While Deathstroke and his group were meeting, in the Dark Multiverse, on Earth -3.
Under the cloak of night, countless violent gangs and Men in Black gathered in Metropolis Square, listening to their great leader's televised address.
On the massive screen mounted on the side of the Planet Television Station building, Ultraman, clad in a red-and-blue uniform with a U symbol on his chest, announced his decision to the people, his eyes glowing red.
Rain poured down. The foul acid rain drowned out the smell of blood. In this universe, everything tended toward chaos and slaughter.
The sky seemed oppressively low. Lightning streaked through the dark clouds, driving the rain rapidly to the ground. The pattering sound carried the chill of an autumn night as it struck everyone.
"Raise your heads! You maggots! Hear the words of your god!" Ultraman crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging high, his sturdy arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs. "Look at our sky. Destruction has descended upon the Multiverse. Now, only by proving our value to the Creation Goddess can we embrace the Future!"
Ultraman paused briefly. Screens of every size throughout the city displayed his face, twisted into a cruel smile.
Quiet discussions broke out in the streets, but more people simply held all manner of weapons and waited silently for something.
As though giving everyone time to look up at the sky, Ultraman continued, "It seems you all know what I'm about to say. Then I hereby declare the slaughter has begun. Whether you kill your family or your friends, when the sun rises tomorrow, only those who have killed ten people will be qualified to survive on my Earth! I will take you to pledge yourselves to the Goddess, and then you will gain endless power!"
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