Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

This amount of time would have been easy for his little cousin Mefilas; he could have gone thirty years without sleep or rest without a problem.

The problem is, what's overwhelming him now isn't the time, but the work he's responsible for during this period.

Now, the entire Dark Nebula + Emperor Empire, and even the dark forces in the universes that were visited by people from here before through the space-time tunnel opened by Noah, all come here to the Empire for judgment whenever they have any problems they cannot resolve.

Those in the DC universe are also currently exhausted and in a complete mess.

Now, the underlying logic of that world has finally been shattered by a super-omnipotent cosmic war, which means that fate will no longer be able to create all sorts of new villains and heroes every day.

Therefore, those damned supervillains over there, like the Joker, were executed day by day, and killed off directly.

The remaining supervillains, whose crimes didn't warrant death, or who even managed to avoid jail by redeeming themselves, would still turn to the Justice League first whenever they encountered any trouble or problem.

However, the problem is that some still choose to seek imperial judgment in the main universe of the arcane system!

These people all sought the judgment of the Dark Nebula and the rulings of the Emperor's Empire, but that's not all.

During these three months, every day, due to the void created by the aftermath of Papetua's great battle, countless other universes and other worlds have fallen into it. Come to the main universe.

These wild dogs from out of town are so numerous that they are impossible to count.

With so many people around, and they not understanding the rules here, you can't just sit idly by, right?

That means the Land of Light will take 70-80%, and the Dark Nebula will also do some publicity and take about 20-30%.

Who ends up doing all this work?

Although there are certainly many people in such a large dark nebula who can handle clerical work, even if everyone else is included, the amount of work that can be distributed is still less than the total amount.

It's all just these trivial matters, these messy documents, one after another, and in the end, the bulk of it all ends up on the table of his little cousin Mefilas and the Chebulian!

This level of intensity means that Mefilas's younger cousin has truly experienced the intensity of his older cousin's daily work.

He even felt that his current workload might have far surpassed his cousin's daily routine!

The already overwhelmed Chebulian had been to the emergency room once, and as soon as he came out of the emergency room, he had to immediately get back to work.

When Laoqie entered the emergency room, his little cousin Meifilas was so frightened that he could only tearfully transfer 20% of Laoqie's workload to his own side.

There's no other way. If we were to work ourselves to death, even if we could find the Land of Light to revive our solidified life form and let us continue to work like slaves, how much time difference would be wasted in the process?

It's not worth it.

For the first time in three months, his little cousin Mefilas dared to slack off and sleep for ten minutes. When he was woken up, he was so scared that he embarrassed himself. Sigh.

Mefilas's younger cousin secretly made up his mind.

When my older cousin comes back, he will definitely hand in his resignation. I'm not being modest, but with my level of ability, how could I possibly be a dual-role civilian general in both the Empire and the Dark Nebula?

Unfortunately, we don't know when my older cousin will be back.

Until then, all we can do is continue to work through the hardships.

"So you're telling me, even though I'm so awesome, is it an insult for me to call you Babar?" Mefilas's little cousin curled his lip. "It's already good enough that I didn't call you Bogaru!"

"Besides, although Babar was indeed completely rotten before, at least there are still one or two groups within him who are willing to do good, right? Don't discriminate against them. Haven't you heard that people all over the world... cough!"

Oh no, I almost quoted a famous saying of a certain Dharma King.

Although the Land of Light and the Dark Nebula have gradually become more amicable since they joined forces to defeat the super six-in-one Gatanothor, they can't afford to reveal any flaws now that they need to team up to deceive some country bumpkins.

“You are right,” the Kemur said, bowing his head respectfully.

His submissive bowing wasn't because he truly no longer discriminated against the Babar aliens, but because he had considered that there might be an even more terrible punishment than being banished to guard King Bogaru.

If Mefilas's little cousin were to take on the current clerical work in the Dark Nebula, well...

Then he would commit suicide on the spot!

Having no time to probe the Kemurs's thoughts, Mefilas's little cousin, with panda eyes, glanced at the amount of work on his plate and immediately chuckled as expected.

Sure enough, only ten minutes had passed, and the amount accumulated was beyond words.

"Let me see..."

Mefilas's younger cousin was completely numb to these quantities, utterly disoriented, and stopped thinking about how much longer he would have to work, immediately and quickly getting to work.

After all, when you encounter difficulties, think more about your older cousin.

As long as my cousin comes back, everything will be alright!

Unfortunately, I heard that Ultraman Jack from the Land of Light was also swept away by the spacetime turbulence, otherwise we might have been able to borrow him to help with the affairs.

Damn it, why wasn't I the one who got swept away?

"A self-proclaimed Undead and near-King of Cinder asked if joining our Dark Nebula would grant him some small support or sponsorship to help their world's flame burn eternally, preventing it from dimming and plunging the entire world into death?"

Mefilas's younger cousin rubbed his forehead, stamped his seal, and teleported directly to the office. He ordered his men to tell the Undead to run to the Land of Light. If the speed was too slow, he would send the Undead a small boat that traveled a million times faster than light to get the hell out of there!

Damn it, according to the Undead's description, his so-called world was roughly the size of a superplanet.

If we're talking about whether the Dark Nebula has the capability to manage a world of this size, then it's more than enough; there are plenty of others with that capability.

The problem is that they have to go there in person. Although the Dark Nebula's technology is generally advanced, it is mostly geared towards combat power. The Empire has manufactured things like Endless Energy, but they only manufacture one when they need it.

For example, the core of His Majesty the Emperor's mount, "Dark Fear," is an endless source of energy.

So you want the Dark Nebula to create an endless source of energy for you? First, take a good look at yourself. Who do you think you are to expect to enjoy the same treatment as an emperor?

