"I choose option two," I said. He looked at me with a joyful smile.
"Very well. That will be 99% of your current karma. Don't worry though—you're still gaining it from your past deeds, of which you have plenty."
"Now, let's talk about the rules. The rules are simple: if you contribute to your wish, it will be cheaper. If it's something simple like 'I want a chocolate bar,' it'll cost almost nothing."
"These next ones are more in my favor. Firstly, I want my symbiotes and my backpack."
"Wait a minute." A blue holographic screen appeared in front of me, showing (100%).
"Okay. First, my symbiotes (80% left)—worth it.
Second, my backpack, just the linking unit (80%)—not even a dent. Good."
Suddenly, I had an idea.
"I want the armor from my sketchbook, page 490984."
10% left. Cheaper than I expected.
Finally, I spent the rest on my body's potential.
Now I'm good to go.
Wait for me, DC—because I'm coming.
"Marvelous. Let's send you—wait, I have a packet for you. You're really lucky."
He pulled out a small packet with a letter stuck to the front.
Dear Noah Light,
I hope this letter finds you in time. When I heard about you from my brother, I couldn't help but be impressed by your feats, dedication, and bravery. So, I wanted to contribute to your well-deserved voyage. With this, I, Ismael Grey, bestow upon you the Will of the Untold. May God be with you.
Ismael Grey,
Lord Commander of the Protection Army,
Protector of Humanity
After reading the letter, I opened the package—and a warm feeling embraced me.
I felt them—the untold trillions whose names are forgotten. They were long gone, but their will was now united with mine.
"Oh, now that's something valuable. Here, take this. You'll be gone in a moment."
He threw me a card and disappeared.
The Will of the Untold
The spirit of forgotten heroes who sacrificed is with you. The bearer will be protected from any psychic corruption, as long as their will remains undefeated.
"Now this is useful. I can finally sleep in peace, huh?"
My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden darkness.
Here we go.
"The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes here," I said to the girl in front of me.
From her casual clothing and gothic appearance, I recognized her: Death of the Endless.
"You seem legit. But I need to check, just in case. Wait a minute."
She pulled a phone from her pocket.
"Hello, Gilbert? Can you connect me to the boss? Thank you."
"Yes, boss, he's here… Yes, he said that… No, I didn't… No, I was working… NO! I can't send him there. Do you know how much paperwork that would take?... Fine. But I want a raise… Done."
"Yeah. You're clean. Sorry for the trouble. The Boss takes a few decades off and suddenly everyone starts playing with the dead. Welcome to the multiverse—DC-1."
"I don't mind. Now what?" I asked.
"Now, you'll make your own body. A present from the Boss."
Another holographic screen appeared.
These seem to be standard.
Now this looks like a game character creator. Heck, I can even decide the type of my muscles.
Yeah, my inner nerd ego is screaming in excitement.
I'll be here for a while.
One thousand years later (literally).
And I'm finished.
A burly, muscular, tanned man with red eyes, standing at 2.20 meters tall, with a wide physique—even down to his eyebrows. He had swept-back, waist-length, wild crimson hair.
This was my soon-to-be body, shown on the holographic screen.
I won't give more details—but I looked like a war god.
"Yeah, that looks good," Death said from behind me. "Even though you spent a century on your nose."
"Now, about your reincarnation. Got a place in mind?"
"Yes. Send me to Central City. I need a place to live, and I prefer Flash over Batman as a neighbor any day."
"OK. Done. Have a great life," she said, smiling.
I guess I like her.
Everything went black again.
I'm starting to see a pattern here.
Oh, I feel great.
I missed my youth—and this body is even better. My mind is also sharper now, I think.
And I'm naked… with only a golden amulet around my neck.
That must be my armor.
Now you might ask—what kind of armor is worth the majority of your karma?
Well, armor with a soul, obviously.
May I present to you the greatest power armor ever designed: Hadur.
This armor moves as agile as a naked Primarch and has over ten times the defensive power of a Telemon Heavy Dreadnought. On top of that, it boasts destructive capability equal to a Castigator Titan.
Impressed yet?
I also still have my backpack—which is actually just a portal to a sub-dimension (we'll come back to that later)—and my masterpieces: the invention behind my longevity.
My symbiotes.
Now, before your imagination runs wild—these are not Venom-like.
These little guys are incredibly advanced microorganisms. They work on a simple basis: to make me as healthy as possible. That means repairing my DNA, fixing any problem, curing any sickness—including cancer and aging. They've made me as strong as the Emperor himself in his prime.
After admiring my greatness, it's time for business.
First, my armor covered me like a liquid and changed colors like a chameleon.
I can't walk around in golden medieval armor, can I?
Last time Big E did that, people are still worshipping him.
Now I have an Italian suit.
Always found that elegant.
Now it's time to make a man's dream: his secret lair.
I normally live on my ship, but it's in my inventory.
So—let's find a home.
First, I need money.
Where can I get money?
From criminals.
Heh. I haven't done a stealth mission in years.
Let's hope I'm not too rusty.
Let's start with the Penguin.
Yeah… criminals are richer than I expected. Especially the super ones.
Now I own a beautiful estate near Central City, and I've got an extra 20 million in my bank account.
Cybersecurity these days is a joke.
And I saw Batman in Gotham.
I need to meet that guy.
He's the only one with enough paranoia and pessimism to understand me.
Now that the emergencies are handled, it's time for planning.
What should I do first?
Well… these are future Noah's problems.
For now, it's time to sleep.
My symbiotes will do their work—and I don't want to be conscious for that again.
By the Emperor, I haven't slept in ages.
In the dark alleys of Gotham, an extraordinary chaos reigned.
Mysteriously, all major crime rings in Gotham lost millions of dollars.
In his Batcave, Batman was busy trying to find the one responsible.
"It's going to be a long night," said the Dark Knight.
And with more chaos—there were more people needing justice
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