Aftermath of the War

Inside the luxurious Medical Pod of the spaceship gifted to Chen Tian by the Nova Corps, soft lighting illuminated the space.

Chen Tian scratched his head and looked at the three life support pods.

First image: Wonder Woman - Diana, her divine power drained by Bayonetta, is unconscious, and her tattered armor has been replaced with a white hospital gown.

Second image: Hal Jordan, his shoulder pierced by Kiana's Void Spear. Without the Lamp Ring, he is just a strong, ordinary person. If it weren't for the life support pod, he would already be dead.

The third image: Superman – Clark Kent, or Carl -El.

His bare upper body was covered in scorch marks. Although he had been defeated by Goku and fainted, his powerful Kryptonian physique was allowing his wounds to heal at a visible speed. His eyelids were twitching, and he seemed to be waking up soon.

Chen Tian frowned. Three hot potatoes.

"Or should we just kill them all?" Chen Tian murmured.

"Hey! Chen Tian! This isn't in the honor of Warrior!" Goku squatted to the side, holding a roasted lamb leg in his hand, and mumbled indistinctly.

Chen Tian curled his lip. "Diana or Hal Jordan are fine, but the problem is Clark Kent. You just had a big fight with him, and you could tell he's not someone you can easily talk to."

As he spoke, he tapped his temple, "The deaths of his wife and his unborn child have driven him to utter extremism, to an insistence on a brutal form of justice."

Upon hearing this, Goku scratched his head and said, "Anyway, we can't kill him while he's asleep. We'll deal with him when he wakes up."

Goku's persistence left Chen Tian speechless.

Chen Tian knew that even if he forcefully killed Superman, Goku wouldn't say anything. However, given Goku's simple-minded Warrior nature, he would definitely feel resentful.

Even if Goku continues to obey Chen Tian's commands in the future, there will definitely be a distance between them.

Chen Tian was unwilling. Although Dante, Goku, and the others were all summoned by him, Chen Tian treated them as his partners.

(Dante: No, I consider you my nephew.)

(Vergil: No, I treat you like a child.)

(2B: No, I consider you my Master.)

(Kiana: No, I consider you my commander. By the way, when can we get a warship? Calling you commander sounds so awkward, calling you captain sounds much better.)

(Bayonetta: Ha, men, you call me "Baby" when we sleep at night, and now you call me "partner"?)

(Diablo: Hehe, your soul... hehe... smells so good, am I drooling?)

(Saitama: This is so boring.)

(Goku: Partner? Hello, partner!)

(Madara Uchiha: My lord, although I am not as good as the above-mentioned ones, could you please let me make an appearance? I haven't been on the field for a long time, so I can clear out some of the grunts.)

(Kratos:...)

Chen Tian's thoughts were wandering wildly until Goku reminded him, "Hey, Chen Tian, that guy's about to wake up. Should I knock him out again?" As he spoke, he tossed the sheep bone in his hand aside.

Chen Tian then noticed that Superman's eyelids were twitching even more violently, indicating that he was about to be awakened by his nightmare.

Chen Tian slapped his forehead and pulled out a green dot of light from his Summoning Space — Kryptonite that Batman had once given him.

He looked at Superman's body, considering how to insert the Kryptonite into that part of Superman's body. He first examined Superman's lower body, then quickly shook his head.

"Damn it, he's been corrupted by that guy Wade!"

At this moment, Superman's other wounds had basically healed, with only the wound on his chest remaining with a final crack. Chen Tian quickly flicked his finger, precisely inserting it into that crack.

Superman's body suddenly stiffened, and veins bulged on his forehead.

His eyelids trembled violently, his body twisted and contorted, and hoarse groans escaped his throat. Green lines spread from the wounds, crawling all over his body like vines.

Three seconds later, he fell heavily back into the life support capsule, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Goku swallowed the meat in his mouth. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

Chen Tian waved his hand, "That Kryptonite is so small, at most it will just turn him into an ordinary person."

Upon hearing this, Goku stood up, clapped his hands, and brushed away the food scraps in his hands.

