On the other side of the universe membrane lay the Dark Multiverse.
The minor troubles on the bright side had caused not the slightest ripple in this chaotic, sinful world. In this dark multiverse, what happened every moment was far crazier than anything in the multiverse.
What did wiping out a mere race of The Watchers amount to? What did the birth of a Unique God and the deaths of two Creator Gods amount to?
The higher gods would naturally handle such matters. No one else needed to worry too much—in this place, meddling in others' affairs got you killed.
But Dream did not care about that. He drifted through the worlds of the Dark Multiverse, observing these fallen universes.
Slaughter and extermination played out at every moment. Even the powerless people at the bottom lived in a constant cycle of robbing and being robbed.
The rule of the Dark Multiverse was that no matter how kind and righteous a life-form was, it would ultimately become mad and extreme. The Nightmare Knight Order, composed of Batmen, had been established for that very reason.
No matter how righteous and resolute these Batmen had once been, their fates had long been decided: they would become rational lunatics. Whether they killed or not, whether they crossed the line between the law and criminals or not, their endings would be miserable.
This was the rule of the Dark Multiverse, the supreme will formed from countless fallen and shattered universes converging together.
The Nightmare Knight Order was the sharp sword in the hands of Barbatos, the Bat God.
"What an excellent team. Too bad it's a little weak."
Dream wandered through the nightmares of countless villains, listening to the endless demands of these dark creatures. He occasionally sighed before finally turning his attention to the