DC: I'm The Ultimate Lifeform

Chapter 44: Chapter 44



"Are you still taking a shower?" she murmured, her voice drowsy as she patted the empty space on the bed beside her. Half-asleep, the redhead's eyes remained closed, her tone was soft and sleepy.

But that calm didn't last long.

The moment she realized she couldn't sense, her man, her eyes shot open with such force it looked like they might fly right out of her head.

"Babe?" She sat up, looking around the room before her eyes landed on a paper. Her heart skipped a beat as the worst possibilities filled her head, but she quickly moved over to the paper and looked at it.

'I'm sorry, but I'm running away. As I watch you sleeping, all I can see is this perfect woman, and when I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is someone who isn't worthy of you. You said we are perfect for each other, but are we truly perfect if you have to change me to make me that way? What do I bring to the table? You're so amazing, and what am I? You love me so much you're willing to overlook just how unworthy I am for you.'

Her eyes widened as she read those words, her hands trembling as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. She clutched the paper tightly, her sobs breaking the silence of the room. She couldn't continue reading immediately, the weight of his words pinning her in place.

"You fool," she whispered, her voice thick with both rage and anguish. "This is why I have to erase your memory."

Her fingers tightened around the letter, crumpling its edges slightly, but she forced herself to keep reading. She needed to know. She had to find out how he had slipped away-how she couldn't sense him despite the bond they shared.

'I hope you find someone else, someone better. I don't think I can ever find anyone. Since this is the last time we'll ever meet, I want to tell you the truth. I didn't willingly offer my butt to anyone. I was forced.'

She couldn't read any further. The words blurred on the page as her head grew light, and her hand shot up to cover her mouth. A wave of nausea swept over her, threatening to overwhelm her completely. She stumbled back slightly, the letter slipping from her trembling fingers.

Her pupils shook madly, her mind racing with the realization. 'How could I?' she thought, the weight of her actions pressing down like a suffocating blanket. She had been ready to punish him—her man, the one she claimed to love more than anything-for something that had been forced on him.

He must have been suffering, silently enduring the trauma, trying to overcome it on his own. And yet, all he had cared about, even in his pain, was her.

"N-no... why didn't you tell me? Why?!" she cried, her voice cracking with anguish. The paper slipped from her trembling hands, drifting to the floor as she grabbed at her hair, pulling strands loose without even realizing it.

Her body trembled with a volatile mix of rage, pain, and desperation. "I have to know... who? Who dared touch my hubby? How dare you keep this from me! We are equals, we do everything together. How dare you not tell me... how dare you run away!"

Her voice broke, tears streaming freely down her face. "It's my fault... I wasn't understanding enough."

Her gaze darkened, growing more intense with every passing second, as if the emotions within her were reaching a boiling point. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady herself, but her resolve only hardened.

Her head snapped back down to the paper. With trembling hands, she snatched it up, her eyes blazing as she forced herself to continue reading, desperate for answers.

'Don't worry about it, I dealt with it. It was my first time ever being put in such a position, so I was shaken, but I'm okay. As for the two girls I slept with, they were so much like you. I know that's not an excuse, but I missed you, and I was scared in this new world...'

She couldn't read any further. The words blurred as her vision swam, and she took a shaky step backward, clutching her stomach as though someone had just punched her there with all their might.

Her breath hitched as realization hit her like a freight train. she never thought of it like that. Yes, she had worried about him, but she had been so focused on her pain, her fear of losing him, that she had completely ignored his.

He had been scared-terrified, even. Pulled out of the life he knew and was thrown into a world filled with gods, superpowered beings, and unimaginable dangers. He hadn't been prepared for any of it. He had been vulnerable, land ost, and she had failed him.

She should have been there to hold him, to shield him from the chaos, to reassure him that he wasn't alone. But instead, she had blamed him for seeking comfort, for trying to find something familiar in the unfamiliar.

Tears flowed freely down her face as she realized just how deeply she had failed him-and how much he had suffered because of it.

Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees, her body trembling under the weight of her emotions. Despite the overwhelming pain in her chest, she forced herself to keep reading. She had to.

'Again, that's an excuse, but my mind wasn't in the right space. I couldn't do anything without picturing you. At one point...

