allendalepharm Chapter 411 The Realm of Nothingness
Chapter 411 The Realm of Nothingness
Chapter 411 The Realm of Nothingness
The flames overflowing from hell were still burning, but Joey stood still.
The blood-red sunset cast Joey's shadow on the ground, outlining a twisted and enormous shadow covered in spikes.
The void brought him back to the day he was most furious.
That was also the day that officially began this entire journey.
Seemingly sensing that Joey hadn't lifted his foot, the Void stopped waiting. The ground beneath Joey's feet moved forward rapidly, pulling him to the center of the farm in a short while, where the inferno was burning everything.
In the heart of the inferno, the two offspring of the Triple Demon—Raven and Wrath—are locked in a standoff.
Upon seeing Joey's return, the blood-red, enraged demon spoke first: "You're a real loser. Maybe if you'd come back a few minutes earlier, none of this would have happened!"
"What's the point of doing so much for all these complete strangers?"
The raven, its face veiled by a shadow cloak, echoed, "Infinite worlds, all universes, await your salvation, but no one is waiting for you to come home. Is it worth it?"
The two demons' questions were reduced to whispers, ringing in Joey's ears, but the only response he received was, "Are you done?"
Ignoring the two demons whispering in his ears, Joey crossed the sea of fire, uttering only his final words: "I'll be back."
The true language of the devil does not come from the devil, but from the dark side of one's own heart.
These questions are not posed by a real demon, but rather by Joey's own inner doubts.
If I had come back earlier, would things have been different?
Or perhaps after leaving home, one drifts further and further away, yet can never quite grasp the original goal. What was the purpose of all this?
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs," and saving the world isn't a question that can be defined by whether it's worth it or not.
Joey knew clearly what his ultimate goal was, but at this moment, he had to focus on the present.
Moreover, he had a strange intuition that he might not be far from that goal.
The raging hellfire before him vanished after Joey took a few steps forward, and he found himself in a desert.
"Where is this?"
Feeling the scorching sand beneath his feet and the blazing heat of the surrounding air, the harsh environment made Joey think he had returned to the world of "Doomsday": "Krypton?"
He looked up—not at Raoh, the aging red sun on Krypton, but at a young, dazzling sun so bright it was hard to look directly at it.
Yes, the sun.
After walking across the sand dunes and seeing a highway, Joey already knew where he was.
Joey didn't move forward, but the road beneath his feet was already leading him ahead, with an overturned jeep burning in the middle of the road.
The rear of the jeep was completely blown through, and a huge crater was clearly visible in the middle of the road on the rear side.
Now, Joey can even use his incredibly fast brain to calculate that it was a 155mm artillery shell that hit both the rear of the vehicle and the road.
He can also accurately reconstruct the entire process of a car being blown up and tumbling through the air based on the crater and the point where the car overturned.
A few steps further, the flames on the jeep, ignited by the artillery fire, were extinguished in the blink of an eye for Joey.
Joey's gaze fell into the car, where he saw several charred corpses, completely burned to a crisp.
Unfortunately, Joey didn't have the ability at that time; he had no way to avoid it.
Everything in the car was destroyed, except for one thing—Joey pulled an object from the body's arms in the back seat of the jeep.
The camera is intact.
The camera in Joey's hand was priceless to him at the time, even in terms of its physical value alone.
Not to mention, as Joey was flipping through the photos inside, she found that they perfectly matched the ones she had left in her memory.
War correspondents don't always point their cameras at war machines like machine guns, cannons, and tanks. More often, what they capture on camera is the horrific scene of "bones exposed in the wilderness, and not a rooster crowing for miles."
During those times, Joey would think, "Maybe it would be great if there really was a Superman."
Joey lifted his feet off the ground and flew towards the sea. The surrounding scenery rapidly disappeared as Joey moved, and he felt as if he had crossed an invisible barrier.
The scene changed again, and this time, it was no longer Joey's memory.
He arrived at a laboratory and saw the sentry.
Or rather, Bob.
Robert Bob Reynolds, the drug addict, initially entered the lab simply to try out the drugs they claimed to be potent.
Outside the lab, various researchers were watching him from a secluded area. They looked at Bob as if he were a lab rat—after all, he was just a poisonous insect, and if he died, he died; nobody cared.
