I, the anti-superman, have hacked into the chat group.

The Joker watched as Carl bound all the Bane gang members, then sat down on the ground and looked up, saying, "You still don't plan to kill them? You know perfectly well that the prison can't hold Bane."

Carl didn't answer because he was talking to Batman, so the Joker continued, "If I remember correctly, you just put Bane in jail last week, and look at him now. Not only is he out, but he's also gathered a new group of followers. You clearly have the ability, so why don't you try to do better?"

At this point, Carl finally finished tying everyone up slowly, stood up, and began to answer the Joker's questions, but not his own thoughts; he was merely relaying Batman's words.

“That’s not my job. I act as a superhero, and judging others is the job of a judge. I can’t overstep my bounds. That’s the bottom line.”

Fear is an integral part of Batman. Others are afraid of Batman, but Batman is also afraid of himself. He is afraid of losing control because he initially chose this path out of hatred and fear. He is more likely to go astray than others, so he simply limits himself from the root.

The Joker couldn't accept such a crude explanation. He retorted, "You've drawn such a clear line, but don't you realize that being a superhero is already breaking the law? You're dissatisfied with the social structure, so you jumped out to become a superhero. Now do you think this kind of thing—only judging but not punishing—is healthy?"

"Not killing is the bottom line," Batman repeated.

The Joker chuckled and put his hands together in a gesture of surrender. Of course, this did not mean that he endorsed Batman's ideology; on the contrary, he could not empathize with such ideas.

Batman continued, "You know Night Owl so well, you must know what he does. If he doesn't control his methods, Gotham will become like that."

The Joker's face immediately turned grim. Gotham on Earth-3 was a place he had wanted to change his entire life. He had survived the Night Owl's pursuit for so long, so he naturally had a way to leave, but he didn't do that. Instead, he continued to fight relentlessly.

However, before his struggle could come to any end, Earth-3 was destroyed, and everyone was taken away by the Ultimate Alliance's pre-prepared contingency plan.

This reminded him of the past. It had been some time since the global cities were shrunk, and he had some idea of ​​what Carl had done.

Superpower didn't have any ulterior motives; the main purpose of establishing the alliance was probably to be able to complete the task directly when the city was shrinking. From his perspective, that's how things were.

The Joker slumped to the ground: "You know what? I actually thought of Superpower. I used to think of him as the biggest threat, but now it seems that what he did was right, similar to what you did. What do you think?"

The Joker felt lost about his failure. He wanted to do the right thing and had been doing so, but now it seemed that those who achieved greater justice had a different definition of justice than he did.

“Of course not.” Carl spoke up at this point, and it was his own choice to say it, unrelated to Batman.

Looking at the clown's bewildered eyes, Carl said, "It was wrong of him to let the villain run rampant, but the situation was urgent at the time, and there wasn't enough time to prepare, so he had no choice but to do it. It was just a helpless compromise. If he could avoid compromising, then of course it would be better not to compromise."

"So don't feel guilty. Justice is justice. Don't go to extremes."

Carl comforted the clown, who knew in his heart that he had indeed done some bad things, and he remembered them all. Once the current situation was over, he should correct and make amends. Too much rigidity leads to breakage, and neither extreme good nor extreme evil is suitable for survival, but as a human being, one should still try to stay on the right path.

After being persuaded for a while, the Joker was in much better spirits and asked, "So your decision not to kill is also a kind of 'compromise,' and you will overcome that in the future?"

“Probably,” Karl replied.

He knew that many older Batmen had become more lenient about not killing. They were still Batmen, their methods had changed, but their original intentions remained. Perhaps Batmen would become like that too... provided that the main universe Batmen could truly grow old in the chaotic timeline.

"I understand, thank you." The clown seemed to have figured something out, and he continued, "By the way, where will I be sent next?"

Carl began to relay Batman's words: "You're not the Joker of this world, so we'll have to change your appearance first. Then you'll probably be sent to some prison to serve your time. You haven't really killed anyone in this world, so it shouldn't be too long."

Batman himself wanted to gather more information about Carl, so he had no complaints about what had just happened.

The Joker nodded: "I understand, but I still prefer to go to Arkham Asylum. I'm curious because my version of myself, and most of Gotham's criminals, have been there."

Batman frowned in his hiding place, but before he could object, the Joker continued speaking.

"You just said you wouldn't interfere with the judge's affairs, so where I am ultimately sentenced is part of that, right?"

“…Indeed.” Batman said after a moment of silence.

Getting into Arkham Asylum isn't difficult; most lawyers can do it, and judges are happy to sentence people there because it's much harsher than prison. Except for those unaware of the situation, most people would try to avoid it as much as possible.

