A God's Analysis, Check-In Mission: Doomsday!

The Chaos Direction Tower. The Throne on its top floor.

Link sat calmly on the Throne, built from high-strength alloy and the bones of an unknown creature. His expression betrayed nothing.

Before him, a vast holographic screen was divided into hundreds of feeds.

Military satellites from the Pentagon looked down from space on the trail of devastation the gray monster had carved across the land.

Aerial footage from news helicopters showed armored units being torn apart like scrap metal before it.

Videos uploaded from countless civilians' phones captured screams, cries, and apocalyptic panic.

"Link!"

"God! Save us!"

"Please, come quickly!"

The prayers and pleas of billions flowed through the network, converging into a torrent of data. In the corner of the screen, they became a cold, rapidly climbing number: his faith value.

Link paid it no heed.

He did not descend the moment his followers called, as a true god might.

He waited.

Or rather, he watched and analyzed.

With the Wisdom of Athena augmenting his supercomputer-like mind, he processed every scrap of information about this new "prey" billions of times each second.

At last, his gaze settled on a top-secret document at the center of the screen.

It contained all the original data for the Doomsday Project, stolen from Lex Luthor's servers.

"Project name: Anti-Divine Biological Weapon."

"Genetic template: Kryptonian Military Commander Zod."

"Modification plan: combine the adaptive genes of Earth's most extreme organisms with... human malice and hatred."

A cold smile touched Link's lips.

So it was that madman Luthor.

On the screen, Doomsday took a Bunker Buster head-on. Its skin was merely scorched, and within three seconds, the blackened patch peeled away to reveal a harder layer of gray keratin.

"Interesting."

Link tapped a finger lightly against the Throne's armrest.

"Physical impacts raise its body's density and