Link sat on the Throne at Chaos Direction's Earth headquarters, his eyes closed in contemplation.
His consciousness roamed the entire universe, sensing the pulse of every corner.
War had vanished, famine had ended, and disease had been cured.
Countless civilizations revered his name as that of a god, singing his praises day and night.
This was a perfect universe, a paradise he had created with his own hands.
Yet a trace of unease lingered in Link's heart.
The final warning from the Check-In System hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles, preventing him from truly enjoying this peace.
"'They' are here..."
What terrifying beings lay behind those simple words?
Just as Link's will surveyed the universe's frontiers, another scheme quietly unfolded in the shadows of Gotham City.
Inside the Batcave, Bruce Wayne stared at an enormous data screen.
On the screen, a map of Gotham City was divided into countless grids. One small area flashed a glaring red, indicating a crime rate spiraling out of control.
That was Harley Quinn's "masterpiece."
In search of fun, she had secretly shut down the Mind Field over that area.
To Link, who controlled the entire universe, this act might have been nothing more than an insignificant blemish.
But to Batman, it was the opportunity he had long awaited—the first crack in that perfect prison.
He had never believed in absolute peace, much less a "paradise" imposed by one individual's will.
He studied Harley Quinn's profile on the screen, a calculating gleam in his eyes.
He knew Harley was Link's only "weakness," the sole human anchor within his cold divinity.
To fight a god, he first had to target that god's "Apostle."
But he also knew that Harley's loyalty to Link was almost blind. Any sermon about "justice" or "freedom" would only