"That's good, I'm going to the restaurant now! I'm not full yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

Chen Tian's lips twitched. "Is Instant Transmission something you're meant to use like this?"

Chen Tian glanced at the monitoring data in the life support pod and confirmed that all three were in a deep coma. He turned and disappeared from the Medical Pod, leaving only the rhythmic beeping of the instruments.

On Blue Planet, the ruins of Washington District. are still smoking. The former political center of the United States has become the city that Little Boy bombed, perhaps even worse.

After all, the city the Little Boy destroyed left behind only ruins.

Because Zeus, Poseidon, and Ares all died there, the climate in Washington District became extremely chaotic.

Rain continued to fall from the sky, and this rainwater was somewhat corrosive. It was fine for a while, but if you stayed for too long, you would find that the steel was covered in rust.

Large amounts of thunderclouds accumulated in the clouds, and lightning struck intermittently. These lightning bolts were completely different from normal lightning; they did not prioritize striking high places or conductive objects. Instead, they fell completely erratically and would explode from time to time.

The ground was in a terrible state, with hardly any intact sections. There were craters everywhere, and even the subway station was destroyed. In several large craters, lava was churning inside. Fortunately, the lava was gradually cooling down.

The seas outside Washington District were also turbulent with fierce winds.

Tony was in the Arbitrator Tower in Malibu, watching the news on TV, and he wasn't in a good mood either.

The news media split into two camps: one supporting the Arbitrators and Batman for successfully preventing the Justice League from degenerating into the Injustice.

Most of the supporters are ordinary people affected by the Justice League's so-called "Purge Operation," whose relatives and friends were killed or maimed in these operations.

The scene shifts to a middle-aged woman with red, swollen eyes from crying, "When Superman burned down the whole street with his Heat Vision, my daughter was doing her homework in a coffee shop..."

A middle-aged man with a full beard, wearing a black suit, his eyes red-rimmed, the suit looked worn but was clearly well-maintained, and he was holding a few white flowers in his hand.

"My child and I had just returned home from the amusement park when, to my dismay, my child was run over and killed by a truck thrown by Superman simply by rubbing my eyes."

He reached out and wiped away his tears, and only then did the reporter realize that his right hand was a medical prosthetic arm from Stark Industries.

The casualty figures scrolled at the bottom of the screen: 23,418 civilians died in the Injustice's "Purge Operation," and the numbers continued to scroll. (I made the numbers up.)

A CNN commentator pounded on the table. "When so-called 'justice' begins to Carnage civilians, Batman's intervention is not Civil War —it's humanitarian aid!"

On social media, the hashtag #ThankYouBatman# is flooded with testimonies from families whose lives have been destroyed. The hashtag # Injustice # is filled with angry curses from the public.

Where there is support, there is also opposition.

The opposition is largely composed of Washington District officials and Wall Street vampires who suffered heavy losses because of this major battle.

In opposition news reports, a senator roared at the ruins, "This is outright terrorism!" The camera panned across the collapsed Capitol Building, with captions indicating an estimated direct economic loss of $4.5 trillion.

A former Injustice official gave an exclusive interview. "We maintained a near 100% crime rate. Batman and the Arbitrators' unauthorized war will reignite the flames of crime that were once suppressed!"

The expert opposite him sneered, "The criminals you're talking about include the father who had to steal a loaf of bread to feed his daughter? Or the ten-year-old boy who accidentally knocked over a Haji Black in his neighborhood because his bicycle brakes were broken, and was burned to death by Superman's Heat Vision? Oh, and I forgot to mention, the Haji Black was also burned to death for swearing?"

The expert's words caused the phone screen to instantly turn into a rainbow of bars with the words "Live broadcast suspended due to technical issues" displayed in large letters.

All of the above is just what was reported on television news; the situation online is even more chaotic.

Top five trending topics on the internet:

1. Superman

2. Batman

3. The death of Zeus triggered a climate catastrophe.

4. #On what basis does Superman determine criminals?

00001. 5. Who is the most handsome and beautiful among the Arbitrators?

Tony stood in front of the holographic projection, surrounded by countless news images flashing around him.

