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Chapter 118 Instantly Dissolves the Doomsday! Could that be heat vision?! [Bonus Chapter of 10,000 Words]

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The words fell.

Clark didn't even give Locke any chance to respond or process what he said.

The gaze that had just held a hint of strange gentleness suddenly turned cold and sharp, turning towards the three people below whose expressions had drastically changed.

The cold, golden eyes no longer held any of the complex emotions they had just displayed.

All that remained was a pure, suffocating chill.

"Gioruno Charles Lex."

His voice was like rolling thunder, carrying an unquestionable absolute authority and a chilling aura!

"How long do you intend to continue this pointless farce?"

This question was as calm as stating a given fact.

This was in stark contrast to the unusual gentleness he had shown when speaking to Locke earlier.

"Using the 'anchor of time and space,' transcending the boundaries of the universe, to disturb an elder who should be enjoying peace..."

The emperor's voice carried a deep sense of disappointment.

"The ultimate form of your so-called 'resistance' is to repeatedly drag innocent bystanders and even my own blood relatives into your childish and dangerous self-satisfaction?"

He didn't even raise his voice; his gaze simply swept over the three people in turn.

There was no anger, only scrutiny:

“Giorno, using Gold Experience like this will only make your father ashamed of you.”

He only spoke to one person, perhaps because that person was the only one who had the opportunity to communicate with him.

but.
"Clark!"

Lex Luthor abruptly raised his head, his face pale, but a cold, unyielding smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

Do you really think no one can see your selfish motives?

"Do you dare say you have no ulterior motives? Are you expecting us to bring Uncle Locke here?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it precisely broke through the intimidation Clark had created!

"Haven't all our actions been part of your plan all along?" Luther stared directly at the godlike figure in the air and sneered, "Isn't it because you tacitly allowed us to bring Uncle Locke here!"

“That’s true, Clark.”

Professor Charles also struggled to lift his head, his voice slightly weary from the mental struggle, yet unusually clear:
"Lex is right."

"Without your tacit approval, Your Majesty, with your capabilities and monitoring of Earth, we would never have been able to successfully activate the 'Anchor of Time and Space,' let alone bring Mr. Locke here safely."

"My mental barrier may interfere with some conventional detection, but it has never, and can never, truly shield you from the bio-force field that envelops the entire planet!"

He paused, then said, word by word, "You probably sensed it from the very beginning, from the moment Giorno left this universe, didn't you?"

“You are just… waiting, waiting for us to bring that person to you.”

"..."

Hovering in the air, Clark looked down indifferently.

He neither immediately denied nor showed any reaction to these pointed accusations.

“Look at him, Charles, Giorno.”

"It all comes down to it."

Luther's voice carried an almost defiant tone that tore through the silence:

"What essential difference is there between you and us? The most benevolent and virtuous Emperor of Heaven! You are nothing more than a cunning schemer who uses rules and contradictions to achieve your own ends..."

"mortal!"

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Hear this.

Locke, who was standing to the side, had also come to a complete understanding.

I was right.

Giorno and the others went to great lengths to bring him here; they certainly didn't expect him to be some kind of 'persuader'!
They knew perfectly well that this was impossible.

Their true purpose was to use themselves as the only 'bait' that the emperor could not ignore.

They were trying to lure out the reclusive Heavenly Emperor, whom they had been unable to reach by any means!

And Clark...

Locke looked up at his nephew, who was both familiar and unfamiliar in the air.

He probably sensed his arrival from the very beginning.

He felt that his journey had been smooth sailing, and that Glad had even managed to bring him to this core base.

It's possible that all of this was done with his tacit approval or even guidance!
He wanted to see for himself the 'heaven' he ruled and the 'futile' efforts of these rebels.

then……

At this dramatic climax, he descends as the absolute ruler.

Thinking even deeper, it's remarkable that this resistance force has survived to this day and grown to its current size.

It is likely that this was done with Clark's tacit approval or even indulgence.

