A Way to Solve Trouble Is to Create Even Greater Trouble
"My God, what kind of monster did Miracle Base provoke?!"
"Can someone tell me why Mr. Maas's body is so tough?!"
"...Look, what's that? The Washington Base has finally brought out its fifth-generation fighter jet, after so many revisions!"
"Is this our day of disaster?"
Even the giant screens in the famous Times Square were broadcasting the disaster unfolding at Miracle Base!
The civilians who had spent the past few months accepting the power of Miracle Squad felt as though the sky had collapsed—especially after seeing the headless corpses of Ghost Attendant and Flash Bomb...
In the direction of Washington, a vast mass of dark clouds loomed like a hurricane approaching.
"What a performance worthy of everyone's attention."
On the roof of an old apartment building in Gotham, a mature man in a white suit was reclining in a deck chair, wearing an amused smile.
"That Mr. Maas seems to have run into serious trouble."
Beside the man in the white suit stood a sturdy, dark-skinned man... He appeared to be in his thirties, with a sharp gaze like a hawk's.
"Yes, Ricky, my child. Mr. Maas has indeed run into trouble." The mature man chuckled. "And it's very, very serious trouble."
Ricky frowned. "But didn't you say that Maas is currently one of the strongest among the New Gods in terms of divine power?"
"I believe I said that the New Gods currently have no foundation of faith of their own." The mature man smiled calmly. "Their divine cores are as fragile as sugar glass, possessing only the appearance."
"What about yours?" Ricky asked curiously. "Is your divine core stable enough...?"
The mature man... suddenly chuckled. "Ricky, do you know that in a place barren of