Chapter 146: Fall Of The Angel! Michael Descends!
Just as the boy’s voice appeared, the laboratory lights began to flicker eerily, and the scars on Batman’s body were spreading at a visible speed.
It did indeed look very dangerous.
“You can do more than just appear in my dreamscape?!”
The Flash looked down at his arm, the scars on his arm also glowing with an eerie blue light, and even the thick black bandages wrapped around it couldn’t stop the blue light from penetrating.
Even the entire scar was wriggling like a living thing at this moment.
“Yes, I’ve always been able to appear in your mind, but I was afraid that would completely scare you.” The dreamscape boy’s voice echoed in The Flash’s mind again.
Childish yet carrying an undeniable power.
“…”
The Flash had indeed been living on edge lately, and he didn’t know if he should thank the other party, since the other party seemed understanding but was also a “parasite” harmful to him.
“If you want to save him, or prevent what’s about to happen, you need to make a decision quickly: are you willing to accept my temporary help in descending to your world.”
The dreamscape boy reminded him once again at this moment.
“You can help him? Really? What the hell did Bruce do to himself?” The Flash’s breathing quickened; he could feel the strangeness under his skin spreading.
Due to his ample caution, The Flash didn’t respond immediately; he feared this was like a contract with a demon, and any answer would open the door to this world for the other party.
“He made the craziest decision a madman could make.” The dreamscape boy didn’t show annoyance or urgency; he simply spoke his judgment in a sighing tone.
“Hearing that, for some reason, I don’t find it strange at all.” The Flash stepped forward to check on Bruce and found Bruce’s body trembling continuously.
“The problem on you and Bruce is the same thing. Sorry, I don’t dare agree to something like that.” After hesitating for a moment, The Flash spoke in a deep voice.
The dreamscape boy was silent for a moment.
“Every shattered universe has two choices. The shattered universe targeting Bruce Wayne obviously made the bad choice, different from ours.”
The boy’s voice seemed to come from the other end of distant time and space. He didn’t know if he was trying to persuade The Flash, but The Flash remained unmoved.
As the fastest man in the world, Barry Allen encounters a faster opponent every year, and he almost always encounters a bad guy disguised as a good one each year.
Forged over a decade or two.
It really made The Flash wary of inexplicable goodwill.
“There must be a price for your help, right?” The Flash probed cautiously, his fingers unconsciously clenching, as if considering Jordan’s previous proposal.
He was very conflicted.
If the scars on his arm started spreading wildly too, should he really just chop off this arm? With Batman unconscious, he couldn’t find anyone to help him think.
“Of course there’s a price: you must help me get home. I remember I already told you this.” The boy’s voice carried a hint of helplessness.
“I don’t think it’ll be that simple.”
The Flash began searching the base, using his knowledge to try to find the backup plan left by Batman—he firmly believed Batman wouldn’t take risks lightly.
This man always made the most adequate preparations before adventuring.
“That’s not simple at all. Our home has drifted to who knows how far away. But The Flash and Batman, you’ll always find a way to solve the problem, right?”
The dreamscape boy’s voice carried a hint of expectation.
“You seem to know us very well. How can I know you’re not deceiving me right now, inducing me to do something very unfavorable to our world?”
The Flash still didn’t waver.
He tried to unlock a warehouse door, his fingers frantically exhausting all possible password combinations at crazy speeds. Fortunately, Batman hadn’t set a mechanism to explode after five failed unlocks.
“If I wanted to harm you, Barry Allen, you’d have been completely eroded by now—believe me, I’m not lying; my power exceeds your imagination.”
The boy’s voice suddenly took on a serious tone.
“Batman can’t die; I still need him to help me figure out a way home—this is my sincerity.” As these words fell, the scars on The Flash’s arm suddenly receded.
His skin also returned to its normal color.
“What happened?”
The Flash was somewhat stunned. The problem he and the Justice League had struggled with for so long now seemed to have been retracted by the outer universe eroding him itself.
“The erosion you suffered was just so we could observe the outside—that’s our eye.” The dreamscape boy’s voice now sounded much more ethereal.
As if transmitted to The Flash’s brain from a farther position.
“So, you’re saying Bruce’s current condition is due to many outer universes invading and observing our world?” The Flash looked at Batman, whose face was also scarred.