Otherwise, with the near-divine power and control he displayed, crushing such an organization would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

Everything he did...

Perhaps it's all about creating a 'reasonable' opportunity to meet with oneself.

Locke was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

It contains both the helplessness of being schemed against and exploited by one's closest relatives, and an indescribable feeling born from Clarke...

complex.

"Tsk, what a fussy and awkward emperor."

The disdainful sigh of "Divine Capital" rang in Locke's ears at just the right moment. The little guy seemed to have seen through everything. "After going through so much trouble and making such a fuss, just to see you, Father? And you put on such a ruthless look of interrogation?"

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"Father."

The tone of "Divine Capital" suddenly became somewhat strange:
"I have this feeling... that this seemingly terrifying emperor might actually be no different from our big, goofy brother at heart? Or maybe he's just like that... um...?"

Little Dragon Soul's mutterings were abruptly interrupted.

"Lex, I stand above the heavens."

Clark's voice was straightforward and unpretentious.

He didn't deliberately elevate himself, but naturally possessed an absolute height that looked down upon all living beings;

"This is the chasm between us, destined from the very beginning, forever insurmountable. And you, from back then until this moment..."

"is it?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

A black shadow, resembling a giant bat, flashed in through the edge of the hole in the ceiling with astonishing agility and silence.

"call out!"

Then, using the grappling hook device, they instantly swung to the highest point on one side of the square!
This ordinary, unremarkable mortal appearance...

It's Batman!

He doesn't take any bullshit.

The arms beneath the armor swung repeatedly.

Several small bombs emitting an ominous, eerie green light transformed into darts, slicing through the air and shooting straight at the emperor who was suspended in mid-air!

"Then why don't you tell us yourselves, the 'gods' who are high and mighty above us?"

Batman's voice came through the voice changer, each word carrying a resolute chill.

"—Will you bleed?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The green kryptonite bomb suddenly detonated when it came within a few meters of Clark!

A dense, highly toxic green powder, mixed with a violent energy shockwave, expanded instantly!
It transformed into a deadly poisonous cloud, completely engulfing the golden figure!

Locke's heart skipped a beat!
Kryptonite!

The Star Platinum suddenly appeared behind him, and he instinctively wanted to make a move.
however--

The next scene, however, made Locke's pupils shrink sharply.

"Hu~~"

A soft, almost lazy breath.

It came from the epicenter of that devastating green explosion.

Clark seemed to be surrounded by an invisible force field.

The deadly green kryptonite powder and energy were instantly dispersed by his gentle breath, as if brushing away insignificant dust.

Vanished without a trace!
The emperor showed no signs of pain or weakening, and his suspended posture remained unchanged.

The dark gold armor shimmered with iridescent light, and the scarlet cloak still fluttered slowly behind him, as if the potentially fatal attack had been nothing more than an insignificant illusion.

Clark...

Completely immune to kryptonite?!

Locke instinctively looked at Giorno, Luther, and even Batman, who had just launched the attack, in front of him.

But they noticed that although their faces were shrouded in extreme solemnity, they didn't show much surprise or shock, as if...

Were they already fully aware of this outcome?

"Bruce."

Clark's voice carried an undisguised hint of sarcasm.

"After all these years, there has been no progress whatsoever."

"Charles!"

Batman ignored the taunts and simply shouted urgently down at the crowd below.

"it is good!"

The elderly man in the wheelchair immediately understood, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils instantly turned into a pure, flawless milky white!
A terrifying spiritual force, condensed to the point of being tangible, transformed into a silent tsunami and crashed violently into the god of the human realm in the air!
This unavoidable mental shock is theoretically enough to make any being concentrate and cope—

really
Even the golden figure in the air paused for a moment!
It's now!

Batman's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he had been waiting for this fleeting moment!

Without hesitation, he raised his arm, and a highly concealed compartment on the wrist of his armor instantly popped open.

Something inside was revealed—

A crystal no bigger than a fingernail, yet radiating a strange and warm golden light!
Gold Kryptonite!
This is his real trump card!

