I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 89 - Courier Barry at Your Service

Unlimited access to this world?

Thinking this, a thoughtful look appeared in Ron's eyes. Relying on the system's permissions, Ron and the others could travel between worlds. However, this travel wasn't unlimited. People like Ron, aside from some special cases, mostly stayed in their own worlds waiting for missions and considering fieldwork.

Similar to Geralt, they occasionally return to their origin world, the Witcher world. However, each return requires spending additional system currency; they can't freely enter and exit like they would go home.

And now... this world that has already withered and is about to be reborn, even if one can come and go as one pleases, what good is it?

We can't just turn the whole world into our own base, can we?

Thinking about this, Ron realized something, and then clicked on the system interface to check the mission details. Soon, Ron realized why the system had given him such a huge amount of time travel privileges.

Because of the apocalyptic war, there are quite a few people who have been granted the qualification to be reborn.

A quick glance revealed that, aside from the dead, several thousand supervillains and villains from around the world remained surviving on the final battlefield of Paradise Island. Among them, thanks to Diana's leadership, the female warriors of Paradise Island suffered almost no casualties.

Of the few thousand survivors, two-thirds qualified. The majority were criminals, because the world had long since become a mess, and it was unrealistic to expect one's morality to remain unchanged by the experiences of oneself, family, friends, and loved ones in such a collapsed world.

In this situation, many superheroes in the normal worldview have become outlaws who mingle between the legal and illegal worlds—only in this way can they use their abilities to carve out a slightly more comfortable home for their families in this dying world.

The apocalyptic war was also treated as a final celebration by many like-minded individuals. They launched a relentless attack without any regard for death. Although many were wounded, their contribution points were enough to earn them a ticket to the next world.

It's unrealistic to send them all into a new world at once; their material composition and energy structure would need to be adapted. And in this adaptation process, they would obviously have to remain in this dilapidated world.

As for the ultimate fate of this world, whether it will perish completely or usher in a new cycle, everything remains unknown.

Rather than an extra reward, it's more like a condition for unlocking a side quest.

Just as Ron was still thinking, Diana, covered in blood, came to Ron's side, staring intently at him, and said bluntly:

"The war is over! Tell me, what's next?"

"Let's wait and see. There might still be a chance for the future of this world." He told Diana about his communication with God. Although he omitted some unnecessary details, Diana couldn't help but squint when she heard that Ron had met God.

When he looked at Ron again, there was a hint of awe in his eyes, unlike his previous arrogance.

Meanwhile, Barry leaned over and said, "What about me? Is there anything else? If not, I'm about to leave too."

"Are you alright?" Ron asked upon hearing this. "Are you able to run back to your own world now?"

"More or less," Barry said. "I felt it after Superman died in this world; the curse that was preventing me from forming a stable connection with the Speed ​​Force has disappeared. It might not work right now, but it should be fine after a rest."

Upon hearing this, Ron opened a dimensional portal and asked Thomas, whose chest had already regenerated, "And you? What are your opinions?"

"...Martha, how is it?"

Ignoring his own condition, Thomas first inquired about Martha's condition.

Martha walked over with a smile, glancing at Thomas, who was half-dead inside the dimensional gate. Her eyes showed no pain or regret; she simply chuckled and said:

"Honey, we'll see Bruce soon! You'd better get up quickly, I don't want you to meet Bruce looking like this! Otherwise, I'll have to leave you behind and go see him alone!"

"As you can see, you're in excellent spirits!"

As he said this, Ron also looked at Martha beside him and then said, "Also, let me tell you a secret, Thomas just peeked at Bruce from another world."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Martha fell into a brief silence, then her entire demeanor became distorted and erratic. Although she didn't say much, it was clear that Martha was extremely displeased with Thomas's sneaking away.

Thomas paid no attention to this, instead methodically allowing the flesh to grow rapidly during the blood therapy, while calmly saying:

"Bruce... is tired."

"..."

It was just a simple sentence, but Martha's entire demeanor returned to calm almost instantly.

After a long silence, Martha knelt down:

"What is troubling him?"

“It’s Gotham itself… but he didn’t give up,” Thomas said calmly. “He didn’t kill anyone, he’s a good kid, it’s just… it’s exhausting for him.”

"...I see. Then there's nothing we can do."

Martha placed her hand on her face, feeling the lingering pain of the knife cut her, a complex expression appearing in her eyes. It was hard to describe; if she had to put it into words, it would be 'love'.

"After all, we are parents."

"Um."

Looking at the two lunatics, Ron silently began to look forward to Bruce in another world. He then said:

"I have other matters to attend to. Traveling to Barry's world would involve inter-world material exchange, especially from the world of death, so prior registration is necessary. Also, Thomas needs time to recover from his blood therapy. If you truly cannot suppress your longing..."

After thinking for a moment, Ron looked at Barry: "Mind being a messenger and delivering a letter?"

"Huh? Delivering mail? No problem! Courier Barry is at your service!" Barry said optimistically, "To be honest, when I first became a speedster, I even considered delivering food, since I was a bit short on money back then!"

"Then all that awaits you is someone complaining about fake orders for pre-made meals."

As he spoke, Ron took out paper and pen and handed them to Martha, who was standing next to him.

"Let's see what we want to write."

Upon hearing this, Martha remained silent for a long time before a smile appeared on her lips.

You could sense that she had a thousand words unspoken in her heart. But in the end, Martha didn't pick up the pen; instead, she took a lipstick from her pocket and gently pressed it onto the paper.

