Doomsday and A-1 Doom were adapting to every attack thrown their way.
Realizing this, Batman's mind raced with the horrifying consequences if they failed to stop them now.
He couldn't help but overthink the potential devastation.
"It's time to end this," Rimuru declared, stepping forward and placing himself directly in front of Doomsday. "I'll just make a good excuse later."
With that, he activated Beelzebuth.
The dark power, the same one that defeated darkseid manifested once again.
It surged forward, engulfing Doomsday entirely.
In mere moments, nothing of the monster remained—only emptiness. Like it was never there to begin with.
"Next"
A-1 Doom froze at the sight, its movements hesitant. No... it wasn't just hesitation—it was fear.
It stared at Rimuru, its voice trembling. "What... power..."
Meanwhile, in Central City, Lucas was finishing his duties, taking out the trash before heading home.
As he dropped the last bag into the dumpster, a shadow loomed over him.
Turning around, Lucas's breath caught.
He was met with the cold gaze of death itself.
It happened in an instant.
His body was cut into three, lifeless before he could scream.
From the darkness stepped Ivo, dismounting from Lykan.
He walked toward the bakery, carrying a small machine in his hands.
"Stay on guard," he ordered his team, adjusting the dials of his device as it began to hum softly.
Inside the bakery, the machine started beeping frantically.
"I knew it..." Ivo murmured, fine-tuning the device as it scanned the surroundings. "It's the same as back then."
The readings indicated something extraordinary, an element not native to Earth, with its highest concentration emanating from a single room.
Kicking open the door, Ivo stepped inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
It looks like a boring bedroom.
There was no mistaking it.
The entire room was saturated with the energy—a veritable treasure trove of the mysterious element.
Three years ago, ivo recalled the moment that started it all.
He had been in a seedy bar, confronting a drunk man who unexpectedly knocked him out cold.
When he regained consciousness, strange lights had flickered from the man's fists. Even stranger, his portable scanner had picked up traces of an unfamiliar element.
From that day onward, Ivo dedicated himself to researching the energy's nature.
It was unlike anything he had encountered in his 30 years of studying genetics, biology, and engineering.
The energy defied all known science—it was capable of manifesting phenomena, healing wounds, and even materializing objects seemingly out of thin air.
He eventually dubbed it "magic." A term from fictional Fantasy books, As ridiculous as it sounded, the term was the closest analogy to what the energy could do.
Despite his years of experimentation, true breakthroughs came only after the Metropolis Invasion.
The alien technology left behind provided the key to harnessing this energy.
With the right tools, Ivo managed to extract and manipulate it.
The results were beyond his wildest dreams. Not only could this energy heal old scars, but it could also obliterate physical objects with terrifying efficiency.
Now, standing in the energy-rich room, Ivo couldn't suppress his grin. With the gauntlet he had engineered, he began absorbing every trace of magic in the air.
As the gauntlet's storage filled, Ivo realized something astonishing, the energy in the room wasn't depleting. It was a near-infinite reservoir.
"If my calculations are correct," Ivo muttered, "this much power could destroy not just one, but two moons... and still have enough left over that could decimate a small country in one shot"
He glanced at the gauntlet, marveling at its potential.
This energy didn't just destroy—it could dematerialize and reshape reality itself. It was the ultimate weapon.
Now all that was left was to wait.
His real target would arrive soon enough.
He had done the impossible, using a machine he could never have created alone.
But powered by magic, the SP-Alter came to life.
A machine that could open space from two different location, making a one way shortcut.
A swirling portal opened, bridging the energy-rich room and his secret lab.
"I'll make sure to drain it all," Ivo muttered with a twisted grin, watching as his machine hummed louder, greedily absorbing the near-infinite magic in the room.
He stepped inside the lab and entered a small chamber.
Needles poked his skin as the machine begins working.
"Immortality is within my grasp"
Outside, the Lykan prowled, tearing into Lucas's corpse.
It devoured him entirely, leaving only a crimson stain on the ground.
From the distance, a figure appeared—Rimuru.
His aura was a tempest of rage, his eyes blazing as he saw the devastation.
"I was gone for just a few moments," Rimuru growled, his voice low and trembling with fury. "And this is what happens."
Suddenly, time itself came to a halt.
The universe froze in place, caught in the grip of an incomprehensible force.
All living gods immune to time manipulation felt the disturbance ripple through their domains, their senses screaming warnings.
But before panic could spread, a calm and commanding voice resonated across existence.
"Do not worry. This is the work of a friend."
The words calmed the gods, though unease lingered in their hearts.
Back in the frozen world, Rimuru moved freely, unaffected by the halted time.
He walks towards the lykan and it disappeared, erased from reality.
The deceased lukas stood like he never was killed, frozen while taking out the trash.
In his room, there he found an old man bathed with megicule.
Looking into his memories, he find his greed disgustingly big.
"You wanted immortality?, let me help you with that"
He pressed his arm in the tube and charges it with megicule.
With you're halfass knowledge about megicule, i bet you didn't know that this very power is like poison to a human's body.
Closing the portal, the machines stops as there was nothing absorb.
But how are the machines not affected? The megicule they absorbed provided resistance.