radicalducati Chapter 281 My teammate is Darkseid!
Chapter 281 My teammate is Darkseid!
Chapter 281 My teammate is Darkseid!
My name is Meditation Mite.
I used to be a worm, and now... I am a magic worm.
As a worm, I was born weak. On my home planet Venus, our race cannot even exist on the surface.
But unlike my intellectually challenged kin, I have awakened to an exceptionally high level of wisdom. This is both an unparalleled miracle and a blessing, and a source of endless suffering.
My kin are all very happy; they are creatures completely driven by instinct, needing neither thought nor worry. They obtain food, mate, lay eggs, and enjoy every pleasure they derive from the outside world—damn it—
They don't even feel pain; our race are creatures driven by pleasure, and their bodies serve only one function: to provide pleasure. Even when torn to shreds by predators, they ascend to heaven in extreme bliss.
But I'm different. I'm not like my own kind. Sometimes I even envy them.
Fear, frustration, helplessness, the blow of failure, the bewilderment of being powerless, the pity and ridicule of others—is a life filled with these things really happier than a chaotic and ignorant worm?
But I made it through in the end.
It may seem like my race is just a matter of adding the word "magic" to it, but no one knows how much I have sacrificed for it.
Thousands of years ago, the powerful mages of the Wizarding Council mocked me, ridiculing my delusions and saying I was unworthy of magic. The gods regarded me as insignificant dust, and the foolish mortals considered me a devil. But now, they have all turned to dust, and I am lost in meditation…
And it's still here!
"The Great Darkseid."
The Mite of Meditation bowed its head before him: "The Mite of Meditation pays its respects to you."
Beside the Mite of Meditation, Reverse-Flash bowed at the opportune moment: "Reverse-Flash is at your command, great Darkseid."
Meditation Mite turned to look at Reverse Lightning, whose expression was natural, without the slightest hint of flattery.
The Mite of Darkseid immediately felt a sense of crisis. He turned to Darkseid and said, "Great Darkseid, your fame extends from Apokolips to Earth, known to all. The humble worm, the Mite of Darkseid, is willing to offer you this tiny planet as a mere speck of dust in your great cause."
He didn't mind submitting to Darkseid. Darkseid only wanted the Earth; what harm was there in giving it to him? All he needed was magic, and all the magic he possessed was enough to make him one of the most powerful sorcerers in history.
"You are very good," he heard the Lord of Apokolips say, and Dessaad, standing beside Darkseid, translated, "His Majesty Darkseid has granted you permission to join his legion."
"It is my greatest honor, Your Majesty Darkseid, I am willing to serve you..."
But before Mite could finish speaking, Black Adam's voice interrupted him.
"We can talk about flattery later, but you need to know that my joining comes with conditions," Black Adam said. "Darkseid, you must guarantee that the land of Kandark will not be invaded by your Parademons. My homeland Kandark will be the only human sanctuary on Earth, untouched by Parademons..."
As he was speaking, he met Darkseid's scarlet eyes, which made him unable to continue.
"That was what the robot superhero originally promised me."
Black Adam said, "If I help you come to Earth, Kandak will get the freedom and peace he deserves, and Apokolips will protect him—"
hum!
The crimson Omega rays pierced Black Adam's body in an instant, burning him into a charred corpse before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The speed was too fast; the Omega ray had already hit him before he could react.
"No one can replace Darkseid's will, let alone make a promise."
The Mite saw Apokolips's chief scientist, Disad, humbly bowing his head: "And no one can escape Darkseid's control."
The mite gasped.
Things were not quite as he had imagined.
How could Darkseid have killed Black Adam so easily? Just because he claimed that his entire nation of Kandark had turned into Parademons?
But they had clearly agreed on these terms beforehand—the key point being that these conditions should have been a simple matter for Darkseid, yet he…
"Where are the remaining rebels on this planet?" Then he heard Darkseid's voice, a voice as deep and rough as his face, like marble.
Darkseid lowered his head and pulled out a large object from his pocket: "The organization still resisting you is called the Justice League, and Batman is the leader of this resistance. I have prepared their information for you, Your Majesty Darkseid. You can use these character weaknesses I have summarized to attack them, and thus—"
“There’s no need for that,” Darkseid said. “Take me to that organization, or have them appear before me.”
"..."
Darkseid discovered that many of his preparations for targeting the Justice League had not been adopted by Darkseid, and he was somewhat unwilling to give up:
"Your Majesty Darkseid, in reality—"
Then he met Darkseid's deep red eyes.
The mite couldn't help but shiver.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He quickly adjusted his next words: "As soon as you appear in the waters near Metropolis, the Justice League will soon be here..."
In fact, while talking to Darkseid, Mistletoe was preparing a spell. Oh, don't get me wrong, it wasn't an offensive spell. Mistletoe wouldn't show aggression towards anyone whose strength might surpass his own; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived to this day thousands of years ago when facing the Wizarding Council.
From the moment he left until now, he has been secretly preparing a divination spell, a medium to large-scale one, that will yield relatively accurate and clear results.
Blood magic, such as the category of blood prophecy, allows one to know about the entire universe without leaving home, and it is always accurate and without error. Such magic is rare. The divination methods mastered by the Mite of Meditation are far inferior to blood prophecy, but even so, it is still a means of predicting the future.
Darkseid was right in front of him, and the divination that Mite needed to perform was also very simple.
"Reveal to me the future of Darkseid..."
Is he a victor or a vanquished? Can he truly defeat the Justice League? Was it wise to entrust himself to Darkseid?