He waved his hand, turning off all the screens, and the conference room fell into a brief silence.

"Friday," Tony rubbed his temples, "Any news from Chen Tian?"

"Boss, Mr. Chen has set off on his return journey and is expected to arrive on Earth in 12 hours," F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice rang out.

Tony tugged at his collar, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Very well, this mess..." He picked up the whiskey on the table and downed it in one gulp. "It's best left for that brat to deal with."

"Fraiday, how are the Arbitrators' treatments going?" Tony asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. again.

"Boss, the situation isn't looking good." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s holographic projection unfolded, displaying 3D scans of each Arbitrators, with injuries marked in red.

Natasha

--Multiple soft tissue contusions throughout the body, right arm dislocation has been reduced, right thigh bone has abrasions, muscle tears, and mild concussion. Currently undergoing rehabilitation training in the training room, refusing to rest in bed.

Banner

--Seven ribs were broken, and there was minor internal bleeding. It is expected that he will need another 48 hours to wake up.

Pietro

--Comminuted fracture of the scapula, fractures of the ulna and radius in the left arm, and a fracture of the right femur. The Medical Pod is using nanotechnology to reconstruct the bones, but the high metabolic rate is slowing down the healing process.

Steve

"—Fractured bones in the L1-L3 vertebrae, 27 fractures in both hands. Serum-reinforced bones are showing signs of fatigue due to excessive combat. Even more serious is..." F.R.I.D.A.Y. paused, "His adrenaline has pushed his body to its limits."

Tony tapped his knuckles on the table. "Speak like a human."

"Captain Rogers will lose at least ten years of his lifespan."

Tony was even more troubled. "Oh right, what about Thor? Didn't Asgard send anyone to pick him up?"

"I'm sorry, Boss, no one from Asgard has come yet," F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied.

"How is he?"

"Boss, Mr. Thor's situation is a bit unusual." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s holographic projection switched to Thor's 3D scan, with golden energy veins flowing through his body, but his brain area was shrouded in an eerie black shadow.

"External injuries are 98% healed, and internal injuries are 80% recovered." F.R.I.D.A.Y. zoomed in on the shadowy area. "But here—a high concentration of magical residue has been detected, preliminarily analyzed as a mental interference spell."

Tony frowned. "Who did this?"

"Possibly Hades, one of the Olympian Gods, with an 85% probability." On F.R.I.D.A.Y., a battle replay was shown: Thor suddenly froze while fighting Zeus, and countless plumes of black smoke rose from his ankles, enveloping him. "This is the moment he was affected by magic."

Then the scene shifts to rapidly spinning black smoke, within which Hades' face slowly appears, only to be followed by a scene of static.

"Is that Hades? He looks like a bald vagrant." Tony looked at Hades, whose face was only partially visible in the image.

Tony leaned back heavily, the leather chair creaking under the weight. "So we're helpless with Thor's situation right now?"

F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s holographic projection flickered. "Based on Miss 2B's combat log analysis, the probability of the target using Underworld Power is 92.3%. However, conventional medical treatments are ineffective against magical wounds."

"Isn't there any other way?" Tony was exhausted. He was the only one who could handle things now; Yinsen was busy running around in the medical room.

"Boss, you can try contacting Kamar-Taj." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice paused for a moment before replying to Tony.

"Kamar-Taj? The Sorcerer Supreme?" Tony sighed. "We fought like that in Washington District before, and the Sorcerer Supreme didn't show up. I'm a little unsure if she can come to help."

"Boss, please allow me to remind you, Miss Maximoff Wanda Maximoff is studying at Kamar-Taj," F.R.I.D.A.Y. reminded Tony.

Tony sat bolt upright, his eyes lighting up. "Friday, you're truly my intelligent Angel!" He snapped his the Snap. "Contact Kamar-Taj immediately and tell them—"

Before Tony could finish speaking, a golden spark ring had already bloomed in the center of the conference room.

Wanda strode out of the portal, draped in the crimson robes of Kamar-Taj.

"Tony!" Wanda's voice was anxious, tinged with guilt. "I saw the news... everyone..."

