Chen Tao now deeply understood one thing:
When facing a Sixth Dimension God like the World Forger, mortals were fragile.
Everything mortals did was a sandcastle built on soil. A gentle push was all it took to make it collapse.
One or two successes meant nothing before a Sixth Dimension God. He could overwrite reality at any time, then cut off your success halfway through.
Our DC Multiverse was a multiverse with an Over-Time Stream. The past and future were relative concepts. The only question was whether something was difficult to alter, not whether it could be altered at all.
Anti-Monitor had written a perfect script for Chen Tao, and what Chen Tao had to do was simple: dance in the script, gain Anti-Monitor's protection, and search for the key to breaking out of the situation.
Anti-Monitor had already prepared the script for Chen Tao's invasion of the Multiversal Merge. All Chen Tao had to do was—
Yi gulu—
What was going on?
The entire world was stretching, and the freshly constructed concrete road was collapsing.
After a brief daze, Chen Tao discovered that he was standing where he had been, once again holding the cement he had yet to pour onto the roadbed.
He had unconsciously reversed a short segment of the Over-Time Stream. He heard Hero Day and the heroes of the Dark Multiverse residing in the Metal Spirit's dimensional space inside him ask in confusion:
"Weren't we supposed to enter the Multiversal Merge?"
This was... this was the scene he had just experienced, only a few minutes ago. But he had temporarily reversed everything to...
Then Chen Tao felt Riddler pat him on the shoulder.
"A few minutes ago, my friend," he said. "You worked hard to reclaim me. Once I died, you worked hard to obtain