does have the functions of a primal force, such as generating energy almost infinitely. Moreover, the region it occupies can control the parameters of the universe, and its owner is invincible within their own domain, performing similarly to the dimensions of Mephisto and his dimensional beings.
In other words, Darkseid is now essentially a dimensional lord, and these superheroes from DC have made this dimension their base of operations.
Logically, they could have remained hidden indefinitely if they wanted, but since they were nominally there to cause trouble, they naturally had to take the initiative. Therefore, this area primarily served as a base and logistical support.
Of course, in the early stages, the opponent's plan to launch a quick attack could be completely thwarted, as the Marvel team would not be able to break through the protection of the Apocalypse Field in a short period of time.
Back at the base, Magneto said, "We can't force our way in, or the consequences will be unimaginable. Even if we could break in, the resources required would be unimaginable. It's really not worth it."
"They'll come out sooner or later," Professor X said. "What I'm more worried about now is that the masters of this field also have spaceships. Will our spaceships be able to gain an advantage?"
"Do you think they'll send out a spaceship to test the waters first?" Magneto frowned. "In our plan, spaceships aren't going to be used this early. Polaris and Quicksilver are ready, and we can proceed as planned."
“Plans can’t keep up with changes,” Professor X said firmly. “We initially planned to use young mutants for the first wave of probing because we knew that Batman’s weapons wouldn’t pose a real threat to the kids; at most, they’d be injured and forced to retreat. But the appearance of this mysterious area means they might have more powerful weapons, and we can’t take the risk. The spaceship can be rebuilt, and I believe the command center back home agrees with my choice.”
Before he could finish speaking, a general's face appeared on the holographic projection. He said, "Professor Xavier, immediately withdraw the mutants deployed on the front lines. Now is not the time for close combat. Send out three River-class frigate squadrons for unmanned directional patrols. Note that they should not launch an attack. Activate the defensive counterattack mode first and wait for them to fire the first shot."
Professor X's voice came from the outpost: "Captains Bart, Mislas, and Chen Tu, please proceed to the dock immediately. Use the mind key to activate the 01, 02, and 03 River-class frigate squadrons and set them to unmanned directional cruising mode. The route map has been sent to you. Please depart as soon as possible."
"Received!" The captains, though of different skin colors, stood up, shook hands with their comrades, and walked out of the combat readiness room one by one, heading to the starship dock.