I had fallen into a deep slumber for a while. By the golden undies of the Emperor—I had missed sleep. After regaining clarity, I took a moment to check my inventory.
Before anyone scoffs at how this was "nearly free," allow me to explain my inventory. It wasn't some low-tier tech trick. It was a marvel born from the peak of the Golden Age, fused with ancient Necron engineering and the Warp-tech of the Old Ones. Essentially, it was a subdimension designed by the Federation's brightest minds—including yours truly. The goal was to make logistics instantaneous. It didn't quite succeed at that... but I did end up with a fancy backpack, a semi-physical imitation of my mental workspace, and a device called the Dimensional Anchor—basically a glorified coordinate machine. Truth be told, 99% of it already lived inside my head.
Now, in my new and untainted body, I could finally unleash my full psychic potential and access the inventory without risking catastrophic collapse. (Apparently, fighting the god of decay and disease blesses you with every known and unknown sickness. Fun.)
My old body had been so ravaged, it couldn't handle my psychic output anymore. But now? I was stronger than even Malcador. I could feel the overwhelming power radiating from my mind once more. I reached inward—and there it was: the familiar link to my inventory.
I found myself standing inside a vast room. Bookshelves lined every wall, filled with tomes of forbidden knowledge and ancient blueprints.
"Hermes, can you hear me?" I called out.
[Crystal clear, boss. Good to be back in business. But, uh... where the heck are we?]
The voice was energetic, mechanical, and unmistakably Hermes—my ship's AI.
"We're on Terra, buddy. M2 era. Remember those comics I used to rant about nonstop?"
I could feel his confusion.
Hermes wasn't just any AI. He was the soul of my great ship, The Avenger. And before any of you start screaming "Abominable Intelligence!"—relax. Hermes predates the Cybernetic Revolt by over twenty thousand years. He's more loyal than half the Imperium. (The revolt was an inside job anyway, but that's a story for another day.)
[Comics? You mean that superhero stuff? Oh Throne… Yes, I remember. You and Malcador talked about them for five thousand years. It's burned into my memory—literally. Why bring it up now?]
"We're in them," I said. "Specifically: DC."
[...What? That makes zero sense—standby. Rebooting logic core in 3... 2... 1... Reboot complete. Hello again.]
"...You alright?"
[Boss, next time give me a heads-up before triggering an existential crisis. I'm okay now. So—how the heck are we in a fictional universe? Last thing I remember, you exploded yourself. Please don't tell me you shattered reality again.]
"Excuse me! I only destroyed the space-time continuum once, and you know that. This time it wasn't me. It was—error: name redacted... huh. I can't say his name? Interesting."
"Never mind. We've got more important things to worry about."
[Lemme guess: world conquest is one of them? I remember your rants about idiot governments and their idiot policies.]
"You know me well, old friend. That's exactly what we're doing. Now, status check. What do we have in inventory?"
[As per your last directive, all Legions are stationed on Planet 4546B, reinforcing Operation Make Imperium Great Again. Currently, we have the main ship and essential materials for Noah's Ark Protocol. Also… you blew up the primary engine and all power cores. I'm running on 0.0001% power, relying entirely on that gear project of yours.]
"You can redirect to the nuclear cores in sector 3344 for now. I've got some new power concepts brewing. Are the LP batteries still functional?"
[Functional, yes. Charged? No. Shall I initiate Sun Hunter Protocol?]
"Hopefully not necessary. For now, I'll start my training. Someone's going to visit us in a few weeks—be polite. Oh, and try to recover my playlist."
I severed the connection. Training time. Let's start with something light—The Siege of Terra simulation.
Chapter: The Visitor
Something was off. After all his years of detective work, this sensation was new to him.
"It's too easy," muttered Batman.
Still, the Dark Knight didn't back down over a mere suspicion. Not when Gotham—and possibly the world—was at stake.
He approached the building, a pristine new structure in Central City. Normally, this would be Flash's jurisdiction. But this case… this one felt different. Dangerous.
"Alfred, if I'm not out in an hour, contact the League."
"Understood, Master Wayne. Please be careful."
After a thorough equipment check, Batman moved forward. The front door hissed open before he could touch it. A long hallway greeted him, lined with sealed doors on both sides.
"Welcome, Mr. Batman. You were expected."
A mechanical voice echoed.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Just an assistant. Please proceed—my master wishes to speak with you."
One door opened.
'An elevator,' he noted, stepping in cautiously.
"Please brace yourself."
The doors closed, and the descent began.
As the elevator plunged downward, the transparent walls revealed scenes of otherworldly beauty—vast oceans, primeval forests, mountains untouched by humanity. Further down, glimpses of constructed floors: some ultramodern, some ancient.
And then—nothing. Just darkness and acceleration.
He stood silently, mind racing. Who was this man he was about to meet?
Eventually, the lift slowed.
The doors opened into a cavernous chamber filled with holographic interfaces and futuristic machinery that made even the Batcave look like a relic from the Stone Age.
At the center stood a transparent capsule.
Batman approached, eyes narrowing—then everything went black.
He fainted.
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Sorry for the break. This book was not a planned one. It was just an ıdea I got on my way home. Now I am obsessed with it and I was making researchs on both universe and build an spaceship ranking and some warptech from my headcannon.Also there will be minor mistakes in canon because there isnt one.I really hate DC retcons.Take good care next chapter must be updated in a few days.
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