What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

“Well, I know you’re happy that your scheme succeeded… but is it really necessary to be this happy?” Gwen said to the excited Papetua, holding a grilled starch sausage. “If your little brats saw this, even Li Chengfeng, who’s obsessed with his mother, would probably lose his mind.”

“My little iris isn’t such a shallow child… and what the hell is this ‘mother complex’?” Papetua gently patted Gwen’s head, then turned to the person hidden in the shadow of the hood and said, “So… even now, don’t you want to show your true face?”

"True face? My true face is something even I can't see clearly."

This person's voice has a subtle quality, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

But judging from his physique, he is indeed a man.

Meeting the curious gazes of Gwen and Papetua, he removed his cloak, revealing his true face hidden in the shadows.

It was a face that defied description.

It's not because it's too perfect or too ugly.

Rather, it means literally "indescribable in words".

Because that face is constantly changing.

From the moment this face was observed, its shape began to change along with its appearance.

Different faces, different bodies, different genders, all combined into one.

Even Papetua had never seen anything like it.

But amidst this disorder and chaos, Papetua inexplicably sensed a kind of... closeness.

This inexplicable feeling is like facing children from a generation older.

She instinctively reached out her hand, towards the child who was in a superposition state...

But the next moment, the azure blue power of the six-dimensional being repelled Papetua's hand.

Instead of getting angry, Papetua laughed.

She gently stroked her hand.

"No wonder... you're a six-dimensional being too."

"Let me guess, are you the child of my little iris or the child of my little bat?"

"Based on the causal attraction between us six-dimensional beings... you can only be their child."

Papetua's words made the atmosphere at the scene strange.

If before this statement, it was still an atmosphere of wits and strategy, like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind...

Now it's all turned into mundane family matters, and no matter what the problem is, the first thing to do is to analyze the messy atmosphere of the family of origin.

Gwen's servant also completely transformed from a seemingly relaxed but actually vigilant state into a spectator enjoying the show.

Then, it reached out from the void in front of it and pulled out a sofa.

I could also vaguely hear a rather unsavory greeting from someone in the upper echelons of society.

Papetua and Gwen, these two close friends despite their age difference, sat down on the sofa and looked at the superimposed six-dimensional being in front of them.

He didn't say a word, he just watched.

After an eerie silence that lasted for ten minutes, the "Dictator" finally gave up first.

"Yes, Grandmother, it's a pleasure to see you."

“Heh, child, I didn’t hear a single bit of joy in your voice.” Papetua shook his head. “As for whose child you are, I already know… Although your face keeps changing, no matter how it’s combined, it still falls within the range of Li Chengfeng, Hela, Ada Wong, Harley Quinn, and Neos… In other words, you are Little Iris’s unborn child.”

"So, this couldn't be hidden from you at all, Grandmother?"

“You didn’t hide it from me.” Papetua looked the six-dimensional being in a superposition state up and down. “Although a six-dimensional being’s proof is permanent, meaning that you already existed even before you were born.”

“But before that, I was completely unable to be observed by any other being before the prerequisites for my birth were met… not even the Supreme God could do that.”

"So you mean... now that the conditions for your birth have been met!?" Papetua slammed her hand on the sofa. "I'm going to have a new grandchild again?"

"Is that the point!?" Gwen's servant calmly retorted from the side, "Shouldn't you first ask why this superposition-state holy grandson of yours wanted to steal his father's and uncle's bodies?"

“Oh, about that…” Papetua blinked, “Since it seems so secretive, it certainly won’t tell us the reason for its actions, so…”

With that, Papetua snapped his fingers.

The next moment, a powerful melody appeared out of nowhere in this gray space.

"Auntie, please press it down..."

As the music swelled, three portals with distinctly different styles opened in the space.

Then three men of different colors, all bald, appeared directly in front of Papetua and struck a bodybuilding pose.

“Dear Mother! Why do you call us?” one of the World Forgers asked, looking up.

"...Can I regret it now?" Looking at the three brothers under the moon... no, the three brothers who are the world-builder, the monitor, and the anti-monitor, Papetua felt like she was about to have a stroke. If she weren't a six-dimensional being, she would have had a stroke by now.

These three traitors weren't born of her own gestation, but they are still her own children.

Although the physical body was borrowed from the void, the inner self is undoubtedly one's own.

How did it end up looking so ridiculous?

She's getting closer and closer to her little iris...

"Sigh, thinking about it this way, my little bat cubs are still more reliable." Papetua muttered, then resisted the urge to slap his silly sons, and waved to them, "My dear children, these are your brother's unborn offspring... but their origins are not yet very clear, so you need to... investigate them carefully, understand?"

"Don't worry, Mother! Leave everything to us!"

The three brothers under the moon responded in unison, completely surrounding "Ditto".

"Wait, wait, Grandmother, uncles, what are you doing?"

"Guess what we're up to?" The anti-surveillance agent approached with a sinister grin, his face contorted with villainous intent.

"How could I not guess?"

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” The monitor shook his head and then placed his hand on its shoulder. “My dear nephew… or niece… well, whatever you are, now all you have to do is tell the truth.”

What followed was a brutal and inhumane act of enforcing the law on behalf of his father.

Just as Ditto was about to scream, Gwen Stranger stuffed his mouth with a starch sausage.

Then Papetua held up his phone and placed it in front of Gwen.

"Hey, look at this one, this style of crib should be pretty good, right?"

"Please, this style would be considered retro even in the last century..."

In the hazy, unknown space, Li Chengfeng's ever-changing descendants received unprecedented treatment...

While being beaten by her uncles, she watched her grandmother choose a crib for her.

Seeing this, Ditto suddenly understood why it subconsciously hated the little bed that would accompany it throughout its childhood...

It turns out it was a psychological shadow that was already etched into the subconscious before birth!