American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1014 What if Superman didn't have a Godfather!
Dr. Manhattan's voice remained calm, "Johnny 'Thunderbolt,' who possesses fifth-dimensional power, even had a camera ready, intending to record this historic first meeting."

The blue light rippled slightly.

"Just as the shutter was about to be pressed, something... changed."

For the first time, Dr. Manhattan's voice carried a barely perceptible ripple, like a speck of dust thrown into a calm lake.

“A very small change, a disturbance that is almost negligible at a given point in time.”

The images flashing around Peter suddenly distorted and blurred.

The round table remains, the heroes are still there, but the atmosphere is completely different.

A sense of bewilderment replaced anticipation.

“They’re still sitting there,” Dr. Manhattan stated calmly, “but they…have never heard of Superman. I…adjusted the time when Superman first appeared to the world, from 1938 to 1956.”

"The Silver Age has begun."

Dr. Manhattan's tone was neither praise nor criticism: "It was an era when superhuman strength was almost omnipotent, a more 'pure' era of heroes, full of fantasy and power."

"After that, I moved Superman's birth year from 1956 to 1986, and then I moved his birth year to 2001."

His gaze seemed to penetrate Peter's body and look into a broader dimension.

"But the aftermath of this change affects more than just this single reality."

Dr. Manhattan's voice gradually turned cold, "The ripples spread out, touching every corner of the multiverse, every parallel world, the wings of a butterfly flapping in the storm of time."

Peter felt a chill seep from the depths of his bones as he listened to the other person's words.

Just how much has this blue bald guy done around Superman?
And this guy rebooted the universe three times?

Just because of that kid Clark?!
"After this time-time change, I looked back a thousand years and was shocked to find that the hope that Superman represents still exists a thousand years later. I was amazed at why this man had such an influence. I was also curious: if I didn't change the time of Superman's birth, but instead changed the people or things around him, what would happen to Superman, and what would happen to the world?"

Dr. Manhattan's narrative continued, like a river without end.

"So I made some minor changes, which you've probably already figured out—it's the green lantern from the original Green Lantern."

Dr. Manhattan's voice carried a calmness akin to that of a pure scientific experiment.

"A slight input of a variable can drastically alter history; it's like moving a star on a vast star map and watching the entire galaxy dance in its wake."

The scene shifts again. Time is compressed and stretched in Dr. Manhattan's narration.

"Finally, I felt the core change brought about by the transformation of Superman."

Dr. Manhattan's voice carried a hint of seriousness.

"All universes, no matter how they branch or evolve, beat closely with the pulse of this 'primordial universe,' and the origin of this primordial universe, its core... is Superman, Kal-El, who is the... anchor point of the multiverse."

For the first time, Dr. Manhattan's blue eyes truly focused on Peter's face, the light seeming to pierce through his soul.

"If you just throw a tiny pebble into the river of his existence, the entire river of the multiverse will change its course; that sense of control... is mesmerizing."

Peter's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.

He now understood what this guy was up to.

It turns out that this guy was behind every reboot of the DC Universe.

After this recent reboot, the blue bald man is no longer trying to reboot Superman's origins; instead, he wants to change the things around Superman.

It seems that my becoming Clark's godfather was also an unintentional butterfly effect caused by this guy's manipulation of the timeline?
Or was it intentional on Clark's part that I became Clark's godfather?
"but……"

Dr. Manhattan's voice paused for an extremely short time.

“The primordial universe was not a lifeless, unfeeling entity; it… sensed my arrogance.”

The image flashed again.

This time, it was a dazzling golden lightning bolt of speed.

In the lightning, the face of a young red-haired figure—Walley West, the Kid of Lightning—was distorted by extreme speed and some deeper fear.

He seemed to be chasing after something.

"It was Wally West who first saw the 'traces' I left behind in the Speed ​​Force's extreme speed domain. He glimpsed... fragments of the truth."