If this can be injected into Clark's body, he will be instantly stripped of all the power he obtained from the Yellow Sun!
This will change the overall situation...

"Shh!"

Gold Kryptonite...

Disappeared!
There were no energy fluctuations, no spatial distortions; it vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed!
Batman suddenly looked up at Clark.

The gem, radiating a warm golden light, was now lying quietly in Clark's outstretched palm.

He was just casually using two fingers...

It could even be described as pinching it in a frivolous way.

Slowly opening his eyes, Clark's golden eyes remained completely still.

Only absolute coldness and a trace of...

mercy.

"In terms of mental strength, I certainly can't instantly overwhelm Charles, who has accumulated power over the years..." He calmly stated a fact, as if it were a trivial matter unrelated to himself, "But you..."

He paused, his tone carrying a subtle hint of mockery, as if looking at an ignorant child.

"...When exactly did I begin to have the illusion that I was not completely enveloped by my biofield and that everything was under my control?"

Batman's expression darkened.

He instantly understood everything!
This guy never intended to engage in a mental battle with Charles from the start!
He simply enveloped Charles with his biofield, and yet he managed to forcefully absorb the immense mental energy that Charles was unleashing...

It bounced back completely and violently!
"Ugh!"

Almost as soon as Clark finished speaking, Charles, in his wheelchair below, let out a painful groan.

The white light in his eyes dissipated instantly, his head drooped limply to one side, and he completely lost consciousness.

He was instantly knocked unconscious by the backlash of the mental power he had unleashed with all his might.

"Charles..."

Luther glanced at the unconscious bald man and realized something was wrong.

His strongest ally was so easily...

Ten years have passed, and Clark's power has surpassed their comprehension!
Damn it….
The intelligence gap is too large!
"Mr. Bruce!"

Giorno abruptly turned his gaze to Batman, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Needless to say.

Several miniature generators instantly popped out from the shoulders and back of the Batman suit, quickly forming a temporary energy matrix.

A highly concentrated beam of radiation, simulating the spectrum of the red sun, was instantly activated and shot toward Clark!
This was a backup plan he and Luthor devised based on another fundamental weakness in Kryptonian physiology!

Red solar radiation—!
"Buzz—!"

It was enough to make Clark's body shine with the weak light of any Kryptonian who had absorbed the yellow sunlight.

but.
like water off a duck's back.

It was absorbed and refracted naturally by Clark's body surface like ordinary light, without even making him squint.

The body itself seemed to be completely immune to this energy restraint.

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Take a deep breath.

Bruce looked at the man in the sky who was ignoring him.

All of my conventional methods have failed.

But it's okay.

He is Batman.

He always has a plan.

Another, deeper hidden compartment on the left arm of the armor silently slid open.

An ancient stone was revealed.

It contains magical power that acts directly on the source.

He secretly found this among Dr. Fate's belongings a few years ago.

Simply activate it.

"boom--!"

The runestone is activated the moment it leaves the armor.

It transformed into a twisted, dark purple energy arrow and silently shot towards Clark.

This is an attack that bypasses the bio-force field and strikes directly at the source!

Can.
Ok
Clark didn't even look at the runestone; he simply raised his other hand casually.

A barely perceptible wisp of golden energy swirled around his fingertips, and he gently tapped them.

The runic arrow, imbued with powerful magic, seemed to be directly negated by a higher-level power. It suddenly stopped in mid-air and then silently dissipated into the most basic particles, unable to even produce an explosion.

Magic, ineffective.

Then
There really is only the final solution left.

"Bruce!"

"Don't be impulsive!" Lex shouted, seemingly realizing something. "Don't do that!"

That's too late.

The man named Batman has activated the final device built into his armor.

The device did not directly attack Clark, but rather attempted to force a synchronization with Clark's potentially projected mental perception at maximum power, trying to use the ocean of humanity's most extreme and chaotic emotions: fear, anger, and despair.
To challenge their consciousness.