Carl tied up the Joker as well, then contacted Chief Gordon of the police department to pick him up, and then left the scene without waiting for the Joker, who wanted to go to Arkham for further studies.

Only a third of the night has passed, and there are still many things to deal with.

However, things became much simpler after that. Of the villains with names and identities, he only encountered one, Two-Face; the rest were just ordinary small gangs. Carl followed Batman's instructions and stealthily dealt with them without letting anyone discover his identity.

By daybreak, Carl had completed his substitute duty and learned some of Batman's habits, which was quite different from what he experienced through the comic book pages.

“Perfectly resolved,” Karl said, squatting on a gargoyle.

Batman's voice came through the headset: "If you hadn't said that line, it would have been pretty good."

Carl smiled and was about to reply when he suddenly heard Batman's questioning voice.

"Who are you?!"

Chapter 222 The Möbius Chair

Upon hearing the unusual words in his earpiece, Carl instantly soared into the sky, his uniform rapidly changing. By the time the U-shaped symbol reappeared, Carl had just arrived at the Bat Cave.

Batman was in his lab, building machinery that could affect the Anti-Monitor's landing point. When Carl broke through the wall and entered, he saw Batman confronting someone.

It was a person wearing a black bodysuit, sitting in a chair. There were patterns on his body that emitted a blue light, and he was clearly not an ordinary person.

But what's even more eye-catching is the other person's chair, made of an unidentified metal that emits a faint blue-white light. Its shape resembles a sofa, or a throne, but if a more accurate term were to be used, it would be called a divine throne.

“Metron,” Karl said, uttering the other person’s name.

Batman gave him a questioning look, and Carl explained, "This guy is a new god named Metron. He can get all the answers through the Möbius Chair. Don't trust him too much... never mind, that's unnecessary."

At this moment, Carl's heart was far from as calm as it appeared. He knew Metron and knew that the other party would likely appear in the battle against the Anti-Monitors.

This guy arrived a bit too early. Metron likes to observe and avoids interfering if possible. The anti-monitor shouldn't arrive for a while, which means he can wait a while before interfering.

But now that he has appeared ahead of schedule, things have changed. Although the change doesn't seem significant yet, it's still a bad sign, indicating that things are starting to slip in an unpredictable direction.

“Thank you for introducing me, um… Superpower Calais.” Metron leaned on the armrest and rested his chin on his hand. “I haven’t watched much of Earth-3, but it seems your experience is quite interesting.”

Metron's abilities relied almost entirely on the chair beneath him. When he sat on the Möbius Chair, the chair could provide him with answers to almost anything in the universe, as long as he asked the question. He didn't know Karl before, but when he asked the chair, he knew.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling to have one's experiences spied on so casually, so to prevent the other person from continuing to ask the chair, Karl immediately said, "I've heard some things about you. Why are you appearing in public so unusually? Just tell me."

When the topic turned to business, Metron became serious. He sat up straight and said, "Of course I don't want to interfere, but your actions are very likely to destroy reality. In order to prevent this from happening, I have no choice but to appear in front of you and stop you."

"What do you mean?" Batman had too many questions in his mind, but he still asked. At this point in time, there was probably only one possibility.

“You must immediately stop building this machine.”

Midlon's answer was not surprising; this was the only major change they had made recently.

"In other words, you want to stop the fight between the Anti-Monitors and Darkseid," Batman confirmed.

Metron nodded: "That's right. The power of the Anti-Monitor is beyond your imagination. If a war breaks out between him and Darkseid, the final result may be that nothing can survive. Reality is not as solid as you imagine."

Metron couldn't help but recall the past. Many years ago, a mysterious creature called the Anti-Monitor rose up. It had the power to devour all universes. The universes collapsed and condensed into a single point, and finally, after making a huge sacrifice, it was reborn as one, and a miraculous creation appeared.

Then came another crisis, and history and time were torn apart once again, then repaired. Afterwards, a survivor from the primordial universe did many things, and the multiverse returned.

Recently, the Flash's battle with his enemies has once again reshaped reality, causing the timeline to break and a new reality to emerge, but it is not stable.

Metron knew perfectly well that the world had reached its limit after being destroyed and rebuilt several times, and could not withstand any more turmoil.

If Darkseid's battle with the Anti-Monitor causes reality to be torn apart once again, reality may be irreparable, and he will be left only to observe the void. Therefore, he must stop it.

“You should understand, it’s not that we want to deal with the Anti-Monitor, it’s that he’s destroying the universe, and we have to fight back,” Karl said, arms crossed.

“Yes,” Batman said. “So, can you provide a way to stop the Anti-Monitor?”

