13 · Chapter 13
Messiah's tone is bland and, if you ignore the content, it can be said to be completely unintimidating.
But even after reading the content, coupled with the Messiah's slender and harmless appearance, it still doesn't have much deterrent effect.
The moment Messiah finished speaking, Akamri erupted in astonishing laughter.
"Hahahaha, just you?"
"It's better to pray that Batman comes back soon, maybe I can still survive."
"Hehe, Batman is going to be late again."
Even though the Messiah stood in front of them, many super villains still ignored the Messiah and discussed Batman as if no one else was around.
In their eyes, the Messiah is not a person who can be looked upon as an equal, but a toy and a tool to provoke Batman.
Messiah blinked, looking at the Arkham criminals laughing in confusion.
Why are they laughing?
In Messianic common sense, laughter is associated with happiness.
Although Messiah has never experienced the emotion of "happiness" so far, he also knows that humans will feel happy when they like/look forward to something.
"Are you happy?" Messiah asked his question, "Because of death?"
He thought that humans all hated death and were afraid of death, just like Superman.
No one answered Messiah's question, and the criminals in Arkham laughed even louder, their laughter almost blowing off the ceiling of Arkham.
Messiah suddenly understood and nodded, then said firmly, "Oh, you like to die."
Messiah saw the increased laughter as a sign of happier Arkham criminals. His reasoning was correct, as he believed hearing the word "death" would make them happier.
"Great." Messiah said the words of surprise in a calm tone, "You like to die, but I like to kill."
He would achieve his goal and clean up Arkham, and they would get what they wanted—death.
Killing two birds with one stone is a good thing.
Messiah raised the corners of his lips slightly, trying to smile along with the Arkham criminals, but judging by the expression on his face, he had obviously failed.
It wasn't a smile at all, it was just the movement of the corners of the mouth.
He only whispered, "We have reached an agreement."
Messiah's eyes were as calm as water, calmly watching the Arkham criminals who were still laughing wildly, with an indifference that was almost 'nothing' in his eyes.
Did he really not understand why the criminals in Arkham laughed so hard? Did he really not know that they actually didn't like dying?
Maybe.
But the Messiah didn't care.
In the outer area of Arkham, Nightwing, who had hurried over, suddenly looked up at the ward and heard faint laughter.
——Nightwing, the Blüdhaven vigilante, Batman's first Robin, former leader of the Teen Titans, and Batman's adopted son.
"Everything is okay?" Nightwing turned to look at Robin, his expression rarely so serious. "Robin, you are lying to me."
Robin curled his lips and said, "They deserve to die."
"We need to talk after patrol is over, Little D."
Nightwing pulled out the Kari stick and walked towards Arkham Ward: "But now, follow me, there are more important things we need to do."
"No." Robin clenched the kari stick in his hand, "Grayson, you are wrong. They don't deserve to live."
"I won't let you go until this is over."
Messiah stopped listening with his head tilted. The disputes in the outer area of Arkham had nothing to do with him. As long as it didn't interfere with his cleansing of Arkham, it was fine.
He quietly watched the laughing Arkham criminals, intending to give them some respect and wait until they finished laughing before taking action.
However, not everyone stayed where they were. Among the criminals in Arkham there were also cautious and intelligent people like the Penguin.
After Messiah broke into the ward, Penguin prepared to escape secretly. He carefully opened the secret door under the bed in the "ward" - this was originally used to escape from prison. He planned to escape first while others were harassing Messiah.
Messiah moved his ears slightly, and the subtle sound of the secret door opening reached his ears.
The Penguin tried his best to lower his voice, but the Messiah had once imitated Superman and modified his body, and possessed the same sharp super hearing as Superman.
That won't work.
"What does a cleanup mean..." Messiah muttered to himself, "is to kill them all, leaving no one alive."
"Sorry, I can't help it. I'll let you continue."
Messiah raised his eyes, his golden pupils gleaming with a cold metallic light: "You can go and die now."
The next second after he finished speaking, Messiah raised his right hand, his palm facing the cell in Arkham Ward.
He cupped his palms together and squeezed gently.
A warm and holy power surged out, coldly and mercilessly distorting reality.
Blood splattered on the snow-white walls of Arkham, twisted limbs and flesh were scattered all over the ground, the gurgling blood gathered into a pool of blood, and finally extended into a "stream" of blood, flowing all the way to the feet of Messiah.
The white shoes were stained red with blood. Messiah looked down at the dirty shoes and frowned slightly.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, erasing the reality that the Arkham criminals had blood. The flowing blood disappeared out of thin air, and the plump flesh and blood became dry.
Messiah looked around and couldn't help but puff out his cheeks again.
It seems a bit too bloody?
Messiah began to think very seriously. After pondering for a while, he finally got inspiration from the destruction of the metropolis.
The power that could modify reality was like an invisible hand, wantonly stirring up everything in Arkham Ward.
The scattered flesh and blood turned to ashes, the twisted limbs turned into bones, and then quickly weathered away.
Messiah stood in the middle of the empty ward and nodded with satisfaction.
Everything that had been soiling the ward was gone.
Apart from scattered clothes and weapons, and a layer of inconspicuous dust on the ground, the ward was as empty as if the criminals had never existed.
Messiah snapped his fingers again, and even the clothes and dust that proved their existence disappeared.
"The cleanup is over." Messiah muttered to himself, "We can go find Superman now."
Just as Messiah was about to modify the spatial coordinates and leave, he looked at the brand new ward, tapped his hands, and suddenly realized something.
