Chapter 66 Damian vs. Unjust: One player sacrificed, stable...
“I…” Shazam met Injustice’s emotionless scrutinizing gaze and finally belatedly realized the tense atmosphere. But after hesitating, he firmly said his true thoughts: “I said I disagree. We can’t destroy cities just because they oppose us, nor should we invade other dimensions. We are superheroes, not invaders.”
"very good."
The moment Bu Yi Chao finished speaking, Wen Yue's eyes narrowed. Without thinking, she reached out to grab Bu Yi Chao's cape, but her hand grasped at empty air. The player couldn't stop him at all; Bu Yi Chao's speed was comparable to that of the Flash.
Unjust Chao flashed forward, grabbing Shazam by the neck and lifting him up. The feeling of suffocation filled Shazam's senses, preventing him from uttering the transformation spell "Shazam" and from summoning magical lightning to escape.
In his deep blue eyes, it seemed as if a storm was silently brewing. Shazam struggled to pry open the restraints on his neck but was powerless; Injustice's hand slowly tightened.
"Let go." The Flash broke free from Green Lantern's grasp and appeared beside the two, tearing at the arm that was choking Injustice. "Are you going to kill him? Let go now."
"Are you going to stop me?" Unjust Chao turned to look at The Flash, his eyes glowing red.
not good!
Wen Yue darted between Injustice Superman and The Flash, not daring to add fuel to the fire. Using a roundabout tactic, she pointed at The Flash and said, "You're the one who should let go. Is this the attitude towards the Supreme Councilor? Superman can do whatever he wants. Does he need your interference?"
"Get out of the way, Damian." The Flash shoved the player aside, telling the little brat to go play somewhere else.
Wen Yue's brow twitched: "..." This teammate is really hard to manage. Can't we give the player a chance to turn the tide?
"TT, how dare you talk to me like that? You're provoking me." The player, having mastered Damian's character, immediately raised his hand to clash with his knife, the blade sweeping upwards to force Flash back. "Brother, sorry, but you'd better hold back, or your life will be over."
"Don't push me." The Flash took a few steps back, his Speed Force ready to be unleashed.
Wen Yue said helplessly: "Big brother, you shouldn't have pushed Superman so hard. If Superman gets serious, you'll be beheaded and have to fight him."
With a determined look, the Flash charged toward the player, surrounded by golden lightning. He was knocked away the moment he got close, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times.
Injustice stood before the player, his feet off the ground, looking down at the Flash who was resisting him one after another, his eyes filled with a blazing red light. Behind him, Shazam collapsed to the ground, his mouth completely sealed by Injustice's freezing breath. He struggled to peel off the ice from the lower half of his face, but even with blood streaming down his face, the ice remained unmoved.
A blazing light spilled from his eyes as Unrighteous raised his gaze, unleashing a burst of heat vision that shot directly at the fallen Flash. In mid-air, a burst of green light erupted, rapidly coalescing into a fluorescent barrier that stood before the Flash. The shifting green light firmly blocked the heat vision; it was Green Lantern Hal who stepped in at this critical moment.
The standoff has gained new members. One after another, members of the alliance have jumped out to oppose Bu Yichao. Bu Yichao's face has visibly turned dark and gloomy, and a murderous intent is quietly spreading.
Knowing that things could not end peacefully today, Wen Yue took the last of her Superman pills, sheathed her sharp blade, and secretly sent a concise message to her little bat bird.
[Plan ahead of schedule, save me. —N2]
The red and green lines divide the world into two distinct sides, their forces evenly matched in a fierce clash. Green Lantern had always known of Injustice's tyranny, and his faith wavered the moment he bowed his head and followed in Injustice's footsteps.
However, at this moment, the ring flashes a dazzling green light, and Green Lantern, with a death wish and a belief in protecting his former self, awakens his past self and unleashes unprecedentedly powerful energy.
