Under a sky as blue and clear as if freshly washed, all of Tokyo Metropolis—and indeed all humanity—shed tears of joy for a miracle not seen in two hundred years.
Yet after the wild ecstasy brought by that miracle came an incomparably realistic and fatal problem, laid bare before everyone.
The planet's ecosystem had indeed been completely reset by Gaia, and the boards of directors of the three monopolistic giants had been slapped into the dust of history.
But the social operating system of the year 2138 had, for two hundred years, been built entirely upon the monopoly networks of those corporate conglomerates!
The synthetic purified water civilians drank, the industrial nutrient paste they depended on for survival, even the garbage collection system—all of it had completely collapsed when the upper echelons of the conglomerates were uprooted!
Watching all manner of problems flash across the holographic display.
Bruce Wayne closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air fragrant with grass and leaves, only to feel an unprecedented, intense stabbing pain in his liver.
"...I knew it."
Batman rubbed his temples, his low voice carrying the weariness of someone driven to the limit by endless overtime.
Saving the world only took one punch, but handling post-disaster reconstruction and supplying necessities for billions of mouths crying to be fed was a killer job!
Batman ultimately accepted his fate and began operating the terminal on his armguard at high speed.
"We can deploy the twelve million tons of emergency synthetic rations we have stockpiled in the DC Universe, three hundred thousand fully automated service robots, and all of our agricultural seed reserves..."
Watching Batman expressionlessly take on the food supply and infrastructure needs of billions of people all by himself, even casually rebuilding this world's global relief system.
The Myriad