While Jovian's avatar was pursuing his grand ambitions in the Dragon Raja universe and creating a new age, Jovian's original body, which had remained stationed beyond the edge of the universe, suddenly opened its eyes.
"It's time."
Jovian murmured softly as his boundless divine consciousness spread outward, extending toward the countless smaller worlds scattered throughout the universe.
In the world of Fairy Tail, Natsu and his companions had embarked on the 100 Years Quest, traveling to the continent of Guiltina and battling powerful enemies such as the alchemist guild Gold Owl and Ignia, the son of the Fire Dragon King. At that moment, the sky suddenly shattered, and an enormous hand descended from above, reaching toward their entire world.
In the world of One Piece, Jovian rose from his endless revelry, revealing a muscular body that looked as though it had been carved by an ancient Greek sculptor. He spread his arms wide and welcomed the arrival of a new age.
Behind him stood countless fanatical believers, praying to their great god.
Time turned, and the ages flowed without end.
The people of one world after another stopped whatever they were doing as their worlds were drawn into a single vast new reality. Limitless power roared through Jovian's body, helping him break through the final barrier.
Back in the Dragon Raja universe, Jovian's avatar suddenly sensed what was happening.
"It seems our time has come. Would you like to accompany me to a new world?"
"I know you've always wondered about my true identity. Come with me if you truly want to understand. Follow me, and we'll leave this world together."
Jovian stood in the principal's office at Cassell College with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the sky. A faint smile appeared on his face before he turned toward Erii, who was resting in the office, and Xia Mi, who was being driven to the brink of insanity by her brother Fenrir.
"All right!"
Erii answered without hesitation. Ever since Jovian had freed her from the fate that bound her, she had trusted him unconditionally.
"Fine. I suppose I'll come see what this is about."
Xia Mi tried to sound reluctant, but her heart was far more honest than her mouth.
"Excellent."
"Then welcome to your new world."
The moment Jovian finished speaking, the sky shattered. A pair of colossal hands descended and reached toward everyone in that world.
Xia Mi stared at the hands in terror.
She could not imagine what sort of being they belonged to. Even with her current power, she felt utterly helpless before them.
She understood that the owner of those hands was an existence that transcended the Dragon Race and every law governing their world.
Out in the universe, once all the fragments had been completely reclaimed, Jovian's body trembled as tremendous power surged through him.
"Come to me, final world."
Jovian murmured softly before throwing a punch and shattering the barrier before him.
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
When Jovian opened his eyes, he saw the young faces of a man and a woman.
"It's a baby! Oh my God!"
"He's a child sent to us by heaven!"
"Not one, there are two! There's another baby here!"
Jovian vaguely heard the man and woman talking.
At that moment, he also realized which universe he had entered.
This was the universe of DC's Man of Steel.
His current identity was Jovian-El, the older brother of Superman, Kal-El.
The couple who had adopted them were none other than Jonathan and Martha Kent.
Lying inside his cradle, Jovian recalled the plot of this world and smiled faintly.
There were countless moves he could make here.
Eighteen years passed.
In Metropolis, a tall, thin office worker stood in a dark alley with a briefcase in his hand. Across from him were three knife-wielding thugs.
"I wouldn't do this if I were you. You know someone is watching over this city."
"Shut up. We told you to hand over your wallet, so stop wasting our time!"
The thugs nervously glanced around after hearing his warning. They did seem genuinely afraid of something.
"You're scared."
"And you should be. He's everywhere. He punishes every criminal he finds. I'd run right now if I were you!"
The man noticed the fear in their eyes and tried to frighten them into leaving.
"Hey, listen!"
"He may possess limitless divine power, but he doesn't have time to deal with a robbery worth a few hundred dollars."
"He's probably in the Middle East right now, or maybe Antarctica. Don't think you can scare us by mentioning his name. You should know that won't work."
One of the more experienced thugs pulled out a knife and approached the man with a threatening expression.
"Shit!"
The office worker cursed loudly. He pulled his wallet from his pocket, threw it to the thugs, and shouted impatiently, "Fine! Fine! Take the money and get the hell out of here!"
"Heh. Smart choice."
The thug picked up the wallet, removed a thick stack of green bills, then tossed the empty wallet back to the man.
"Get back to work and earn some more money. We'll come find you again after you get paid next month, you corporate pig!"
"Hahaha!"
The thugs laughed and ran toward the entrance of the alley.
"Go to hell, you animals!"
Enraged by their mockery, the man shouted at their retreating backs.
The insult completely infuriated the thugs.
One of them, who had originally planned to leave, stopped and drew his knife again.
"Hey, don't bother with him. Let's go!"
His companions called out to him.
"Didn't you hear what he called us? I have to teach him a lesson!"
The thug gripped his knife and began walking toward the man.
"Forget about him! We need to leave. If we waste any more time, He'll come!"
The thug's companions anxiously glanced at the sky, seemingly terrified of something.
"Don't worry. This won't take long."
The knife-wielding thug walked up to the office worker and glared at him.
"What the fuck did you just call me?"
He waved the knife in front of the man's face as he spoke.
"You heard me! You're nothing but worthless gutter trash! People like you should be locked away instead of roaming the streets and preying on decent people. You're filth!"
The office worker had also been consumed by rage and continued hurling insults at him.
"Are you trying to die?"
The thug pressed the knife against the man's throat and shouted angrily.
