Chapter 62 Death Of Superman (Extra chapter, plus extra)

The battle was epic. The world watched in awe and horror as the Justice League clashed with a monster straight out of nightmares. Cameras from orbit and on the ground captured every second as the League worked together, dogpiling the beast in a coordinated assault.

For a moment, it looked like they had the upper hand—blows landed, energy beams struck home, and the monster staggered under the combined might of Earth's greatest heroes. But then… Doomsday adapted.

He moved faster. Hit harder. And then, one by one, he started taking them out. First, he snatched Superman by the cape and swung him like a weapon, slamming him into John's face, shattering the Green Lantern's nose and sending him flying like a rag doll.

Before Superman could recover, Hal Jordan was next. Doomsday swung again, Superman's body crashing into Hal's stomach with brutal force. Hal's ring glowed brightly for a second—then flickered as he dropped to the ground, vomiting everything he had.

And it didn't stop there.

Shazam flew in with a punch, aiming straight for Doomsday's head, but at the last second, Doomsday twisted, yanking Superman into the line of fire, and pushed Superman forward at full force.

The punch landed squarely on Superman's face. The collision sent out a deafening shockwave, shattering every window in a five-block radius as the fight spilled into the heart of the city. Cars flipped, alarms wailed, and glass rained down like deadly confetti.

Superman's face was a mess, bloodied, nose shattered, eyes dazed, nearly unconscious from the brutal blow.

Shazam stumbled back, gripping his hand in pain—his fist broken from striking the Man of Steel. Superman had just become the perfect human shield.

Suddenly, a golden lasso snapped around Doomsday's neck—tight, unyielding. With a powerful heave, Wonder Woman yanked him off his feet, spinning him in a wide arc through the air like a rag doll.

Superman was released, his cape tearing free from Doomsday's grip as he tumbled to the side.

"Hurry!" Wonder Woman shouted over the roar of wind and chaos, her voice sharp and commanding—aimed at Martian Manhunter.

This wasn't a normal fight. Doomsday was stronger than anyone expected—stronger than Superman. Yes, Ashborn had shown them the images of Superman's deaths across the multiverse, but they were sure teamwork could have helped them. After all, those images only had Superman facing Doomsday alone. How could they lose with the full might of the Justice League?

Shazam soared into the sky, joining Martian Manhunter as the two of them rocketed downward, fists drawn back and glowing with raw power.

At that same moment, Wonder Woman released her grip, launching Doomsday upward with all her strength—a perfect collision course.

BOOM.

The impact shook the earth. The collision of fists and monster unleashed a shockwave so intense it shattered windows, toppled buildings, and sent nearby helicopters spiraling out of control.

Doomsday was launched downward like a meteor, slamming into the ground with such force that a massive crater formed—an explosion of dirt and debris rising like a mushroom cloud.

Everyone took the moment to catch their breath, certain that Doomsday had to be dead after a hit like that… right?

But to their horror, from within the rising dust cloud, two beams of heat vision tore forward—blasting into Martian Manhunter's chest and sending him flying back, crying out in pain and fear. The searing heat was one thing, but it reminded him too much of fire.

The others were stunned, caught completely off guard by the sudden counterattack.

Then, Doomsday emerged. Only now he was bigger. stronger. The spikes across his body had grown, sharper and more dangerous than before.

"Come at me, monster!" Wonder Woman roared, unsheathing her sword. With her shield in hand, she launched forward at high speed.

Doomsday let out a beastly roar and swung a massive fist toward her, but she was flexible, more skilled. She twisted mid-charge, using his own arm as leverage, planting a foot against it to launch herself over his head.

She landed smoothly behind him and immediately struck, kicking his leg to knock him off balance. Doomsday, however, caught himself with both hands and countered fast—his leg whipped around like a hammer, aiming straight for her.

Wonder Woman raised her shield just in time. The impact rattled her bones and sent her skidding backward, but she held firm. With a quick flip, she landed on her feet, eyes locked on the monster as she dashed back in. Doomsday charged to meet her.

Wonder Woman showcased her skill, striking with precision and grace. Though her attacks couldn't harm Doomsday, she was fast, landing hits, dodging blows, and even managing to knock the monster to the ground a few times. But it was all for nothing in the end. One solid hit sent her flying, crashing into the pavement, struggling to breathe—yet she still rose.

Bruised, bloodied, and barely standing, she kept fighting, holding Doomsday off just long enough for the others to recover and rejoin her. But even together, they couldn't stop him. One by one, they were all taken down, left broken and gasping for air.

Only Superman remained. Having recovered from his injuries, he arrived in a blur of speed and fury. His eyes glowed red before unleashing a searing beam of heat, slamming into Doomsday's side and sending the beast flying—just in time to save Shazam, who was seconds away from death.

"Just watch—Superman's going to beat this guy." That was the sentiment echoed across the world, spoken by millions glued to their screens. Even after being knocked out of the fight earlier, they still believed in him. No matter how hopeless things seemed, they had faith. Because he was Superman. And Superman doesn't lose.

