Good.
Although it wasn't good at all.
But the situation had been stabilized.
The World Forger thought silently.
In truth, although his enemy was the Anti-Monitor, it wasn't entirely the Anti-Monitor.
He could fight the Anti-Monitor to the death, but what would be the point? The Sixth-Dimensional God was immortal and indestructible, able to resurrect in the Sixth Dimension no matter how many times he was killed. Naturally, killing the Anti-Monitor would be the optimal solution, but continuing to entangle himself with the Anti-Monitor now would only waste time, allowing the Over-Time Stream to mobilize even more power to stop his actions.
In the end, the reason the Over-Time Stream was frantically squeezing out its potential was entirely to reclaim Prime Universe Superman.
The destiny of the multiverse was like the adrenaline secreted by a wounded person, massively empowering the immune cell known as Batman Dragon and making every move he made succeed.
The World Forger had once tried to stop Batman Dragon from finding Prime Universe Superman, but it was impossible.
Since that was the case...
He could only cut away his own flesh and bleed.
At that moment, in the center of the Baby Multiverse.
A faint sea-blue phantom of the World Forger rose from the throne where he sat. In the empty space before him, a gigantic cocoon began to congeal.
"That's right... that's right... it's you."
The World Forger looked at it, and then a relieved expression appeared on his face.
"I really did it."
A multiverse needed a core. The core of the DC Multiverse was Prime Universe Superman. "The World Forger is going to steal him and use him as the core of his own universe"—that was what everyone thought, but...
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