Superman

"Besides, I won't live long."

Adrian smiled wryly, and continued.

He had a tumor in his head and was dying.

"I was very ill, but the only person I trusted enough to perform this surgery was myself... Fate played a bad trick on me."

Seeing the face of the self-proclaimed "smartest man in the world", the marionette showed a complex look of sadness, absurdity and self-deprecation.

She probably understood why the second generation of Rorschach would cooperate with Pharaoh.

Perhaps, it was the cancer that changed the latter, awakening him from the sweet dream of the king.

"I see. You want to get Dr. Manhattan back."

The marionette blinked and asked curiously: "But no one has seen him for many years. The military said that he left the earth and went to Mars. Some people speculate that he is still somewhere in the world, observing the world. The change."

Pharaoh smiled, he remembered the last words Dr. Manhattan said to himself in the Antarctic Fortress——

"I want to leave this universe and go to a less complicated place."

Adrian's memories were fleeting, he looked at the others, and said firmly: "This is exactly our task, to find Dr. Manhattan, no matter where he is."

"Then, Mr. Adrian Witte, do you have any rewards for the enthusiastic citizens who provide information?"

A slightly abrupt voice suddenly sounded inside the base.

Pharaoh reacted immediately, grabbed the screwdriver from the marionette's hand, and threw it away.

For the upcoming mission, he sent out only three invitations.

Rorschach II, marionettes and pantomime.

Therefore, any stranger who appeared would be a dangerous existence.

The screwdriver infused with powerful force brought out the whistling sound of wind, enough to pierce through flesh and blood.

But what happened next was beyond Adrian's expectations.

The screwdriver, stained with engine oil and dust, seemed to have lost its kinetic energy and was floating in mid-air.

It is only a few centimeters away from the target's head.

"That's how you say hello, so novel."

The target person said softly with a smile.

He didn't do anything, the screwdriver floating in the air automatically disintegrated and disappeared.

"Dr. Manhattan?"

The man wearing the Rorschach mask exclaimed.

Chapter 4 Seventeen Omniscient, Omnipotent

Decompose matter...

The Rorschach II vividly remembers watching a TV show where Dr. Manhattan reduced a tank to atomic dust.

At that time, the military vigorously promoted this human being who became a god because of an accident, and even uttered the classic saying——

"God exists, and he's American!"

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

No soft blue light, no bald head, and clothed...

This doesn't fit Dr. Manhattan's image at all.

"I'm sorry, but you got the wrong person."

Luke shook his head. He was not the exhibitionist who liked to walk the birds.

After he gathered enough information, he began to search for the pharaoh's whereabouts.

From the second generation of Rorschach entering the cell of the police station, rescuing the marionette and the mime, and then entering the secret base of the sewer.

Luke took it all into his eyes and followed him all the way here.

After Dr. Manhattan left the Watcher universe, the only person in the world worth meeting in person is probably Adrian Witter.

If it's up to Luke to pick a suitable sidekick, it's to deal with a hot blue guy walking a bird on Mars.

Pharaoh is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

He knew Dr. Manhattan so well that he even discovered something that could be used from a "god" who had no weaknesses at all.

The increasingly disappearing humanity, the increasingly indifferent feelings... Adrian was the first person to notice this besides the comedian.

Dr. Manhattan once witnessed the comedian shoot a pregnant woman, he could stop it, but couldn't.

President Nixon offered him to go to war, he could have said no, but he didn't.

Because Dr. Manhattan can foresee the future, the time interval has no effect on him.

His thoughts can appear in the past and the future at the same time, like walking freely in an empty room.

Therefore, in Dr. Manhattan's view, everything that happened is a preordained trajectory.

He just observes, but doesn't take the initiative to intervene.

Pharaoh took advantage of this and accomplished his plan.

Even if Dr. Manhattan knew everything, his absolutely calm and rational mind told him that Adrian was right.

Therefore, he chose to kill Rorschach who might lead to the outbreak of war and increase the variables.

But he let go of the pharaoh who caused a massacre and let himself be blamed.

Because in Dr. Manhattan's thinking, human anger, hatred, and contempt have no effect on themselves.

He just felt that the earth was too complicated and wanted to leave, and this was exactly what Adrian expected to see.

"who are you?"

The pharaoh's face was slightly dignified.

Luke showed a terrifying ability that was different from ordinary people.

This reminded him of Dr. Manhattan just like Rorschach II.

