Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

He had seen other superheroes active in different cities before.


And those who came running out of the Amazon jungle.


Even those who rose up from the depths of the sea.


After a brief shock, Bruce Wayne's face suddenly became stern.


"As far as I know, The Joker died twenty years ago on that very day. I personally... burned his body. Who are you?"


"Hehehe, guess? Bruce, we're old friends, you know!"


The Joker switched to another kindly smile and a more serene tone, smiling slightly, "Sir Bruce, who am I?"


This kind expression, coupled with the ridiculous and eerie Joker Paint on his face, was bizarre beyond comparison.


Bruce Wayne's pupils suddenly contracted: "Krez... Jack Crazy? Joker Crazy?"


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