Chapter 120· Extra 8
15.
Bruce fell silent.
Clark looked left at Bruce, then right at the giant statue standing before them, awkwardly unsure what to do, and fell into the same silence.
If you zoom out, you can see aka Batman and aka Clark, who have turned into small grains of rice, standing at the foot of a pure white statue that is as big as a giant, looking up at the statue in unison.
The bat mask blocked Bruce's expression, and one could only see his motionless appearance and unusual silence, while Clark Kent, aka Superman, who showed his face openly, had a stunned expression on his face.
"Have we entered the wrong universe?" Clark hesitated and asked his soul, "The Messiah shouldn't be here..."
Bruce responded with an eerie silence.
What made Batman and Clark abandon their image?
What made Batman speechless and Clark shocked?
It's a statue, a pure white statue!
The pure white statue standing high above holds the earth in its hands, looking down at the humans below with a cold expression and nothing in its sight.
Bruce knew that many areas on Earth practiced the worship of gods, and some people even worshipped historical or real figures as gods. This statue was most likely a product of the worship of gods.
But if only this god wasn’t his child!
Bruce looked up at the Messiah statue for a while with extremely complicated emotions. He had witnessed the Justice League ruling the earth, and he had also witnessed the universe where good and evil were reversed, but the impact of the Messiah statue on him was far greater than all of them.
He knew that there would be huge differences between parallel worlds, but seeing the Messiah being worshipped as a god was like seeing his own clingy and spoiled kitten transform into a tiger that was dominating the world and was worshipped by a group of humans as a god cat from Earth.
Clark said "uh" and "ah" for a while. Judging from his changing expression and the way he listened attentively, he must have heard some particularly shocking information with his super hearing.
"Incredible." The experienced Kryptonian was stunned. "Unexpected possibilities."
Ever since arriving in the parallel world where the little Messiah ran away from home, Clark seems to have no other expression except being stunned.
He single-handedly killed all criminals, suppressed the resistance army led by the Justice League, brainwashed criminals to form his own army, forcibly established the Garden of Eden, ordered all criminals' children to be brought up alone, divided all the world's wealth equally, enforced curfews and other prohibitions, and maintained his rule over the earth for nearly ten years by himself.
The people called him the "White Tyrant", but even after his rule was overthrown, tens of millions of people still missed his rule, even built statues for him, and fanatical believers established a religion based on his belief.
And this person is actually the same person as the little Messiah who would cry and beg him for help so that he wouldn't have to do his homework?!
Clark silently wrapped himself in the red cloak, feeling that this strange parallel world was a little scary.
Suddenly, Clark moved his ears and heard the sound of someone approaching.
"Someone's coming."
Clark whispered a reminder to Bruce beside him. Without saying anything more, the two of them moved in perfect tacit understanding, one flying high into the sky while the other dodged and hid in the shadows.
The pure white statue standing at the edge of the desert fell silent again until several men and women in white robes approached.
They should be living in a desert town near the statue, and judging from their skillful use of buckets and soft brushes to clean the statue, they must have come to worship the statue more than once, and it is even very likely that they were the builders of the statue.
Bruce gathered his cloak, stood sideways in the shadows, and silently observed the white-robed men outside the shadows. He witnessed them kneeling and praying at the feet of the statue after cleaning it.
"Selfless Son of God, Messiah, thank you for everything you have given me, so that I no longer suffer from hunger and homelessness."
An old woman knelt down tremblingly, and the young man who had obviously accompanied her was carefully supporting her.
“If the Messiah were still here…” The old woman held the young man’s hand tightly, tears welling in her eyes. “If only He were still here, it would be so wonderful.”
The young man shook his head silently. Judging from his expression, he agreed with the old woman's statement, but seemed a little hesitant and conflicted about it.
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and the white film on the black bat mask also shrank.
What did the Messiahs of this world do?
Bruce made some speculation based on the reactions of several men in white robes, but no matter which possibility it was, it was very inconsistent when applied to the little Messiah.
Bruce didn't know at this moment that after these white-robed men left, there would be even more divisive and shocking news waiting for him.
——The little Messiah who would cling to his neck and act coquettishly has transformed into a white tyrant in this world, ruling the earth with cold and brutality.
Bruce eavesdropped on the conversation between the men in white robes, his heart filled with worry about the little Messiah. He was worried that the little Messiah would be in danger because of his appearance. The Messiah in this world seemed to have a special place in the hearts of many people.
Messiah has only received the simplest basic training, which is far from enough when facing those special characters. The only magic that can allow him to protect himself must be cast by the hanging ring.
If someone steals the ring, then...
Bruce's face looked extremely ugly.
