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She floated closer, her black gauze skirt fluttering even without wind, surrounded by countless slumbering souls. Miss Death reached out, her fingertips attempting to gently lift the white-clad woman's chin.
Her cold nails almost pierced the thin veil. However, there was clearly a reason why the other person was using an umbrella indoors; no one in this world genuinely wishes they were short.
Just as Miss Death's fair fingers were about to touch the other person, some kind of barrier appeared, preventing her from actually touching the woman indoors who seemed to be showing off by holding an umbrella.
That's clearly the purpose of that umbrella.
"There are quite a few gadgets, but they're boring."
Miss Death withdrew her finger.
Her voice suddenly lowered, as if whispering, "Tell me, at the end of time, was it me who saw you off, or you who witnessed my demise?"
Miss Death sensed something about the other person, but the other person did not answer the question. The woman in the white dress remained silent for a moment, her expression unchanged beneath the veil.
"If you want to know your fate, you can ask your brother." The Paradox Lady did not answer the Death Lady's question, but simply turned her head slightly to avoid the Death Lady's gaze.
“I’m here for Ian Kent.” She raised her hand, her slender fingertips pointing to a small mirror floating to the side. In the mirror, Ian had already resumed digging.
Because he had already used his intelligence to find another way—all roads lead to Gotham—Master Ian was going to find his most beloved nephew to create an invincible iron crotch. It had to be the kind that could protect against attacks from the Goddess of Creation; only bat-like intelligence could create such a treasure.
"Oh? For my little follower?" Miss Death chuckled, her gaze fixed on the umbrella. Her eyes were thoughtful, as if she could read something from the light swirling between the umbrella ribs.
Throughout, the woman in the white dress held her umbrella steadily overhead, its surface shrouded in obscure runes, as if it contained the most brilliant power of some kind of technological achievement at its end.
"Yes."
next moment.
The woman in the white dress raised her head again, her delicate face partially obscured by the veil.
Her gaze pierced Miss Death like a sharp sword.
“I’m here to have you withdraw your protection of him—Ian Kent is destined to die.” At this moment, the lord’s tone clearly wasn’t one of discussion.
It felt like a forced requirement.
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The Paradoxical Lady spoke with a certain firmness.
There was absolutely no room for negotiation.
It was as if I were stating an ending that had to be achieved.
“You also have a responsibility to guide him to his end. You are death itself, and you shouldn’t have your own preferences.” The woman spoke softly, the shadow under her umbrella swaying slightly.
It was as if countless afterimages of timelines were constantly surging and emerging within it.
"Hmph, lecturing?"
Miss Death's smile gradually turned cold.
The temperature in the studio suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the various biological specimens on the display shelves began to tremble restlessly. The eyeballs suspended in the glass jars all turned towards the woman in the white dress.
"You want to give Ian Kent a destined death?"
Miss Death repeated the word softly, her fingertips tracing her lips as if savoring some unfamiliar taste. "Darling, you seem to have misunderstood something."
"Who should live and who should die is never your decision... Standing here, who do you think you're talking to?" Her voice was no longer languidly sweet.
Instead, it transformed into the deep bass of millions of souls roaring simultaneously. The black veil of Lady Death fluttered without wind, and the concept of death swept over her like a black tide, heading straight for Lady Paradox, the Lord of Time.
In Miss Death's realm, all life will eventually end, and all existence will eventually return to nothingness—she is not a killer, she is the embodiment of the end.
"The erosion of death?"
The woman in the white dress's pupils contracted slightly, but her stance remained as steady as a rock. The runes on the umbrella flickered wildly, resisting the corrosive power of death.
The air between the two began to distort, and the laws of time and death clashed violently at that moment.
Miss Death wasn't using her full strength.
She made a series of probes.
as predicted.
The tangible concepts turned to ashes the moment they touched the edge of the umbrella, and the shadow cast by the umbrella seemed to form its own world, isolating the concept of death from it.
That seemingly ordinary black long-handled umbrella might actually be the Paradox Lady's greatest asset. The Death Lady's attacks were like mud sinking into the sea, swallowed, distorted, and reversed by the "paradoxical space" beneath the umbrella.
Her power not only failed to reach the Paradoxical Lady, but was instead reflected as a "resurrection force," causing a character who had long since died to open his eyes again in a broken mirror.
"Tsk."
Miss Death's expression grew even colder.
"You dodged quickly."
As she spoke, she raised her hand again and closed the lucky man's eyelids, allowing the briefly resurrected lucky man to return to where he belonged.
"Calm down, I hope you can calm down."
The Time Lord's voice still carried a forced calm.
"Believe me, I'm absolutely not here to provoke you. I'm just doing what I have to do—fulfilling a promise." She slightly lifted the edge of the umbrella, revealing her delicate jawline.
There is a golden crack there, flowing with the energy of time.
"So you think you can convince me?"
