The Dark Goddess was ambitious. She had set her sights on the entire Orrery of Worlds.
Her majestic form appeared in an instant on every planet in every universe, coldly and bloodily threatening them with annihilation.
Without Lex Luthor acting as her guide like in the comics, the Dark Goddess had no choice but to personally take action. Her way of handling matters had always been the simplest and crudest: directly issuing a death warning.
She terrorized them with a supreme bearing that lower life-forms could not comprehend.
Other than the main universe, the Dark Goddess terrorized the entire Orrery of Worlds.
"This should do it. If it doesn't, I'll just destroy a batch of universes. The effect should be even better..."
The Dark Goddess felt the powerful force of No Belief steadily taking shape, and she was immensely satisfied.
Next, it was merely a matter of time. As for the main universe, at worst, she could simply give up on it.
But even as an Omni-Four god, she could never know what The Fulcrum was thinking.
Main universe, Earth.
The Beyonder was so bored he was nearly going mad. Grabbing his messy hair, he sat miserably on the ground with a bottle in hand.
It was a dark alley. Two drunks leaned against the wall, bleary-eyed and drunk.
"Damn it, it's all your fault! You have to take responsibility for this!!"
The Beyonder angrily flung his bottle away and cursed at the drunk lying beside him.
"Huh? Take responsibility? Deadpool never takes responsibility for men. Oh, you're not even a man. Do you need someone to take responsibility for you?"
Deadpool stared blankly at the sky and answered drunkenly.
At that moment, pedestrians passed by and pointed at them.
"Look, it's The Fulcrum!"
The Fulcrum grew even angrier.