The energy within the ring is ultimately finite. Green Lantern had been fighting all day, especially against his own counterpart, leaving the ring almost completely depleted. Coupled with the intense energy consumption at this moment, the green light gradually weakened over time.
Wen Yue approached Shazam, gently patting his shoulder. The ice sealing Shazam's face instantly melted away. Shazam wiped away the blood dripping from his chin, and with a shout of "Shazam!", magical lightning crashed down, engulfing Injustice. Shazam had successfully transformed.
Arcs of lightning filled the area where Injustice was located, the blinding light engulfing the entire space, completely tearing away the false pretense, and the situation instantly became tense.
The flash of magical lightning was fleeting. Wonder Woman shielded Injustice Superman, blocking the attack completely, leaving him unharmed. The two stood side-by-side, their eyes fixed on Shazam, determined to eliminate the greatest threat to Injustice Superman first. Meanwhile, the Flash, despite his injuries, struggled to his feet, ready to rescue Shazam. Cyborg and Hawkgirl blocked the Flash and Green Lantern's path.
The two sides appeared evenly matched, but in reality, all those present combined were no match for Unjust Chao alone, especially since not everyone opposed him. In the current situation, all those who opposed him were already courting death.
Spicy meatballs.
In the corner, the player's smile couldn't hide his bitterness.
Seeing that the situation is about to escalate into a major conflict, the only option now is to stall for time with words. Shifting the blame elsewhere is also a possible solution, but where should the blame be shifted to? Players fear that if it's shifted again, it could escalate into a world war.
Wen Yue closed her eyes and decided to take a two-pronged approach. Embracing the fearless spirit of "If I don't go to hell, who will?", she resolutely stepped into the battlefield.
Let the storm rage on; sacrificing one player is enough to stabilize the chaotic situation.
I'm stalling for time, waiting for the rebels to gather; all eyes are now on me.
"Hahahahahahaha!" Wen Yue, cosplaying the evil and maniacal Damian, stepped out from the crowd, attracting everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere could not stop the players' desire to perform. Today, the players were going to take revenge on everyone present except for the youngest Shazam. No one would escape.
“Damian…” Shazam looked bewildered.
"What are you laughing at?" Bu Yichao frowned at the player.
Wen Yue calmly and leisurely stopped her maniacal laughter, raising her sharp, sword-like eyebrows as if she could see through the hearts of everyone present. She spoke with a tone of feigned pride: "Compassion is better than conquest, courage is fearless in the face of power. Such a person who cares for all living beings, is willing to fight for others, and whose soul is pure and radiant—of course I'm not laughing at Billy." What the players were laughing at was obvious.
"What did you say?" Bu Yichao couldn't believe it. Damian, who had just been helping him, had suddenly turned against him.
"I'm not laughing at him, I'm laughing at you, and all of you." The player, possessing immense offensive power, swept his gaze over the members of the alliance, shook his head with a disdainful sneer, and said mercilessly, "I laugh at Superman, your super brain is just for show, incapable of distinguishing right from wrong. I laugh at you, a bunch of reckless brutes made up of a bunch of brave but foolish mobs. I laugh at the alliance, you are all the same kind of people, dreamers. And it's time for you to wake up from this ridiculous and childish dream."
"Look at the once most powerful superhero team in the world, which has evolved into an uncontrollable power structure. Is this what you originally wanted?" Wen Yue slowly stepped into the battlefield, approached Shazam, and with a slight wave of her hand, Shazam instantly teleported to the side of Flash and Green Lantern.
Unfazed by the astonished looks of others, the player continued with a group attack strategy: "What truly shapes a hero is not talent, not super strength, but choice."
"We are neither prisoners of our environment nor puppets controlled by our talents. On the contrary, we are the masters of our own destiny, possessing the right to choose and taking responsibility for our choices." Everything is a result of choices made in the past, so there's no need to blame others now. The League's supporters weren't blind overnight; they should have a clear understanding of Injustice Superman's brutality. Injustice Superman killed so many people, even superheroes couldn't escape his clutches. A few superheroes who had shed their illusions about him have finally woken up from their dream, while others who still stand by his side remain hopelessly enamored.