Her gaze swept over the data on the wounded on the holographic projection, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

"Damn it, I... didn't know about this war. If I had known, I would have..." Wanda muttered guiltily to herself.

"Hey, little witch, it's not your fault," Tony patted Wanda on the shoulder. "If you have to blame someone, I think you should blame your sweetheart. He and Batman orchestrated this war."

Tony grinned mischievously. "I have a little suggestion. You could make him sleep on the floor instead of the bed! But wait, the floor is a bit much. How about the sofa? Three days! I think three days will be enough to make him admit his mistake."

Wanda's feelings of guilt were dispelled by Tony's banter. She rolled her eyes at Tony, then remembered something, "Where's Chen Tian?"

"Him? He and his bunch of superhuman teammates went to fight Superman." Tony shrugged.

"Superman?" Wanda tensed up again, her fingers twisting together. "Chen Tian ... could he be his match?"

Just then, another foot wearing cloth shoes stepped out of the portal.

Wang's plump body emerged from the sparks, holding a steaming bowl of instant noodles in his hands.

"Don't worry about that kid," Wang mumbled, slurping his noodles. "The Sorcerer Supreme said that guy has more trump cards than the forbidden books in the Kamar-Taj Library."

He glanced at Wanda's tangled fingers. "Have you forgotten that kid is someone even the Ancient One feared?"

Wanda's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as she recalled the scene of Chen Tian casually summoning two giant dragons on Mount Everest. He certainly didn't seem like someone who would suffer a loss.

"However..." Wang suddenly put down his instant noodle bowl, wiping his greasy fingers on his robe, "This Mr. Thor's condition isn't very good."

He leaned closer to the holographic projection, his nose almost touching the black shadow. "Tsk tsk tsk, Hades is really bold, actually trying to devour my godhood. Speaking of which, why doesn't Odin do anything about it?"

Wanda then looked seriously at Thor's image, her expression becoming very serious, no longer as helpless as before.

She said in a deep voice, "No, Hades cannot devour it."

Wang and Tony looked at Wanda.

Wanda said seriously, "Thor is Son of Odin, and his divine power and divine status should be comparable to Hades '. However, he has always relied on external objects to activate his divine power, which is why Hades was able to take advantage of his weakness."

Tony crossed his arms, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey, looks like our little witch has a solution?"

Wanda laughed. "Of course, we just need to draw out Thor's divine power, and his own divine power will be enough to dispel Hades' magic."

Wang frowned. "Wait! Are you sure this is safe? Thor is currently unconscious. Suddenly stimulating his divine power might cause it to go out of control."

As he spoke, he looked around, "If things get out of control, this beautiful building won't be able to be saved."

Tony frowned as well. "How about we go somewhere else?"

He didn't want the Arbitrators Building, which he had spent several sleepless nights designing, to be gone just like that.

Wanda confidently replied, "No need, I can control his divine power."

Wang Yi raised an eyebrow. "Then you mustn't use the power of chaos. You know, Chthon is also known as the God of the Underworld. If Chaos Magic collides with Underworld magic, who knows if it will cause uncontrollable consequences."

Wanda laughed. "Wang, do you know why I went into seclusion for three months of cultivation?"

Wang scratched his head in surprise, "Wasn't it the Ancient One requested it?"

Wanda held up one finger. "No, I've discovered something new inside me."

Wang's eyes widened, and Tony also stared at Wanda's fingers in disbelief.

On Wanda's finger, the crimson of chaotic power flowed, but it was quickly enveloped by a blue flame. The chaotic power, which should have been chaotic, suddenly became gentle.

"This... this is Chen Tian's Demonic Flame?" Tony was dumbfounded.

"Hmm~" Wanda said excitedly, "I don't know how Chen Tian's demonic flame ended up inside me, but it helps me control Chaos Magic very well."

Upon hearing Wanda's words, Tony suppressed his surprise and gave her a meaningful look.

"Wanda, I know you love Chen Tian very much, but you and Chen Tian are still relatively young. Please make sure to take precautions. I don't want to be like Little Chen Tian, who's already causing trouble in my lab in just a few years."

