Chapter 185: Darkseid’s Fall! Divine Doctor Returns!
Deep space.
Two golden figures were like entangled comets, each collision making the surrounding spacetime tremble.
Stars dimmed. Their speed surpassed the limits of biology, their strength overriding physical laws, and the aftermath of their battle even caused nearby galaxies to deviate from their orbits. Clark Kent—no, at this moment he was more like some existence beyond the norm, bathed in brilliant golden light.
At this moment, he was no longer the Kryptonian son in the red and blue uniform. His body was wrapped in pure golden light, his eyes like two burning stars, and wherever his heat vision passed, even space itself was scorched with eternal wounds. He was the embodiment of hope, the sun god walking the world.
The heat vision from his eyes seemed truly like the sun spilling forth.
Both Supermen were like this.
Its power was far, far stronger than the miniaturized sun in Ian’s eyes. Of course, Ian had no need to feel dejected, after all, he was still just a young, underage “Kryptonian.”
“Looks like you still have some potential.” Clark Kent, locked in fierce battle with Ian’s old man, was Golden Superman, a powerful existence from a distant parallel universe.
He possessed near-divine power, able to reshape reality and reverse time. His golden battle suit flowed with the energy of the universe’s origin, his pupils reflecting infinite possibilities.
Actually, Ian had already recognized this, but “weak” as Ian was, he couldn’t intervene at all. Golden Superman was Superman’s ultimate evolved form after tens of thousands of years of cultivation in the sun core.
“Your mercy is too narrow, your capacity unable to support saving all universes.” Golden Superman’s voice rang directly in Clark’s mind, low and majestic.
“What about you?”
Clark’s fist smashed toward the other, but was caught single-handedly by Golden Superman, the shockwave shattering many nearby planets. “What gives you the right to decide what the ‘correct’ future is?”
Golden Superman didn’t answer, instead suddenly exerting force to hurl Clark toward a dying star. Clark’s body pierced through the star core like a cannonball, triggering a supernova explosion, with blazing plasma surging out, only to solidify under a mere thought from Golden Superman, as if time had been paused.
“I’m different from you; your ideals are too naive.” Golden Superman hovered before the supernova, his voice ice-cold. “Some problems have only one solution.”
“The strongest Superman must be born.” Somehow Golden Superman had been brainwashed by the Supreme Alliance; he clearly wasn’t controlled, but his thoughts had become extremely radical.
Clark burst out from the star’s remnants, his golden light even more blazing. He said no more, attacking Golden Superman with even greater ferocity. Their battle went from the reality dimension to the torrent of time, then tore back from the quantum realm to the material universe—this was a battle Ian simply couldn’t intervene in.
Golden Superman was too strong.
He had achieved dimensional ascension by absorbing solar energy, becoming a five-dimensional lifeform able to manipulate timelines, wielding the Green Lantern Corps’ ultimate divine artifact “the Last Divine Power Ring.” In other universes, Golden Superman had demonstrated multiversal-level abilities like crushing poison suns and reshaping DNA to create five-dimensional life.
Such Kryptonian life.
How could Ian, with less than fifteen years since his debut, compare?
He couldn’t even use his eyes to buff his old man, because the range and speed of the two Supermen’s battle far exceeded what his eyes could now capture.
“And even if I could capture old man’s speed, the boost I could provide would probably be negligible; he’s already ignited the sun in his heart.”
Ian had always believed his old man had the posture of idealism, and facts proved it. As Clark Kent’s eldest son, the only help he could now provide old man was using his new ability 【Whisper】, constantly whispering in the ear of the locked-on old man about the unhappy life after Mother remarried with him.
“Old man, if you lie down now, Mother can hold a singles party in the Batcave tomorrow—you guess if that bald Luthor-version Clark from the neighboring universe wearing a black cloak will propose with a kryptonite ring?”
“There really is such a parallel universe…”
Didn’t want to hear it.
But Ian’s whisper ability was indeed very buggy, originating from Mephisto the Marvel great demon. Clark’s fist grazed past Golden Superman’s cheek, deviating by half an inch.
Hand shook.
“Jonathan and Jordan will be in for it~ Eldest brother Jonathan, second brother Jordan, they’ll meet a stepfather who really likes domestic violence against children, but you don’t have to worry about me.”
“I know how to wield the weapon of law to protect myself, can smack stepfather with the 《Constitution of the United States of America》. Of course, if this continues, Mother will definitely keep remarrying.”
“Just like that, cycle after cycle, endless, who knows one day Mother might be forced to remarry Batman—I saw Batman glance at Mother a couple extra times last time.”
When it came to stirring the pot, Ian was very professional. Listening to it made Clark Kent go mad with explosive power growth. Golden Superman’s hand blade was suddenly gripped by Clark, finger bones cracking under the strain.