Even if it only causes a moment of confusion.

He could also prepare to turn himself into the ultimate bomb, using all his remaining energy for a suicide attack!
This armor was crafted by him using the purest kryptonite.

If Clark is overwhelmed by an explosive torrent of energy, an extreme black hole will form.

Enough to tear space apart in an instant, creating a tiny rift leading to the Phantom Zone!
As long as the emperor can be drawn into it.

Even Clark.
He raised his head, his resolute gaze piercing through the mask, locking onto the golden deity in the air.

God?
"I want."

He murmured, his voice soft yet carrying a determination to crush everything.

"I will banish you."

"is it?"

But the man simply uttered two words, responding to an answer that had already been predetermined.

"Om-!"

The Bat Armor's internal energy core instantly surged to its overload threshold, and a torrent of violent energy was about to erupt—

Within a fraction of a second!

It was forcibly invaded by an external, absolute will!

All systems were instantly stripped of control, their throats gripped by an invisible hand, and the restless energy was instantly quelled, returning to deathly silence.

"boom!"

A golden afterimage ignored the distance in space and teleported in front of Bruce.

He didn't even make any visible exertion; his arm just trembled very slightly.

An incomprehensible and irresistible terrifying force precisely struck Batman's composite chest armor, which embodied the pinnacle of human technology!
"Crack——!"

The composite armor shattered and caved in instantly, like paper! The clear sound of cracking bones was drowned out by the even louder roar of the impact!
The dark figure was as if it had been hit head-on by a speeding train!

He was suddenly sent flying backward, crashing hard into the cold metal wall in the distance.

"boom!"

Huge, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the wall surface!

Batman had all his bones removed and slid limply to the ground.

Even the iconic black mask finally succumbed to the impact, slowly cracking and peeling away...

The long-term radiation from kryptonite had already eroded him to this extent, revealing his bald head.

At this moment, Bruce Wayne seemed to have been drained of his last bit of strength to struggle, lying amidst the ruins...

like a statue.

Um.
That's because of Batman.
There will never be only one plan left!
"Click—!"

A very faint, crisp sound, like crystal shattering, suddenly came from Clark's palm!

That's right!

This is the real, ultimate killing move hidden beneath the final insurance policy!
He had already implanted nano-level high explosives inside that gold-plated stone!

Once it leaves the range of the specific stable field of his Bat Armor and loses the suppression signal, the detonation procedure will be activated immediately!
Bruce never naively believed that he could deliver Kryptonite into Clark's body using physical means.

They never even dared to hope that a self-destruct attack could send Clark into a black hole!

They were even prepared to be at a disadvantage in their game against the supreme intelligence known as 'El'.

After all, over the years, in order to shield himself from the emperor's all-pervasive senses, the kryptonite-lined armor he wore year-round had been constantly eroding his body and mind, leaving him in a painful, delirious state most of the time.

and so……

His true last gamble was this high-energy explosion implanted inside the kryptonite, which defied all common sense!

Utilizing the strange energy that inevitably arises the moment high-purity kryptonite energy is destroyed.

The directional energy impact of the superimposed nanobombs could disrupt this perfect divine power!

"boom!"

Under the watchful eyes of Giorno, Luthor, and even Bruce, who were now offering their last glimmer of hope...

The miniature burst of flame and the chaotic, violent flow of golden energy were not immediately dispelled. Instead, as if they had come to life, they instantly enveloped Clark's entire body!

"Om-!"

A subtle, almost imperceptible ripple swept through the air.

And that figure, which was as stable as a mountain, swayed very slightly, almost imperceptibly, yet it was real!
The dazzling golden light flowing around him also briefly showed a ripple-like disorder.

In those eyes, which were like molten gold, the ever-burning light flickered violently, like a light bulb filament with an unstable voltage. The emperor's movements stopped.

He hovered there, motionless.

It worked?!
This tiny yet incredibly real change made the hearts of the three people watching below skip a beat!
gods...

