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The clown stood before her, gently applying paint to her cheeks, altering her original clown makeup. His movements were light, as if he were completing a delicate painting.
“That won’t happen, Harley,” he said softly, his voice unusually gentle, as he lightly smeared paint on Harley Quinn’s pale cheek, transforming her into a more clown-like, gaping grin that pleased him even more. “You’re very talented… but that’s all.”
Harley was stunned.
“You won’t believe it, Batman won’t believe it, nobody will believe it…” the Joker continued, his paintbrush lightly tracing lines at the corner of her eye, “but I can see it…”
His face drew closer and closer, his breath brushing against Harley's face.
Harley's heart suddenly raced, and she asked in a low voice.
"What do you see?"
Harley's heart raced, thinking he was going to kiss her—but the Joker's lips didn't fall. He simply whispered in her ear, almost inaudibly.
“I saw it… the Ian virus is a real reality.” He uttered those words in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, the same words Harley Quinn had been hearing repeatedly from the Joker recently.
Ian virus.
Harley's pupils suddenly contracted.
original.
Harley Quinn had always thought it was just the Joker's banter, but when she heard the Joker's voice, as if he was afraid someone would hear, she instinctively wanted to ask more questions.
only.
The clown's hand touched the woman's lips first.
"Hehehehe~"
The clown had no intention or desire to explain. He took a step back, his maniacal smile returning to his face, as if the whispers from before had never happened.
They started graffitiing on the walls again.
……
In the vast universe.
Ian Kent broke through the atmosphere.
He reached out and summoned two dark, biologically armed figures. Ian's legs were bound with Speed Force external legs, and red arcs of electricity crackled and exploded in the vacuum.
That was a gift he had obtained through his own efforts from Barry Allen's Speed Force wife, and now he had forcibly bound it to the mimicry armor, turning it into a speed booster once again.
"start up!"
In the next instant, he transformed into a superluminal meteor that pierced through the galaxy, space distorted in front of him, time stretched behind him, and stardust exploded like fireworks.
His figure was like a streak of light tearing through the galaxy, leaving a long trail of energy behind him. He was as fast as the Flash, and the meteorite belts he passed through were pulverized by the shockwave.
"Dad, please don't die... If you die, I don't dare to go to Heaven to rescue people for the time being. I can only take Mom and remarry Uncle Clark from the parallel universe next to us."
"I cannot protect my father's love, but I can protect my mother's devotion, so that I will not betray my reputation as a filial son."
Ian muttered to himself, not because he was a truly filial son, but because he believed that if his mutterings could be heard by his father, they would ignite his father's boundless fighting spirit.
Even if things don't go well, he can at least hold on a little longer. In the pitch-black universe, stars are like dust, and Ian's target—Mars—has now transformed into a dark red disc in his field of vision.
The rust-red surface of Mars is already clearly visible, however—near Mars' orbit, a sudden change occurs. Deep in the starry sky, countless points of light emerge.
Those weren't alien fireflies, but rather familiar figures to Ian.
Cloned Superman.
Thousands upon thousands, like a swarm of locusts covering the sky. They wore identical black battle suits, their eyes empty and lifeless, their faces stiff, devoid of soul, only cold commands.
Annihilate the Justice League members who came to the rescue.
"Go back! Await the outcome of the sacred duel!"
It was the voice of Injustice Superman, even less human than when they last met. His words echoed in Ian's ears, and all the clone Supermen gathered around Ian.
These clones floated in the cosmos, their muscles perfectly sculpted like those of mass-produced killing machines. The incomplete "S" mark on their chests resembled scars from violent rigging.
"Get the hell out of here, you idiots, technology and ruthless skills!"
Ian did not slow down; instead, he accelerated and charged into the army of clones.
In an instant.
He ignited his own blood.
Its entire body was engulfed in pitch-black flames.
【Pulse of Incineration: For every 1% of your blood ignited, your attacks deal annihilation damage equal to your maximum health. When stacked to 100 layers, you can choose to unleash "Final Blast".
Deals damage equal to 200% of your lost health to all enemies within range—your burning blood is the abyss of all things, the prelude to your eternal doomsday.
Flames inflicting annihilation damage ignited from Ian's fist, and ripples of iridescent black energy spread outwards. The nearest clone had just raised its arm when Ian's fist pierced its skull—the instant the first drop of blood boiled in its veins, Ian's fist had already pierced the skull of the nearest clone.
The power was indeed immense; what gushed from between the fingers was not blood, but pitch-black annihilation fire. The brains of the Kryptonian replica were burned into nothingness before they could even splatter.
It wasn't shattering, but annihilation. The head, along with the part above the neck, instantly vanished into nothingness, as if it had never existed. A black "Annihilation Mark" appeared on Ian's back. Beneath his skin, black veins spread like living snakes, and with each heartbeat, a wisp of annihilation power was pumped out.
