No One Could Escape Death's Lady's Vast Embrace, the World Forger Faked It

All right, now you're a medieval blacksmith.

Your blacksmithing skills were unmatched among your peers. You could even easily make seven-millimeter heavy armor, something capable of resisting fire from small-caliber pistols.

Your wisdom was unparalleled. Given enough time, you could figure out how everything in the world worked.

Now, there was a car engine in front of you. Hurry up and use it to make a brand-new car!

That was exactly how the World Forger felt right now.

First of all, he didn't have enough metal—energy—to build a car. But metal only needed to be gathered, so that wasn't a problem.

The troublesome part was that even if he obtained an engine, the World Forger couldn't take it apart and reassemble it, much less make a counterfeit one himself.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

In front of the World Forger, Prime Universe Superman—P Superman—was screaming. He was currently fixed in place in a spread-eagle position.

The World Forger intended to modify Superman's appearance.

First, he planned to increase Superman's age, then give him a white uniform.

(Note: Superman's appearance disguised by the World Forger in Sixth Dimension.)

Yet even this simple modification proved completely impossible.

He could temporarily alter Superman's appearance, but Superman would soon revert to his original form.

The "boy scout in a blue uniform and red trunks" was Superman. Whatever the World Forger modified and created...

No matter what it was, it had absolutely nothing to do with Superman.

Superman was maintaining his own existence. His nature as the center of the universe had not weakened much merely because the World Forger had taken him away from the DC Multiverse.

The World Forger knew that many people had experienced the same thing he had. Emperor Joker, for example, had once tried to turn Superman into The Jester, and had even tried