Meanwhile.
DC, Earth-Prime.
At the border of Metropolis and Gotham City.
The sky was overcast with clouds, thunder, and rain.
Two figures were confronting each other in the ruins.
One wore gray armor, looking like a giant bat.
Batman, Bruce Wayne.
He held a Kryptonite spear emitting a faint green light, stepping on that Man of Steel.
And beneath his feet was the man with god-like power—Superman, Clark Kent.
He was clutching his chest, a pained expression on his face. The Kryptonite radiation was weakening his strength.
"Do you bleed?"
Bruce's voice was raspy and low, coming through his faceplate with a tone of judgment.
"You will."
He raised the spear, preparing to strike.
This was a civil war for the sake of so-called "justice" and "prevention." It was also a tragedy destined to leave a heavy mark on history.
However, right at this critical moment.
"I say..."
An extremely abrupt, out-of-place, and even somewhat annoying voice suddenly rang out above their heads.
"Can we pause for a second?"
"Script supervisor! Where the hell is the script supervisor?!"
"The boss hasn't even shown up yet, how can you two protagonists peak so early?"
Bruce and Clark were both stunned and instinctively looked up.
On the ruins above them sat a weirdo in a red and black skintight suit with two katanas on his back.
Deadpool, Wade Wilson.
He was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a bag of popcorn and eating with great relish.
"Who are you?!"
Batman warily raised his spear, aiming it at the uninvited guest.
"Me?"
Deadpool swallowed the popcorn in his mouth and pointed at himself.
"Who I am isn't important."
"What's important is..."
Deadpool suddenly stood up and made an exaggerated "look over there" gesture.
"The real big boss is coming."
Just as he finished speaking—
The originally gloomy sky was suddenly torn apart by a brilliant rainbow pillar of light. The light was so strong that it instantly evaporated the clouds and rain across the sky.
All of Metropolis and Gotham City were lit up as bright as day at this moment.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended like the sky falling.
"This... what is this?!"
Batman felt his knees go weak, the fear stemming from biological instinct nearly made him collapse.
And Superman, who was originally suppressed by the Kryptonite, stimulated by that terrifying aura, instinctively felt a... threat from a higher-dimensional predator.
"Roar!"
Superman let out a low growl, forcibly pushed Batman away, and stood up shakily. His eyes were fixed on the center of the pillar of light.
There.
A figure slowly emerged.
He wore a pure white suit, with a slender build and a face so handsome it was almost demonic.
But the aura he exuded... it was ten thousand times more terrifying than Doomsday.
"Oh my."
Frieza stepped out of the pillar of light, hovering in mid-air.
He looked at the muddy ruins beneath his feet with disgust, then at the two filthy "superheroes."
"This is the 'spectacular show' Deadpool mentioned?"
"Two muddy brutes brawling in the rain?"
"Really..."
Frieza shook his head, a look of extreme disdain and a cold smile appearing on his face.
"What an eyesore."
"Who are you?!"
Superman, enduring the weakness caused by the Kryptonite, flew into the air to confront Frieza.
Although the other party wasn't tall, in Superman's super-senses, the man before him was like a black hole compressed to the extreme.
Danger!
Extreme danger!
"Who am I?"
Frieza tilted his head, his crimson eyes scanning Superman up and down.
"Red cape, blue suit... and those signature red trunks."
"Tsk tsk..."
Frieza made a clicking sound of disapproval.
"I'd heard about it, but seeing this outfit in person..."
"The taste is still quite questionable."
Frieza extended a finger and lightly tapped Superman's chest.
"Rather than who I am, you should be more concerned that the owner of this real estate has changed."
"Wha—"
Before Superman could react, Frieza's finger suddenly exerted force.
Bam!!!
Just one finger and the man known as the god among men, Superman, was sent flying instantly like a baseball hit by a bat.
Rumble!
Superman's body crashed through several skyscrapers and finally slammed into a mountain, causing a massive collapse.
"Clark!"
Batman on the ground was horrified.
One finger?
He flicked Superman away with just one finger?
