A brand-new Doomsday, a truly singular individual—one of a kind, possessing every form and ability of every Doomsday model.
This was, in the truest sense, the most perfect Doomsday.
It was simply a work of art.
Donnie examined the newborn monster, his face full of amazement.
Especially that other-side trait within it, which had successfully converged and grown a little stronger—though it was still imperceptible, seeming unchanged at first glance. Donnie had been watching it closely and knew it had indeed grown by the slightest amount.
"How does it feel?" Donnie stroked his chin as he observed the monster.
Doomsday silently lowered his head to inspect his new body. The newborn will formed from the fusion of two perfect Doomsdays studied everything before finally saying in a low voice, "It feels... not bad."
The power of Level Nine began erupting from Doomsday's body.
The barrier standing before Doomsday was easily shattered.
"You're very special. Born from countless impossibilities, you naturally possess matter that surpasses the limits of life itself. In that regard, you could be called the most special one." Donnie spoke calmly.
Something external that broke through the boundaries of life was something only beings like Ultimates, who had crossed the limits of life, could possess. And Doomsday already had it.
Even Donnie had not achieved that.
Of course, it was utterly impossible for Doomsday to become Level Ten by relying on such a tiny trace of transcendent trait. But that trace alone granted Doomsday the ability to never die.
Even the death of an Omni-Four could not kill Doomsday. That made Donnie terribly envious. If he could become immortal, he would not need to rack his brains plotting schemes.
"I saw greed and envy in your eyes." Doomsday lowered his head, stared into Donnie's eyes for a while,