I'll fight you to the bitter end.
I'll crush you mentally. I'll make you doubt your victory and give up... the courage to fight me.
"Then."
The World Forger looked at the giant before him, who looked almost exactly like himself. The only difference was that this version's face carried a grayish pallor of death, while his entire blue body had taken on a faded appearance, like a photograph that had lost its saturation.
He reached out toward the other and tried to summon his own body back, but there was no response at all.
What a nuisance.
This really had been the only possibility in the World Forger's original plan... or rather, it couldn't exactly be called a flaw.
After all, in his original plan, his corpse's only value was as a chew toy for Barbatos. It would also help Barbatos escape the duties imposed on him by the DC Multiverse, allowing him to abandon his post and leave the Multiverse to personally create his Baby Multiverse.
Although he had left some contingencies in the corpse, such as using its dreams to trap Sandman of the Endless, fundamentally speaking, the World Forger had never considered doing anything else with his own corpse.
After all, Barbatos wasn't an idiot. The dragon had been created by him and knew him well. If the World Forger wanted to leave some controllable contingency in the corpse, Barbatos would definitely notice.
Once Barbatos began suspecting that his betrayal of the World Forger had all been part of the World Forger's plans, would he still obediently take over the World Forger's original duties and work hard for him?
Yet this tiny flaw had, through a twist of fate, caused him such enormous trouble.
"You... You're the World Forger. You're the one who