Fulcrum simply had no regard for the so-called Omni-Five. Even if such a fanciful plan actually succeeded, so what? Other than combat power, it was hardly worth mentioning.
Fulcrum truly could not understand what madness had possessed Donnie, making him naively believe that the Omni-Five path was the one best suited for him.
"If you truly intend to become one of us, I can help you think of a way."
Fulcrum poured the last glass of wine, then carefully screwed the bottle shut and set it on the counter.
This silent bar had once again reached closing time. Whenever Fulcrum stopped pouring drinks, it meant every visitor should leave.
One guest after another left the bar, leaving only Donnie behind.
Donnie merely shook his head and said calmly, "I don't want to become some big shot's accessory. Then I wouldn't be myself anymore."
If it had been before, Donnie would never have put it so absolutely. But he was already immortal, having overcome death, and he had the confidence to carry out his plan.
If the plan he envisioned truly succeeded, perhaps Donnie could really wrestle with a Level Ten.
Though the odds of success were extremely low.
Donnie drained his drink, gently set the glass on the table, casually pulled a bill from his pocket and placed it there, then turned and left.
All in one smooth motion.
The instant Donnie stepped out the door, the bar's dim lights immediately went out, and everything sank into darkness, just as it had before.
Donnie stood within the illusory underworld, raised his head, and let his gaze pierce through countless worlds as he silently watched the unprecedented battle between Beyonder and Molecule Man.
Then he saw the Cleaner, no longer able to tolerate it, join the battlefield in an attempt to