The World Forger knew there were hidden dangers in what he was doing, but was he afraid of them? How many dangerous things had he done already?
If one was constantly worried about being pricked by thorns, it would be impossible to pick the fruit from a tree. Even mortals should understand that simple truth.
Even so, the World Forger still felt an ominous unease in his heart, as though he were standing at the edge of an abyss, staring down into it without knowing what lay below...
Only to see Batman Dragon's ugly, malicious dragon face.
And righteous heroes did not fail.
The World Forger thought silently.
On a train that was about to crash, the only person who advocated building a new train was the savior of the multiverse.
But...
But the World Forger always felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He was a god of the Sixth Dimension. Yes, and he was very likely the strongest being currently able to move freely within the DC Multiverse, apart from the outer god Doctor Manhattan.
Yet even a god as powerful as him found it so difficult to save this sinking wreck and everyone aboard it.
Who, exactly, was his true enemy?
His brother, the Anti-Monitor? Batman Dragon? Or his mother, Perpetua, who had never come down from the Wall?
No. None of them.
It was... the entire DC Multiverse.
Even a world that was born deficient and plagued by ill health would still resist when faced with death. It would struggle and wail desperately, doing whatever it took to survive—even if that meant overdrawing countless reserves of energy to create a monster capable of contending with a god of the Sixth Dimension for a short time, or creating a cancerous tumor like Earth-15 that would cause