Chapter 2759: Star Core Rescue (Part 56)

Because this shitty movie nightmare event was so fierce, the capable people in major single universes used all sorts of tricks, and major civilizations also resisted with all their might, so the speed of the nightmare's spread was quickly contained. About a week later, even civilizations that weren't very developed like humanity basically controlled the development of the situation, not letting the shitty movie cause greater harm.

And when the situation was basically stabilized, everyone had to start thinking about a question: where did this shitty movie come from?

Although its form of expression was dreaming, and most people acted as human cameras in the dream, most civilizations could still feel that this wasn't a disaster caused by loopholes in the operation of the universe, but a logical creation. Someone had edited this dream into this.

Although most people had no tricks for dreams, to edit this thing, there should be a prototype, right? Although they couldn't find the source along the evidence chain, through the scenes that appeared in the shitty movie and the logic of the editing, they could roughly guess which race's people did this good deed.

The eyes of all civilizations moved toward Earth.

This wasn't their stereotype. The problem was that many scenes in this film indeed filmed scenes on Earth. Although Earth was protected tightly, there were still many Earthlings who went out, and people learned about the customs of their hometown. New York's urban construction was still very distinctive, and it wasn't difficult to recognize it.

But there were too many Earths in the multiverse, and the New Yorks on the vast majority of Earths looked similar, so it was hard to lock onto a specific Earth. Then they could only start from the space station.

The technology of Earth in the vast majority of universes hadn't developed to the point of being able to create such a space station. In that case, the suspect object could be locked in a relatively small range.

And the shell of the Star Core Space Station used a special molten steel alloy. This alloy appeared when Stark engaged in certain technical exchanges with other civilizations, so it was recognized by some civilizations.

Thus, the news that the prototype of the shitty movie in the shitty movie nightmare came from the universe where the Iron Demon Lord was located spread like wildfire.

In fact, among ordinary civilizations in the multiverse, the reputation of the Iron Demon Lord is greater than Shiler's. Shiler's reputation is mainly greater among abstract entities, but ordinary civilizations have long been accustomed to various multiverse-level Iron Men and Doctor Stranges darting around, so most civilizations use the universe where a certain Iron Man or a certain Doctor Strange is located to mark a certain universe.

Now, the eyes of the entire universe were focused on the universe where Shiler was located.

Of course, most ordinary civilizations didn't know the inside story, but abstract entities didn't. Once they saw that this universe was the universe where Shiler was, there was no need to think about it. This shitty movie was 100% made by Shiler; there was no other possibility.

Eternity found Shiler in a hurry.

According to his own words, it wasn't that these invincible abstract entities were really afraid of any shitty movie, but mainly that if it continued to spread, the influence wouldn't be very good. Why don't you raise your hand high and withdraw your magical powers? The price is negotiable.

How could Shiler be so vulgar? He immediately stated that it wasn't a matter of money at all. It was mainly that this matter was just like this. If you want to know what's going on, it's actually just like this. Anyway, the main thing is to drag it out, not admit it, not deny it, and not take responsibility.

Shiler was waiting.

He was waiting for the Laughing Bat to break his defense.

Rumors about which universe the shitty movie director came from were spreading wider and wider, and they all sounded very plausible. Some said it was sponsored by the Iron Demon Lord, some said it was filmed by a host parasitized by a symbiote, and others said it was actually a mysterious psychologist making trouble behind the scenes.

In fact, the last saying wasn't recognized by many people originally, because compared to the previous two, this saying undoubtedly had no substantial evidence to support it. However, in the end, quite a few people stood up and affirmed this saying, and those were the superheroes who participated in Battleworld.

Shiler's reputation in Battleworld could be said to be widely known, even to the point where some people ran away when they saw him, simply reaching the point of stopping children from crying at night.

After the shitty movie nightmare appeared, communication between various multiverses was also strengthened. Many civilizations that couldn't even get out of a single universe also thought of ways to contact civilizations in other multiverses with the help of various forces to jointly deal with this terrible nightmare crisis, and even many multiverses achieved real-time communication.

And the superheroes who could participate in Battleworld also had some skills, and they had prestige in their original universes. They passed this news out, and then through other superheroes who had experienced it, it became the most reliable saying.

Thus, for a time, a wave of public opinion cursing a certain psychologist began in the plural multiverse.

The theme was probably that if this psychologist had nothing to do, could he go and pick up the shit at the entrance of the village? What kind of movie is he filming here? And that master of the Nightmare Dimension, you dream, who can dream better than you? Are you two eating shit?!

Anyway, various languages and various forms of expression similar to curses like "Nataru" flowed rapidly between multiverses, and finally reached the point where almost everyone knew it.

And Shiler finally got his wish one evening a week later, seeing that dead-looking smiling face outside the door of his bedroom.

