The Third Seal: Famine

"Where am I?" Doomsday awoke from his dream, looked around at the people around him, every cell in his body screaming for him to unleash a massacre, but only one thought occupied his mind.

Cannot.

That was my best friend, my brother, my partner, and my ally.

We must not make a move.

Doomsday's hand fell to his sides. "Well, I'm a little hungry now."

"Oh, I'll take you to eat." Superman nodded. "Everyone, you can leave now. I'll take him to eat."

"Be careful," Green Lantern said warily. "Although he seems to be under control, he's still dangerous—"

"----Is it dangerous?" Superman pointed to himself. "Am I no more dangerous than him?"

"No, you should say Doomsday. Your power is too great. I'm sorry, I can't let you do as you please." Then you should have simply grabbed him with one hand and sealed him away.

"Only Batman would do something like that," Superman remarked.

"I wouldn't." Batman rolled his eyes.

"That's true, you've only come up with one plan for Doomsday so far."

"First of all, not one," Batman said. "Secondly, I planned this a year ago."

"Why?"

No one thought anything of it; that's just the kind of person Batman is—he always makes thorough preparations to prevent things from getting out of control.

However, what most people don't know is that while Batman publicly states his level of preventative measures is one point, everyone feels that he's secretly taking two points, and they can accept that, they just haven't said it aloud.

But in reality, Batman has actually achieved more than ten percent, even for himself.

Even after witnessing the corruption of the Dark Knights and overcoming his own inner Dark Side, Batman still devised numerous early warning plans—including one that he had Roland execute, which can be considered quite extreme.

"I'm taking him out to eat first," Superman said, flying away with Doomsday.

A week later, the Kent Family was plunged into a financial crisis.

"This is a huge problem." Lois looked at the ledger in her hand, feeling a chill run down her spine. "What are you doing? Where did our savings go?"

"I only bought a pair of shoes," Conner said. "Is that a big deal?"

"I just bought some Superman merchandise." The Superboy-Prime pulled a Kryptonite Superman statue from its lead case.

Upon exiting, Conner collapsed to the ground.

"I was just eating normally—" Doomsday shrugged.

"Your meal allowance is almost equal to the entire Wayne Enterprises's! Not only do you eat a lot, but you're also picky about the food." Lois sighed, "This can't go on."

"You should talk to Doomsday about this; we didn't spend much," Conner muttered.

"Those shoes of yours are a limited edition, and they've already cost five figures," Lois said with a dark expression.

"This—cough cough, it's all Lex Luthor's evil plan—" Superboy-Prime explained.

"Anyway, the three of you need to go to work," Lois said. "Self-reliance will bring you plenty."

"I don't need a job. I'm Superman, being a superhero is my job," Superboy-Prime said matter-of-factly.

"Then what should we eat?" Lois asked helplessly.

"Yes, what do you want to eat?" Doomsday nodded.

"I'll just find some treasure or diamonds, exchange them for money, and then focus on being a superhero," Superboy-Prime said after thinking for a moment.

"Is this something Superman would do?" Lois said dejectedly. Her family had a bunch of problem children; the group was difficult to manage.

Ah.

"That's true." Superboy-Prime nodded. "I'll go find Batman later."

"I'll go find Tim." Conner nodded.

"I'm going to find Roland," Doomsday said. "They're both in Gotham, let's go together."

"Wait, what are you going to do with Roland?" Lois asked, puzzled.

"As everyone knows, you get meals if you work at Roland Cathedral," Doomsday said.

Roland Cathedral.

"No meals provided!" Roland refused outright. "We're just a Church; a single Eucharist is enough. Why do you expect us to be fed? Is that even in accordance with sacrament?"

"If that's the case, is your Eucharist sacramental?" Doomsday said sarcastically. "The bread in Eucharist represents the body of Jesus; the wine in Eucharist represents the blood of Jesus, so what does this squid ring represent?"

"---- Holy Foreskin."

"----How am I supposed to eat squid after this?" Doomsday said with a dark face.

"In short, my food reserves are insufficient, so I can only take in the Little Boy— " Roland suddenly paused, "Wait, Eucharist— "

"What's wrong?"

"Have you ever heard the story of the five loaves and two fish?" Roland asked.

"Of course, Jesus fed five thousand people with five barley loaves and two fish." Doomsday nodded. "You can do that too?"

"No," Roland shook his head, speaking honestly, "But I can learn."

Israel.

On the Sea of Galilee.

The Church of the Miracle of the Loaves.

"Does learning a sacred spell require traveling this far?" Doomsday asked, puzzled.

"This is called a pilgrimage to the holy land." Roland stuffed a Hamburger into the family bucket and infused it with Holy Power.

"—That's incredibly blasphemous of you." Doomsday glanced at the surrounding Israel Magicians. "We seem to be surrounded."

"Let them see." Roland's Holy Power surged in his hands, causing a group of Israel Magicians to break out in a cold sweat and dare not approach.

"Which Angel is this?!" a Magicians stammered.

Roland ignored them and continued working on his task.

"Is this holy spell very difficult?" Doomsday asked.

"That seems to be the case." Roland nodded. "Could it also be related to quantity?"

As he spoke, he took five Hamburger and two pieces of fried cod and began to try them.

"Hmm—" Doomsday picked up a Bible and began to read aloud inside the Church of the Miracle of the Loaves, "Here was a child with five barley loaves and two fish, but what is that for so many people? Tell me, shouldn't the Little Boy give you the food before you can use it?"

"It's not impossible," Roland said after thinking for a moment.

"I was just saying," Doomsday said, eating the unused food from the family bucket.

"Whatever, let's give it a try." Roland snapped his fingers, teleporting the Little Boy from the Church over to him. He had the boy hand him Hamburger, and after another experiment, it worked!

"Why is this happening?" Roland was completely baffled.

"So, you guys have a fundamental problem in this area," Doomsday suddenly realized.