The Vanguard of Chaos Had Arrived

"Really."

"You've locked me up in solitary confinement again!"

In the royal palace of the underwater kingdom of Zebel.

Mera, who had been personally captured and imprisoned by her father Nereus, was sulking alone.

They're always putting people in solitary confinement, and they're always having social gatherings with Atlantis.

Recently, even engagements have been made public.

She, Mera, Princess of Zebel, officially became the fiancée of the King of Atlantis.

Although she doesn't particularly dislike the King of Atlantis now, Mera is still somewhat unhappy that her father is using such a crucial matter as a bargaining chip.

The words her father said after bringing her home today brought Mera's displeasure to its peak.

"You've grown up Mera. It's time to learn to distinguish right from wrong."

It's as if she committed some terrible crime by saving someone.

That Doraemon is so interesting... Mera, who has listened to Woz's stories every day for the past seven days, has become quite familiar with it.

As for Beckett, I'm not familiar with him.

To her, Beckett during those seven days was just a stranger soaking in a medicine pot.

Although she admired his actions of fighting against the entire Asgard for the sake of the person he loved.

Is this a romantic... love story?

Anyway, with Woz's embellishments, it became a romantic love story.

Mera sat on the windowsill, gazing absently at the night view of the palace outside...

How envious I am of such a magnificent life...

Although she now has no worries about food and clothing, enjoys status and power, and possesses countless riches, this is not the life she wants...

Twenty minutes later, the maid who came to knock on the door exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! Princess Mera has sneaked out again!"

On the shore, Beckett, having dispelled the energy barrier around his body, stood on the soft sand, bathed in the gentle moonlight, and looked around blankly.

The scene was completely unfamiliar.

"Woz."

"Woz is scanning the environment, Your His Highness Beckett."

An invisible wave of detection spread outwards from Beckett, and unfamiliar streets gradually filled Woz's newly established map library.

"Your His Highness Beckett, data generation complete."

Woz reported, and all the information about the small fishing village around the beach appeared before Beckett's eyes.

"It's no use, we're still a long way from the nearest Kansas."

"You will absolutely not find any record of Norse Mythology here."

A clear female voice rose up, mingling with the sound of waves.

Beckett looked back.

Under the moonlight, Princess Mera of Zebel, dressed in a tight-fitting bodysuit, stood right in Beckett's line of sight. The noble air emanating from her very being made even the usually arrogant and domineering waves grovel at her feet.

"Are you very familiar with this?"

Beckett squinted at the woman in front of him who should have been locked up in solitary confinement.

"Of course, that's not all, I also have maps."

Mera waved the things she had brought from the palace in her hand.

"Weren't you put in solitary confinement?"

"At worst, I'll go back and write a self-criticism, just like you." Mera shrugged.

Beckett's gaze then fell on Woz was looking down at his nose and seemingly lost in thought.

"Let's put that aside for now, can you drive?"

Hela put away the map in her hand, walked smoothly to the parking lot by the beach, and turned back to signal Beckett to follow.

Then Beckett saw a perfectly normal metal box.

Its quality must be very poor; one punch from him would probably destroy it, making it inferior to his warship.

After manipulating the water flow into the car to open the door, Mera took the lead and sat in the driver's seat, skillfully playing with the "keyless start".

The exhaust pipes and roaring engine worked together, and the headlights came on, illuminating Beckett's expressionless face.

"Hey, sit down next to me."

"Otherwise, my father's men will catch up with us."

Mera turned her head toward the passenger seat next to her, signaling Beckett to get in the car quickly.

The old, beat-up pickup truck sped along the empty road, belching black smoke. The cold sea breeze caressed Mera's fair face, and only then did Mera feel like she was a person with a life.

Whenever she got tired of being underwater, she would come up and play like this once, and then be taken back by her father's men before reaching the Kansas center.

"This thing is called a car, and it's a very common mode of transportation in our world."

"Created by humans on the ground, it is very fast."

Along the way, I introduced him to some things about this world.

"If you want to learn about Norse Mythology, there's a large library in Kansas that should have what you need."

"Furthermore, that library has a lot of materials that can help you get to know the world—"

Squeak!!

Mera's voice stopped abruptly as she slammed on the brakes, the sound of tires screeching against the pavement particularly jarring in the silent night air!

"Those are... members of my father's bodyguard team?!"

Under the bright moonlight, the guards who were waiting for Mera at the finish line as usual were being devoured by sixteen winged monsters.

"How could this be... those monsters..."

Mera was certain she had never seen a monster like this before, neither in royal secrets nor in any human records.

"Jie!"

Perhaps the enormous headlights blinded the six monsters, for the one with blood still clinging to its mouth flapped its wings and flew toward the horrified Mera.

As servants of Steppenwolf, they devour any animal that evokes fear upon seeing them.

"Oh no!"

"Run!"

The silent flow of water, manipulated by Mera, solidified into a wall, facing the numerous—

Call out!

A silvery-white energy shockwave grazed Mera's cheek.

The latter stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Sixteen ferocious-looking monsters with flapping wings were instantly annihilated.

There wasn't even any ash left.

Mera looked back and saw Beckett holding his right hand out, pointing directly at the direction where the sixteen monsters had been.

The pure white moonlight fell on his shoulders, its radiance shimmering...

Gotham, another night of drizzling rain.

The Gotham Batman, who are nocturnal, struggled for several tens of minutes before finally defeating the six monsters they had never seen before.

He had intended to keep one as a specimen for research, but unexpectedly, the six winged monsters chose to self-destruct after being defeated.

"Alfred, a new enemy is coming."

On the rain-soaked rooftop, Batman with a hoarse voice spread its wings and leaped down.

After the invincible Kryptonian fell,

Those who had once been wary of this man's existence could no longer suppress their restless hearts.

Bruce Wayne's intuition has always been very accurate.

The vanguard from chaos has arrived.