“Ian!!!” Clark’s pupils instantly lit up with idealism-level golden light. The two had already fought to deep space; he grabbed Golden Superman’s neck and smashed toward Apokolips’ core.
“Shut—your mouth!”
This was an irritated scolding at Ian, but the one suffering was Apokolips as the “spectator planet.” Apokolips was Darkseid’s ruling core, one of the most terrifying planets in the DC universe, called the “heart of darkness.” This planet was built by New God technology, its surface covered in burning scorched earth, massive factories and prisons, the sky forever shrouded in a red sun, and the air filled with an aura of despair.
Now.
It suffered an attack no one could have foreseen.
Boom!
The entire Apokolips plate was shifted three kilometers, lava erupting like fountains from cracks, the surface cracking at this moment with wounds far exceeding the East African Rift Valley.
At the same time.
Darkseid was originally sitting on his throne.
Darkseid is the ultimate symbol of “darkness and chaos” in DC, also known as the Dark Lord, ruler of Apokolips, and one of the most powerful evil gods among the New Gods.
His real name is Uxas, originally the second imperial prince of Apokolips, who killed his brother, seized the Omega Effect—a ultimate power—and thus became ruler of Apokolips.
His appearance is an 8-foot-9-inch rock giant, skin a rocky gray-black, face covered in ferocious patterns, eyes revealing utmost coldness and cruelty.
As Superman’s “destined enemy,” Darkseid’s ambition is not just to rule Apokolips but to conquer the entire multiverse, destroying all life’s free will through the “Anti-Life Equation.”
Establish eternal dark order. At this moment, Darkseid was tapping the armrest with his fingers, thinking how to exploit the multiverse’s chaos to expand his territory.
However, suddenly the entire palace shook violently, walls cracking, ceiling collapsing.
“What’s going on?!”
He abruptly stood, Omega Power already brewing in his eyes.
“Y-Your Majesty!”
A subordinate stumbled in. “There are two Super—”
Boom—!!!
The palace dome was smashed, two golden lights crashing into the hall like meteors, a red-blue afterimage “bang” smashing onto the conference table before Darkseid, the shockwave instantly blowing away all Dark Elites. Darkseid hadn’t even seen who it was when two roars rang out simultaneously.
“Out of the way!” Clark’s fist smashed over.
“Get lost!” Golden Superman’s heat vision erupted.
Somehow, their attack trajectories inexplicably curved, heading straight for him.
Darkseid: “……？？？”
BOOOOOOM—!!!
The next second, the two Supermen’s fists came at his face simultaneously. Omega Power auto-protected at the critical moment, yet was still forcibly pushed back by the two god-level forces. Apokolips’ crust cracked at this instant, lava surged, the whole planet wailing.
Darkseid was dumbfounded.
He only saw the two Supermen fight to his turf, and toward his direction no less. He hadn’t even gone to destroy Earth yet, and now his home was about to be demolished.
This was the tragedy of not buying the 【property insurance】 from Ian’s insurance company. Of course, even if Darkseid had bought it, Ian would have reasons to deny the claim.
He was very much integrated into the ranks of capitalists.
“Boom rumble~ boom rumble~”
Continuous explosions rang out on Apokolips, two deity-like figures crisscrossing amid lead-gray clouds, each collision shaking the entire planet.
“Boom—!!!”
Clark punched Golden Superman into Apokolips’ core fortress.
That super fortress claimed to withstand the big bang shattered like a cookie. Lava surged out, yet evaporated into invisible particles before touching the two Kryptonians.
“You—”
Darkseid’s roar came from underground the throne. He had solidly taken two undignified sneak attacks, the Omega Effect boiling in his angry eyes.
“This is Apokolips!”
In response, the two Supermen didn’t answer—no answer meant they knew.
They continued beating each other.
Clark’s heat vision clashed with Golden Superman’s bio-electric field, the overflowing energy torrent conveniently sweeping flat three assembling Parademon legions. Golden Superman’s elbow strike, Clark dodged sideways, that galaxy-shattering shockwave diagonally cleaving Apokolips’ orbital weapon platform.
Apokolips, this hell planet of steel, lava, and eternal warfire, was now facing its most absurd, most humiliating moment since birth.
Not invasion, not conquest, but being used as a boxing ring.
Two figures wildly collided in Apokolips’ low sky.
Each punch caused space folds, each dodge tore the atmosphere. Golden energy torrents poured like waterfalls, illuminating the entire planet like daylight.
Yet this destructive light precisely avoided all civilian areas.
Apokolips’ “civilians.”
Those bottom creatures living in lava fissures trembled in fear, yet unharmed. While their “god,” Darkseid’s legions, faced annihilation.
Parademon nests.