Metron immediately refused: "There is no way. He cannot stop you. Your only chance to survive is to take your families and leave this universe as soon as possible, just like you did on Earth-3."

This answer certainly did not satisfy Batman. Even if they were to evacuate, it could only be a Plan B. They couldn't keep running away forever; one day they would have to face the Counter-Monitor.

"Isn't your chair supposed to know the answers to everything? Why can't you find a solution?" Batman asked.

“I told you that because he cannot be stopped, all your efforts are only hastening your own demise,” Metron said bluntly.

The Möbius Chair can see almost all the secrets of the universe, but the Anti-Monitor is an exception; the chair cannot know anything about the Anti-Monitor.

This may be related to the fact that the chair was created by the Anti-Monitor, but the bigger reason is that the Anti-Monitor is too powerful, exceeding the limits of the chair.

Moreover, Metron only wanted to have something to observe, and the death of living beings had little effect on him; he didn't care, so you can't count on him for help.

"If you don't stop, I'll have to interfere a little more?" Metron raised a hand, gathering white energy, aiming at the machine but not yet firing.

Destroying the machines alone is useless, because if the people aren't eliminated, they can be rebuilt at any time. But Metron isn't exactly a god skilled in combat, and he might not be able to defeat the Kryptonians, so he has no choice but to target the machines.

The atmosphere became a little tense for a moment, but just then, Karl suddenly smiled and walked up to Metron.

"Alright, I've thought about it carefully. Since even an omniscient god has made this decision, it proves that fighting is indeed not a viable path. We will abandon this universe and continue to escape. Anyway, we've already had one experience. Thank you for coming all the way here to remind us."

Karl spoke in a gentle tone and, after finishing his speech, shook hands with Mitterrand, signifying reconciliation.

Metron's attitude softened as well. He dispelled the white light from his right hand and shook hands with Karl.

“Very good. Sometimes it’s wise to listen to advice, and I admire you for that,” Mitrom said.

"Oh, since you appreciate it so much, how about giving me a reward? Can I borrow your chair?"

Carlton suddenly unleashed a powerful force, lightning flashing across the chair as he tried to retaliate, but it was too late; Metron had already been ripped off.

Chapter 223 The War Is About to Begin

Metron was the user of the Möbius Chair, but he was by no means its master, even though he had sat on it for countless years.

The resistance from the Möbius Chair was strong, but short-lived. The moment Mettron's body left it, the resistance disappeared, allowing Karl to easily pull Mettron to the ground.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Metron shouted, but he couldn't break free of his restraints. The physical abilities of ordinary New Gods were no match for those of Kryptonians, and most of his abilities were achieved through the use of the chair.

“As I just said, I need to borrow the Möbius Chair. Since you refuse to provide information, we’ll have to find it ourselves,” Karl replied.

The real reason is of course not that. Carl had read the comics and remembered them very clearly. Although he wouldn't dare say he knew everything, he already knew most of the things, so there was no need to make such a big fuss.

His reason for doing so actually overlapped with that of Metron, both aiming to prevent the reality from shattering.

“You don’t understand at all. The Möbius Chair cannot be forced,” Metron shouted.

As he spoke, the Möbius Chair, which had been quiet, surged with blue energy once more, attempting to open a portal and leave, just as Metron had said.

However, at that moment, a dark figure suddenly darted onto the chair. In an instant, thunder roared, and all the energy surged into the human body. At the same time, an invisible wave spread throughout the universe. People in places like Apokolips, Earth 3 Ruins, and the dwelling place of the Old Gods felt a change. A new god was born.

"I can hear them, hear the answers to everything, is it true, are they true?" Batman sat in the Mobius Chair, blue energy forming patterns on his body, connecting him to the chair, and now he could know almost everything.

"Who killed my parents?" Batman blurted out this question as he wanted to test the chair's functionality.

“Jozier, yes, that’s him.” Batman got the answer to his question, then asked, “What’s the Joker’s real name?”

Carl held down the astonished Meltron. Batman's ascension to godhood was the situation he wanted to see. If he let Meltron leave this time, there might not be a suitable opportunity to bring him down from his chair, resulting in no new god being born.

If not enough people become gods, then reality might truly be destroyed in war, just as Metlong said, because only enough gods can deal with this.

The Anti-Monitor's goal is to extract the Anti-Life Equation that is fused with him. Killing Darkseid is the means to achieve this, as it will cause upheaval in reality and blur many rules. Only in this way can he break free from the Anti-Life Equation.

This is what Metron is worried about. If they start fighting, no matter who wins or loses, it won't end well. Reality is already very fragile.

Karl naturally did not want reality to shatter. The turmoil caused by the death of a giant god must be filled by more gods to stabilize reality.