Chapter 4095

"This is very complicated." Anatoly said, "What you should want to ask is whether the comic came first, or the real existing universe came first. But in reality, they influence each other. Because all universes share one God, so when God creates a brand-new universe, the creatures of other universes can also hear his will, thereby spreading the gospel for God in their own way; the forms could be TV series, movies, comics, novels..."

"Then isn't this a one-sided influence? Why do you say they influence each other?"

"Because when a work is created, it is also equivalent to believers praying to God; God can listen to this kind of prayer and use it to modify the fate line of the real universe. This is the so-called 'popularity influences the plot'."

"But why would God want to do this?"

"Because God also runs out of inspiration. He is not a good screenwriter; with so many universes, he can't write them all."

"So he plagiarizes the inspiration of believers?"

"It can't really be considered plagiarism. After all, theoretically speaking, everything in the universe was created by him, and inspiration also comes from him. It's just that God is too lazy to think of every detail himself, so he finds inspiration by turning the story of Universe A into audiovisual media and playing it in Universe B, listening to the feedback of believers, so he can write the fate line down."

"Then those screenwriters who write shitty plots..."

Anatoly shook his head and said: "This is just a metaphor. But in reality, the intelligent life created by him are not his puppets; they have subjective initiative. Sometimes God cannot interfere either, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed hidden for so long just to avoid me."

"So that's how it is." Greed nodded and said, "But if you had told me earlier..."

"Then you would have suggested I go see a psychiatrist." Anatoly rolled his eyes and said.

Greed coughed twice. Until he transmigrated, he really didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and even less did he believe that Anatoly would be the head of ghosts and gods. If Anatoly had told him at that time that he could travel through universes and time, he would definitely have thought Anatoly was crazy and suggested he go get his brain checked.

"Then what's the next step?" Greed asked.

"Whatever you want." Anatoly said, "I'm still researching how to patch the hole in our original world; so far there hasn't been any good progress. I think you should research why you deleted your memory; maybe there's a method in that memory."

"But like you said, what if this method doesn't work if it's known by others?"

The two stared at each other, unable to think of any good way. Greed touched his chin and said: "I think, if there really is a key method in my memory, then it's impossible for me not to leave any clues, otherwise wouldn't I never be able to remember it?"

"Then think carefully about what clues there are. Time is almost up; you should leave here, otherwise you won't be able to pull off your big plan."

"Alright, but we have to agree on a way to contact each other." Greed said, "In case I find this clue, I have to contact you immediately."

"You remember the cannon you found at Apollo's, right?"

"Yes, I haven't asked yet, what is that used for?"

"That is used for cross-world communication, making it convenient for me to remotely control the old Skrull Empire in Marvel while I'm working in DC. You fill it with stellar power, write a message that needs to be sent, and aim it at my side and fire."

Greed felt as if he had heard some Arabian Nights, and he said: "First, how do you fill the power in; second, how do you write the message; finally and most importantly, where are you?!"

"No, you might have a misunderstanding of the principle of this thing; it's different from the precise signal contact of a walkie-talkie. The principle is roughly that whoever you shoot with this thing, they will jump up and curse loudly, then find me, and this way I can ask them what was written on the arrow that shot them."

"……" Greed was speechless for a moment, not knowing whether to say this contact method was advanced or backward; so communication relies entirely on shouting?

"So you actually don't need to aim," Anatoly continued, "You fire from your universe; as long as you fill it with enough power, it's guaranteed to break through the universe barrier. If the universe administrator doesn't want the barrier to shatter, he has to find his superior, and if the superior can't handle it, he'll find the superior's superior; sooner or later one superior will be able to find me, and that way the information will be brought."

Greed covered his eyes. He said how come OAA knows Anatoly; they must have helped pass messages quite a bit in the past, right? So in the past, Anatoly would fire an arrow, Eternity would report it layer by layer, OAA would go knock on God's door, God would go find Lucifer, and then Lucifer would go find Anatoly. These universe administrators really met a ghost when they met him.

"Is there a way to pass messages with less commotion?" Greed asked. He was really afraid that if he did this, Eternity would resign, and then the trouble would be big.

"Uh..." Anatoly really thought about it seriously, then said, "How about you go find Batman."

"Batman knows you too?"

"That's not it; he has the underlying code of the universe in his body; if you kill him, the administrator should also..."

"Why would I kill him?!" Greed was about to collapse, and he said, "I want a way to contact you directly, without going through the administrator!"

"Then how about you let me join Battleworld." Anatoly thought for a moment and said, "That way you can send me messages through Battleworld."

Greed breathed a sigh of relief; finally there was a usable method. Then he suddenly reacted and said: "You wouldn't just want to join Battleworld, would you?"

"You could say that; I heard that quite a few universe administrators have shares in this thing; I have to go ask them how to patch the universe; maybe they will have a way."

Greed sighed and said: "You've gathered so much energy and still can't patch it; perhaps..."

"You want to give up?" Anatoly said, "Although you could say all this is destined by fate, intelligent life always has the right to resist; it's not that whatever path God has paved, you must walk that path. Compared to resigning to fate, I still prefer to slap him in the face."

