American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 443 Black Hole = Training Room

After only a few tens of minutes, Rune successfully adapted to the terrible gravity.

What the Nightmare Morpheus couldn't have imagined was that this powerful mage also possessed the Doomsday's powerful evolutionary abilities. The black hole was utterly useless against Rune.

Moreover, Rune possesses powerful magical abilities.

In the New 52, ​​Doomsday escapes the Phantom Zone and grows into its complete form after killing millions of lives. It gains the ability to control Doomsday Spores, which can devour even Wonder Woman. Only Superman can fight it for a long time.

The final solution was to throw Doomsday into a black hole.

This is the limitation of Doomsday. He can certainly evolve his skin to the point where it can withstand the tearing force of a black hole's gravity, but this supervillain will have a hard time escaping a black hole.

However, Rune had no such worries. He had countless spells that would allow him to escape from this terrifying celestial body. But why would he need to escape?

Rune's magical surge wasn't completely over yet. He had only been awakened by Morpheus, but his magic was still erupting. Moreover, under the influence of the black hole's gravity, Rune's physique was rapidly strengthening, which further amplified the intensity of the magical surge.

Fortunately, the black hole's gravity is so strong that even light cannot escape, let alone magic particles, so Rune has no need to worry about the impact of magic leakage on the outside world.

Furthermore, under the influence of gravity, Rune must exert all his strength to control his magic. This will greatly improve the precision of his magic manipulation.

As for food—

After gaining the Doomsday ability, Rune's diet expanded to an exaggerated degree, with both pure energy itself and matter that constantly transforms under the influence of gravity serving as its energy source.

Therefore, this black hole is practically a perfect training ground, except that the food there doesn't taste very good.

The final reason, of course, is that Rune wanted to overcome his weaknesses. The collision of stars, the summoning of black holes, the tearing apart of gravity—these terrifying forces are not something anyone can wield.

In the future battle between the Dark Knight and the Creator God, there will be scenes where planets are used as weapons. Will Rune only adapt and evolve at that time?

Then it will be too late!

In addition, Rune is also eyeing TVA. The weapons of the members of the Time Mutation Bureau are suspected of having authority over time and other aspects. If he were poked by their sticks, he might be able to gain valuable time damage resistance.

Right, perhaps before doing this again, I should first use that broken Ultimate Eraser to attack myself and gain resistance to high-dimensional attacks, so that when facing TVA weapons, they might not shatter at the slightest touch.

Well, since you own the Ultimate Eraser, its power is controllable, making it relatively safer.

While diligently honing his magical manipulation skills, Rune was also contemplating the future. Having the power of Doomsday meant he was destined to endure suffering, wasn't he?

The nightmare didn't spend much time in thought; he mentioned to Rune that he was very curious about the impending catastrophe.

Catastrophe — What kind of disaster would a mage of Rune's caliber call a catastrophe?

Morpheus is the very concept of dreams; beings of his caliber know far more than anyone else. For instance, he could sense the unstoppable rise of the Metal Spirits and witness Darkseid's massive expansion of his army.

However, unlike his elder brother, he could not foresee future events. This was not Morpheus's authority; even his library was built at his brother's request.

This library contains all the knowledge of the past and the future, including, of course, the experiences of superheroes and supervillains.

Fate, through its own power, helped him correct the accuracy of those personal biographies. Morpheus's own power could at most obtain what those lives considered history; only Fate itself could explain all of this from an absolutely impartial perspective.

When he was bored, Morpheus liked to pick up a book at random and read it.

This time, however, Morpheus wasn't reading out of boredom; he wanted to use the power of fate to glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the future catastrophe.

He walked toward his library, greeting all sorts of creatures along the way. They were all different kinds of creatures, some ugly and some cute, but they could all live together peacefully here because this was the land of dreams.

The ruler here is Morpheus, who also has many vassals who assist in managing the Dream Kingdom.

Squeak—

When the rabbits saw Morpheus, they opened the door themselves, and their attitude was very respectful.

"No need to bow to me, adorable Mr. Rabbit." Morpheus's face rarely showed a helpless expression. "I'd much rather you considered me a friend—"

"But this is working hours!" One of the rabbits, dressed in a butler's uniform and with a dignified expression, stepped forward. Heaven knows how this dream creature managed to put on such a dignified expression with its rabbit face; it was just bizarre.

Morpheus was even more helpless. These dream creatures themselves didn't realize that they had been guarding the library all year round, so when would they have time to rest?

So he chose his usual approach: instead of arguing with them, he thanked them, gave each of them three carrots as a token of his gratitude, and then went into the library.

"Hello, Mr. Morpheus!" A large tree wearing glasses greeted Morpheus quietly. It was the librarian of this library and was holding a book in its hand.

Morpheus nodded in response. However, he did not offer any reward.

What kind of reward does a big tree need? Farmyard manure?

The smell was too strong; I couldn't stand it.

Morpheus's gaze swept over the rows of bookshelves. Some of them still had crooked "No Loud Talking" signs hanging on them, while others were simply rotten and decaying.

After all, apart from a few lucky ones, no one can achieve immortality, and Morpheus rarely reads the books of the dead.

Occasionally, his second sister would come to borrow these books. Her presence would affect the bookshelves, and no matter how much maintenance was done, they could never be restored to their original state.

Even for Morpheus himself, repairing it would require a huge amount of effort, so he chose to give up.

"Let me see, let me see—who should I choose?" Morpheus pondered softly. Finally, his gaze locked onto a lifelike book, and he turned directly to the last page.

The contents of this page made his eyes widen. This—how could this be?

Morpheus, still unconvinced, picked out another book and flipped to the last page—

"No, this is impossible—" Morpheus muttered, taking out books one after another and looking at the last page. His hurried movements caused some books to fall to the ground with a thud.

"No, no, no, there's a problem, there must be something wrong—"