Fuck off!

As for other capable people going there in person, those are people who can ignite the flame without causing harm and ensure it lasts for thousands of years.

But putting aside the fact that this does not meet the request of "letting the flame never go out again", why should someone personally make such a trip to help you?

Even if the Dark Nebula isn't as bad as it used to be, it's still the Dark Nebula!

So let's go to the Land of Light instead.

The 5000 plasma spark devices buried under the plasma spark tower in the Land of Light are all inexhaustible sources of energy, and with Hikari around, they can be rebuilt and new ones created at any time.

Without a doubt, they will generously give the Undead a place to take over the torch of the world.

However, considering the intensity of the plasma spark device, it's possible that the Science and Technology Bureau worked overtime to develop an ultra-low-intensity, ultra-low-configuration endless energy source.

Hmph, no matter what, this guy who doesn't die is a typical lucky guy.

Filled with a mixture of admiration, envy, jealousy, and resentment towards the Undead Lord of Cinder, Mefilas's younger cousin didn't even blink, furiously hunching over his desk to work overtime. In an instant, he dealt with an unknown number of matters, including the Undead incident, all within a second.

Meanwhile.

The Dark Lords and Alien Empera are having a blast in some worlds!

Volume 1: Chapter 50. The Classic Ends, the Good Neighbor Arrives

50. A classic ending, good neighbors take over.

"The Joker, you have to kill him at any time, you can't afford not to! Just imagine, you're eating hotpot and singing songs, and suddenly you get caught up in the Joker's plan!"

"So, the days without the Joker are the good days. Over the years, Gotham has had a total of thirty bosses. They were all corrupt capitalists, unreasonable rookies of the underworld, and long-lurking owl bastards!"

"But our Mayor Bruce is not a corrupt official, not a newcomer to the underworld, and certainly not a long-lurking owl. He is our great hero, Batman. Please welcome him!"

*Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap!*

The moment the Penguin finished his energetic promotional speech with a megaphone, applause erupted from the audience, gathering millions of long-time Gotham residents.

No one paid for it, no one was a shill, it was all spontaneous.

There is light in their eyes!

After the chubby Penguin finished speaking, he stepped aside to make way for Bruce Wayne, who came up behind him. He was the most uncomfortable person in the entire audience, as if he was very awkward and stiff.

His stiffness actually made the citizens in the audience laugh.

Not only the Penguin, but also a small number of other local villains who didn't deserve to die and had redeemed themselves, all gave a helpless, bitter smile and exchanged glances.

They never imagined that their nemesis, the most fearsome Dark Knight in all of Gotham, would now be so helpless and pathetic under the sunlight.

I feel like my own status has been dragged down as a result.

Sigh, Batman, sigh, Bruce Wayne.

Fat and chubby, always carrying his iconic tattered umbrella riddled with traps, the Penguin is undoubtedly Gotham's number one villain after the Joker and Bane.

"Hey, Laofu, straighten up! Behave yourself! Don't embarrass us! If you lose face, you'll ruin our reputation too!"

"Don't talk back!"

Bruce gave the Penguin a menacing glare. Facing these old nemesis, he finally regained his Batman persona of complete control. "This is no longer the era of superheroes and supervillains. Your so-called status is no longer needed!"

Papetua's all-encompassing, cosmic-level battle has come to an end.

From that day on, the Creator Hand was wiped out. In this omnipotent universe worldview, no new multiverse worldview will be artificially created, and of course, there will be no more earth-shattering catastrophes.

Moreover, the most crucial factor was not the destruction of the Creator Hand, but the great war that engulfed the entire universe, which at that time directly destroyed the underlying logic of the DC universe.

What is the underlying logic of the DC universe? It is, of course, the seven crisis forces and the seven counter-crisis forces. Moreover, all seven of these forces are equal to Papetua, and when combined, they can even surpass Papetua.

Therefore, even in some comics, Wonder Woman is eventually able to defeat the Batman Who Laughs, who is capable of defeating Perpetua.

Even after the Creator's Hand reshaped the DC universe and carried out a massive reboot, the Seven Crisis Forces and Seven Counter-Crisis Forces remained unchanged.

This might also show that although the combined combat power of these two things is far inferior to that of the Hand of Creation, in essence, even the Hand of Creation probably cannot destroy these two things.

After all, the Hand of Creation does not favor the power of crisis.

In other words, no matter how long DC's history goes, how ancient it is, how many comics are published, or how many new major events occur, its crisis-prevention and counter-crisis capabilities will never disappear, and will always subject this worldview to perpetual crisis.

There will always be more and more superheroes and supervillains, not fewer and fewer, and the number of victims and the universe will always only increase.

The efforts of superheroes are useful, but they will only ever be temporarily useful, and this "temporary" shelf life is very likely to be shortened and shortened.

At first, there might be peace for a hundred years or so before it's restarted, then it might become ten years, then three to five years, then one year, then six months, then one month.

New crises are constantly emerging.

The situation is completely different in the main universe of the Land of Light.

While some may feel that the crises in the Arcane world are constantly increasing, in reality, it's just because the perspective is becoming increasingly expansive.

Taking the main universe of the Land of Light as an example, in the early days of the Land of Light, there were countless dark emperors in the universe. Including Juda, they were killed by Father of Ultra and Emperor Alien respectively. In the end, only the Dark Nebula and Emperor Empire remained.

The once powerful Gua Empire has been reduced to a stray dog, hunted down daily by Andrew's super warriors.

Then, even without Kasa, during the Mebius era, the Emperor Empire would have disintegrated along with the deaths of the Dark Four and the Emperor aliens.