"You can't kill me!"
"He's watching you! He's watching all of you!"
The man grimaced in pain as he desperately repeated the warning.
"Then die!"
The thug raised his knife, preparing to cut the man's throat.
"Don't!"
The other two thugs shouted from behind him, but it was already too late.
"No!"
The man closed his eyes in terror.
One second passed.
Then two.
Then three.
As time continued to pass, the pain the man had expected never came. Confused, he opened his eyes again.
The thug standing before him looked equally bewildered, as though he had no idea what had happened.
"Ah!"
The thug suddenly screamed.
At some point, the knife in his hand had melted into molten iron. The searing liquid had burned an entire layer of skin from his palm.
"Sir, it appears you could use some help."
A deep, magnetic voice spoke from above.
A muscular man dressed in a white skintight suit slowly descended and landed before the tall, thin office worker.
"Oh my God! It's really you! I thought you might be up in space fighting aliens, or dealing with terrorists somewhere!"
The tall man stared in astonishment at the powerful and handsome figure who had descended from the sky.
"Hahaha."
"I would never ignore evil simply because it seems insignificant."
"Whether it's an alien invasion or a threat to your life and property, both fall under my protection."
The man in white smiled at the office worker.
"Run! Hurry! It's him! He's here!"
When the thugs saw the godlike figure descend from the sky, they immediately abandoned their injured companion and fled toward the alley's exit.
"Gentlemen, you endangered this man's life. I strongly recommend that you stop immediately."
The man in the white suit politely addressed the fleeing thugs with a pleasant smile.
Unfortunately, no one answered him.
The terrified criminals did not dare stop.
"Hahaha."
The man in white chuckled before becoming a blur and racing after them.
One second later, another violent gust swept through the alley.
The muscular man in white had already returned, carrying the fleeing thugs back with one hand.
"Now, none of you are going anywhere until the police arrive."
The man tore an old water pipe from the wall. He crushed the metal into something resembling clay, rolled it into thin cords, then used those cords to bind all three thugs.
"Jovian, my God, could I take a picture with you?"
After Jovian finished restraining the criminals, the rescued man pulled out his iPhone and eagerly asked for a photograph.
"Of course."
Jovian took the man's phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a picture.
The photograph included Jovian, the rescued office worker, and the three bound criminals behind them.
"Goodbye."
Jovian smiled and waved lightly before soaring into the sky and disappearing.
"Oh my God!"
"You won't believe this! I met God! He was unbelievably handsome, and he saved my life!"
After watching Jovian fly away, the man immediately posted the photograph online with a comment.
"Oh my God! You actually saw him!"
"You're so lucky!"
"I want to meet him too. I'm seriously considering staging a robbery just to make him appear."
Countless comments appeared beneath the post.
Of course, none of that had anything to do with Jovian.
Boom!
A series of sonic booms erupted as he arrived before a skyscraper.
A line of enormous letters was displayed across the top of the building.
KENT TOWER.
It was the tallest building in Metropolis and belonged to the youngest man ever to become the richest person in the world, the living god, Jovian Kent.
The company's primary mission was to transform masked vigilantes from unpaid volunteers into legitimate professional heroes.
"Mr. Jovian, Zack Snyder would like to know whether you have time to meet. He wants to create an entirely new movie franchise designed specifically around you!"
"Mr. Jovian, Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton, and several other brands would like to expand their partnerships with you!"
"Nike wants to release the God Among Men II sneakers immediately! Limited-edition pairs of the original God Among Men shoes are already reselling online for ten thousand dollars a pair!"
"The U.S. Department of Defense wants your help filming a military recruitment ad!"
The moment Jovian entered the building, a group of beautiful young women surrounded him. They all spoke at once as they presented him with his latest business offers and assignments.
"All right, all right, ladies. One at a time."
Jovian developed a slight headache from listening to everyone at once. He raised a hand, signaling for them to quiet down.
"Emma, tell Zack I read the script he sent me. I have absolutely no problems with it. It's definitely far better than the Whedon cut. I'll be ready to join the production next week."
Jovian addressed the first woman.
"Yes, sir!"
She nodded, immediately pulled out her phone, and walked toward a quiet, empty area.
"Emily, tell those brands that I'm willing to cooperate, but I want to see genuine commitment from them. There are still countless people in this world who can't even afford proper clothing. I can't spend all my time promoting luxury products."
Jovian turned toward the second woman.
"They have jointly organized a charitable campaign. They intend to donate five hundred million dollars to impoverished communities in your name."
"Excellent."
Jovian nodded.
"Maria, I reviewed Nike's proposal. Tell them to begin preparing the launch event for the new shoes. I've also seen the designs for the third, fourth, and fifth generations. They're perfect. They can release all of them over the next three years."
"Olivia, tell the U.S. Department of Defense that I represent justice for the entire world. They shouldn't expect me to involve myself in their filthy military operations."
Jovian then addressed the other two women.
"Yes, sir!"
They nodded simultaneously.
"Excellent."
Jovian entered the elevator and smiled at everyone until the doors closed.
"He's perfect."
"He really is."
The employees of Kent Tower quietly spoke among themselves as they watched Jovian leave.
In their eyes, Jovian was their god, a flawless God Among Men.
Inside the elevator, Jovian's expression became completely emotionless as he considered his next move.
His ultimate goal was to kill Darkseid and take his place.
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