Why didn't he just erase their existence in the first place?
If he had simply modified the reality in which the Arkham criminals existed, wouldn't this have been so troublesome...
"How stupid." Messiah patted his head, flattening the hair on his head in frustration, and lectured his brain, "Next time, remember this."
After everything was over, Batman, who received the alarm message, finally rushed over in a bat plane.
Superman, who had already heard everything with his super hearing, also descended from the sky with joy and knocked a big hole in the ceiling of Arkham.
"This hole probably doesn't need repairing," Superman said in a relaxed tone, "after all, this place will be abandoned in the future."
Superman smiled at Batman, and his cheerful mood made him play a joke on Batman.
"I told you I was right."
Batman pursed his lips, his dark mask hiding the emotions on his face. He didn't even look at Superman as he walked towards the Messiah.
Messiah blinked, confusion written all over his face.
Batman stopped in front of Messiah, the corner of his dark cape brushing against Messiah's calf. He said in a low voice, "Messiah, you shouldn't have made the mistake of following Superman, nor should you have taken another's life at will."
"Superman has bewitched you. You can't make the same mistake again."
Batman's ability to speak always suddenly disappears at the critical moment when he needs it most.
Messiah tilted his head: "No deception."
"I...volunteer."
It should be considered voluntary, right?
Messiah thought about it. Although Superman forced him to join, he also volunteered to observe Superman, so rounding it off should be voluntary.
Superman looked at Batman with amusement, his hand resting on the Messiah's shoulder as if showing off a trophy.
He rubbed Messiah's head and praised him, "Well done, Messiah."
"You proved yourself to me, and I'm so proud of you."
Messiah shook his head slightly and said nothing more.
Bright sunlight poured down from the hole in Arkham and shone on Superman, briefly dispelling the darkness surrounding Superman.
But Messiah could still see the twisting, swirling dark vortex that was constantly devouring Superman.
"Let's go, Messiah."
When Nightwing and Robin, who were waiting in the outer area of Arkham, hurried over, they saw Batman silently staring at the empty ward in Arkham.
"They left?"
Nightwing walked over to Batman and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "B, you know this isn't your fault."
"Superman is, and so is the Messiah," Batman whispered. "If I... no."
Batman paused, not saying anything else. He shook his head and said nothing more.
Messiah and Superman exit the Zeta Tunnel and appear in the Hall of Justice.
——Hall of Justice, the base set up by the Justice League on Earth, which can be teleported to the Watchtower.
Messiah looked at the layout of the Hall of Justice curiously. Superman smiled and introduced the Hall of Justice to Messiah, and then mentioned the government.
"Lex has developed a 'superhuman drug' that can give ordinary people superpowers. The superpower army will be formed soon, and the government has begun to take shape."
Superman briefly mentioned the establishment of the regime, focusing on the Hall of Justice: "In order to better protect the Earth, the regime's headquarters will be moved from the Watchtower to the Hall of Justice."
Once upon a time, the Justice League set up its headquarters in a watchtower outside the earth in order to make the Justice League independent of governments and become a superhero organization outside of politics.
Now, the regime has set up its headquarters in the Hall of Justice on Earth so that it can monitor and handle everything on Earth in real time and become an organization that controls the Earth in its palm.
Messiah automatically replaced "protect the earth" with "rule the earth" in his mind, and then nodded thoughtfully.
He seemed to have learned something.
Superman smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "All members of the regime will live in the Hall of Justice in the future. I have also prepared a room for you here. You can live here from now on."
Ever since Messiah killed the soldiers in front of him, Superman has always had a vague sense of unease in his heart, and this unease has made Superman unconsciously distrust the Messiah.
This distrust, which even Superman himself was not aware of, prevented him from mentioning the matter of living in the Fortress of Solitude to the Messiah again.
After settling the Messiah, Superman hurried away.
Messiah quietly watched Superman's back as he left, and tilted his head.
In the control room, Cyborg was standing in front of a supercomputer operating something, and Superman landed beside Cyborg with his arms folded.
"Have you found the information about the Messiah?"
After subconsciously developing a crisis of trust in Messiah, Superman finally remembered to investigate Messiah's past.
Cyborg shook his head and pulled up Messiah's information on the screen. The pitifully small amount of information was squeezed into a corner of the screen.
"Because of Metropolis..." Cyborg vaguely mentioned the word, "a lot of information that wasn't electronically archived was lost. The only information we could find was his birth certificate and family information."
"Messiah Acker, from Metropolis, both parents are dead."
This is all the information Cyborg could find out about Messiah.
Superman frowned and was about to say something, but Cyborg's next words relaxed his brow.
"However," Cyborg added, "considering that teenagers nowadays cannot live without the Internet, I investigated Messiah's social media accounts and browsing history and found a lot of information."
Cyborg tapped a few times on the keyboard, and a social account appeared on the screen.
Messiah's silly headshot appeared in the upper left corner of the screen. Superman couldn't help but take a look at the headshot. It looked like a photo taken by someone who didn't know how to use a mobile phone very well, and put his face close to the camera.
For the first time, Superman realized that the Messiah's face, which was as exquisite as an oil painting, could look so stupid.
[Everyone, I am the Messiah, I am tired of being a student, please give me some pointers.]
This is Messiah’s first post on the social media platform.
【Author’s words】
Messiah is actually a small internet celebrity [dog head] because he is too abstract, he is regarded as a virtual blogger, and then he will follow every fan back, so [dog head]
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