Beyond the vast and boundless DC Multiverse, a brand-new, vibrant multiverse was being born.
In this brand-new multiverse, Superman was still the center of the world.
The World Forger had erased Superman's memories, reshaped his body, altered his soul, and transformed him into someone completely different from before.
He no longer had flaws, no longer had contradictions, and no longer needed any elements that were not sufficiently superheroic.
Oh, of course, there would also be nothing Superman could not do.
Oh, right. Superman couldn't put the world in a bottle? In theory, that was true, but in this multiverse, no crisis Superman couldn't handle would ever appear.
The World Forger had already patched the flaws in the universe created by his mother. Superheroes would never fail to save a single person, and there would be no crises.
Tragedy and death were things this world had never heard of.
Everything that could create a crisis had been bundled up and hidden by the World Forger in the dark side of this multiverse. They were all useless trash, negative forces with no use or benefit to the multiverse.
All the World Forger had to do was periodically clean up and destroy that trash, then throw it back into the furnace to be reforged, like collecting the rust produced while forging iron and tossing it back into the furnace.
What he had created was a perfect world—
"—right, Marr?" the World Forger said.
At that moment, he stood above the boundless starry sky of that baby universe. Beneath his gaze, the brand-new blue Earth of the Baby Multiverse radiated a faint glow in space.
The scene was so beautiful, like a pearl shining atop a crown.
"Alphios." Beside him, a sea-blue phantom solidified into the unmistakable face of the Monitor.
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