"Look at yourselves now, do you even remember who you used to be?" After berating everyone else, it was time to condemn the main culprit who had caused this chaos, Injustice Superman. The player's sharp gaze lingered on Injustice Superman. "Do you still remember who you used to be, Superman? You thought you were a god among men, but in reality, you became a tyrannical ruler. You were immersed in your immense power, but do you still remember what goals you aspired to? Do you still remember how you held fast to your principles throughout the years? Do you still remember the courage you had when facing setbacks and failures instead of running away? Now, you've turned yourself into a tyrant."
"When Metropolis exploded, I wholeheartedly agreed with you killing the Joker, the culprit; when humanity waged war, you led the League to maintain absolute peace, which is understandable; but killing Green Arrow and blaming Batman for everything is incomprehensible; and your strict control over human behavior, categorizing everyone as good or bad, is too extreme; and imprisoning or labeling all those who oppose you as rebels is tyrannical and autocratic; and just now, you even wanted to attack Billy for merely expressing his opposition—'Those who oppose me die'?"
"I say, Superman, when will you finally be able to recognize your own heart?" Even now, he's still like a child indulging in a beautiful dream, acting recklessly.
"You seem unaware of what you're doing or what you're supposed to do. You shout about creating a bright future, but that's not your true intention. The future is just an empty void that no one cares about, it's irrelevant. Only the past is vivid in our minds and makes us uneasy. Its face makes us angry, annoyed, and hurtful, so you want to destroy it, or rather, redraw it. You only want to become the master of the future in order to change that disaster and that failure of the past."
As the player's words tore away all the masks of hypocrisy fell, Buyi's deep blue eyes were like a cold pool with stars in the depths. He clenched his teeth, and his whole body was filled with a surge of ferocity.
The player remained calm and composed, ready to fight anyone who disagreed, indifferent to life and death. While cosplaying Damian, he swept away everything and became himself again. When he got into the mood, even passing rebels would get a good kick from the player.
"Why are you angry? Because what I said hurt you, because you know everything I said is true." Unjust Chao's eyes, a shocking, burning, crimson, churned with a destructive desire that could incinerate everything. Wen Yue, unfazed and unmoved, continued her piercing attack: "Being hurt by the truth is better than being comforted by lies. Stop, Superman, there's still a chance to turn back."
"So, the deepest hidden mole in the alliance was you." Bu Yi Chao said through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
Unjust now realized that the culprit who transferred Luther during the Rebel Alliance battle was standing right in front of him. The feeling of being exposed, provoked, and deceived filled his mind, and even stronger was the burning anger of being betrayed by someone he trusted.
"I'm not a rebel, and I've never joined Batman. Don't assume everyone who opposes you is a rebel." Wen Yue shook her head to clarify, crossing her arms in defense of Damian: "Why do you label everyone who raises objections as a rebel? Does that make you feel comforted?"
Wen Yue's insightful gaze pierced through the weakness in the person before her. Silent disappointment lingered in her heart, and she spoke with explosive sarcasm: "If this is how you comfort yourself, then you are truly a pathetic wretch."
Superman suddenly calmed down, stared at the player, and asked with surprising calm, "Who are you?" Damian could not possibly say such a thing, and he disdained to argue about it.
"Who I am is not important, what matters is who you are." The player skillfully began practicing Tai Chi.
"Kill him." Bu Yichao's face was clouded with gloom, and a low-pressure atmosphere surrounded him as he coldly gave the order.
"I'll wait and see," Wen Yue said calmly, her tone sharp and confrontational.
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Author's Note: *Milan Kundera
*You Yourself Are the Temptation
*The Hypnotist's Notebook
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