So they watched—watched him unleash his full power for the first time in this battle.

With that strength, he went toe-to-toe with Doomsday. The sheer force of their blows tore the city apart like it was paper. Buildings crumbled, shockwaves rippled, and the battlefield turned into a war zone.

Superman fought with everything he had… but he was still Superman. Even as he matched Doomsday's blows, he turned his attention to the people, diverting from the fight to save innocents caught in the chaos. And that heroism gave Doomsday the opening he needed.

A devastating blow landed. Then another. Superman staggered, and the world held its breath.

Bit by bit, Superman was losing. Every blow he landed was returned with greater force. Every breath he took grew heavier. And just when it looked like Doomsday was about to finish him off—someone no one expected stepped in.

Lex Luthor. Clad in armor similar to the suits worn by the men who attacked the White House, only far more advanced, he descended onto the battlefield. For a brief moment, it looked like he might actually help turn the tide… but it didn't last. Doomsday tore through the armor like paper, and in an instant, Lex was on the verge of death.

Superman stepped in. he barely managed to save him, his own body nearly giving out in the process. Blood ran down his face, staining the iconic "S" on his chest. He could barely stand. His lungs burned with every breath. But when he looked up… he saw her.

Lois. Tears in her eyes. Camera in her hand. She was filming. For the world. For his parents.

Superman forced a smile—one that told the world he wasn't finished yet. That even now, at the edge of death, he would stand. Because he was Superman, there was hope and light in this cruel world.

Turning back to Doomsday, Superman surged forward—meeting the beast head-on once more. Doomsday, though clearly worn down, still moved with terrifying strength. The two collided again, fists slamming into each other, each blow creating massive shockwaves that sent Lois and the cameraman stumbling back.

Lois stared in horror as Superman began to falter, his strength waning under the onslaught. Blow after blow landed on him, brutal and unrelenting. Blood flew with each strike.

"No…" she whispered, tears blurring her vision. Desperate, she grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it with all her strength.

It struck Doomsday in the shoulder. The monster paused, slowly turning his head toward her. His red eyes locked on Lois, narrowing in rage.

But before he could move, he stopped—his gaze drawn upward. From above, the Batwing shot towards them..

Batman flew his Batjet straight into Doomsday, who easily caught it with a grunt. But Batman had expected that—he had already jumped out mid-air, a Kryptonite-tipped spear clenched between his teeth.

Doomsday hurled the Batjet at Batman like a missile, but Batman opened his cape and expertly glided through the air, twisting to avoid the incoming wreckage. As he descended, he yanked the spear from his mouth and, with practiced precision, hurled it at Doomsday.

But the monster reacted faster than expected—twisting his body, Doomsday narrowly avoided the spear, which stabbed into the ground behind him.

"Superman!" Batman roared.

Hearing his name, Superman, bloody, beaten, barely conscious, gritted his teeth and forced himself to his feet. His body screamed in pain, but he ignored it. With one final surge of strength, he grabbed the Kryptonite spear lodged in the ground.

With a mighty leap, Superman launched himself toward Doomsday, the green-tipped weapon clutched tightly in his hands.

Doomsday turned just in time to see him coming. For a single moment, the world seemed to freeze, then the spear drove deep into Doomsday's chest. At the same time, one of Doomsday's jagged bone spikes tore through Superman's torso.

Doomsday staggered, clutching at the glowing spear embedded in his chest. With a guttural snarl, he flung Superman's limp body aside. But the motion cost him—his legs gave out, and the beast collapsed, unmoving.

Batman stood still, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight behind the cowl. He had been too late. If he hadn't wasted time, if he had stopped pretending to be Bruce Wayne for just one day… maybe this could have ended differently.

"No!" Lois cried, rushing to Superman's side. She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands trembling as they hovered over his bloodied chest. His breaths were shallow, faint. The glow in his eyes, the light the world looked up to, was dimming.

Tears welled in her eyes and spilled freely, but she wasn't alone. Across the globe, the world held its breath. Screens lit up city squares, homes, and phones. People watched, stunned, broken. Some wept openly. Others fell silent. Superman, their symbol of hope, was dying.

"I-Is he dead?" Superman asked weakly, his voice barely a whisper. His gaze searched Lois's eyes, desperate for an answer.

Lois choked back a sob and nodded, her tears falling freely. "Yes… He's gone," she whispered.

A faint, relieved smile tugged at the corner of Superman's lips. "Good…" he breathed. With that, his eyes slowly closed, and his body went still in Lois's trembling arms.

(A/N: I did plan to have MC arrive to stop, but after thinking of how some readers would be expecting that, I changed my mind. How did the fights go in these past 2 chapters? Do you think it made sense that Shazam injured his fist punching Superman? Were there any elements that seemed forced? I hope towards the end, I was able to make the readers feel sad or something about Superman's death.

Anyways, I'm bored so I gave you guys this chapter. Thanks for the support.)