Chapter 37: Chapter 37
Chapter 37: Chapter 37
Hal's fist slammed into my back with all the force his Yellow Lantern ring could muster, only to shatter upon impact. The sound was sharp, like glass breaking, and it left me utterly
speechless.
I glanced over my shoulder at him, blinking in surprise. My tail, mid-swing and ready to deliver another punishing strike to the Man of Steel, paused in midair. It was only polite to give this newcomer my full attention, after all. I wasn't so rude as to ignore someone who had gone out of their way to make an impression, however poor it might have been.
I didn't even get the chance to speak before Hal's attacks rained down on me. Constructs of fear, a barrage of hammers, spikes, and energy blasts, all surged forward, each one imbued with the full power of his Yellow Lantern ring.
But every single creation shattered on impact, disintegrating as if they were made of fragile glass. They had zero effect. Not even a scratch.
I simply stood there, watching the relentless onslaught, my expression growing increasingly unimpressed. Hal, to his credit, didn't stop right away, at least not until he realized I wasn't moving. Or flinching. Or even reacting.
Finally, his attacks slowed, then stopped altogether. He hovered there, his breathing heavy as he stared at me, his frustration evident. I returned his gaze, my face the picture of speechless disbelief.
"Why are you attacking me?" I asked, genuinely speechless. First Superman, and now this guy? What had I done to deserve this? My gaze flicked between the two of them, my mind racing with possibilities.
Could there be an evil version of me running around somewhere, doing unspeakable things and tarnishing my name? That would explain a lot. Actually... that sounded kind of exciting. Two ever-adapting beings clashing endlessly in a battle of strength and evolution? Yeah, that'd be a sight to see.
Oh, wait. Speaking of endless power... the Hulk. I suddenly remembered him. I should've caught him when I had the chance. It would've been fascinating to study his abilities.
"You're asking why?" Hal yelled, his voice cracking with frustration as he pointed at the battered figure on the ground. "Look at what you did to Superman!"
I followed his gesture, my eyes landing on the Man of Steel. Superman was sprawled out, his swollen face barely recognizable as he weakly clawed at the ground, angling himself to absorb as much sunlight as possible. He looked like a wilted plant desperately reaching for light.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
I tilted my head, genuinely confused. "That guy? He started it," I said, my tone casual as I gestured toward Superman. "I just... finished it."
Hal's face turned red with fury, his ring glowing brighter. "You call that finishing it? You turned his face into... into..." Hal struggled to find the words, glancing back at Superman before sputtering, "That!"
"Wow," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "Where were you when he attacked me for no reason? Last I checked, it's not exactly good friendship etiquette to sit back and watch your buddy try to laser beam someone's eyeballs for literally no reason."
"...Still, you went overboard," Hal said, his voice faltering, clearly struggling to find stronger words.
I raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at my lips. "No, you all went overboard," I replied, my tone calm but cutting. My gaze flicked to the yellow ring on his finger. "Let me guess, you've got that shiny yellow ring now, so I'm assuming you've turned evil. But judging by that righteous look on your face, I'd bet you're convincing yourself that your evil acts are actually acts of justice."
I crossed my arms, my smile growing wider. "Am I close?"
Hal's expression hardened, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes told me I'd struck a nerve.
"I'm not evil," he growled through gritted teeth. "I just had to make the hard choice."
His words were laced with conviction, but they only made my grin grow wider. Hal's instincts kicked in, and a wave of unease washed over him. He had a bad feeling about where this was going.
Before he could react, I moved, faster than anyone could comprehend. One moment, I stood before him in my usual form; the next, I transformed, taking on a form far beyond mortal understanding: a 5th-dimensional imp.
Reality itself bent and twisted around me as I hovered above the battlefield, glowing with unfathomable power. With a flick of my finger, the fabric of existence rewrote itself, entire laws of reality bending to my will as though they were nothing more than scribbles on a page. In a blinding flash, they found themselves seated in rows of chairs as if plucked from the battlefield and placed in a court. On the stage before them stood Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and the remaining members of the Justice League, flanked by a collection of villains. They all wore expressions of confusion, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. The Green Lanterns, who had been mid-battle just moments ago, were no exception. Their voices rose in a cacophony of overlapping questions and exclamations, but the chaotic noise made it impossible to make out any single voice. The confusion in the air was palpable, and it quickly morphed into unease.
Then the realization struck: they couldn't move. Each person, hero and villain alike, found themselves completely immobilized. They couldn't even summon their powers, rings, magic, or strength, all of it was gone, as if stripped away by some unseen force. "Silence!" I commanded, my voice echoing with an undeniable power that demanded obedience. I raised a judge's gavel and struck it firmly against the stand before me, the sharp crack reverberating through the air. "I demand order in the court!"
The chaotic murmurs and overlapping voices vanished instantly as if snuffed out by an unseen force. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, wide with shock and confusion. Their voices had not simply fallen silent, they had disappeared entirely, erased from existence as I had
demanded.
The weight of my presence hung heavy in the air, and I let the silence linger for a moment longer, savoring their stunned compliance.
"I, Judge Broly, shall preside over the trial of the hero turned evil," I declared, my voice booming across the courtroom as I sat back with an air of absolute authority. "Each of you will be given time to choose a lawyer to represent you, or you may defend yourselves if you prefer. I am generous like that."
I paused, my expression turning serious, or at least as serious as I could muster. "But let me make one thing clear. Those found guilty will be left to me to do with as I see fit." My gaze swept across the courtroom, and I added, almost as an afterthought, "Not in a sexual way. Let's be real, your universe is... weird. You all look like some ugly drawn cartoons."