It is not absolutely flawless!
His power still has certain 'rules' that can be touched and influenced!
Giorno!

Lex roared at the top of his lungs!
"?!"

Giorno was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

Now! This is your only chance!
“Gold Experience——!!!”

Giorno roared, pouring all his will and Stand energy into it!

The "Golden Experience" beside him burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light, as if another human-shaped sun had suddenly lit up!
That slender and elegant figure defied gravity.

Leaping into the air at an incredible speed that surpasses visual perception, it transforms into a golden meteor that shoots straight toward the gods in the sky!

Its right fist was clenched tightly, and the energy gathered on its fist was no longer just simple life energy!

Rather, it is a more fundamental, more violent disturbance that directly affects the origin of life!
The dazzling golden light boiled and roared violently on it, emitting a terrifying fluctuation that distorted the surrounding light!
The target was Clark, who had momentarily frozen due to the strange energy of the gold-plated stone!

As long as it hits!

As long as the fist can touch the opponent's body!

Even if it's just a tiny scratch!
He can boost the mental state of the attacked person several times over!
It's an attack on 'life' and 'spirit' itself!

The stronger and more boundless the opponent's vitality!

Then the chain reaction triggered by Gold Experience's punch will become increasingly terrifying and thorough!

And that vast, star-like sea of ​​life, the terrifying vitality belonging to the gods of the mortal realm, goes without saying!
Once it doubles, overloads, boils over!
That violent life energy will force the will of 'god' out of the body, causing it to go into an uncontrollable mental rampage!

This is how Giorno Kent risked everything, aiming for that fleeting opening...

A god-slaying blow!
The golden fist tore through the air, carrying all of Giorno's beliefs and shouts, and slammed into Clark, who was floating in the air!
"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

Everything, however, came to a head at the very moment it was about to touch Clark's body.

They crashed into an absolutely invisible and insurmountable wall.

The energy on the fist vanished silently without even causing the slightest ripple.

“Gold Experience”

His indifferent gaze swept over the stand-in who was so close at hand.

A flicker of memory crossed Clark's eyes.

"Back then, you did the same thing, hiding this power from your only relative."

His gaze passed over the Stand and landed on Giorno, whose face was deathly pale.

"But Giorno..."

"Your uncle won't pause a second time before using the same move."

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Then, under everyone's frozen gaze, Clark…

He slowly lowered his head, took a deep breath, as if savoring a rare delicacy.

It inhaled all the golden smoke and dust produced by the explosion, which contained residual radiation from kryptonite and nanodust.

Then, he slowly exhaled a wisp of pale golden air.

"This is you..."

His deep voice echoed in the deathly silent square, "Giving it all... in a final struggle?"

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Bruce's face was filled with incomprehensible astonishment.

Green Kryptonite is ineffective...

The Red Sun is ineffective...

Magic ineffective...

Even self-destruction…..
He could understand that the emperor would naturally take precautions against this.

but.
Gold Kryptonite...

How could gold-plated gems be ineffective?!

This completely contradicts all the energy response models he built based on Kryptonian physiology!
This is simply...

That's unreasonable! Unless...

His gaze was fixed on Clark in the air, his eyes gradually changing from astonishment to extreme surprise, and finally to unbelievable horror!
He and Clark.
It seems like it's been ten years since we last met, hasn't it?

"You...you're not..."

Bruce's voice trembled without him even realizing it.

He was speechless with shock and disbelief, as if he were seeing a future more terrifying than failure.

"Well--!"

Seemingly struck by an invisible force, Bruce's eyes rolled back, and he promptly passed out.

"Mr. Bruce!"

Giorno was utterly horrified.

Clark's figure returned to mid-air as if he had never moved.

His cold gaze turned to Giorno, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, his body trembling slightly, yet still maintaining a fighting stance.

"Giorno."

"Aren't you surprised? Why was Bruce still hurt even though you've already fitted him with the toy you created using 'Gold Experience'?"

"?!"

