Because what did it matter how powerful Dark Night City was?
Not every Origin was willing to bow to someone else, nor was every Origin willing to swallow Lynn's grand promises.
They were all proud. Who would lower their head so easily?
Then there was only one way.
"Set up a powerful enemy in Hell, an enormous, imminent threat-a Sword of Damocles. Once every Origin has tasted the bitterness of defeat, they'll have no choice but to band together for protection."
Colossus listened in a daze.
That was right!
It really did seem to be the case.
The defeat of one or two Origins might not matter, but once that mysterious man spread this threat to every Origin in Hell, it became an entirely different situation.
Because he had already said that once he finished challenging the last Origin in Hell,
he would carry out a deadly purge of all those he had defeated.
And in any world, the best way to unite nations with different demands, different ideals, and even hatred for one another was to introduce a powerful enemy capable of threatening them all. The histories of countless civilizations had long since proven that.
"This guy... if that really is what he's doing, then he's undertaking something monumental!"
Colossus stood up.
Was he going to unite all of Hell's fighting strength?
Silver Fantasy looked up and said,
"His ambitions have probably long since outgrown this little patch of Hell. If we truly want to fight our way back into the Main Universe, unifying Hell is essential. He's already looking farther ahead than any of us."
Before confronting an outside enemy, one had to secure the home front.
That was an essential prerequisite for advancing into the Main Universe.
He was no longer the Night Doctor he had once