"boom!"
The second clone had sunken temples and black flames emanating from cracks in its skull.
[Annihilation layer +1]
Ian's figure turned into a bloody afterimage amidst the frenzy of cloned Superman.
Each punch aimed precisely at the top of the head.
The third clone tried to intercept him with his heat vision, but he punched it into its eye socket—as the eyeball burst open inside the skull, jet-black flames spewed out from its seven orifices.
"Too slow! Worse than a degraded version of a superhero from the zombie universe!" He spun around and kicked the fourth clone's jaw, then grabbed the fifth's head and slammed it into his knee.
"Even with sheer numbers, they shouldn't be able to defeat my old man!"
One after another.
With each punch, a clone vanished completely, and the black mark on Ian's back multiplied. His fists were no longer flesh and blood, but two hammers of annihilation. Each swing tore through space, leaving black cracks. Clones fell like straws, yet they pressed on relentlessly, fearless of death.
Each time Ian kills a clone, the stack of [World-Burning Pulse] increases by one.
[Annihilation layer +17]
Tens of thousands of clones rose from the Martian surface, their black cloaks forming a curtain that blotted out the sky. The black flames ignited by Ian's fists left scorch marks in the vacuum of space.
His blood was burning, his life was slipping away, but for every 1% of his life lost, his attacks gained an additional layer of annihilation power, and the Berserker's [Reverse Blood Furnace] power was also being triggered.
The weaker one is.
The stronger it is.
This is definitely not as simple as 1+1=2.
Cracks began to appear on Ian's body, and black energy seeped from the gaps in his skin, but he paid no heed. Pain? That was just the temperature of the fuel.
Their strength and momentum are both rising explosively.
A clone attacked him from behind, punching him in the spine.
Berserker Experience +13
Ian's spine was attacked, triggering an upgrade mechanism, but unfortunately it didn't break, so he didn't gain much experience. However, with the help of his self-healing ability, he regained his mobility in the blink of an eye.
[Wrath of the Undead: When you take any form of damage, you recover 1% of your maximum health per second, healing all injuries, including fatal ones.]
The more severe the injury, the faster the recovery. When your health drops below 10%, you will receive a brief resurrection, a blissful rebirth that will last until all your energy is depleted.
Death? That has always been a luxury for you.
None of these were instantly fatal injuries, and Ian didn't need to care at all. He didn't even trigger the instantaneous repair of his phoenix rebirth, and continued to break through towards Mars.
Without turning his head, Ian grabbed the other's head and twisted it sharply—the clone's head, which had been attacked in the spine and was now trying to attack the kidneys, instantly turned to ashes and scattered.
"Crack!"
When the ninety-ninth head was crushed in his palm, Ian's skin was already covered with spiderweb-like black lines. His blood vessels throbbed violently beneath his skin, and each heartbeat sent tremors through the clones within a kilometer radius.
A clone attempted to ambush Ian with a green kryptonite weapon. Ian neither dodged nor avoided it, letting the green light shatter on his chest. He then grabbed a handful of fragments and stuffed them into the attacker's mouth.
He is a Kryptonian second-generation idealist.
It is reasonable that they have "overcome" their fear and weakness towards kryptonite.
[Annihilation layer +1]
Just as the last layer of annihilation was being collected, Ian suddenly froze. The prelude to the eternal apocalypse descended, and in an instant, the 100 layers of annihilation power accumulated within him, along with 99% of his burning blood, erupted! Centered on Ian, a ring of black pulsating ripples silently spread out.
That wasn't an explosion.
Rather, it was an annihilating eruption.
All the clones froze simultaneously, their empty eye sockets reflecting a horrifying scene—the blood-soaked figure slowly opening its arms and releasing an incredibly terrifying pulse.
"The End—"
My blood is boiling at this moment.
The instant his blood vessels burst, billions of black pulses erupted from Ian's body. It wasn't light, but a tangible manifestation of "non-existence," an abyss etched even into the vacuum.
"Explosion!!!"
A black torrent swept across the entire star field.
It spanned all the clones across a vast expanse of starry sky.
"boom--!!!"
The entire orbit of Mars seemed to be gripped and crushed by an invisible giant hand.
Sunlight and starlight were being devoured, and the clone army melted away like an avalanche. The scene was as if the universe itself was being ignited and burned to ashes by Ian's blood.
A torrent swept across the sea of stars.
When the black tide receded, the starry sky was as clean as a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.
The few remaining clones hovered at a safe distance, their biological instincts screaming alarm bells—only to see Ian reassemble his body from nothingness, his burning pupils locking onto his final target.
"Now."
Black ripples spread out beneath his feet.
"The trash has been cleaned up."