Giorno swallowed hard, surprised that his thoughts had been so easily seen through.

Clark spoke, but his voice was devoid of any emotion.

"It's no use, give up, Giorno."

“You have no reason to fight me. It’s always just a ridiculous sense of responsibility.” He paused, his tone carrying a cold judgment. “Without a Stand power driven by hatred, you can never truly hurt your enemy.”

"No reason to take action?!"

His body trembled violently, and the figure of Gold Experience appeared faintly behind Giorno.

He suppressed the immense pressure and gritted his teeth, saying:

"You're wrong, Emperor! I hate you! I hate you..."

"Back then, what I couldn't tolerate the most was you asking me to turn against my own partners and those who trusted me!"

Certain images from the past seemed to have triggered him, causing Giorno's voice to carry a genuine anger.

"Giorno! Stop!"

Luther roared, trying to stop Giorno, who was clearly out of control.

"Don't act impulsively?"

Clark's gaze instantly shifted to Luther, a hint of mocking pity flashing in his golden eyes.

"Lex, tell me."

"Has your brain, hailed as the smartest on Earth, come up with some brilliant plan yet? To prevent Giorno from approaching rashly and to wait for the right opportunity?"

His voice suddenly became absolutely absolute:

"How ridiculous. Whether you approach rashly, approach after careful consideration, or simply stay in despair... your fate will not change."

"That was a result that was already decided in the past!"

The moment he finished speaking, Clark didn't even glance at Giorno, who was trembling with rage.

Giorno suddenly felt an unimaginable pressure pressing down from all directions!
It was as if the air around him had turned into solidified steel!
"Ugh!"

He groaned, his legs unable to withstand the terrifying force. He was slammed to the ground by an invisible giant hand, instantly immobilized and unable to lift even a finger!

"Tear-!"

Even the most gorgeous clothes were instantly torn apart by this pressure!
Beneath the clothes, the vine armor that had been wrapped around his body was slowly crumbling.

"Om-!"

The same force naturally acted on Clark as well!

but.
useless!

This power, which could easily suppress Giorno, seemed so pale and powerless even when it rebounded onto Clark due to the life created by "Gold Experience"!
He had no intention of fighting Giorno.

Biofield!

With just that omnipresent biofield, a single thought completely stripped Giorno of all his mobility! Even Gold Experience was utterly suppressed!

Can't move!

It made him feel like a child, powerless.

even
Gritting his teeth, Giorno could only helplessly turn his gaze to Grandpa Locke beside him.

but.
That tall figure.
They remained unmoved.

They seemed to have absolutely no desire to get involved in the affairs of their world.

Grandpa! Why are you just watching!

Even after witnessing everything in this world firsthand, does your heart still lean towards Uncle Clark?
"Lex, things have come to this."

Ignoring Giorno's constant winks, Clark's gaze was fixed entirely on Luther, one of the only two still standing on the scene.

"What are you still afraid of?" Clark's voice was calm and even. "Weren't the three of you already 'dead' on that fateful night?"

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"?!"

This sentence is like a key.

It instantly opened a Pandora's box in Luther's heart that had been suppressed for so long!

"Clark...you bastard!!!"

Finally, he could no longer control the anger that had been building up for countless years.

The string of reason in my mind snapped instantly!

His handsome face was contorted with extreme anger, making the veins under his bald head bulge slightly.

"Do you think you're the only god on Earth? Do you think this is the end?"

Using all his strength, with a kind of madness that felt like he was going to die together with someone else.

Something seemed to explode in Luther's palm!

His arm was blown to pieces.

but.
That's no longer the point.
"Buzz!!!!"

A deep, terrifying hum, seemingly originating from the depths of the earth, suddenly resounded!
The first roar of an ancient behemoth that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years was forcibly awakened!
The entire massive underground space began to shake violently like never before, ten times more violently than when Clark violently broke through the dome!
hundred times!
The ground shook violently.

