An Agreement Between Kings!

Stealing?

No, I call this learning and drawing inspiration. How can anything involving knowledge be called theft?

Link silently quipped to himself, while an inscrutable smile remained on his face.

He knew that the move he had just pulled off was already his limit.

What he had obtained was ultimately only a "fragment." He was like a rookie programmer who had only learned "Hello World," while the man opposite him was the grandmaster who had written the entire operating system.

He had only managed to neutralize one attack by catching his opponent off guard. In a real fight, the little trace of the omega effect inside him would be completely overwhelmed by the other man's far greater, purer power in less than three seconds.

A bluff only works once.

The smart move is to quit while you're ahead.

"I merely showed you that I'm not a bug you can crush whenever you please."

Link willingly let the red light fade from his eyes and made a gesture calling for a truce.

He had achieved his goal.

He had recklessly tested the limits at death's door, successfully checked in, obtained a trump card that could save his life, and even put on one hell of a show right in the enemy's own home, to his face.

Perfect.

Now it was time to figure out how to leave safely.

Darkseid watched Link without immediately launching another attack.

He fell silent.

As one of the universe's most powerful gods, he had never encountered anything so bizarre in all his long life.

A mortal, a "New God" who had appeared out of nowhere, had gathered three Infinity Stones in a short span of time, mastered Apokolips's spatial technology, and even... "learned" his omega effect right before his eyes.

"Genius" and "monster" were no longer