“My television no longer shows what your eyes see, but your understanding isn’t wrong.” The dreamscape boy’s ethereal voice had slightly unclear pronunciation.
Just like a signal reception and transmission issue.
“This really isn’t good.”
The Flash exhausted all six-digit password combinations but still couldn’t open Batman’s warehouse. His attempt to break in using resonance ability also failed.
“You need to decide quickly. I can’t lend you my power; you’re too weak.” The dreamscape boy spoke again, stating the fact that left The Flash speechless in the most casual tone.
“I could run faster originally, but ever since you eroded me, my speed and physical quality have been declining.” The Flash slammed the door hard.
His strength didn’t even trigger the intrusion alarm.
“…”
This really made The Flash feel bad.
“It’s not because we’re secretly absorbing your power. Read fewer of those books written by Superman’s little son.” The dreamscape boy had clearly seen Ian’s works through The Flash’s eyes.
《Overbearing Superman Falls for Me》 has updated to a new stage: the soul-sleeping Superman becomes the reincarnated heroine’s makeup mirror old man, secretly wiping off the reincarnated heroine’s sunscreen every day, then using her skin to absorb sunlight for soul recovery—and occasionally siphoning some of the heroine’s abilities.
Yes.
The heroine has abilities in her second life.
Urban novels are like this in the later stages.
“Oh? If not because of you, did my speed just vanish into thin air?” The Flash didn’t believe the dreamscape boy at all; everyone in the Justice League loves reading Ian’s novels.
Superman is the exception.
“No, it’s always been there. In fact, you’re much, much stronger than before. You feel slower only because you’re carrying me and my world while running, and my world is still attracting more universal matter to reinforce itself.” The dreamscape boy’s response clearly exceeded The Flash’s expectations.
His expression froze for a long time.
Until Batman let out a pained groan, pulling The Flash back from the unexpected answer.
“I need… to find someone who can make decisions to assess the situation.” The Flash’s eyes shook violently. After glancing at Batman, who seemed about to kick the bucket any moment, he turned and ran toward the door.
Before his words finished, he had already turned into a golden bolt of lightning rushing out of the underground base. Speed Force energy trailed a brilliant light tail behind him, reaching the surface in the blink of an eye.
However.
Before The Flash could rush toward Metropolis, an unexpected sight caught his eye.
On the ground.
In front of a damaged church.
Superman was already floating in mid-air, his red cape flapping loudly in the wind. The Flash was extremely surprised, puzzled whether Clark had grown so strong that even Batman’s base couldn’t block his super hearing now.
“Clark?”
The Flash stopped in surprise.
Superman didn’t answer.
His expression was unusually serious, his gaze locked on a distant abandoned church. Before The Flash could ask further, Superman shot toward the church like an arrow off the string.
“Wait!”
The Flash hurriedly followed.
The two burst into the church one after another, and the scene made The Flash gasp— Ian Kent was standing amid a crowd of gathered fallen angels.
Beside him was that plague girl Madison who could fire super AIDS.
“Remember!”
After sending away the Dream God, Ian jumped back onto the podium, raising his arm high. “Every drop of sweat you shed in the human world today is your passport back to Heaven tomorrow!”
The angels were stirred to blood-boiling fervor, some wiping tears nonstop.
“Look at this!”
Ian suddenly pulled out a large round disc, its cover boldly printed with 【Angel Roulette】. “Complete your performance targets, and exchange for Heaven points!”
“Use Heaven points for draws, and draws give a chance at qualification to return to Heaven… fragments. Anyway, collect 108 fragments, and I’ll definitely send you back to Heaven.”
Saying this.
Ian even demonstrated the back of the roulette on-site, disassembling it to prove he was the conscientious Archangel Ian, with no shady operations on the 1/20 win rate.
Truth be told.
This was 100% Ian’s conscience at work; he even stopped his Super Brain from using the 【Pinduoduo draw】 strategy of collecting fragments of fragments after 107 fragments.
Archangel Ian was just that pure-hearted.
“We’ll work hard to atone!”
“Hope is right in front of us!”
Sure enough, thunderous applause erupted on-site. Later-arriving angels also signed labor contracts with red eyes, fearing to miss this “precious opportunity.”
Ian was fully immersed in his speech, so he didn’t notice Clark approaching from behind with a dark face, grabbing his nape and lifting him up.
“Ian.”
Superman’s low voice suppressed angry emotions.
