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Chapter 941 Papetua's Persuasion to Surrender, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Chapter 941 Papetua's Persuasion to Surrender, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

No one responded...

Everything was abandoned and plunged into a deep well.

When Parallax Morhal crossed the limitations of the Hypertime Stream and saw the monsters arbitrarily manipulating the timelines within it, he realized that it was virtually impossible for him, with his own power, to intervene and stop Perpetua or Batman Dragon from making any changes to the multiverse.

Even though his consciousness had connected with his counterparts in countless parallel universe timelines, and their wills had converged against all reason in an instant, it could not change the current situation downstream in the super-time flow.

But Parallax Demon Hal still took a step forward, and in an instant, countless Parallax Demon Hals across the split timelines also made the same move.

Victorious, defeated, dead, rulers of the multiverse, those who suffered mental breakdowns, those who became cowards, those who became brutal tyrants…

No, none of this is true. We are merely playthings of the trans-timeline, playthings of Papetua.

Creating and solidifying its own timeline of victory was not Papetua's ultimate goal. Its greater aim was to weaken the entire DC multiverse; the weaker the multiverse, the stronger Papetua became.

It doesn't matter if you fail to solidify your own history of victory, as long as you can successfully weaken the DC multiverse, then what if you are resealed back onto the Origin Wall?

Like steel that has been bent many times, the seemingly sturdy cage is actually already soft at its core.

Re-imprisoning Perpetua on the Origin Wall is only a temporary victory. The continued weakening of the DC multiverse is inevitable, and Perpetua's escape will eventually come as well.

Stopping her today is merely dodging a deadly blade, but if the DC multiverse is weak and sickly—

—I told you long ago, Parallax Morhal, my arrival is the inevitable end.

Parallax Mohal heard Papetua whisper in his ear, and he found the whisper strangely familiar, as if it were not the first time he had heard it.

At first, Hal thought it was a memory that the Hypertime Stream had given him, but after careful examination, he was quite certain that his sense of familiarity did not come from memories obtained from the Hypertime Stream, but from experiences he had had before the Zero Hour Crisis began.

"It was you. You whispered in my ear, tempting me to create Zero Time. Why?"

"For the sake of crisis energy, my foolish creation."

Then Parallax Mohal heard Papetua's voice: "More crisis energy allows me to break free from the reality of the hypertime stream sooner."

"But it wasn't just for me, you idiot."

When Papetua's voice shrieked again in Parallax Morhal's mind, Parallax Morhal saw countless terrifying giants rush into the DC multiverse in an instant.

They were like a group of demolition workers who moved with impunity, tearing the entire DC multiverse to pieces in an instant. The first of the hyper-time streams was destroyed, followed by countless parallel universes.

"The Origin Hand Clan..."

Parallax Mohar is in a daze.

"Only when you abandon the simplistic and low-level perspective of lower-dimensional life and stand under a higher-dimensional macro narrative can you understand what everything I have done is all about, and what the right cause is. The life or death of mortals has no meaning to the entire DC multiverse."

With just a slight modification to reality, the dead can be resurrected. For a god like me who can reverse reality at will, isn't it ridiculous to discuss human philosophies about not murdering life and respecting life?

"I only need to fight against the Origin Hands. The creation of those legions was a forced sacrifice. Once I defeat the Origin Hands, I will be able to easily change those created soldiers and transform them back into their original form—by arbitrarily manipulating reality."

"You're Green Lantern, aren't you? You know how to create a phantom life form, like those creations you made with Green Lantern energy. I could easily bring peace and tranquility to the entire multiverse, because I created it—but I can't, because there are threats beyond the multiverse."

"You should now understand that what most heroes and villains chase is meaningless, merely an image I casually sketched on paper, like a smudge of ink on the title page of a comic book. If I wanted, I could change the ending of the story and create a perfect world for you, but all of this is contingent on the book called the DC Multiverse never being destroyed. You do not understand my true nature. I am Papetua, and I am the protector of the DC Multiverse."

Parallax Demon Hal stared at her blankly.

and so……

Was it all just an illusion? The 700 million people of the coastal city that he had been searching for so long, trying to revive, were nothing more than a phantom drawn casually by the other party?

The fresh scent of the morning air?

The smell of decaying plants in the park?

Walking along the roadside, I heard the roar of cars; in the sunset, I saw an elderly person going home, followed by a child skipping and jumping behind them.

That bustling world, his hometown, the place where he grew up, are nothing more than fleeting images, drawn on and then easily erased.

That's too light.

Light or heavy, meaningful or meaningless, no matter which you choose, it's wrong.

Everyone wants to pursue a meaningful life, but such a life is incredibly heavy because bearing such weight means taking responsibility and finding a way out of thorns.

That was not an easy path. In fact, any meaningful life means paying a high price, even a meaningless life requires sacrificing one's life. But for Parallax Morhal, the cruelest part was that the meaning he had pursued all his life was completely negated by Perpetula at this moment. He not only lost the goal he had been pursuing, but also the meaning of his existence.

Papetua tried to persuade Parallax Morhal with a more lofty and macro-level life goal, at least to stop him from siding with Batman Dragon and making things difficult for him, but this only plunged Parallax Morhal into deeper confusion.

He blinked, and then discovered a new person in the reality that had split in the timeline.

"Supreme Little Superman..."

Parallax Malcolm gazed at the other's shadow. Perpetua didn't continue speaking to him, but simply waited quietly. However, Parallax Malcolm was certain that Superman Supreme was facing the same choice as him.

Tell me, Superman Supreme.

What would you choose?

What should I choose?

Please, help me, this is all too little...

I can't take it any more lightly.

(End of this chapter)