Emperor Joker and the Batman Who Loved Him

Good grief.

Just think about it, darling.

What a boring world this is.

The sun always rose in the east and set in the west. I mean, the sun never thought, "Hey, wouldn't it be interesting if I rose in the west one day?"

The police always arrested criminals for corruption, bribery, or whatever other mess they were involved in. Everyone played their own role inside this enormous cage. No matter how much disgust they felt in their hearts, they never once thought about escaping this prison cell.

Compared to living people, they looked more like preprogrammed routines—the perfect lambs tamed by a world of order.

Heh heh heh.

Life was nothing more than a terribly frightening nightmare, and most people were so deeply immersed in it that they refused to wake up.

This world was filled with signs of polishing and refinement. I gradually came to understand how sick, imperfect, and broken this lump of earth, threaded through with hints and accidents, truly was.

There was nothing now, nor had there ever been anything in the past.

Even in the future, there would be no creator's plan, no sacred decree, and no bearded white superhero to gradually plant the notion of harmony into the tiny brains of every creature in the universe.

The entire universe was merely a shoddy construction project, and everyone suffered because of it. Like sitting behind a desk or wearing a jacket made of a bench, everyone felt that this kind of life was painful.

For a very long time—even before I learned of my failed ending through the Over-Time Stream—I remained fixated on destroying the entire universe and everything in it.

I had intended to unleash my magic and carry out a grand, exhilarating slaughter. Then, the destruction I had caused would have a