How is this possible?
Frieza withdrew his finger and blew away non-existent dust.
"Too weak."
"Is this the so-called 'God among men'?"
"He's not even qualified to scratch my itch."
He turned his head and looked at Deadpool, who was watching the show from the ruins.
"Hey, you red-skinned freak. Is this the opponent you found for me?"
"This kind of trash..."
Frieza's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Are you trying to see me squash ants?"
"Don't be in such a hurry, big boss."
Deadpool jumped down from the ruins and patted the dust off his butt.
"This is just the appetizer. This Universe is a lot of fun."
Deadpool leaned in close to Frieza, rubbing his hands like a salesman.
"Besides the one in the red trunks, there's this very rich bat-guy."
"There's also a fisherman who lives in the sea and carries a pitchfork."
"And a guy who runs really fast and has premature ejaculation issues."
"Most importantly..."
Deadpool lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "This Universe also has a lot of bald guys."
"Like Luthor, and Darkseid."
"I heard that Darkseid looks quite like your supervisor, Thanos."
Hearing the name "Darkseid", Frieza's eyebrow finally twitched.
"Oh?"
"Another Thanos?"
"And a villainous boss?"
A playful smile curled on Frieza's lips.
"Since he's of the same kind, it's even more interesting."
"Bring him to me."
Frieza snapped his fingers.
"I happen to be short of a vice-captain to guard the gates."
"If that supervisor doesn't behave, I can just replace him."
"You got it."
Deadpool gave an extremely non-standard military salute.
"But boss..."
Deadpool rubbed his fingers together, looking like a crooked merchant.
"Since it's a cameo, shouldn't the appearance fee be settled?"
"I don't want much, just give me a few parallel Universes to use as playgrounds."
"Appearance fee?"
Frieza looked at the greedy fellow and smiled.
"Sure."
"I love paying my employees."
Frieza slowly raised his hand. In his palm, a purple energy sphere was condensing.
"Is this enough?"
Deadpool looked at the energy sphere exuding an aura of destruction and gulped.
"Uh... boss, even though we're fellow world-travelers, you don't have to be so generous, right?"
"This thing is too valuable, I'm afraid I won't live to enjoy it."
"Take it."
Frieza tossed it casually.
The purple energy floated lightly toward Deadpool.
"This is a tip for you."
"If you can't catch it, go spend it in hell!"
"Holy crap! You're serious?!" Deadpool yelped and took off running.
But the Destruction Bomb seemed to have locked onto him, following closely behind his butt.
Boom!!!
A small mushroom cloud rose on the edge of Gotham City.
"Ah! My butt! My sexy glutes!"
Deadpool's screams echoed in the explosion.
Frieza ignored that clown. He turned around and looked at Batman, who had just crawled out of the ruins.
Batman was looking at him with a gaze that was wary, fearful, yet forced to confront him.
He gripped the Kryptonite spear tightly.
"Mortal."
Frieza slowly descended, hovering a meter in front of Batman.
That condescending pressure made Batman feel like he wasn't facing a person but a Universe.
"Tell me."
Frieza's voice was elegant and cold.
"What is the most valuable thing on this planet?"
"Is it that Mother Box?"
"Or that Anti-Life Equation?"
"Or..."
Frieza glanced at the tallest building in Gotham City in the distance—Wayne Tower.
"The balance in your bank account?"
Batman was silent for a moment.
He took a deep breath and asked in a raspy voice, "Who exactly are you? Why have you come to Earth?"
"Who am I?" Frieza smiled.
He spread his arms, and the space behind him began to distort, showing images of countless planets he had conquered.
"I am Frieza."
"The future master of this Multiverse."
"As for why I came to Earth..."
Frieza extended a finger and lightly tapped Batman's hard helmet.
"Because I heard the superheroes here have very hard bones. I want to see if I can crush them all, one by one."
"Now."
"The game begins."
"Run, little bat."
"Go call your Justice League, that Suicide Squad, and all the superheroes."
"Let me have a satisfying slaughter all at once."