Miss Death suddenly smiled.
"Time Lord...you are using a power that does not belong to you. It may be able to temporarily isolate me from your influence, but you and I will eventually meet at the end of your life."
She didn't make any further moves, but instead probed the power represented by the umbrella. It contained many universes and timelines, and it was this "moat" that blocked her invitation.
“My life is stuck in a bug, so that time will never come,” the Paradoxical Lady said softly, her tone neither boastful nor wistful.
"Oh?"
The walls of the studio began to melt, revealing an endless void behind them, where countless undead slept—Ms. Death floated to the same height as Ms. Paradox.
She tilted her head slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her dark pupils.
"interesting."
Miss Death did not deny the other party's statement. It is unknown what she observed, but her fingertips lightly traced the surface of the umbrella, leaving a scorching mark that emitted black smoke.
“I can sense that you’re afraid of Ian Kent, but you don’t hate him, yet you want him dead… It’s really contradictory.” Her voice suddenly took on a mocking tone.
"If you want him dead, you shouldn't be asking me, but rather seeking out the one who truly decides everything. What? Don't you have the courage to confront our Creator?"
Miss Death's tone was incredibly playful.
The shadow under the umbrella swayed slightly.
The Paradox Lady's golden pupils shimmered behind her veil, and grains of time trickled down from the cracks at the corners of her eyes.
"This is an agreement with only one possible ending."
Her voice was as calm as if she were announcing a given fact.
Miss Death suddenly moved closer, so close that she could see the foundation clinging to the other person's eyelashes.
"With whom was the promise?"
Her breath formed frost flowers on her veil.
"Could it be that old guy who's always patching up the timeline?"
Miss Death chuckled.
The woman in the white dress silently turned the umbrella handle, and countless projections of the universe appeared and disappeared on the umbrella surface.
"You can't stop me."
She finally spoke, her voice echoing, "Soon, God will disappear, and I will step forward and personally deliver Ian Kent's destined death."
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the tip of the umbrella.
The influence of Miss Death's words was dispelled. Suddenly, the studio's windows shattered simultaneously, countless shards floating in the air, each reflecting a different scene of death.
Ian struggled at the edge of the black hole, was pierced by a kryptonite spear, and vanished in a time paradox... Suddenly, Miss Death reached out and crushed the nearest piece of glass into dust.
"My dear, it seems you've forgotten who the embodiment of death truly is?" Her black gauze gloves were covered in glistening shards as she spoke with unwavering disdain to the Time Lord before her.
"What if I say no to your request?" Miss Death's black glove suddenly rose and pressed down on the other person's umbrella, and the somewhat surprised Paradoxical Lady finally let out a muffled groan.
But he still held the umbrella handle very firmly.
The studio seemed to be plunged into endless darkness.
Only the umbrella still emitted a faint light, illuminating the Paradoxical Lady's delicate jawline. She slightly raised her head, her golden pupils appearing like two shrunken suns in the darkness.
“I know you’ll agree.” She raised her left hand and gently placed it on Miss Death’s chest. “After we’ve gone to the end of time together.”
Before Death could speak with great interest, the woman in the white dress suddenly looked up and shouted.
"TARDIS! Now!"
The words fell.
The blue police booth on the ceiling suddenly lit up with a blinding light, and the rotating police lights released huge force field ripples. The entire death workshop began to shake violently, and the glass specimens on the display shelves began to shatter one after another. The glass shards floated in the air, each reflecting the silhouettes of two women facing each other.
How dare you—
Miss Death's furious roar was drowned out by the buzzing of dimensional jumps.
Countless golden streaks of light projected from the British police box, enveloping the entire space like a spiderweb. With the final flash, the studio and the police box underwent a kind of leap.
The police booth, the small shop, Miss Death, Lady Paradox… everything vanished without a trace. The dimensional rift returned to silence, as if no one had ever spoken there.
Along with the figures of the two supreme beings, they were completely erased from the sight of all observers.
Inside Gotham's Batcave.
Clark's pupils contracted sharply, and he lost sight of the dimensional rift he had been peeking into. Not only that, but after withdrawing his gaze, Clark felt a slight strain in his eyes from overusing them.
“They disappeared. I can’t hear what they were saying. But the two women had an argument and now they’ve disappeared from my sight together, as if they’ve done some kind of spatial jump.”
Clark's ears haven't evolved to that level yet, so it's like he's watching a silent film, or at least one where his field of vision is limited and he can't use his lip-reading talent.
“My tracking didn’t work either.” Bruce looked up from the console, his fingertips rapidly swiping across the holographic projection. Dozens of monitoring screens projected based on superhuman bio-science simultaneously flashed “signal lost” warnings. He seemed thoughtful, then performed some more operations on the console.
“They’re not invisible. The force field fluctuations indicate that they may have already left this universe.” Bruce Wayne finished speaking and stopped the pointless investigation.