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

Chapter 1117, Number 1068: The Little Daughter Who Doesn't Understand Love, Machima

Arthur and Horus's teams are searching for the missing N-metal.

Meanwhile, in Gotham.

Leila told Machima about some of the deeds of her "father," Peter Patrick.

This includes Peter defeating Superman in the "Unjust World" where heroes have fallen, and thwarting Reverse-Flash's insane plans during the "Flashpoint Event" where the timeline is broken.

Even in the "Doomsday Bell," a story concerning reality, he confronted and triumphed over the god-like Dr. Manhattan.

These stories, told by Lyra and Barry, depict a powerful, righteous, and almost omnipotent guardian.

However, after listening, Machima fell silent.

Finally, she whispered almost inaudibly:
"He must be very tired."

"tired?"

Barry repeated the word, somewhat puzzled.

In his mind, those beings who stood at the pinnacle of power, such as Superman, always seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

"Yes."

Machima's voice remained calm, "Constant battles, constant rescues, bearing the world's expectations and the fate of others... that is by no means an easy thing."

Despite saying that, Machima became even more interested in her father, whom she had not yet met.

It's more interesting to be something that gets tired than a purely invincible, radiant symbol.

An interested glint flashed in her golden eyes.

A strong person who gets tired means that he has invested emotions, and that he has weaknesses that can be perceived and even exploited.

This did not diminish Peter's value in her eyes; on the contrary, it made him more three-dimensional and more alluring, transforming him from a vague "target of domination."

Conquering an invincible god is an achievement, but the complexity and sense of control involved in dominating a vulnerable and weary savior stirs her heart even more.

After a brief silence, Barry couldn't contain his curiosity and asked again, "Machima, where did you come from? How did you sign that so-called contract with Mr. Peter?"

He always felt that the concept of "contract" was not a good thing for this little girl.

Machima slowly turned her head to look at Barry, a gentle smile, as always, that seemed to encompass everything, appearing on her face.

“I don’t know,” she replied lightly. “Perhaps… I come from a place deeper and darker than the dark multiverse you are falling into?”

Her tone was uncertain, as if she were making a guess that had nothing to do with her.

This is not a lie; she genuinely doesn't care about her origins.

For her, where she came from was not important; what mattered was her current goal and the possibility of control.

Then she turned her gaze to Lyra and asked her, "Lyra, Father's children all like him very much, don't they?"

"of course."

Lyra answered without hesitation, her pale face lighting up at the mention of Peter.

"The master is very different. You haven't met him yet, but when you do, you'll definitely like him very much."

"like……"

Machima repeated the word, a complex expression on her face.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face, as she fell into deeper thought.

Do you "like" it?

Her consciousness seemed to sink into her own desolate inner world.

She comes from the dark underworld, and her true name is "Dominion".

Amidst endless chaos and fear, the icon called "Chainsaw" was her first and only "longing."

What a pure and violent power that was.

Tearing everything apart, fearless, even her terrifying power of domination seemed to find some kind of equal right in the face of that savage freedom.

She believed that only someone that strong was worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

She has a human appearance and can perfectly mimic human speech and behavior, but sometimes she feels that she is nothing more than the embodiment of the will to "dominate".

An empty container filled with an innate desire to control everything.

The ruler of demons has always longed to establish equal relationships with others.

Tragically, the only connection she knew was through fear and control.

She could use force to compel others to submit and bind fate with contracts, but these cold chains never brought her the warm feeling of being called "family" that she vaguely longed for.

Even though deep down she yearns for equal intimacy, she has no idea what "intimacy" is, let alone how to pursue it.

Her seemingly intimate gestures now—gentle smiles, caring words, considerate actions—are nothing more than imitation.

She observes humans, learns their interaction patterns, and then replicates them like a program.

She can make the gesture of hugging, but she can't understand the warmth that hugs convey; she can say comforting words, but she can't feel the emotions contained in those words.

She was just imitating what others did, and then came to some incomprehensible conclusions.

Her inner self, that controlling core, never gave any being an equal opportunity to enter.

How could someone like her truly experience what humans call emotions?

The reason she can make all sorts of intimate gestures without changing her expression is simply because she has tried it too many times, but she still can't feel anything, and in the end, all that's left is a numb emptiness.

Is loneliness the eternal fate of those who rule?
Now, Leila tells her that she will "like" her father after meeting him.

A natural attraction based on emotion.

Machima tried to understand this "love," to imagine the feeling of joy that comes with seeing someone, but she found that her heart was like a smooth ice wall, and any attempt to project "love" could only slide away helplessly, leaving no trace.

She simply can't do it.

When she looked up again, her gaze had returned to that inhuman calm.

Machima gazed calmly into the distance, where Gotham's distorted silhouette loomed on the horizon, resembling a grinning demon's face.

Are we almost there?

She asked Barry softly, her tone devoid of any emotion, as if her earlier, fruitless exploration of "love" had never happened.

But deep within her unfathomable golden pupils, a more resolute light shone forth.

Since she couldn't understand or feel, she would use the methods she knew best to get everything she wanted—including that father who interested her and made her tired. Domination was the only thing she understood and believed in.

"It's just ahead."

Barry took a deep breath as he gazed at Challenger Mountain in the distance.

what is this? !!

Gotham is no longer the city we know, but has become a gateway to the dark multiverse.

The sky was a frozen, dark red, as if it were about to drip with putrid blood. Twisted purple lightning bolts darted through the clouds like giant serpents, bringing a continuous, soul-rending shriek.

