"No!"
Rainbow-colored energy gushed from the World Forger's seven orifices, making his entire face look as though it were melting—or like water bursting through the gaps between your fingers when you clamped your palm over a faucet.
"No, this isn't a reality where you should exist!"
The World Forger reached out, grabbed his own head, and forcefully pressed the surging energy back in. He braced himself and pushed the colored light into his body, restoring everything to calm.
Then his face became cold and expressionless once more.
"Damn it."
He let out a long, long breath.
Calm down.
That was what he told himself.
The situation had grown worse and worse. The World Forger could feel the DC Multiverse's counterattacks coming one after another.
You see, the World Forger wanted to win. He wanted to be the final victor, perfectly plundering everything he desired.
But what he meant was, if he couldn't accomplish all that...
Then perhaps I'll be forced to give some things up.
On the grasslands, even if a leopard skilled at hunting successfully caught the prey it wanted, if it refused to share its spoils when surrounded by hyenas, it would be hunted down by them.
But if it decisively threw down a sufficiently fat haunch of meat, it could instead escape with its prize intact.
And right now, the World Forger was that leopard. However, the first thing he needed to do was...
"Supreme Superboy."
The World Forger spoke.
In the next instant, Supreme Superboy appeared beside him.
"I'll leave Prime Universe Bat in the Baby Multiverse. You're coming with me."
He drew a deep breath.
"First, we'll go to..."
He had only gotten halfway through his sentence when a massive amount of spectral energy once again erupted from his seven orifices.
He ground his teeth