Dr. Manhattan's voice remained calm, but Peter sensed a hint of surprise in it.

"Then there was Reverse-Flash, Elberd Swann, the time traveler obsessed with twisting Barry Allen's fate, who, in his pursuit of Barry, also touched the traces left by my time manipulation."

"At that moment, I realized..."

Dr. Manhattan's voice lowered. "The primordial universe will not sit idly by. The life it nurtured, its guardians, its rules... will not allow an outsider to roam freely and alter its history. It is... resisting, correcting, trying to... exclude me."

"Even your birth, Peter Patrick, was a guardian created by the primordial universe to fight against me. I keep changing history, and the primordial universe keeps strengthening you and your children."

As he spoke, the radiance emanating from Dr. Manhattan deepened.

"From that moment on, I, Dr. Manhattan, became the enemy of this primordial universe, the guardian of the primordial universe, and all the multiverses it sustains."

The final image froze before Peter's eyes.

No longer fragments of the past, but a bleak vision of the future: in a strange space composed of pure energy, whose specific form is indistinguishable, two figures stand facing each other from afar.

One is an eternal, unchanging deep blue.

The other is a steel body clad in a red and blue suit, with an "S" mark shining on its chest—Superman.

Their gazes pierced through the barriers of time and space, colliding with a destructive force.

"I look to the future."

Dr. Manhattan's voice, like a final judgment, roared deep within Peter's consciousness, carrying a chilling insight into destiny.

“I saw it… Superman, he found me.”

In the image, Clark's fists are clenched, and the light of his thermal vision is poised to burst forth.

Around Dr. Manhattan, a deep blue energy surged like a supernova about to explode.

"Two endings."

Dr. Manhattan's voice was firm and resolute:
"He destroyed me."

"or……"

"I will destroy the entire primordial universe."

The moment the words fell, the blue light around Dr. Manhattan, who was frozen in mid-air, suddenly surged.

It was no longer the steady flow it had been before, but rather like a volcano that had been suppressed for millions of years, suddenly erupting with a devastating surge of energy.

The sudden burst of light was so blinding that Peter was instantly disoriented. The enormous energy shockwave, like an invisible sledgehammer, slammed into his body.

"puff--!"

Peter could no longer hold on, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed out.

He was like a kite with a broken string, thrown away by an irresistible force.

The dull, lifeless ruby ​​of reality, clutched tightly in his left hand, flew out, tracing a weak arc in the air before finally landing with a "thud" in the cold red sand a dozen meters away, where it was quickly buried.

His body slammed heavily onto the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Excruciating pain swept through every bone and muscle of Peter's body. Stars flashed before his eyes, and darkness surged in like a tide, trying to devour his consciousness.

He struggled to lift his head and look at the blue figure in the air that was unleashing destructive power, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Dr. Manhattan hovered at the center of the energy burst, like the eye of a cosmic storm.

He looked down, his luminous eyes calmly gazing at Peter lying in the air below.

Peter lay in the void of the dream world, his vision divided by blood and darkness.

He saw the Nightmare Helmet lying not far away.

He felt the cloth bag at his waist, which had once contained the Sand of Sleep, but was now empty.

He could hear his heart beating heavily and slowly in his chest, each beat accompanied by a tearing pain.

Azraven...Smowell...Cornfield...

Countless fragmented images flashed through his mind as he teetered on the brink of collapse.

"I tried to alter Green Lantern's birth, to create a butterfly effect, to make the people and things around him completely different. But Peter Patrick, you are an accident. You are the guardian of the primordial universe. The will of the primordial universe brought you to Superman's side to guide him, accompany him as he grows, and keep this world full of hope."

"But if you no longer exist, and Superman loses your guidance and his parents' love, will he still be hope? Will hope still exist in this world a thousand years from now?"

For Dr. Manhattan, Peter's appearance was an unexpected surprise.

Now, he needs to correct this accident.

(End of this chapter)