Chapter 3984

"I'm such a fool, really," Lucifer said, sprawled out on a chair. "Why did I boast to Schiller that no matter how they prepared to fight, we could handle it? Can this thing called Apokolips really be handled?!"

Beside him, Bruce was fanning him with his wings. At the sight of him, anger welled up in Lucifer's heart and malice rose to his courage; he roared at him, "I haven't closed my eyes for nearly half a month, and you're just there playing with cats and dogs, not doing any real work! I finally understand why Pride can't stand you!"

"Didn't I tell you? Even if you call me back, I can't help," Bruce said, appearing very innocent. "You don't really think that just because I have wings, I'm actually an angel, do you? My brain doesn't understand the structure of universal construction at all. In my eyes, you're just gesturing at the air. It's already good enough that I can provide you with emotional value here!"

"Your way of providing emotional value is to go fishing in Eden Lake and throw the fish into my office, causing me to be slapped by a fish?!" Lucifer used his wings to flip him over directly, then said, "Get out, don't be an eyesore here!"

Bruce stumbled a few steps, shrugged, and walked out. He went to the communications room, looked at the rows upon rows of numbers hanging on the wall, and finally found Constantine in the blacklist area. The numbers below showed that the number of deceived angels had increased again. He found the number for the Constantine of his universe in Constantine's area.

"Hello?" Bruce said. "What are you doing lately?"

"Writing a book," Constantine said. "The deadline for 'The Crawling Chaos 3' is coming up soon. Don't bother me if there's nothing important!"

"Wait, don't hang up yet," Bruce said. "Isn't there a war coming up? Weren't you drafted?"

"Are you not awake yet? I can't even use magic anymore. Why would I go over there? To hold a book signing?"

"Even though you can't use magic, doesn't Nyarlathotep help you? With his help, isn't it simple to disguise yourself as a magician?"

"I still have to finish the manuscript first. Enough talk, hanging up."

Constantine hung up the phone, looked at the 200 words he had squeezed out in 6 hours, threw down his pen in some anger, and shouted toward the door: "Zatanna! Zatanna!"

Zatanna pushed open the door, poked her head in and said: "What's wrong? Great writer? Are you hungry? I booked a restaurant on Brainiac, shall we go out to eat tonight?"

Constantine opened his mouth, having already forgotten what he was going to say before, nodded, and stood up to change his clothes.

Constantine really had some talent when it came to literary matters, so Brainiac didn't make him do anything else, only occasionally needing him to write scripts for promotional stage plays, and he could write and publish on his own in his spare time.

The books he wrote about the Outer Gods didn't actually involve much about the Outer Gods themselves; more of them were folklore and legends he had collected while traveling around the world. The audience was quite broad, they were also quite popular, and the royalties were not low.

This greatly improved his and Zatanna's life. After all, even if Brainiac didn't seal that crappy bookstore, there really wasn't any business. Now that they couldn't open any other shops, they basically relied on Constantine's royalties to live.

The two arrived at the restaurant and sat down. After each ordered their meal, Zatanna said: "I have some good news to tell you."

"Wait a moment," Constantine reached out his hand and glanced to the side, seemingly communicating with someone, then suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Zatanna knew his character too well; she rolled her eyes and said: "I'm not pregnant, you can rest assured."

Constantine smiled at her somewhat embarrassedly and said: "After recovering my fertility, I'm still a bit unaccustomed to it."

"I think you have a bit of paranoia," Zatanna shook her head and said. "Besides, even if you recovered, I wouldn't suggest you have children. It's impossible for you to deal with those mysterious existences without being affected. It would be fine if the child had no talent, but if they really had talent, their entire childhood would be spent in terror. That's not a good thing."

Constantine nodded, and very rarely, did not refute. Zatanna said: "What I wanted to say is that I found a job at the theater troupe, performing magic as a resident actor... I mean, performing stage magic."

"That's great," Constantine said. "So, you and Catwoman are colleagues?"

"Sort of, but she's in the drama performance department, and I belong to the acrobatics troupe. Although the workplace is in the same place, we basically won't perform consecutively, so we might not run into each other. Why, do you want her autograph?"

"That's not it. It's just that Nyarlathotep wants her to play the heroine in the 'The Crawling Chaos' series. But I don't think she'll take it. Forget it, that's not the point." Constantine patted his head and said, "Have you seen the recruitment notice for the Multiverse?"

"Oh, you mean that notice about going to the main universe? I'm not interested, why, do you want to go over there to fight?"

"Bruce just called me and said I could go. Although I can't use magic now, after all, I have the Necronomicon, and Nyarlathotep has been following me. It's not impossible to go."

"I think you're just out of inspiration and want to go out for a breather." Although Zatanna had a sharp tongue, she continued, "Going out to relax is also quite good. However, I think you'll definitely get beaten up."

"It's fine, I haven't been beaten up less in the past anyway." Constantine shrugged and said, "I see there are two days left for registration. I'll go say something in the group, and we'll head to the main universe in a while."

As soon as Constantine's registration information was submitted, Lucifer's side went "ding-dong," and when he turned his head to look, he almost fainted again.