When he learns that the Messiah of this world once ruled the Earth, his worries will probably increase tenfold. And when he sees the little Messiah again, who is not only living a good life but also a little reluctant to leave, these worries will turn into an equal amount of anger.
Let us observe a moment of silence for the little Messiah in advance.
Amen.
16.
The little Messiah, who was sitting on the back of Jason's motorcycle, suddenly sneezed violently.
“A-choo!”
Little Messiah sniffed in confusion, not understanding why he was sneezing.
He doesn't have a cold, does he?
Jason silently slowed down the motorcycle and whispered, "Give you my coat?"
The little Messiah wanted to shake his head to refuse, but he felt an inexplicable chill behind his back, as if someone was secretly scolding him.
This must be an illusion, right? How could someone in this world be scolding him?
The little Messiah rubbed his arms, which were covered with goose bumps, and regarded the chill on his back as a reaction to the night wind.
It does seem a bit cold.
But there's no need to take off your coat, in case Jason gets cold too.
If it was the Jason from their world, Little Messiah would probably have been spoiled and asked for the coat with a clear conscience. However, when facing the Jason from this world, Little Messiah always had a strong desire to protect him.
Little Messiah didn't know where this protective desire came from. He guessed it was related to what he had experienced in this world. That experience might be so unforgettable that even after his memory was sealed, he still had a protective desire for Jason.
It was as if Jason was a fragile object that would break at the slightest touch. If he left his sight or was not carefully cared for, he would shatter into pieces of crystal fragments.
Little Messiah's eyes rolled around and a big lightbulb lit up in his head.
"No need for a coat." The little Messiah chuckled and stretched out his claws towards Jason's jacket. "I have a better idea!"
Jason's body stiffened for a moment, and the soft body, like a small stove, pressed against his back. The closeness beyond the normal social distance made him subconsciously tense his muscles, but he quickly forced himself to relax.
The little Messiah completely—well, half of him—stuck himself into Jason's jacket, rubbed his face against Jason's back in a very familiar manner, and put his arms around his waist.
"Okay." Little Messiah's muffled voice came through his jacket, his voice full of joy, "This way, neither of us will be cold."
Jason was silent for a moment, then said "hmm" calmly, as if he had no reaction to this.
The little Messiah snuggled up to Jason's back, feeling the warm air inside his jacket and couldn't help but yawn.
The small space created by Jason's jacket and back felt very safe. Coupled with the warm temperature and the suddenly quieter sounds in his ears, the little Messiah unconsciously narrowed his eyes.
It was as if he was lying on a soft bed, covered with a fluffy quilt, and someone was by his side, helping him keep watch and telling him his favorite bedtime story...
It feels like... coming... home...
The little Messiah closed his eyes in a daze, and a wave of sleepiness came over him. He subconsciously rubbed Jason's back and soon fell asleep.
Jason heard the breathing behind him become soft and regular. Realizing that the little Messiah had fallen asleep, he quietly slowed down the speed of the motorcycle, trying not to wake the little Messiah up.
It's a long-lost feeling, familiar yet unfamiliar.
Jason had been alone for too long, so long that he had become accustomed to being alone, so long that he almost forgot the time he and Messiah had spent together.
But now, he realized that these were just his thoughts.
He never forgot it, nor did he get used to it.
The night became gentle at this moment. The Gotham evening breeze with the smell of sea water that Jason used to hate was not so annoying anymore. The dark sky covered by heavy dark clouds seemed to brighten up.
Jason enjoyed the long-lost tranquility, and his soul, which had been boiling and roaring since the day he returned to the world, seemed to have calmed down.
It was as if one day, a part of his soul was missing, and there was an extra wound that was bleeding and could not heal. Now that wound was healed by the lost fragment, his soul was able to find peace.
Jason doesn't like to be sad, well, okay, he is a little sad... okay, he admitted that sometimes he is quite sad, but he really doesn't like to regret what happened in the past, or what if something could have been different.
No matter how much I regret and make assumptions, this shitty reality can't be changed. I might as well eat a few more spicy hot dogs and pay more attention to the orphans who walked out of the Garden of Eden.
But now, he couldn't help but think, if only the Messiah could stay.
If the Messiah could stay, then...
Jason suddenly stopped.
His expression unconsciously grew colder as he made eye contact with the red figure squatting on his favorite gargoyle.
...Lucky guy.
Jason looked at the face he saw in the mirror every day, and his mood became a little irritated, especially after seeing the look of surprise on that face.
The astonishment of the counterpart proved that their meeting was purely coincidental.
…Even in finding the Messiah, he was so lucky.
What a lucky guy.
【Author’s words】
Jealousy erupts (×)
Try to finish this copy as soon as possible, I want to live a life without card words
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