“What are you doing?”
He truly hadn’t expected that in his brief absence, his little son had become a MLM boss, even fooling a bunch of real angels.
“I’m helping homeless angels! Yes! We’re just doing charity! Helping lost angels re-employ!” Ian dangled his legs in the air.
Stubborn as ever.
Superman didn’t respond.
He just slowly turned his head toward Madison, who was trying to sneak behind and club his head with a street lamp.
“…”
Seeing the girl hide the three-meter street lamp behind her less-than-1.7-meter frame.
Superman’s expression was speechless and spectacular.
“Your parents are very worried about you; you should go home.” Superman could hear Madison’s parents’ voices, though he was actually telling a white lie here.
No choice.
Madison’s parents’ mental state seemed off too; they actually thought their daughter had finally hooked an alien and should hustle a career with the alien outside.
“Liar, you’re lying; my parents support me.” Madison was very sharp at times; a top green tea girl’s basic skill is detecting deception.
“I’m Ian’s hired PR manager. He needs professionals to handle media relations and also needs me to stop the angels from joining bad local unions.”
“Oh, right, he also wants to shoot a few movies about his greatness in sheltering the homeless; I’ll play the heroine.” Madison had been thoroughly bought by Ian.
Ian gave too much.
Dreaming of being a Hollywood superstar wasn’t wrong.
“Yeah, yeah, not only do I provide room and board and a chance to return to Heaven, I also pay them wages.” Ian timely adjusted his strategy to align with his old father’s values.
“They don’t need your help.”
Clark said expressionlessly. He was quite depressed now; those high-cold angels who rejected Batman’s help during the day had all become so gullible?
Batman’s help didn’t even require the angels to labor! Batman collects angel blood for research—wouldn’t Ian, who fancied himself more Batman than Batman, do the same?
Clark had observed!
Rich Ian had just secretly bought several laboratories! No need to guess; the old father knew Ian was researching angel potions “tastier” than Superman potion!
Just as Clark didn’t know how to evaluate Ian’s behavior.
“Let go of Lord Ian!”
Madison clearly wanted to save Ian; with one plan failing, she devised another, drawing on her school experience of bullying outcasts and rallying green tea cliques.
“You evil Superman, let him go! He’s the chosen one! We’re willingly working for him to atone!” Madison, hiding in the crowd, pinched her voice and shouted loudly.
Her Hollywood child star acting, restrained yet infectious in cry.
“You definitely don’t want us back in Heaven! You want to trap us in the human world!” This was like a spark in a powder keg; the surrounding angels immediately exploded.
“That’s right! Let go of the savior angel!”
“We’re voluntary!”
“This is a sacred employment ceremony!”
One female angel even flew up, pointing at Superman’s nose in threat. “If you don’t let go, I’ll publish in the 《Daily Planet》 the details of you confessing to Lana’s photos every night as a kid!”
“I know what you said, that filthy language—you definitely don’t want me telling Lois!” The angels knew Superman, and they really knew his black history from childhood to now.
“…”
Superman’s hand trembled slightly.
His face visibly turned red.
From ears to neck.
Ian seized the chance to break free, landing lightly on the ground. He shook his shoulders, and seventy-two light wings “whoosh” unfolded, mimicry wings illuminating the church like daylight.
“Okay, okay, don’t do this to my dad. He’s my favorite family after all.” Ian waved his hand pretending to be serious; he really held back his curiosity for family harmony.
Of course.
From the angels’ snippets.
Ian roughly realized Jordan’s “filthy mutterings” hiding in the dorm were a bloodline inheritance; he’d wrongly blamed his second brother in the past.
Kryptonians all seem to have mating seasons.
Just as Ian changed his view of Jordan.
“What tolerance from the lord!”
“That’s the Archangel’s demeanor!”
“Lord Ian is too kind!”
…
The angels smoothly flattered—angels in Heaven didn’t learn much else, but flattering Archangels was masterful.
Heaven really had other Archangels who loved flattery.
Clark stood aside, black lines almost materializing on his face, extending to the moon’s surface. He opened his mouth but found he couldn’t interject.
The old father could only convince himself this might be God’s task for Ian—absurd, but at least it let him sleep well at night.
Invincible Superman really didn’t have his little son’s guts.
Tricking angels?
Making angels work factories, screw bolts, live stream? Even demons wouldn’t dare.
