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Chapter 1020 Clark: This punch, Manhattan, I'll wipe you out!
The scene focuses on the center of the chaos, where the red and blue figure is being repeatedly repelled by Black Adam's golden lightning and the Blazing White Plasma Stream.

Even though Superman's suit was torn and his mouth was stained with blood, he still tried his best to save innocent people.

"But there are always heroes..."

The Pharaoh's voice suddenly rose, "They will not allow this vile vortex to devour the world; their very existence is a denial of darkness! And I—"

He suddenly stood up, stared at the screen, and said:

"—It is to make everyone, and the universe itself, see clearly! What makes a hero a hero! Before absolute despair and darkness descend, before everything is beyond redemption!"

The Pharaoh's lips curled into a cold smile, radiating an air of absolute confidence.

In addition, he also noticed that Batman and the second Rorschach were looking for him.

But he wasn't worried at all.

Reggie Long?
The lost chess piece had long been forgotten by him in a dirty corner.

Batman?
He is now seriously injured and has no ability to resist this chaotic situation.

In the face of the impending final judgment, individual pursuits seem so insignificant and laughable.

The stage he meticulously designed has been set up, waiting only for the protagonist to perform the final chapter that will shake the universe.

At this moment, the Pharaoh was immersed in his grand narrative of saving the world.

The battle at the White House has reached a fever pitch.

Clark was like a lone boat in a storm.

Black Adam's heavy punch made his arms go numb and his internal organs churn.

The Blazing Warrior's plasma cutting cannon left scorched trails in the air with its incandescent white beams, forcing him to dodge beyond his limits.

Each teleportation and each block was frantically consuming his almost limitless energy.

Sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, blurring his vision.

With a loud thud, just as Clark was blasted back by Black Adam's punch and his back slammed heavily into an overturned armored vehicle, the metal instantly dented.

"Mother--!"

A child's heart-wrenching cry pierced Clark's eardrums.

He turned his head sharply and saw a little girl in tattered bear pajamas lying on the ground at the edge of the battlefield, crying out in despair in front of her.

Her mother, a frail woman, was trying to rush over to protect her.

Right above their heads, a military Humvee, blown away by the aftershocks of the battle, rolled and crashed down on the helpless mother and daughter like a runaway steel behemoth.

"Do not!!!"

Upon seeing this, Clark roared in anger.

All the blood in my body rushed to my head instantly!
Manhattan, the prophecy of the end times, the destiny of the universe—all of these were thrown to the winds at this moment.

All he could see were the mother and daughter who were about to be crushed.

"boom!"

The ground beneath Clark's feet blasted open as if it had been hit by a bomb, creating a deep crater.

He transformed into a streak of light, his speed surpassing the limits of physics, ignoring Black Adam's pursuit from behind, and instantly teleported in front of the mother and daughter.

Just as the Hummer's wheels were about to crush the woman's back!

"boom!!!"

Clark arrived just in time and managed to hold up the heavy chassis of the Hummer.

Clark's knee slammed into the ground, sinking deep up to his thigh, but he held on tightly, the steel twisting and deforming in his hands, making a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound.

A huge shadow loomed over the terrified mother and daughter below.

The woman held her terrified daughter tightly, looking up at the towering figure above her, a figure that seemed to hold up the sky like a god.

"Go! Get out of here!"

Clark forced his voice through clenched teeth as he spoke to the other person.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

After thanking Clark, the mother immediately took her daughter and left.

Just then, Clark's gaze snapped up, piercing through the billowing smoke, and locked onto Dr. Manhattan, who was suspended above the battlefield.

The other party's pupil-less eyes were calmly "watching" everything that was happening here.

A surge of immense anger instantly overwhelmed Clark's reason.

"Dr. Manhattan".

Clark shouted at the other side, "Quick, help me! Save these people! Stop this!"

He knew that the other party possessed the power to change everything.

Hearing Clark's words, Dr. Manhattan hovered there, shook his head, and said calmly, "I will not help you, Karl-El."

"what?!"

"The future I see..."

Manhattan continued, “In four minutes, just four minutes, all the matter, energy, consciousness, forms… all the splendor of ‘existence’ that makes up this place will be reduced to ultimate annihilation, without exception. Whether you help or not, there will be no essential difference in the final outcome.”

“What are you talking about?!!”

Clark's eyes were bloodshot, his arms trembling violently as he supported himself on the Hummer. He stared intently at the other man, roaring, "Why?! Why were you so indifferent?! Watching all this happen?! Watching them die?!"

Manhattan did not answer. After a moment of silence, he said to Clark, "Now, the predicted 'four minutes' is almost over, with only... two minutes remaining."

With two minutes to go before his battle with Superman begins, Dr. Manhattan finally decides to tell Clark the truth.

