The Nameless Old Dragon breathed heavily, sounding as if he were on the verge of death. He let out hoarse, rattling whispers. Bringing the Thought Robot—or rather, Thought Superman—into reality was a risky gamble. The Thought Robot's existence restrained Mandrakk, while Mandrakk determined whether the Mother of the Multiverse, Perpetua, could use him to further influence reality.
The Thought Robot was practically the anchor that suppressed Perpetua. When the Nameless Old Dragon began considering the use of this trump card, it proved that everything had reached the final, desperate struggle. But the Nameless Old Dragon would win. I will win.
I had paid such a high price. I should have been able to...
The Nameless Old Dragon faltered. At some point, he suddenly felt dazed, and this thought took root in his mind. It made him realize that what he was thinking now was something many supervillains had once thought as well.
Parallax Hal, who had once intended to destroy the entire DC Multiverse in order to create a perfect world. Supreme Superboy, who had once intended to destroy New Earth and recreate the Golden Age.
Immersed in yesterday, we were trapped in yesterday. We were never willing to admit that everything from yesterday was irreversible...
"Fuck the past."
Yes, yes, I know. The intention to reverse history and change the past is practically the defining trait of supervillains. Damn it, I know this.
So I'm no longer a hero. I'm a supervillain. I know it. I accept it.
I am the Nameless Old Dragon. I am falling with full awareness.
I am Chen...
Huh? Who was I again?
The Nameless Old Dragon could not remember his real name. He knew that he must have made some sort of arrangement, so he could only refer to himself as the Nameless