“Um, excuse me, I have something important to say.” As the farce escalated, The Flash at the church door finally couldn’t hold back.
No one paid him attention.
The angels were asking Ian when atonement could start.
“Fastest tonight, latest tomorrow morning. Don’t worry, all easy jobs. Oh, little punk girl, find some dance teachers to teach the angels modern hot dances.”
“Later, I’ll have my pet Minotaur teach you how to do phone chat services, listening to late-night citizens’ troubles with the gentlest, most caring tone for those most prone to suicide jumps.” After all, charges are high, so service must be good; Ian treats paying clients like God.
He really had a heart for doing real work.
Plenty of late-night jumpers.
Ian hoped the angels would earn money for him while accumulating merit; angels win once, he wins three-four-five-six-seven-eight times.
“Oh, right, don’t let me catch any real fallen angels using my live stream or chat platform for unhealthy transactions; that would damage my merit.”
Ian was still talking animatedly.
This modern merit accumulation method couldn’t be understood by his stodgy father; Clark just sighed heavily, even covering his ears like an ostrich.
“…”
Seeing himself as invisible, The Flash felt extremely helpless, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his might, “Batman is about to die!”
With so many angels and Madison there, The Flash didn’t use Batman’s real name. This line drew all eyes; the church instantly quieted.
“Batman won’t die.”
An angel spoke confidently.
Superman glanced at this angel thoughtfully.
“I haven’t even seen Batman go dark, and now he’s killing himself?” Superman’s expression and tone were complex, hard to say if shock or regret.
He didn’t even care about Batman as much as Ian.
“My biggest connection in America can’t have an accident! Mom hasn’t started running for president yet!” Ian couldn’t figure out what accident happened.
Batman was lively during the day; how was he critically ill hours later?
He racked his brains.
While the little punk girl already had guesses.
“Was he poisoned by Batgirl in that thing?” She whispered a movie-level plot; clearly, this girl always thought Batman and Batgirl were a couple.
Such unethical speculation wasn’t entirely baseless.
“You’re so smart! But it’s not Batgirl, it’s that seductive wild cat outside! Batman loves finding scheming kitties for late-night heart-to-hearts!”
“It’s recorded in the upcoming 《Catwoman Don’t Look Back, I’m Batman》!” While praising Madison, Ian promoted his new book.
He didn’t think Batman would cool off quickly.
That was Batman.
Nothing short of a major event threatens the DC big daddy! Even Death Lady proved Batman is vital to the DC universe.
“If your new book becomes a movie, can I play the lead?” Madison heard of the book; the heroine is Wonder Woman, and she thought she could portray her well.
“No problem!”
Ian always treated friends well.
He agreed readily.
“…”
Superman hesitated to speak.
“Or tell us what happened to Batman?”
He changed the topic, not wanting to discuss Ian’s works, as lately during heroics, people asked if he really fell for an older auntie.
“I’ll just take you there to see.” The Flash seemed jaded; he glanced at the gathered angels without mentioning the outer universe corruption.
Mainly worried about real fallen angels among them. Persecution delusion is a phase every superhero goes through, especially Barry Allen persecuted yearly by other speedsters; he even feared exposing his corruption would get him and Iris cleared as threats by Heaven.
Angels in movies always do that; no wonder The Flash had such stereotypes.
“Okay, okay, take us to save my Uncle Batman, then I can continue repaying favors.” Honest Ian voiced his pure, honest thoughts.
Superman gave him several looks but didn’t criticize.
“Where is he?”
Clark looked around but didn’t spot Bruce in Gotham—this guy hid so well, even mutated into Bat Doomsday, no one would find him.
“Um, probably here.”
The Flash pointed straight at the ground below the church; he suspected Batman chose this base because a little boy was declaring cult culture right above.
“Underground base.” Superman immediately frowned at the ground; X-ray vision pierced layers of soil but found no anomalies, unsure what isolation means Bruce enhanced.
“I’ll take you. Hope the door isn’t auto-sealed.” The Flash saw Superman’s confusion, sighed, and golden Speed Force arcs lit his body.
Superman prepared to follow.
Ian quickly turned to instruct his big manager Madison, “Take care of these important assets of Ian’s Greatest Technology Group! Buy them some takeout!”
“Buy a lot, organic food only; don’t poison my fixed assets! Who knows if powerless angels can handle America’s pesticide tech.”