His gaze seemed to pierce through Clark and be directed at some distant and cold cosmic coordinate.

"In my home universe,"

Dr. Manhattan’s voice rang in Clark’s ears, “There have been glimmers of peace, though brief and fragile, like candles flickering in the wind.”

A scene was forcibly injected into Clark's consciousness: a world similar to Earth yet completely different, with gloomy and dilapidated cities, and a huge nuclear war countdown clock standing in the square, its bright red numbers shocking.

Numbness and despair were written all over people's faces.

Then came a brief, false sense of calm—people took to the streets to celebrate the end of the nuclear war crisis, their faces beaming with the smiles of relief.

But that smile was fleeting.

"After I chose to leave..."

Manhattan's voice returned to its cold tone: "The deep-seated suspicion, greed, and insatiable thirst for power in human nature... like a lurking serpent, have awakened once more. The illusion of peace has been shattered, and the flames of war have reignited, more brutal than ever before. Cities have been reduced to scorched earth, and corpses have piled up like mountains. To this day, the flames of war still rage on that scorched earth."

The images projected by Dr. Manhattan were brutal and real: burning cities, twisted wreckage, the empty eyes of children... scenes that Clark had never witnessed before.

"I have gained nothing but eternal darkness."

Manhattan's voice rang out coldly, "Utter disillusionment with humanity drove me to tear through dimensions and come here—your 'primordial universe'."

His gaze refocused on Clark.

"It's more...complex here, where hope and despair intertwine, light and darkness coexist, but surprisingly, it was never truly destroyed, which...doesn't make sense."

"In order to find answers, to verify my 'hypothesis,' and to observe more possibilities."

Manhattan paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm making your godfather, Peter Patrick, leave early."

As he listened to the other person's words, the image of the ruins of Smallwell Farm instantly exploded in Clark's mind.

The desolate land, the cold tombstones, and the painful memories of losing all his loved ones, forcibly implanted, surged toward Clark.

Clark remembered. He remembered his godfather's companionship from childhood to adulthood, as well as the memories of his brothers and sisters, including Azu and Loki.

Clenching his fists, Clark gritted his teeth as he stared at the "S" mark on his chest.

At this moment, he fully remembered why the "S" on his chest represented hope.

Now Dr. Manhattan will erase the person who gave him hope—his own godfather.

Clark's anger reached its peak, and his body trembled slightly.

“I erased his traces in your life, made you ‘forget’ the bond he gave you between father and son, made you forget the feelings between your brothers and sisters, and made you lose the warm protection of the Kents.”

Manhattan's narrative is cold and devoid of emotion: "This time, I want to see, Karl-El..."

"After being completely stripped of the soil of 'family,' after losing the guidance and emotional anchor of all 'fathers'...can you still...protect the core of this universe? Can you still protect this universe?"

The moment the words fell!
The future that Dr. Manhattan saw perfectly overlapped with reality.

"how dare you!!!"

A roar erupted, a mixture of furious rage at being deceived and the agonizing pain of losing a loved one.

The roar that came from deep within Clark's throat instantly drowned out all the other sounds on the battlefield.

"Boom!"

He hurled the multi-ton steel Hummer at Deathstroke, who was about to launch a sneak attack from the side, as if it were a stone.

Deathstroke was caught off guard and was struck by the roaring steel behemoth, groaning as he flew backward.

At the same time, Clark's body left a sonic boom cloud ring in place.

Clark appeared instantly in front of Dr. Manhattan with speed beyond human comprehension.

They were so close that they could almost feel the energy fluctuations emanating from each other's bodies.

Clark's eyes, burning with boundless rage, had now transformed into two erupting volcanoes.

All reason, restraint, and the beliefs to protect were utterly destroyed after learning the truth about the erasure of the Godfather and his brothers and sisters.

Now, all that remains in his heart is the most primal and violent urge to destroy.

Clark clenched his right fist so tightly that his knuckles cracked from the extreme force.

The bulging muscles on his arms tore through his tattered battle suit, and his cells burned to their limit, releasing a blinding, intense red light, like a miniature sun.

"For my godfather, for my parents, for my brother and sister, this punch will reduce you to ashes!"

A roaring Clark threw a punch at Dr. Manhattan.

This punch not only contained physical destructive power, but also embodied all his hatred and anger.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Explosions, energy beams, screams, cries... all sounds on the battlefield vanished.

Only that fist, burning with blood-red light, carrying the will to shatter stars and tear apart laws, swung fiercely toward Dr. Manhattan's chest.

The space in front of the fist shattered with a mournful sound, as if glass were breaking, because it could not withstand this extreme power!
Space warped and collapsed, forming a brief but deadly vacuum crack.

As Clark unleashed his final punch, a fusion of redemption and destruction, Dr. Manhattan's expression finally showed a dramatic shift.

(End of this chapter)