The skyscrapers that once symbolized human ambition now resemble withered bones broken by an invisible giant hand, pointing crookedly towards the sky.

It was covered with wriggling, seemingly alive, dark matter.

The air was filled with ozone, sulfur, and something more primal, belonging to fear itself.

In the heart of the city, two creations defying the laws of physics stand majestically.

One of them is "Challenger Mountain".

It was not formed naturally, but was forcibly compressed and piled up by countless abandoned vehicles, broken building debris, and countless corpses of heroes and demons from different universes.

At the top of the mountain, a colossal, sky-covering clown-dragon was coiled up.

The dragons emitted terrifying sonic waves from time to time, and each roar further destabilized the space.

The other is the "Multiverse Tower," which pierces straight into the dimensional barrier.

It was entirely black, as if it were constructed from solidified despair itself.

At the top of the tower, the evil god Barbatos—the dragon that symbolizes darkness and oblivion—stretches its massive body, which is entwined with endless shadows and purple lightning.

Barbatos's gaze was fixed on the Earth beneath his feet, which was being slowly slid toward the ultimate abyss of destruction known as the "Furnace," entangled by countless dark tentacles.

Meanwhile, Barbatos continued to howl atop the Multiverse Tower, summoning an endless army of shadowy figures from the depths of darkness—twisted shadow bats, decaying parademons, and members of the Dark Knights in various forms, radiating an ominous aura.

Led by Diana and Raven, the members of the Patrick Farm Alliance are currently using the relatively stable terrain at the foot of Challenger Mountain to build a shaky defensive line.

Diana was dealing with the dark creation when suddenly a shadow loomed over her.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing through Amazon's armor rang out.

Diana grunted, staring in astonishment at the other "herself" who had suddenly appeared before her, clad in ancient Amazonian armor—an counterpart from the Dark Multiverse.

The Dark Fire God Sword in her opponent's hand, shrouded in ominous black mist, had already pierced her shoulder blade, and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout her body.

"A pathetic genuine product."

Dark Diana grinned maliciously, twisting the hilt of her sword. "Embrace your shadow, for all that you protect will ultimately return to darkness!"

More than one of her counterparts appeared, followed by several more malevolent "Wonder Woman" counterparts emerging from other directions.

The "Dark Wonder Women" launched a frenzied attack on Diana from all sides, each attack aimed at destroying her body and, more importantly, crushing her will.

Not far away, Raven's situation was equally critical.

What she faced was a half-demon form, shrouded in ominous blood-red energy, seemingly completely corrupted.

The two ravens began exchanging magical attacks.

"Your emotions and your attachments are your greatest weakness."

Dark Raven's voice was devoid of any emotion. With a wave of her hand, she summoned Shadow Ravens composed of pure negative energy, which surged towards the magic circle constructed by the real Raven like a tide.

The magic circle's light flickered violently under the impact. Raven shook her head, unleashed "Avada Kedavra" without a staff, and sent her opponent flying with a "bang".

"I forgot to tell you, my father once sent me to a magic school. The power of that magic school comes from love and emotion."

Slightly out of breath, Raven spoke to the Dark Raven she had knocked away.

The battlefield on the other side was also in chaos.

Jane Foster, the female Thor, raises Mjolnir, unleashing a dazzling display of Asgardian lightning.

"Ho!"

With a roar, Jane hurled lightning at the enemy ranks, blasting away a group of shadowy figures.

However, she herself was also besieged by several dark creatures entangled in dark energy.

Ciri's elven bloodline allows her to flicker through space, constantly using her time-travel abilities to disrupt enemy formations while supporting her teammates.

Artoria Pendragon stands on a small piece of land that has not yet been completely corrupted, holding the holy sword given to her by Peter, releasing brilliant energy to dispel the darkness.

With each swing of King Arthur's sword, a terrifying power that could tear the earth apart was unleashed. The crimson torrent of magic clashed fiercely with the golden light of the holy sword, and the dissipating energy reduced everything around them to dust.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Those who "worry about their fathers" are also trapped in a sea of ​​suffering where each fights their own battle.

Mordred laughed loudly, her helmet shattered, revealing a face filled with madness and excitement, as she furiously slashed at a dark knight wearing a bat-helmet and with an eerie figure.

Although Xiao Mo's fighting style was completely unpredictable, it was full of momentum, forcing his opponent to retreat step by step.

Nearby, Boom and Vi, working together, struggled to hold off a group of dark monsters that were a mixture of metal and flesh.

These monsters are incredibly strong and know how to fight in a coordinated manner.

Star-Lord weaves through a hail of bullets, switching between different modes with his elemental gun, trying to find the enemy's weakness.

Ceresia brandished the rune wand Peter had given her, summoning magical energy to slam into the enemy while simultaneously setting up a series of trap spells.

But faced with the surging tide of shadow bats of various shapes, her magical light was like a candle flickering in the wind, its range constantly compressed.

Beside her was the Shiba Inu cat she had summoned.

The ferocious Shiba Inu monster drove back the dark creatures while protecting Ceresa's safety.

At this moment, despair, like icy seawater, slowly engulfed the defense line.

Barbatos's howls grew louder and louder, and the dark army's offensive surged wave after wave.

Diana's armor was damaged in many places, and Raven's defensive magic circle was on the verge of collapse. Everyone seemed to have reached their limit.

Just as the defensive line was about to collapse, a golden streak of light, like a ray of dawn tearing through the darkness, entered the most chaotic core area of ​​the battlefield.

Machima, following Barry and Lyra, finally stepped into the final battlefield.

(End of this chapter)