"Michael! Michael!" Lucifer shouted, "We forgot a very important thing—the Outer Gods!! The Outer Gods haven't been optimized yet!!"

Michael, who had been dragged over, was a bit dazed and said: "Aren't the Outer Gods already able to come and go freely between the two worlds? There's no need to change them, right?"

"Have you forgotten? In order to optimize the magical performance of our world over there, we updated the particle imaging plugin for the visual system. The Outer Gods also need to use this plugin. Are you sure their old program can match the new plugin? Won't the whole universe be full of noise by then?"

"That doesn't seem impossible," Michael said. "Maybe it'll be even scarier that way."

"Impossible what?" Lucifer said. "The neighboring world also has administrators who can see at a glance that something is wrong. I don't want to lose face in the neighboring world. Hurry up and arrange for people to optimize it!"

"But there's no one left to use," Michael sighed and said. "And why would the Outer Gods go to the neighboring universe? If they don't go this time, we can just optimize them slowly after things are over."

Only then did Lucifer realize, yeah, why would the Outer Gods go to the neighboring universe? Batman wouldn't be able to recruit them as teammates, right?

He looked carefully at the pop-up registration notice again, and good heavens, it was actually Constantine, and the reason for registration was also very sufficient—"Bored."

Lucifer couldn't help but call Constantine and said: "You don't even know magic, why are you joining in the fun? Don't you know we're already exhausted from optimizing?!"

Upon hearing this, Constantine became excited and said: "Sorry, I'm afraid I have to go. Because there are people in the neighboring universe who can summon Outer Gods too. If I don't go, it will affect the balance. Please make sure to optimize well, thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, Constantine went to report for duty happily. It can only be said that the happiest thing for a worker is to watch other workers in a state of panic.

Lucifer bit the bullet and gritted his teeth, saying: "Fine, I'll optimize this part. You go and drag Bruce back, it must have been this guy who instigated it. Even if he can't do any work, make him sweep up the feathers on the ground... forbid him from approaching Eden Lake!"

The existence of Apokolips does indeed involve a portion of the universe's origin power, and it is considered unique to the DC side. It's really not easy to optimize it to the other side, especially since it's the Apokolips of the main universe.

On one hand, the DC side is missing a piece that is prone to problems, and on the other hand, the other side having an extra piece is also prone to errors. Just the project of Apokolips crossing over was tested for more than three months, scratching the head of OAA.

But fortunately, after countless days and nights of effort by the administrators of both sides, this difficult problem was finally solved. The specific principles don't need to be scrutinized; anyway, it can be summarized as: the DC side robbed Peter to pay Paul, first plugging the hole; while the Marvel side created a power similar to this one, and then transcoded Apokolips, achieving a status and function similar to that in the original world.

Therefore, the Apokolips now in the Marvel universe uses a pseudo-origin power, which is not an indispensable part of the universe, but it does have the functions of origin power, such as generating energy almost infinitely, and the area it is in can regulate universal parameters. The owner is invincible within their own domain, and the performance is similar to the dimensions of Mephisto and the others.

In other words, Darkseid is now equivalent to a dimension lord, and these superheroes from DC treat this dimension as their base camp.

Logically speaking, if they were to lay low, they could lay low until the end of time, but after all, they came to cause trouble in name, so naturally, they have to take the initiative. Therefore, this domain mainly serves as a base and logistics support.

Of course, in the initial stage, they can completely dispel the opponent's plan for a blitzkrieg; the Marvel crowd cannot break through the protection of the Apokolips domain in a short time.

Magneto, who returned to the base, said: "We cannot break in by force, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Even if we could break in, the resources required would be unimaginable; there's really no need for this."

"They will come out sooner or later," Professor X also said. "What I'm more worried about now is that the owner of this domain also has spaceships, and I wonder if our spaceships can gain an advantage."

"Do you think they will send out spaceships to probe first?" Magneto frowned and said. "In our plan, spaceships aren't meant to be used this early. Polaris and Quicksilver are already prepared, we can completely execute according to the original plan."

"Plans can't keep up with changes," Professor X said very firmly. "Previously, we planned to use young mutants for the first wave of probing because we knew that the weapon level on Batman's side could hardly pose any real threat to the children, at most they would be injured and withdraw from the battlefield. But the appearance of this mysterious domain means they might have more powerful weapons, we cannot take risks. Spaceships can be rebuilt if lost, I believe the rear command center also agrees with my choice."

Before he finished speaking, the face of a general appeared on the holographic projection, and he said: "Professor Xavier, withdraw the mutants deployed on the front line immediately. Now is not the time for close-quarters combat, first send out three River-class frigate squadrons for unmanned directional cruising. Note, do not take the initiative to attack, first open the defensive counterattack mode, and wait for them to fire the first shot."

Professor X's voice appeared at the outpost: "Captains Bart, Mithras, and Chen Tu, please note, immediately head to the shipyard, use the mind key to activate the 01, 02, and 03 River-class frigate squadrons, then set them to unmanned directional cruising mode. The route map has been sent to you, please depart as soon as possible."

"Received!" The captains, who had different skin colors but wore the same captain's uniform, stood up, shook hands with their comrades-in-arms, walked out of the combat readiness room one by one, and set off for the starship shipyard.