Now, Spectre Universe, Sepulk.
With a flash of light, the massive throne and the little green bald man beside it appeared on this artificial star.
Perpetua raised her head to watch the black lightning flashing across the sky, as well as the Anti-Mother Box structures woven into a red grid. She nodded with a measure of approval.
"Using energy to support a Hyper space structure, the life-form called Darkseid has touched upon the threshold of creating a universe. He could be called a genius among lesser beings."
Luthor smiled but did not reply. In truth, he believed he was the true genius. If he had accumulated knowledge for as long as Darkseid had, he would surely have surpassed him by far.
Mother of the Multiverse did not even look at Luthor's expression. She merely controlled the throne as it carried her slowly forward, surveying the empty, chaotic streets as she delivered her next assessment:
"But it is only the threshold. Rather than saying he created a new universe, it would be more accurate to say he cut off a piece of an existing one. Baking a cake and cutting a cake are entirely different matters."
"At least he cut it beautifully." The little bald man nodded, agreeing with his mother's judgment. Of course, that was as far as his agreement went.
He knew that with the Goddess's help, his future achievements would certainly not stop at this level. From what she had implied, she would even teach him how to create a multiverse. How wonderful.
Perpetua brushed her red skirt and stopped in a relatively open plaza. The surrounding metal buildings all looked different from one another, and there was not a soul in sight.
If she did not still intend to make use of this "bridge," she would have