"That's all I wanted to say... Thomas, what about you?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas remained silent for a moment before calmly saying, "You've already left a message, so I don't need to. Just leave it to Bruce..."

Upon hearing Thomas's words, Ron sneered, pointed at Thomas, and looked at Kratos, saying:

"See? I knew it would turn out like this. Let me tell you, if it weren't for Martha, he would definitely have written down all his thoughts properly, instead of this ridiculous 'deep fatherly love' stuff. It's laughable. He doesn't even dare to properly express his feelings of longing."

Upon hearing this, Kratos remained silent for a moment, then nodded quietly.

Having experienced much, Kratos's face is no longer as angular and aggressive as it once was. However, like Thomas, Kratos is also not good at expressing himself. Now, with Thomas as a comparison and Ron's reminder, Kratos said:

"I see."

"Oh! That's really something~" Mimir's head said with a face full of emotion, "There's a proverb in the distant Eastern divine realm: 'Foreign gods are better at reciting scriptures.' I've mentioned similar issues to him before, but he didn't take it to heart! It seems he only notices things when reminded by outsiders, tsk tsk~"

"You're talking too much."

Kratos patted Mimir's head in annoyance. Although he was the god of wisdom, his smooth head still made a thumping sound. It was a pity that there was no red silk at hand, otherwise Ron would have found a way to snatch Mimir's head and hang it on his waist, and then have a passionate and fiery performance of the Ansai waist drum.

"Your eyes are weird." Mimir shrank back—though only half of his neck. Then he said to Kratos, "Tie me up tight, this guy's definitely up to something!"

"You're being very rude. Those who know me know I'm a good person." Ron said righteously, extending his hand. "Kratos, hand him over to me. I need him to apologize to me."

"No! Don't listen to him, Kratos! I can already hear the malice bubbling up from his very first sentence! Look, even little Ciri couldn't help but show a look of disgust!"

"Um?!"

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately turned his gaze to Ciri. Ciri, still muttering to herself, gave an awkward but polite smile, then used a World Gate to send herself away.

Well, the Gate to the World is indeed too convenient. After leaving the Infinite City, Ciri was determined to escape, and Ron couldn't do anything about it.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. If Ciri gets desperate and pulls a Conjunction, Eternity would probably want to tear himself apart.

No, the Eternal God probably wouldn't say anything, because he doesn't have human morals or a sense of honor and shame—but the old man, the Ancient One, might.

Unable to deal with Ciri, Ron turned his gaze to Kratos: "Give it to me."

"No," Kratos shook his head, then added, "He's my friend, and also Atreus's teacher..."

"Kratos! Oh! I'm so touched!" Mimir's face was full of happiness, but unfortunately he only had one head, otherwise he would have already reached out to wipe away his tears. Even so, tears kept flowing out, and soon his inner thighs were soaked, as Kratos looked on helplessly.

"Information about Loki from other worlds."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kratos remained silent for a moment, but then shook his head.

Ultimately, he's just Loki from another world. It's Loki, not Atreus.

During the preparations for battle, when exchanging intelligence, Ron told Kratos about Atreus's future to reassure him. Although not in great detail, it was at least certain that Atreus was not the mythical Loki... at the very least, Atreus's sexual orientation was normal.

Seeing Kratos shake his head in refusal, Ron narrowed his eyes, then coughed lightly and said:

"If this condition doesn't work... how about I introduce Atreus to Odin, the Allfather and King of the Gods of Asgard, and Frigga, the Queen?" Ron coaxed. "Odin and Frigga in the Base universe aren't the schemers and shrewish women of your world; they are a true King and Queen of Gods. Their knowledge and experience are genuine. A Loki from another world... I believe they would be happy to personally teach him."

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but swallow hard, then glanced at Mimir, who had stopped crying with emotion and was now looking at him with a worried expression.

Kratos remained silent and said, "I hope these two idols you recommended are as reliable as you say..."

It was only during this period that Ron gave Kratos a good impression. If it were anyone else, Kratos would have been more inclined to entrust his child to two "gods"...

"Huh?! What are you doing! Kratos, don't touch me! Damn it! You actually believed his nonsense?! No!!"

As he spoke, a piece of red satin was stuffed into Mimir's mouth. Then—

Once he starts punching, he goes all out, loses himself, and becomes reckless!

I forgot the beginning, I forgot the middle,

On Paradise Island, a magnificent, unrestrained, and fiery dance erupted—the Ansai Waist Drum!

Silently apologizing to Mimir in his heart, Kratos didn't regret his choice. After all... Mimir's head had had its fair share of close encounters with rocks during the adventures, and sometimes, when he was tired, he'd even sit right on his butt. It was just a matter of slapping it to make a sound, nothing serious.

Compared to Ron and Mimir's intimate interaction, Thomas, who was initially used as a negative example to reflect on Kratos, fell silent. Finally, he shook his head helplessly. Looking at Barry, Thomas said:

"If I had to say what I want to tell him... please tell him for me that I love him, and that Martha and I miss him very much."

"Okay!" Barry smiled happily upon hearing this.

"I think Bruce will be very happy! You don't know, even though he's the Justice League's strategist, he always has a long face. I've been with them for so long, and I've never seen him smile even once!"

"By the way, should I tell him you're going over there soon?"

"..."

Thomas exchanged a glance with Martha and said quietly, "That won't be necessary."

(End of this chapter)