"I just think this is too hard for you." Greed said, "But I can also imagine that you are completely enjoying it; the process of resistance is the meaning itself to you."

"Yes, this is the destiny of a revolutionary." Anatoly laughed. The sunset shone in his blue eyes like a fire on the Siberian snowfield, melting the accumulated snow, burning through the ice surface, sinking into the deep sea, breaking through the crust, until it connected with the heart of the Earth, sharing the most scorching heartbeat of the magnificent universe for thousands of years. If God had never felt shocked and proud of such vitality, how could he have let him be so reckless?

Greed stood up and said: "There's still a big mess waiting; I'm leaving first; send me a message if anything comes up."

After he left, he found the Agent and Doctor Strange who had already finished eating in the cafeteria. Looking at their satisfied expressions after being full, Greed rolled his eyes and said: "Do you still remember what you came here for?"

"We've finished eating; do you want to eat something? This cafeteria is really not bad." Doctor Strange quickly stood up and said.

"Forget it, there's still work to do." Greed said, "Leave here quickly; if it's too late, we might not make it."

The few drove away. Doctor Strange could gradually feel the Dream Force becoming more and more intense, and he said: "What do we do next?"

"Go and snatch the Dream Force from Nightmare."

This didn't exceed the expectations of Doctor Strange with Dream Force, and he said: "Don't worry, this guy is an amateur at using Dream Force; I'll be able to..."

"You don't snatch it all at once, but leave him some hope, let him feel that as long as there is a little more power, and he tries hard one more time, he can win against you. Understand?"

"Why do we have to do this?" Doctor Strange with Dream Force asked.

"Don't worry about that; do as I say." Greed said, "Especially after forcing him into a desperate situation, give him a little hope, let him hold onto the thought of trying hard one last time."

Although a bit puzzled, Doctor Strange with Dream Force still nodded and did as Greed said.

He first absorbed the surrounding Dream Force, and after having the strength to fight, he began to compete with Nightmare for the dominance of the Dream Force. But the way Doctor Strange with Dream Force used the Dream Force was different from Nightmare, and could even be said to be more brilliant than him, so Nightmare had almost no power to fight back.

Magneto, Scarlet Witch, and others who were fighting Nightmare also noticed something was wrong. Originally they were being suppressed by Nightmare, and all they could do was consume his power. But since just now, this guy seemed to have no strength, and his moves were all soft.

"He has no energy!" Wanda shouted, "Keep pushing!"

The offensive of the few became more intense, and the appearance of Manhattan Batman became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Nightmare, who was already stretched thin, was almost beaten to death.

It just so happened that the Dream Force controlled by Doctor Strange with Dream Force also caused trouble for him, making him unable to fight on the front battlefield and unable to compete on the rear battlefield. Wanda's Scarlet Force cannon almost scattered his soul.

Nightmare was scared out of his wits and turned to run. But at this moment, he suddenly regained control of the surrounding Dream Force. He thought it might be Doctor Strange with Dream Force's negligence, and this might be his last chance.

He knew that if Doctor Strange with Dream Force took away all the power of the Dream Dimension, he wouldn't be able to run either. He survived by relying on this dimension; after running out, he would still be beaten to death. Those humans in the reality dimension wouldn't let him off either.

Then all he could do was one last fight. It's a pity that this Dream Force that regained control was really too little, completely insufficient to let him turn defeat into victory. But just at this moment, he had a flash of inspiration; the Dream Force in the Dream Dimension didn't listen to him, but wasn't there still some outside?

In order to let the Dream Dimension descend, he had previously output a lot of Dream Force into other dimensions. If he took this Dream Force back, he would definitely have the strength to fight.

Thus, Nightmare began to draw back the Dream Force he had previously output. The cracks on the barrier of the Dream Dimension led to the dimension where the Lords of Chaos and Order were; he first drained the Dream Force there, but this still wasn't enough. The entrance to the dimension where the Lords of Chaos and Order were was blown open, and a portion of the Dream Force ran into the reality dimension, so Nightmare increased the suction to draw back that portion of the Dream Force in the reality dimension as well.

But now, what was blocking the entrance to the reality dimension wasn't Dream Force, but the dark source power of Barbatos that Bruce had brought over. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be drawable, but after such a long time of suppression, a portion of the Dream Force and the dark source power had become intertwined, just like oil and water that had been shaken violently; although they couldn't fuse, before being left to stand, there was no way to pour out one of them alone. So Nightmare drew like this, and both forces surged toward the Dream Dimension together.

Originally, dark power and Dream Force were on the same level; Bruce could control dark power, but couldn't control Dream Force at all. The two were also entangled too tightly, not distinguishing between you and me, and Bruce couldn't untangle them for a moment, so he could only watch helplessly as the dark power he brought over was also drawn into the Dream Dimension. If he hadn't quickly restored his status as an angel, he himself would have been drawn over.

And just after Nightmare drew all the intertwined forces into the Dream Dimension, Doctor Strange with Dream Force no longer held back, fully controlling the Dream Force, and then used the Dream Force to wrap the dark power, outputting it with all his might toward one direction, pouring these two forces into a body. And the figure floating between the two forces was exactly the Darkseid of the main universe.

?? Another big hole filled!