This is what the meditation mite needs to divine.
He was so close to Darkseid, their connection was so deep, and he had sacrificed so many dead monsters and mobilized so much of the vast magical power he had absorbed...
With so many factors converging and increasing the success rate, he was quite confident that with his magical skill, he could arrive at an answer that was almost never wrong.
And he did indeed get a clear result very quickly.
Darkseid and his teammates will surely triumph.
This short sentence is clear and concise, and it explains everything very well.
The divination results are absolutely correct; if it can be wrong, then it can only mean that you've seen a ghost.
Generally speaking, apart from blood prophecies, most prophecies are vague descriptions that are ambiguous and rarely give a clear result.
But this time his prediction was so decisive that it meant Darkseid's victory was a foregone conclusion, while the Justice League's defeat was inevitable.
The mite immediately felt relieved.
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"Hehehehehehehe, you don't have a mom or a dad, you sleep alone at night—"
"..."
Superman took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and turned to question Batman standing next to him.
"What exactly do you want?"
Despite being completely bound to the Origin Wall and unable to move, Superman still maintained an attitude that would seem somewhat inexplicable and superior to those unaware of the situation.
But Chen Tao knew that this was because the Supreme Little Superman always considered himself the real hero, while the heroes of the new world were just imperfect "defective products." And how could a perfect creation care about defective products?
That won't do; we need to give the Supreme Superman some serious juicy stuff.
"It's nothing, Superman Supreme," he said. "I just came to tell you something: I'm not going to let you out anymore."
"What?" Upon hearing this news, Superman Superman was immediately alarmed: "Why? You need me, Batman, you need me to help you fight the enemy you can't defeat—"
"No, no, no."
Chen Tao shook his head: "We can solve the problem on our own."
He was deliberately trying to get Superman to refute him.
"That's impossible, you're joking with me." Superman Supreme concluded directly: "Your world is facing a threat, your life is fraught with danger, and you desperately need the help of someone like me. Admit it, you can't win against them on your own. You're all scheming against each other, with absolutely no cooperation. No matter what enemy you face—"
"You're right, but releasing you is the greatest danger."
Superman was taken aback by Batman's words. In a way, Batman was right; he himself knew what he would do after coming down from the wall.
"I absolutely won't do anything..."
"Do you think I don't know?"
Superman Supreme heard Batman say, "You have killed countless members of the Teen Titans, killed Superman, your hands are stained with blood, your crimes are countless, you are far more dangerous than Darkseid, whom we are dealing with."
His face darkened; Batman knew far too much about his past.
"So we..."
"But even without my help, you wouldn't be able to defeat Darkseid," Superman Supreme said. "Admit it, you..."
"Who says you can't?"
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The next moment, Superman saw Batman's face break into a maniacal grin, and he stretched out his hands, opened his mouth, and with a retching sound, vomited the three Mother Boxes right in front of Superman.
At this very moment, Darkseid is not on Apokolips.
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At this very moment, on the battlefield.
"To be honest, I don't quite understand why Batman didn't come with us."
Barry swung his supersonic hand chop—the most basic and common technique used by speedsters, which he had only recently learned. The high-frequency vibrating hand chop sliced through the Parademon's hard armor and flesh as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, green blood spurting out, causing the monster in front of him to fall to the ground like a cut reed.
He and Green Lantern Hal were back to back. He turned his head and whispered to Green Lantern Hal, "I don't mean to talk behind people's backs, I mean, Batman is always so secretive. He's definitely planning something, but he hasn't told me at all. God, to be honest, I don't have a good feeling about this."
At this moment, they were standing on the coastline of the metropolitan territorial waters. After confirming that this place would become a war zone, Barry had cleared out all the humans in the surrounding area within minutes. More and more Parademons were emerging from the sonic booms on the sea. They were scattered in different streets of the city, searching for traces of living humans, but they only ran into the regular human army that had already been transported through the Death King's Golden Sphere teleportation channel.
Da da ...
The army's heavy firepower was exchanging fire with Apokolips' high-tech weaponry; those laser weapons could slice through steel as easily as cutting tofu. If the entire Justice League hadn't stood in front of them as firefighters, these organized units would probably have collapsed long ago. This was ultimately an unequal battle.
Hal didn't speak. He materialized a giant hammer and smashed several Parademons to pieces like flies with a loud bang.
The Flash continued, "It's hard to admit, but if Batman goes all out, he might be the most important fighting force in our Justice League. If we've confirmed that Kara and Cyborg Superman are under Darkseid's control, wouldn't we need a powerful addition to our team even more?"
"Alright, let's not talk about that now." Wonder Woman swung her sword, piercing the jaw of a Parademon, then spun around and knocked its cherry-like round head off the top of the cake.
She saw Darkseid hovering in mid-air, his hands behind his back, flying towards her amidst countless Parademons.
"The real threat is already upon us."
Wonder Woman stood with her sword drawn: "Therefore, everyone, execute the codename C formation. Archers, hurry, hurry, hurry—Ron, please—"
While assigning tasks, Wonder Woman was also thinking to herself... It's truly commendable that Green Lantern Hal Jordan didn't charge in alone in this actual battle.
During previous practice sessions, although the other side kept saying, "We need to unite and not be defeated one by one," they often talked to themselves and broke away from the team...
"Everyone step back and stand still, Green Lantern will handle everything!"
I really can't finish writing this, sob sob. I'll finish the remaining 4000 words tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)