Ian pulled a stack of money from his pocket and stuffed it to Madison.
Quite a hefty sum.
“Lead the way.” Superman glanced at the amount equaling years of his salary, looked away but couldn’t resist turning back for several more looks before following The Flash.
Ian too.
The Flash’s speed was now slow enough for him to track easily.
“Uncle Flash, don’t die; if worst comes, I’ll beg my suitor to spare you. If you die, how to handle the nine million favors you owe me?”
“After death, you can’t go to Heaven or Hell; you’ll repay debts in the Speed Force… I’ll have trouble contacting you.” Ian’s fading voice came from outside the church.
After Ian left.
Madison immediately pulled out her mobile phone, opened the takeout app, but found all Gotham night shops “closed.” Without hesitation, she swiped to the Metropolis area.
“Gotham just had a major event and is chaotic anyway, but our Metropolis is different; takeout delivers even at midnight.”
Madison had regional pride.
She splurged on a pile of takeout from Metropolis; involving many shops, the bill was messy, math truly hitting this little punk girl’s knowledge blind spot.
She calculated.
But couldn’t figure it out.
“Um… Miss Madison,”
An angel cautiously approached, starting to guide Madison on accounting. Angels hadn’t studied, but basic math was no issue.
“Not bad, not bad; your math is great, half of Ian’s level.” This was Madison’s go-to praise. The angel chuckled awkwardly, not daring to say he could discuss math with real great mathematicians. As Madison clumsily accounted correctly under the angel’s guidance.
The church door was suddenly smashed open by a blinding white light.
“What are you doing here?” His voice dropped the church temperature; Michael entered with a gloomy face, his handsome features full of displeasure.
“Venerable One!”
The angels instantly got excited.
They finally saw a familiar Archangel. While flattering Michael, they chattered about savior Archangel Ian arranging their atonement path.
They explained Ian’s “salvation plan” noisily; Michael’s face grew uglier. This Archangel couldn’t believe his ears.
He’d only been delayed by other matters.
Who would have thought.
Heaven was about to be gutted!
“You idiots! All come with me!” Michael roared, turning to the door; he needed to hide the angels back in Heaven before the dirty thing noticed.
Even if against God’s original will.
However.
Better than angels really being fooled silly. Michael didn’t want to see angels working in the human world; that would shame Heaven.
It made him angry.
He walked to where the Gate of Heaven fell.
Not far outside the church.
“Halt, this area is sealed!” Wayne Enterprises security surrounded him, high-tech weapons aimed. Michael just gave a cold glance; all security collapsed asleep uniformly.
The protective gear turned to ashes instantly.
This was an Archangel’s will easily rewriting reality.
Even in the human world without full power.
Michael easily breached all defenses, but upon reaching the fallen Gate of Heaven, the unexpected happened—completely beyond Michael’s expectations.
“Click~”
Michael pushed the door; it didn’t budge. Angels followed, waiting eagerly. Michael’s face fell; he pushed harder.
The door still no reaction.
“What’s going on?” Michael’s body bloomed dazzling glory, trying to force open the Gate of Heaven. But something more terrifying happened—his glory rapidly faded.
Vanishing clean in a blink!
The angels were dumbfounded.
“Venerable Michael, do you need to atone too?”
These angels stared incredulously at the Archangel; they clearly felt his glory recede, just like theirs before.
Hearing this.
Michael was silent.
Face full of shock.
Eyes full of disbelief.
“No! Impossible! I’m an Archangel! I’m the sword-bearer!”
He frantically pushed the door, still failing; even his wings began wilting. As Michael roared to the sky, Madison squeezed from the crowd, thoughtfully handing a document.
Eyes bloodshot, Michael looked down.
The document title boldly read.
【Ian’s Greatest Technology Group Angel Labor Contract】
This was Ian anticipating more angels might come, so he left Madison a copy of 【Ian’s labor contract】—a new ability from the magic book eating the Death Note.
Now.
It clearly had its use.
“I’ve read the Bible; I know you’re powerful, Archangel. I’ll make you team leader; you get three extra spins on the great grateful Ian roulette monthly.”
Madison spoke to Michael mimicking Ian’s pie-in-the-sky style.
Her tone already had three parts essence.
The air grew slightly quiet.
Countless envious gasps came from before the Gate of Heaven.
