I am Doctor Manhattan.
When you encountered a tiger, you had better urge everyone to charge at it, while making sure they were all as courageous as you.
But if even one of those charging alongside you developed the slightest—I mean the slightest—thought of abandoning the others to escape, then the entire cooperative front would collapse at once.
What if the tiger knew how to offer some terms? For example, if you abandoned your brothers, you could leave with whatever you had gained, together with your baby.
As for those hunters called the Source Hand Clan, this tiger would take full responsibility alone. You could happily flee with your Baby Multiverse, settle down in the Omniverse, and become a local tyrant...
Why did you think he wouldn't be persuaded by such an offer, hmm?
I was observing this universe, observing the limits toward which this universe was heading.
I was repeatedly squeezing the instincts of the multiverse, hoping to understand its essence so that I could become a creator like them.
I am Doctor Manhattan. I am not a creator. Even after entering the quantum realm, I still did not understand how the multiverse operated and created things, and I was filled with doubt about it.
And everything before me was an opportunity.
Mother of the Multiverse Perpetua, World Forger, Anti-Monitor, Monitor, Mandrakk, and...
Doctor Manhattan's gaze passed through infinitely scattered timelines and spaces. The horned shadow hidden beyond the DC Multiverse appeared so clear beneath his gaze.
Empty Hand.
This opportunity was too rare—so rare that even though Perpetua knew Doctor Manhattan was still within the DC Multiverse, and that she had not obtained the Totality, she still attempted to leap down from the Source Wall.
It was so rare that... Empty Hand, despite not having created the Destroyer