Daylight

Heisenberg did not respond to Clark's words. Instead, he slowly emerged from the passageway, step by step.

The robots he passed turned in unison to watch him, their mechanical movements eerily synchronized.

That uniformity sent shivers down the spines of the Metropolis citizens, who could now clearly see Heisenberg approaching.

With each slow, heavy step, Heisenberg finally exited the ship, standing before Clark and revealing himself to the people of Metropolis.

In that instant, countless citizens gasped, their breath caught in their throats. Heisenberg's coat and the invisible aura of power he exuded silently overlapped with the image of a godfather in every American's heart.

They watched as he extended his right hand, and a spear glowing with fiery light materialized in his grasp.

Amid the stunned expressions of the crowd, Heisenberg gently thrust the spear toward the ground.

BOOM!!!

In an instant, flames erupted from the spear's tip, rippling outward like water.

The flames swept past the countless citizens and even engulfed the cameras they held to capture the moment.

Whether in front of their TVs or at the scene, everyone took a step back in unison.

Yet, the flames that brushed against their skin did not harm them!

As confusion spread, Heisenberg spoke.

He spread his arms wide, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"I am glad to awaken from my slumber, so I gift you all a night of daylight."

As his words faded, the flames engulfing half the Earth suddenly surged anew.

Then, though the hemisphere where America lay was still in darkness, the sky erupted into light once more.

Daylight!!!

There was no need for Gungnir to act as a second sun, nor for any celestial body to float above.

As the god who controlled the sun and light, Heisenberg was the sun, if he so willed it.

All across America, people erupted in awe, rising from their sleep to stare at the horizon in disbelief.

Those who had been watching Heisenberg's live broadcast were outright stunned, offering reverent praise.

Countless religious zealots fell to their knees in joy.

Their kneeling was not just out of reverence for a god; many were repenting, for they needed to repent, and they dared not refuse!

As for those who did not kneel before Heisenberg…

Like the citizens gathered around his ship, they had long lost the ability to kneel.

Heisenberg's power was far beyond the mere strength Superman had displayed!

The daylight he wielded, a force of divine rule, drained them of all energy. They could only stare blankly at Heisenberg, his image forever etched into their minds.

Thousands of miles away, in the President's war room, the President of the United States stood frozen, his body trembling.

He extended his right hand, trembling, and placed it over his chest.

"God bless America, but how do we face a true god…?"

Behind Superman, the commander nearest to the ship stared wide-eyed, his gaze darting in every direction.

Though no sun hung in the sky, everything he saw was bathed in daylight!

He watched as soldiers behind him trembled and lowered their weapons. He saw police officers bowing their heads. He saw citizens regain their strength, only to use it to lower themselves further.

Turning back, the commander looked at Heisenberg, his eyes filled with fear and repentance.

Had he truly tried to besiege a god just ten minutes ago?

God in heaven, was Heisenberg the sun? Or was he You?

Heisenberg said, "Let there be light," and light filled our world!

But what does he truly want?

Gripping his phone tightly, the commander's heart pounded with fear.

The situation was no longer his to control. He was no different from any other bystander now.

For even if he ordered an attack on Heisenberg, no one would obey!

Meanwhile, across this ancient land once claimed by God, countless powerful beings lifted their heads.

Diana, who had just escorted Lois home, paused in surprise, gazing at the warm daylight that bathed the world outside.

In Wayne Manor, Bruce, chatting with Alfred, suddenly stood in shock, rushing to his cave and the control panel for his company's three satellites.

In the ocean, a heavily tattooed warrior emerged from the depths, astonishment on his face.

Beneath him, tens of thousands of meters below, a red-haired princess left her palace in shock, rushing toward the surface now glowing with unearthly light.

In the palace, the heir to the throne awoke from his sleep. Gathering his followers, he proclaimed humanity must use sunlight weapons to kill their false gods.

He wanted war.

Beside him, his ever-calm advisor merely looked anxiously at the sky.

In a world where the Seven Seas remained divided, the land now had a new powerhouse!

Had another member of the ancient godly race that once challenged both Amazons and Atlanteans awakened?

He feared, for he desired peace.

On Themyscira, the Queen gazed at the sky in delight. In this omnipresent daylight, she sensed countless divine powers and the invincible spirit within them.

She believed her god had returned!

Unlike the Queen, cold, mechanical life felt no joy in the divine light.

Hiding in a Metropolis apartment, Cyborg's mind was flooded with warning alerts.