The Laughing Bat broke his defense.

That's right, he didn't break his defense when the entire multiverse was frantically cursing the movie, he didn't break his defense when various professional media analysts analyzed how shitty the film was, and he didn't even break his defense when even abstract entities learned to vomit.

But when someone said this shitty movie wasn't filmed by him, he broke his defense.

This logic seems completely unreasonable, but in reality, the Laughing Bat is just such a person.

When he is against the whole world, he will feel that he is a lone hero, that he is not understood by everyone in the universe, and that all intelligent life in the universe has low taste and cannot understand his masterpiece.

When he is cursed by everyone, he will feel that ants are ants after all, and they simply cannot understand the elegant taste contained in his masterpiece, only using this low-quality language without quality to distort his noble intentions, which just proves that they are indeed low-level creatures and not on the same level as him.

Even if every intelligent life in the universe said he was wrong and he was shitty, he would only have the loneliness of fishing alone for eternity with his back to all living beings.

But if someone said that this shitty movie he filmed was filmed by someone else, he would feel, what?! You actually think that such a brilliant masterpiece could be filmed by a second person besides me?!

That's right, his defense-breaking standard is so high, yet so low. He can be firm in his Dao heart while being an enemy of the whole universe, but he can break his defense because someone said a certain pile of dog shit wasn't pulled by him.

The Laughing Bat faced Shiler for the second time.

Shiler sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard, supporting his head with his hand, looking at the Laughing Bat who wasn't even pretending, and yawned.

The Laughing Bat opened his mouth, but what appeared first was Shiler's voice: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wayne, but I really can't say it's me. It's the film I filmed. I didn't even leave a signature, but some people in the universe are very stubborn and think it's me. This is also quite distressing, right?"

The corners of the Laughing Bat's mouth dropped slightly.

"Actually, it's been like this since Battleworld. I really don't want to be famous, but there are always people who go out and talk nonsense, saying that everything from alien invasions to trash cans being kicked over has something to do with me. I tried my best to deny it, but until now they still think so, guarding against me like a thief every day. I have no way either."

"And now these rumors are spreading more and more excessively. Everyone thinks that when something big happens in this universe, I must be the mastermind. Do you think they are crazy? I'm just a small psychologist, how could I have such great ability? But no matter how I say it, they just don't believe it."

"Look, something happened this time. Although this film was edited by my friend, after all, the script was written by you, and the director was you. You also did the final finishing touch, but they just have to say this film was filmed by me. No matter how I clarify, it's useless. I'm also very distressed."

The Laughing Bat's mouth had been stretched into a straight line.

"Some people also say that this is another big conspiracy of mine. This is slander, absolute slander! I..."

Just as Shiler said this, only a roar was heard: "Shiler!!! Take your shitty movie and get to the Living Tribunal immediately!!"

Looking up, an incomparably huge and mysterious giant phantom was hovering over Earth, and then disappeared with a whoosh.

Shiler stood up, stretched, and said: "Look, they want to put me on trial at the Living Tribunal again. Not only are all abstract entities present, but they also want to judge me under the gaze of all multiverse-level powerhouses, and even in front of all living beings in the omniverse. You say how unlucky I am..."

The Laughing Bat's mouth had visibly drooped.

Shiler sighed in his heart. The performative personality was indeed the background color of the Laughing Bat. The underlying logic of everything he did was to gain attention, believing that if it wasn't seen by others, doing this thing would be meaningless, like an addict frantically craving attention.

And what's different about the Laughing Bat is that he has an incomparably strong heart, so he doesn't care at all whether the attention others pay to him is cursing or praise. As long as there is attention, it can make him excited, give him a sense of achievement, and make him feel supreme pleasure.

He even wished that everyone would curse him as an evil bad seed. Titles like "the mastermind manipulating everything" were like the highest honor medal to him, because once such a title was revealed, it meant that all victims would immediately pay attention to themselves, and their gazes would drown him, letting him swim in the ocean of satisfying pleasure.

Following this logic, Greed had too much capital to break the Laughing Bat's defense, because in the Marvel Universe, he had long been a real mastermind.

No matter how the Laughing Bat jumped up and down, everyone would only think that he was a link in Shiler's ball of yarn, a chosen scapegoat, a poor little thing manipulated and played by him, which didn't need to be cared about, and didn't need to be paid too much attention to.

Ignoring is the sharpest spear against a performative personality.

Shiler walked to the Laughing Bat, crossed his arms, looked him up and down, and then said: "How about it? Do you want to go to the trial with me? Perhaps you still have a chance to let everyone know that all of this was done by you."

The Laughing Bat opened his big mouth again, and for once, very briefly, said a word with that hoarse voice: "... Let's go." ===== CHAPTER 2760 =====