The structure of the ceiling emitted a teeth-grinding groan, and large amounts of debris and dust fell down!
Because it's located deep underground, nearly 400 meters below the plaza, in an absolute restricted area!

In the very center of that massive bio-engineered chamber, surrounded by a dense network of thick energy pipes and enormous restraints crackling with dangerous arcs, lies a heart-shaped structure pulsating with life—

A pair of scarlet eyes, burning with the most primal, violent, and pure desire for destruction, suddenly opened!
There was no reason in that gaze, only a madness that wanted to devour everything and end everything!

"BOOM!!!!!!"

The next moment!
In the reflection of Locke's suddenly contracting pupils.

The solid alloy floor in the center of the square suddenly arched upwards like paper and then exploded!
Countless tons of metal fragments and building materials, mixed with scorching energy streams, erupted wildly upwards like a volcanic eruption!
A gigantic, twisted, and terrifying figure that defies all the laws of biological reasoning!
Enveloped in a suffocating aura of despair and destruction, that is the world-destroying demon god who has broken free of his shackles and crawled out from the deepest part of hell!
With a deafening roar, it forcefully broke through the earth and soared into the sky with boundless ferocity!

That hideous body covered in grotesque bone spurs and exaggerated muscles, that unrestrained, absolute power that existed purely for destruction...

Locke stared in disbelief at the monster that had torn the earth apart and descended, his mind even going blank for a moment.

He was truly shocked by this horrifying scene, and his body even subconsciously took half a step forward, as if to confirm that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

Lex Luke in this world is definitely a madman...

They're so utterly depraved...

They even built Doomsday?!
But when faced with this nemesis's creation that crawled out from the ground, Clark simply hovered indifferently in the air.

His golden eyes remained completely unmoved as they indifferently swept over the colossal creature roaring into the sky, radiating an aura of primal destruction, as if examining a crude toy. His tone was utterly calm and undisturbed.
"Just a newborn baby."

Before his voice had completely faded, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Doomsday, his fist appearing incredibly small in comparison, and casually swung out.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to shatter internal organs, suddenly exploded!

Doomsday's chest, which was as hard as diamond and covered with hideous bone spurs, suddenly caved in dramatically, leaving a clear fist-shaped indentation.

The massive body was hit head-on!

It was sent flying backward at a speed several times more violent than when it was rising, crashing heavily into the alloy wall in the distance. It was embedded deep into the rock wall, as if nailed to a cross, for who knows how many meters, stirring up clouds of dust and debris!

"Roar!!!"

A roar of pain and rage!

Doomsday struggled to break free from the shattered cave.

In the terrifying hollow of its chest, muscle fibers writhed wildly, bone spurs proliferated and reorganized, and the injury healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Then, fearlessly, it charged at Clark again, its strength and speed now enhanced!
however--

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Each of Clark's flashes was accompanied by a seemingly casual punch or kick that contained the power to shatter mountains and split seas!
The mighty Doomsday has been reduced to a human-shaped punching bag at this moment.

Although it grows stronger and heals faster with each rise, in return...

In its scarlet eyes, besides savagery and madness, a hint of... gradually began to emerge.

An unconcealable fear?
Doomsday, the monster born for destruction, has actually begun to cower.

His attacks were no longer so relentless; he even tried to evade Clark's elusive figure.

Seeing this, Locke felt a slight sense of relief.

This Doomsday was not the truly immortal and terrifying being he knew, one that even Superman could kill.

It's more like a powerful but immature and unstable imitation, or even...

Is he still conscious?

"Lex."

Clark casually threw another punch, hammering Doomsday, who was trying to sneak up from the shadows, deep into the ground like a pile driver, the sound still calm and still.

His words carried an undisguised sigh.

"Is this your last trump card? You poured all your heart and soul into creating this...weak creature?"

"I gave you so much time, and you treated me like this."

"disappointment!"

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"Clark."

Pushing the unconscious bald man, Luther slowly emerged from behind the cover.

At this moment, he had just watched Doomsday get a beating.