Once, his mind controlled his body, but now his steel frame dominated his thoughts.

His new form was afraid, and so was the Mother Box stored in his warehouse.

In Star City, a wealthy young man stood frozen, shedding his green suit and setting aside his bow.

He left his secret room, returning home to watch over his sister, bathed in the sudden daylight.

His sister marveled at the unexpected light, but as her brother, he felt only worry.

Yet, in Gotham, those who walked the line between good and evil felt no such fear.

The Penguin sighed, drawing the curtains. "Monsters always appear and disappear, and Gotham remains Gotham!"

The Riddler gazed excitedly at the sky. "What could make night as bright as day? My riddles have gained another!"

Deathstroke, as ever, drew his sword. Sunlight would not stop him from killing.

And the Joker…

The Joker's smile was radiant and joyful.

"So beautiful…"

He danced in the sunlight, his heart beating to its rhythm. No one dared interrupt his excitement, so he spoke from the heart.

"I love when the world becomes extraordinary, no matter how extraordinary it becomes."

As he sang, he pulled out his trusty handgun, casually blowing out the brains of a nearby follower.

Gazing at the extraordinary bloodstain in the sunlight, he found it beautifully vivid.

His favorite color…

As for Heisenberg, now the world's focal point, he retracted his spear, stepping past Superman to face the expectant crowd.

He spread his arms wide, as if embracing the entire world, and nodded to all who watched him.

"I'm back!"

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

"God! God!!!"

"Unbelievable!!!"

"My sun!"

"God, You've returned!"

"I never thought I'd see this day! I can't believe it, I truly can't!!!"

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

With just one sentence, everyone who saw Heisenberg erupted in frenzy, their excitement beyond reason!

Why?

Listening to the deafening roar of Metropolis, the Earth engulfed in euphoria, Heisenberg smiled knowingly.

Perhaps it was the origin of his body that made him feel at home in the DC Universe.

Or perhaps it was defeating the enemy who had nearly killed him, reigniting his passion for battle.

Standing on this Earth now, Heisenberg felt even more fulfilled than when he returned to his original Earth.

He finally understood: when he abandoned his past life and rebuilt himself, sending his independent self back to his past,

his heart had briefly lost its anchor!

But now, in this multiverse teeming with life and stories, returning to the DC world, he was home!

He gently pressed his palm, and an invisible warmth swept over everyone like a spring breeze.

Drawn by this energy, the screaming crowd gradually fell silent.

Following the warmth enveloping them, they turned to the sun at the center of the crowd.

When Heisenberg deemed the world quiet enough, he lowered his hands, slipping them into his pants pockets.

His coat billowed in the wind, fluttering wildly.

Amid the adoring gazes, he spoke softly.

"I'm glad that after ten thousand years of slumber, I still find humans on Earth—and you.

So, from now on, I declare to you fortunate ones: you have me once more."

His words fell, and countless people's eyes widened. Regardless of their previous thoughts, they couldn't hide the sudden surge of gratitude in their hearts.

Even they didn't know why they felt such excitement.

As their euphoria reached its peak, Heisenberg extended his right hand, pointing to the Kryptonian fortress behind him.

"I awakened there, so it is my new home. I will never leave you again."

"AAAAAHHH!!!"

"God!!!"

"I can't believe it! Metropolis is truly blessed!"

"God!!!"

The citizens' vocabulary had long been exhausted. No matter how excited they were, they could find no other words.

Listening to their emotional cries, Heisenberg smiled, waiting patiently.

The shouts continued for a long time, until people spontaneously closed their mouths, the noise gradually fading.

Heisenberg stood at the crowd's center, his gaze fixed on the starry sky beyond.

The people looked at him, and at the vast, radiant world in his eyes.

But they didn't know that Heisenberg's vision had long surpassed them, encompassing the entire world now.

Suddenly, all his powers seemed to transcend, infinite divine energy flowing from his godly essence.

Fueled by the faith of all things, his vision soared, as if bridging the distant past and future, gazing into infinity.

In that moment, he dimly understood: this was a god's perspective.

The perspective of God, of Satan, of the OAA, of Gaia and Pan.

And of his future—Heisenberg's perspective.

So, he nodded to everyone.

In that instant, those who couldn't see him clearly a second ago suddenly found Him standing right before them.

Facing the light, they strained to see His face.

And He, meeting their yearning gaze, spoke softly.

"I am Heisenberg."