The scene shifts again, and the entire laboratory is now shrouded in endless shadows. The researchers are all reduced to ashes by this black mist.
The culprit behind this disaster sat in the center of the laboratory, enveloped by a dark and profound void, looking at Joey: "What's the point of all this? Don't you think you have a bit of a 'messianic complex'?"
The energy collisions between the two during their previous battles were so frequent and profound that their energy fields have now begun to completely confuse.
Just now, when Joey was watching his own origins and the Sentinels' origins, the Sentinels were also watching him.
"Which one are you?" Joey stood facing the shadowy figure. "Bob? A zombie? Or nothingness?"
"That's not important. What's important is—"
The non-existent face turned to another direction in the laboratory, where there was a window through which he could see the outside world.
Looking at Spider-Man and Batman, who had fallen into the same abyss as him, he was bewildered, especially by Joey before him: "Just how vast is the emptiness within you? So vast that you need to fill it with the identity of a savior?"
Perhaps everything Joey did was meaningless in the eyes of "nothingness": "Why not just—let them die?"
"I'm not going to argue with a wicked person like Bob."
Having come this far, Joey simply pulled up a foldable chair and sat down on it: "So, tell me, what do I need to do to get you?"
If the other person says they want to defeat him here, Joey will grab the folding stool he's sitting on and swing it at them in the next second.
"An evil personality?"
The Sentinel, or rather, the Void, chuckled lightly: "You have no right to judge me."
Nothingness was originally the opposite personality of Sentinel Bob, but now that Bob's true form has been twisted into that state by the zombie virus, Nothingness has become much more normal: "I have a way—that is to let me out."
"But before that—" Void then pointed to the shadow behind Superman: "You'd better figure out how to take care of yourself first."
Joey turned around and realized that the shadow cast by his human form under the light was that of a huge, deformed, and twisted creature covered in thorns.
The most troublesome thing is that this twisted shadow is also constantly devouring the ethereal black shadow, spreading in all directions—
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Meanwhile, the Green Lantern Spider-Men also saw a turning point.
The little spider in this universe jolted awake, the first to awaken from the void.
In this universe, Spider-Man is just starting high school, his Uncle Ben is still alive, and Gwen Stacy has only just met him.
His biggest worry as he grew up was sometimes seeing Aunt Mei frowning and deep in thought as she looked at her monthly bills, her finances strained.
Because of Joey's existence, he should be considered one of the luckiest Spider-Men in the multiverse.
Uncle Ben's death, Gwen's death—none of these ever happened.
The nightmares of the Spider-Men were ineffective against him.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the other Spider-Men trapped in a nightmare, and the Green Lantern Barrier they were holding together was dissipating and collapsing.
The lamp ring, born from willpower and imagination, just happens to meet its greatest nemesis—emptiness, which strikes directly at the most unavoidable part of the soul.
Takuya Yamashiro, struggling to stay afloat, was about to collapse. Superman and the zombie Sentinel were about to fall into the heart of New York City. A small Spider-Man felt a chill run down his spine, but he couldn't stand idly by. He remembered what Superman had once told him—
The only thing that limits a Green Lantern is his own willpower and imagination. As long as his will and imagination never stop, there is no limit to the light of the Green Lantern.
Having realized this, the little spider exhausted all his imagination to reach the ultimate limit of his will: "Keep the green light on!"
Spider-Man's ring shone with unprecedented light, and the Green Lantern Barrier, which had begun to disintegrate, reformed, while the spreading black mist was driven back to the center by the emerald green light.
The central area, which had been the site of intense fighting, was now deathly silent.
The little spider knew it couldn't wait any longer.
During their previous battle with Galactus, these Spider-Men had already figured out, through mutual exchange, that the powerful Superman couldn't lose consciousness.
Because when he loses consciousness, the truly unconscious part always comes out and moves around.
At this moment, as the only Green Lantern present who remained conscious, Spider-Man Peter Parker, together with Takuya Yamashiro, had to shoulder the burden that the previous dozen or so Green Lanterns had shared:
They want to take Superman and the zombie Sentinels to even greater heights to protect the other innocent people in New York City!
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