The hysteria on his face was gone, replaced by an unusual calm, and he even readily admitted the failure of his creation.

"You're right."

"This is where my technical shortcomings lie."

"It should be resolved in a while."

"But I am only human, and I still couldn't withstand your provocation."

The bald man's voice carried a strange self-deprecating tone.

"In short, I cannot completely eliminate the last trace of the Primarch's weak spiritual consciousness within this theoretically perfect killing body..."

"It has dragged down this body that should have been invincible, and it has also dragged down the instinct to destroy everything."

"so……"

"Giorno."

He looked at Giorno, who had somehow managed to get up and was standing not far away, sighed, and said in an unusually solemn tone, "Let's use 'Gold Experience' on it, for our past goals and for everything he destroyed."

"The final choice is yours."

"?"

A huge question mark flashed in Locke's eyes.

What exactly is Lex trying to do?!

"Giorono, stop."

Clark's gaze also turned to Giorno, his voice still steady, but with an undeniable air, "Don't do anything you'll regret."

"Don't regret it..."

Hearing this cold warning, exactly the same as it had been years ago.

The last trace of hesitation and struggle in Giorno's eyes vanished completely, replaced by...
It's a desperate, all-or-nothing decision, cutting off all avenues of retreat!

at the same time
"Roar!!!!!!"

Doomsday roared, its massive claws containing the power to tear apart heaven and earth.

With the purest malice, it suddenly grabbed at Giorno Kent, who was closest to it!
But the "Golden Experience" still clenched his right fist.

It shone with a burning golden light!
"Wuda!!!"

That fist was determined to clash head-on with Doomsday!
"Star Platinum·The World!"

"Buzz!!!!"

"boom!!!"

Smoke and fire fill the air!

"Grandpa..."

The scene Giorno had envisioned—himself being torn apart, or Doomsday's spirit going berserk—did not occur.

At the critical moment, a black figure appeared in front of him as if by teleportation.

Locke stood there.

Platinum Star shielded herself from the fatal blow.

His arms steadily blocked Doomsday's ferocious giant claws, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, but the man's body remained completely still!

"I'll talk about what you lied to me about later when I have the chance."

Locke's voice was low and heavy, carrying a barely perceptible weight. He did not turn around.

"Do you know what you just unleashed, Giorno?" Feeling the terrifying power still growing wildly in his arm, he simply sighed, "That was the end of all things."

He wanted to say—

That was the end of all things.

But the words were not spoken.

"laugh--!!!!!"

Two intensely red beams of light, seemingly containing the concentrated energy of the entire core of a star, descended from the sky without warning!

It didn't come from Locke's eyes, but from Clark, who was suspended in mid-air!
It hit the Doomsday below with perfect accuracy!

"Um?!"

Locke stared in astonishment.

This time, the heat vision is completely different!

Doomsday let out a bloodcurdling scream!
Its frantically healing and constantly evolving body, the moment it was hit by the heat vision, was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, rapidly decomposing and melting at the molecular level!
It tried to struggle, tried to escape!

It tried to evolve the properties to resist this decomposition, but the two blazing beams seemed to possess absolute will, the final obliteration command issued by the gods, firmly locking onto its very existence!

No matter how it dodges and maneuvers, or even instinctively tries to burrow deep into the earth!
Thermal vision can instantly obliterate all obstacles and continuously act on its constantly collapsing and regenerating body!
Decompose! Annihilate! Eradicate!

Under the shocked, stunned, and incredulous gazes of everyone.

That invincible Doomsday, theoretically possessing limitless evolutionary potential, was reduced to nothing more than a glitch code erased directly from reality under the scorching heat of this terrifying gaze.
The body rapidly shrank, dissipated, and returned to nothingness, until finally...

The end of all things.
Doomsday.
And just like that, it vanished without a trace.

It left no trace, not a speck of ash.

This……

Is it still thermal imaging?

Locke stared at the figure in the air, his heart filled with an unprecedented storm of emotions.

(End of this chapter)