The Clearly Divided "Beckett Rescue Plan"

"Incredible."

"My body, has my body really recovered?"

The underwater world, the Kingdom of Zebel, a side hall.

When Mera gave the critically injured Barry Allen the last dose of Nutrient Fluid left by Beckett, a miracle occurred.

Just as Woz had calculated, the potion from another universe did not cause any adverse reactions in Barry Allen's body.

The drug's effects, which were evident within minutes, caused Barry Allen, who had never witnessed such a scene before, to exclaim in surprise.

The injuries that should have kept Barry Allen in bed for three to five years healed rapidly with the help of Nutrient Fluid, and before long he was able to walk normally.

"No, to be precise, that's not the case."

"The Nutrient Fluid will only prioritize treating the most serious injuries in your body to ensure that your body does not collapse during the subsequent recovery process."

"According to Woz's calculations, it will take you about three hours to fully recover, Mr. Allen." Woz displayed a model of Barry Allen.

This was created after it scanned Barry Allen to analyze data.

"Incredible."

Having been by Bruce Wayne's side for so long, Alfred had never seen such a miraculous potion.

Not only him, but even Diana, who had witnessed many miracles on Paradise Island, found it amazing.

One can imagine the immense shock that Beckett left behind with that Nutrient Fluid brought to them.

The stark contrast between Barry Allen's previous near-death state and his current energetic appearance is striking.

Three hours?

"No problem, perfectly acceptable."

The optimistic Barry Allen stretched his back and opened his arms and legs, then turned his gaze to Mera on the other side. "So, what do I need to do in your plan?"

Barry Allen already knew about Beckett's plan to risk his life from Mera, and there was no reason for him to shirk responsibility.

"Just like when you resurrected Superman, Barry, run."

"Your speed, the current generated in your body due to that speed, is the key to activating the Mother Box."

"So Barry, I need you to run."

As the only person in the world with the Speed Force, his unparalleled speed is exactly what Mera needs right now.

"No problem, I'm good at this, and I have experience with it."

Barry Allen shrugged, indicating that there was no problem.

Practice makes perfect. If he was nervous when he resurrected Superman before because he had no experience, he has now clearly lost that anxiety born of the unknown.

It's just running, simple.

"No, in fact, you have no experience."

As the architect of the "Beckett Resurrection Plan, "Woz personally stepped forward and immediately put a "pressure" label on Barry Allen.

"According to the data simulated by Bruce Wayne, you did not encounter any obstacles when you resurrected Superman, and you had a sufficiently favorable environment."

"But things are different now."

"You have to make sure you're fast enough to activate the Mother Box on that bronze door before Darkseid notices you."

"In other words, you're not fast enough right now, Barry Allen."

The astronomical figures simulated by Woz silenced everyone present, and the optimism on Barry Allen's face vanished.

Even the owner of the Speed Force had a moment of doubt: Could those really be the data he could produce?

"Listen, we don't have much time. Mera's power can only last for three days. After three days, both land and sea will fall into Darkseid's hands."

"Barry Allen, I'll be monitoring your training over the next three days to help you reach that number."

"Ms. Diana, your task is to regain as much of your divine power as a demigod as possible, and then enhance it. In three days, you will be the main person to attract Darkseid's attention."

"Mr. Alfred and I will try to crack the Kryptonian spaceship's operating system. Once we've cracked it, I'll come to your aid in the Kryptonian spaceship."

Woz's division of labor was clear and reasonable.

Darkseid is an insurmountable obstacle in their plan, and among their group, only Diana, a demigod, has the ability to distract Darkseid.

"Wait, Woz, I think Diana might have another accomplice."

After Woz mentioned Diana's demigod status, Mera suddenly remembered someone.

"Who?"

"Arthur Curry, the eldest son of Atlanna, the current Queen of Atlantis."

"F**k!!!"

"Everyone, get on the bus! Hurry!"

Outside a border town in Kansas, USA.

A burly man, shirtless, relentlessly stabbed Apocalypse soldiers with a harpoon, his disheveled stubble and hair billowing in the seawater.

"Jie!"

"Hehehe!!!"

The ear-piercing, horrifying screams made everyone cover their ears, and the fear that arose in their hearts became a paradise of pleasure for the Parademons.

"Hold on, everyone!"

"We'll be able to get through the water wall soon!"

"We'll be safe once we get past the water wall!"

The burly man, panting heavily, stood on the roof of the pickup truck, busy wielding a harpoon while also talking.

The shivering crowd huddled in the old pickup truck, some faces etched with fear of life, others so desperate they were numb.

Along the way, they witnessed too many life-and-death separations and saw firsthand what a city would look like without the protection of the water flow barrier.

Rivers of blood flowed; it was a living hell.

The soaring Parademons relentlessly gnaw at the fear in people's hearts and suck the blood from their bodies.

"It's no use..."

"Superman is dead. He was killed by that monster."

"The Earth is beyond saving..."

"Who knows how long this water barrier can hold out?"

A sense of dejection and discouragement permeated everyone. The burly man, who had witnessed all of this, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment.

To be honest, he really couldn't see any hope of humanity being saved.

The earlier live broadcast allowed all of humanity on Earth to witness Superman being fatally struck by Darkseid.

The blond, blue-eyed man, who was evenly matched with Superman, also had his chest pierced.

What does this tell us?

"We can't win. Just like that monster said, humanity is doomed..."

Finally, they drove into the city nestled in the flowing water. The humans huddled in the pickup truck got out like zombies, their bodies slumped over, the place utterly lifeless and devoid of any vitality.

The government's ironclad defenses were as fragile as paper, easily breached, and the nuclear bombs, supposedly capable of washing away the surface, vanished without a trace.

Within just a few hours, the entire world had been transformed into a post-apocalyptic "zombie" paradise.

Too many people, in their despair, choose to indulge themselves and vent the ugliness hidden in their hearts.

Killing, fighting, rape, and so on.

Without the appearance of zombies, some desperate humans choose to become "zombies" themselves.

"Arthur Curry, I've found you."

A burly man, feeling down, went to a bar for a drink and encountered two women.

"Mera?"

"We need you. We need you to join us in defeating Darkseid."

Mera, who came with a recruitment mission, got straight to the point, while Diana, standing beside her, remained silent, observing Arthur Curry, the man who would soon become her teammate.

"What?"

"I'm serious, I swear in the name of the Queen of the Sea."

The Golden Trident was Mera's best tool for persuading Arthur Curry.

That is indeed the case.

"I agree."

Arthur Curry joined without hesitation.

"I've had enough of this atmosphere."

Sleepy...

So sleepy I could only yawn...

The second update was a bit late, but it still came.

I didn't post anything extra today, I was too sleepy to write...

Two chapters guaranteed √