"Can't the smartest person in the world figure it out?"

Luke smiled. He used space teleportation to appear suddenly, and then disassembled the attacking screwdriver.

Through the performance ability, the pharaoh was initially shocked.

In this world, apart from Dr. Manhattan, there are no real superpowers.

The first batch of cross-dressing heroes consisted of a group of police officers with a strong sense of justice.

They found that the law alone cannot give those criminals the punishment they deserve, and the other party can still get away with it by hiring a lawyer or other methods.

As a result, the police put on masks and exotic clothes after get off work, and punished the villains by themselves.

As the newspapers published the exposure, the gang of drag heroes aroused interest.

People like to talk about their behavior and clothing, and the police and government also give praise and encouragement.

In that era when law and order were relatively chaotic and weak, the appearance of heroes in disguise was what everyone wanted to see.

This group of people later formed a group called "Militia", and its members included "Captain of the Metropolis", "The First Night Owl", "Laughing Craftsman", "The First Silk Soul", "Black Silhouette", "One Hundred Dollar Bill" and so on. .

But their later fate was not so good.

Some were sent to nursing homes for drinking; some were shot by homophobic conservative groups; some became government agents and did dirty work; some retired and opened auto repair shops...

Of course, the most unlucky thing is to be caught in the cloak by the revolving door and die in the "hundred-dollar bill" snatched by the gangsters.

He once caused heated discussions among the group of cross-dressing heroes such as "whether the uniform should have a cape" and "whether the cape will affect the battle".

Later, after the disbandment of the militia, a new generation of characters appeared one after another, including Dr. Manhattan, Rorschach, Pharaoh, the second generation of Night Owl and the second generation of Silk Soul.

Such is the evolution of the Overwatch universe's drag heroes, who are essentially a bunch of vigilantes without superpowers.

The opponents he faced were only gang leaders, vicious gangsters, and murderers.

Unlike the superheroes in the studio next door, who can fly into the sky and escape from the ground, they are omnipotent.

"I don't know how to predict the future, how can I guess it."

Adrian kept smiling on the surface, but his brain was running at high speed, making various guesses.

Smart people always think a lot, the more they don't give an answer, the more they will make up their minds.

"Okay, who am I, where do I come from...these questions are not really important."

Luke held out his hands in a friendly gesture.

The criminal couple, the marionette and the mime took two steps back.

From this man, they felt a dangerous aura similar to that of Dr. Manhattan.

Anyway, they are all existences that cannot be provoked!

"The important thing is that I can help you and provide information about Dr. Manhattan."

Luke said with a smile.

This made the Pharaoh's pupils shrink, and he got some useful information from it.

"Have you met Joe?"

Adrian asked tentatively.

"I have seen."

Luke answered truthfully.

"where is it?"

Pharaoh asked next.

"Mars."

Luke said in a friendly tone, "Frankly speaking, I have a bit of a personal grudge with Dr. Manhattan."

"He gave me a one-way ticket to vacation, a gift I had to return."

Adrian's mouth twitched, sounding like an enemy.

To become an opponent with Dr. Manhattan and still be alive is a manifestation of strength.

At least as far as Pharaoh saw it, those guys who tried to attack and resist when Dr. Manhattan was fighting crime, they had only one end in the end.

That is, the flesh and blood exploded suddenly, turning into puddles of sticky tomato sauce.

Before Adrian designed the other party, he also made such preparations.

But Dr. Manhattan agreed with his point of view, did not do anything, but chose to leave alone.

"So, what are you going to do?"

The pharaoh restrained his thoughts and emotional fluctuations very well, and he understood the way to deal with such a strong person.

In one word, honesty.

The reason why he was able to secretly set up the next step plan without telling Dr. Manhattan.

It is because, in the usual chats or questions, he never lies.

Dr. Manhattan could detect abnormalities in the pharaoh's heartbeat, subtle changes in expression, or read thoughts at any time-even though the other party never did it.

But Adrian has to take this into consideration.

Every time he faced Dr. Manhattan, he used honesty, the art of language, and even hypnotized himself constantly so that the other party did not notice the problem.

"I want to leave this universe."

Luke looked at Pharaoh, who claimed to be the smartest man in the world. His heartbeat was steady, his breathing was smooth, and he had a cautious expression on his face, but it was just a disguise.

In the head of the other party, there must be a plan of his own.

"Leave... the universe?"

Adrian hesitated for a moment.