Before eggs could hatch, nest entrances were swept by stray fist winds, turning to ashes. Parademons are Apokolips’ signature creatures, transformed from captives of conquered planets by Darkseid, mindless, without free will, obeying only Darkseid, his main force for multiverse conquest.
Now, they died before debuting.
Even the Fury Squad serving as Darkseid’s Guard didn’t escape, completely swallowed by light, losing all traces of existence in the universe.
This elite upper combat force of Darkseid’s finest warriors had just awakened from stasis pods, battle suits not fully activated, Apokolips’ defense systems not even locking targets.
“Alert—unknown energy—”
“Activate plasma—”
“Quick! Contact—”
Words unfinished.
Golden light surged like tides, swallowing them with the entire command center. No battle, no resistance—the Furies and their proud tech war evaporated utterly in the light.
“No… impossible…” In the surveillance room, a senior Parademon commander watched the screen, voice trembling. The next second, a stray fist blast grazed Apokolips’ outer orbit.
His tower was directly erased, along with him. Apokolips’ war machine was being cleared by a force beyond comprehension—in the most brutal way. Darkseid sat on his Omega Throne forged from countless bones, eyes fixed on the outside battle.
He, the universe’s tyrant, order’s destroyer, who made countless civilizations kneel under Omega Rays. Yet now, he was like a furious parent helpless against intruding children.
“They’re… fighting.”
Darkseid’s voice was thunder-low, carrying incredulous absurdity. “On my Apokolips… like street thugs… fighting?”
What enraged him more—these “thugs'” battle aftershocks precisely destroyed all his living forces and core tech facilities. Parademon factories, antimatter cannon arrays, dimensional jump engines… strategic sites disintegrated in golden light. Of course, that wasn’t what broke Darkseid most.
Mainly, the two figures occasionally landed black fists on him personally.
His nose was bruised.
Darkseid finally couldn’t sit still.
“Shame!” Darkseid roared, eyes igniting scarlet flames. “My legions… my realm… trampled like this!”
His massive body oppressed the entire planet like a mountain.
“Since you want to play…”
The Dark King whispered, voice echoing like the abyss.
“Then let me join this ‘game.’ When I stare into your eyes, shatter your dreams, crush your hearts, sixty billion eyes will follow.”
He raised his right hand, pointing at the battlefield center.
【Omega Effect】—activated!
In an instant, Apokolips’ sky was torn.
A scarlet ray brighter than the sun erupted from Darkseid’s eyes, shooting skyward, intersecting the two golden figures’ battlefield.
This was the power to erase existence, distort reality, making targets vanish utterly from spacetime.
However.
The Omega Ray pierced the void, but when it hit the clash center of Superman and Golden Superman, it was intercepted mid-way by two heat visions————not annihilation, but collision.
Red lights intertwined, exploding with light brighter than a supernova. Space shattered like glass, time flowed backward in cracks. The entire Apokolips was tilted by this force, lava oceans raising thousand-meter waves. Three cosmic-level energies entangled and exploded, the shockwave lifting Apokolips’ crust three thousand meters high.
Darkseid’s power originated from the Omega Effect, a cosmic-level energy from New God essence, mainly manifesting in two signature abilities. One is the Omega Ray, concentrated plasma beams from the eyes that can directly erase targets’ existence or resurrect them for his use.
Two is the Omega Sanction, trapping opponents in endless parallel world loops from which even death offers no escape, victims accumulating Omega energy in the cycle.
Ultimately possibly destroying the entire world.
In truth, Darkseid is likely a six-dimensional being, a level above the five-dimensional Golden Superman, though he is currently in a super juvenile form.
Of course, juvenile Darkseid is still very strong, but the two Supermen now burning with inner suns merely retreated half a step under the Omega Ray’s impact.
“Since you both want to be gods… I’ll let you taste true ‘divine punishment.'”
Darkseid joined the fray.
Should have been an inseparable melee.
However.
He had only struck once.
The next second, Clark Kent and his parallel universe counterpart Golden Superman exchanged a glance, no words, two golden lights simultaneously turning toward him.
1+1 sometimes really doesn’t equal two.
“Bang!!”
The Omega shield shattered like glass. Darkseid was sandwiched between them, taking Clark’s Kryptonian straight punch on the left, Golden Superman’s future elbow strike on the right. The Dark Lord flew backward like a cannonball, piercing eighteen antimatter reactors consecutively, finally crashing into his most treasured Omega Armory.
The great Dark Lord so disheveled—good thing his sons didn’t see, or the little majesty left in their hearts would vanish entirely.
Of course, no insiders witnessing didn’t mean no outsiders did. Ian, watching the battle via Marvel Black Box from afar, had silently started screen recording.
Ian’s greatest technology company subsidiary, currently solo-operated by Ian himself, Ian Pictures, to reach the stars, needed real tricks and things others dared not film.