As soon as Tony finished speaking, the conference room fell silent.

Wang suddenly burst out laughing, but he laughed so hard that he choked on his saliva. He coughed and slapped his thigh, "Hahaha..."

Wanda's face flushed red. "Tony! You... what nonsense are you talking about!"

Tony grinned mischievously and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Hey, I'm just a senior who cares about his juniors." He deliberately spoke in a senior's tone, "After all, Chen Tian went from a nerdy kid to the hero he is today, and that was all thanks to me, little Wanda."

"Friday," Tony suddenly turned to the ceiling, "Make a note of this: request from Durex to order their latest 'Descendants Death Bags,' the ultra-thin kind."

"Recorded, Boss." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Should we sync this to the Arbitrators' meeting minutes?"

"No!" Wanda screamed and jumped up.

Wiping away tears of laughter, Wang suddenly pulled a small booklet from his robes. "Speaking of which, page 3 of Kamar-Taj's * The Wizard's Guide to Marriage and Romance * clearly states—"

"Your Majesty!" Wanda stamped her foot in embarrassment and anger, "If you continue like this, I won't help Thor anymore!"

Tony immediately raised his hands. "Okay, okay, we were wrong."

But he immediately added with a wink, "But seriously, if that kid dares to bully you, my Anti- Chen Tian Armor 3.0 is ready to go at any time."

Wang suddenly leaned close to Tony's ear and whispered in a way that everyone could hear, "I bet $100 that kid can't beat a raging Wanda."

"I bet 200," Tony said, pulling a crumpled dagger from who-knows-where, "That he won't even be able to get into the bedroom."

Wanda was so angry her hair was practically flying. She gritted her teeth and turned to Thor's Medical Pod: "I'm going to begin casting a spell!"

Tony and Wong immediately sat down side by side like well-behaved students, but they were still exchanging glances. Tony even secretly gave Wong a 'you know' gesture.

"Ahem," Wanda took a deep breath to calm herself, and blue and red light once again shone from her fingertips. "Now, please remain quiet."

But just as she was about to cast the spell, Wang suddenly chuckled, "Sorry, sorry, I just suddenly thought of... uh..."

Under Wanda's murderous gaze, he swallowed back the question, "Will your children inherit the Chaos Demonic Flame?" and instead asked, "Will Thor's first words when he wakes up be, 'I want mead'?"

Tony immediately chimed in, "I bet 500, his first words will be, 'Where is Odin?'"

"I don't have that much money, I'll owe you for now," Wang said, pulling out his wallet. "His first words were an insult to Hades."

Wanda's forehead veins bulged. She decided to pretend she hadn't heard the conversation between the two childish brats. As she waved her hands, dazzling magical light began to flow around the Medical Pod, enveloping Thor completely.

Tony and Wang, like two spectators at a football game, pulled out popcorn from somewhere and ate it while quietly continuing their betting game.

This time, however, they wisely kept it from Wanda.

Wanda's fingertips emitted a dazzling blue and red light, which wrapped around Thor's body as if it were alive.

The light, like tiny snakes, burrowed into Thor's body through his seven orifices.

Thor's body immediately trembled violently, and blue lightning surged wildly across his body, but was firmly bound to his body by Wanda's magic.

"Hold on..." Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wanda's forehead, her hair moving without wind. "I can feel Hades' magic resisting..."

Tony and Wong held their breath, watching the blue and red lights coursing through Thor's body.

Suddenly, wisps of black smoke began to seep from Thor's mouth and nostrils. The smoke twisted and turned, as if it were alive and trying to get back in.

But Wanda's magic clung to them tightly, dragging them out of her body little by little.

As the last wisp of black smoke was drawn out, Thor's body suddenly stiffened, and lightning exploded in his eyes.

He sat up abruptly and let out a roar:

"Damn Hades!!"

The entire Medical Pod's glass shattered instantly, even the ceiling lights exploded. Tony pulled out five hundred dollars and handed it to Wang, who smugly stuffed the money into the sole of his shoe.