“This is miserable; later, whenever Darkseid wants to act superior, can use how he was beaten by two Supermen teaming up, repeatedly bringing it up to suppress his arrogance!”
“In the Myriad Worlds, even Master Ian hasn’t been beaten by Superman like this.”
Ian casually tossed aside the Injustice Superman covered in burns and unconscious; he was merciful Master Ian, so he selflessly applied over ten boxes of burn ointment to Injustice Superman.
Master Ian so gentle, so the unconscious Injustice Superman was also eye-poked by Ian with Gungnir’s buttstock, very kindly helping him cry out in unconsciousness.
The Black Box was still broadcasting Apokolips’ story.
Ian watched intently.
His fingertips slid gently over the Black Box’s smooth surface, adjusting observation frequency, completely missing that the unconscious Injustice Superman behind him was slowly waking.
Injustice Superman’s fingers twitched first, then his eyelids. His lashes trembled, like struggling from a nightmare. When those once-blue now turbid eyes finally opened, what entered was the fractured starry sky—universe torn by energy, somewhat empty.
“Where am I?” His voice was hoarse unlike himself.
Memories surged like tides, yet slipped away like sand in hand. He remembered golden light, remembered being forcibly controlled upon returning to headquarters after last leaving this universe.
Also remembered the planets turned to ashes under his hand—Injustice Superman painfully propped up his body, every muscle screaming protest. He looked down at his arm; skin scorched black and ulcerated by Golden Superman’s energy, the black demonic runes once snaking his skin naturally gone without trace.
This was why Injustice Superman regained consciousness.
“I gained freedom?”
The word rolled on Injustice Superman’s tongue, strange yet familiar.
He looked around.
An unprecedented guilt hammered his chest.
Then he saw Ian—that always elusive shouldn’t-exist entity, back turned, focused on the mysterious Black Box.
Injustice Superman staggered up, his ten broken fingers by Ian looking grotesquely twisted. He dragged toward Ian, wanting to know what he had done.
“Ian Kent?”
Injustice Superman spoke with difficulty, voice like from afar. When his hand finally touched Ian’s shoulder, the other spun back like a reflex with a hook.
“Overlord return horse gun!”
Gungnir’s tip flashed lethal cold light, piercing Injustice Superman’s abdomen at speed beyond human eyes. Kryptonian steel body like thin paper before the divine artifact. Injustice Superman’s eyes widened, looking down at the spear tip protruding from his back, blood dripping along golden patterns onto planet fragments.
“I’m free from control.” Each word brought scarlet blood from his mouth. “I just wanted to warn you. Why act like a villain so decisive…”
“Decisive” not yet out.
The already gravely injured Injustice Superman fell backward.
Ian’s expression froze.
He then noticed Injustice Superman’s skin fully scorched, no more demonic runes, eyes lacking the controlled madness.
He recalled his Batman uncle, gone to Hell waiting for Ian’s job assignment, once saying this parallel universe Superman who descended before was mind-controlled.
Now it seemed.
The other seemed to have a trend of reforming?
“Damn! Thought it was UFOs grabbing me for breeding!” Ian cursed, withdrawing Gungnir. Injustice Superman knelt then pitched forward.
Ian caught him before full collapse, feeling this once-invincible body now terrifyingly light, like previously absorbed power transferred to someone else.
“Thought you were sneaking up… what a mess, good thing my medical skills are good.” Quickly checked Injustice Superman’s vitals—weak but stable.
He sighed in relief, starting to save his life.
Ian carefully placed Injustice Superman on relatively flat ground, rummaging his dimensional pocket. First pulled out the Darkness Sword as surgical tool.
Then seemingly ordinary fishing line.
Finally a stapler with adamantium staples.
Medical equipment ready.
Ian watched the Black Box’s scenes while starting his second illegal medical practice. But the video’s battle made it hard to focus.
Darkseid seemed about to explode with power too—its background really strong. Due to Ian’s distraction, he accidentally tore Injustice Superman’s unconscious wound even wider.
“Uh…”
Looking at Injustice Superman’s organ-filled abdomen, having forgotten anesthesia, he hammer-smashed him amid pained groans.
The hammer had green kryptonite.
So physical anesthesia extremely effective.
It was originally prepared for second brother Jonathan as brotherly affection protection.
“Sorry, bear with it.” As apology for his mistake, Ian stared at Injustice Superman’s abdomen, hesitating whether to give some compensation.
Perhaps that could be a true bond to make Injustice Superman turn good?
Divine Doctor Ian unsure if this violated worldly norms. After all, nearly fifteen, no longer a fourteen-year-old youth, so he had moments of hesitation.
Mainly hesitating if twins or sextuplets made a firmer bond.