Anyway, thank you for loving me. Thank you for even taking away my chest. I just wanted to go back to that normal life, with just us. And I'm sorry I didn't move out of the way of that truck. I tried to move my legs, but they felt so heavy. All I could do was watch as that truck came slamming into me. I'm such a loser. How could I let myself die when I knew someone as perfect as you was at home waiting for me? I failed you. I don't deserve you, and I probably never will.

I have to go before you wake up. I'm sure you wouldn't let me go, though I still have no idea what's so special about me.'

She finished the letter with shaking hands, her tears splattering against the paper as she slowly folded it. Her movements were deliberate, almost mechanical as if her mind couldn't fully process what she had just read.

Her heart ached more than it ever had before. The love he held for her, the guilt he carried, the weight of his self-doubt-it was all laid bare in those words. And she had only added to that

burden.

"...I failed you once, but not twice," she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within her. With a wave of her hand, clothing appeared, draping over her once-bare body. She carefully tucked the letter between her chest, close to her heart, as if it were the most precious thing in existence.

In the next moment, she vanished, reappearing in an unknown dimension. Without hesitation, she began scanning the entire DC multiverse. Her gaze was fierce, her determination unyielding.

"You don't know what's so special about you?" she murmured softly as her search intensified. "You're special because I love you. That's all there is to it. You don't need to see it-you don't need to think about it. I'll erase your memory for your own safety, to protect you from this

pain."

Her voice wavered slightly, but her resolve never faltered. "I'll carry it all. I'll bear the burden. You don't have to."

Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as her scanning expanded at a shocking speed, reaching every universe, every multiverse, every set of multiverses, and beyond. She moved effortlessly into higher dimensions, not overlooking a single atom in her pursuit. Her sheer focus was overwhelming, a testament to her unwavering love and determination to find him, no matter where he tried to hide.

"I will keep you locked away for your safety," she whispered, her voice trembling with both love and madness. "No more trucks, no more people trying to hurt you. I'll keep you in a basement, safe from anything that could harm you."

Her eyes grew more intense with every word, her thoughts spiraling as her search continued. "You'll need sunlight and walks, of course, so I'll take you out. And to avoid any possible dangers... I'll wrap a string around you. Yes, this is all for your safety."

The longer it took her to find him, the more her panic grew. Her scanning became frantic, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Did Rob get him again? The thought alone made her chest tighten with rage, her glowing eyes flaring brighter.

Her fury was boundless, but then her search stopped abruptly. Her gaze locked onto something—or rather, someone.

Before she was a being who could only be described as perfection incarnate. His beauty transcended mortal understanding, his presence radiant and overwhelming. His majestic white wings spread out behind him. He floated near a small, glowing hole in the fabric of the DC Verse, his palm resting lightly against an invisible barrier that seemed to refuse his

passage.

He waved his hand, testing the boundaries of the barrier once more. Objects, particles, and even fragments of light passed through effortlessly, leaving and returning to the DC Verse. Yet, no matter how he tried, he remained bound within its confines.

With his immense power, Lucifer could reshape creation itself, bending it to his will. Yet, for reasons, this barrier refused him passage. Anything in creation could step beyond it—except

for him.

Annoyance flickered across his face as his golden eyes scanned his surroundings, finally

landing on the redhead below. Their gazes met, and for a moment, the air grew heavier.

Lucifer's frown deepened as he studied her. Her expression, the fiery glow in her eyes, the unsettling energy radiating from her... It didn't take long for him to realize that this woman was, to put it lightly, not entirely right in the head.

"Lucifer Morningstar," she said, her voice sharp and filled with determination. "If anyone knows where my hubby is, it's you."

Her hair began to lift as if charged with raw energy, standing upwards in fiery waves as she

prepared herself for battle.

"And why would I know the dealings beyond this cage?" Lucifer asked calmly, his tone carrying a detached curiosity. His golden gaze remained steady, piercing but unbothered as if her fiery presence was nothing more than a fleeting distraction.

Her determination faltered for a brief moment as his words sank in. He had a point. Lucifer was as close to all-knowing as one could be without truly being omniscient, but his knowledge was bound to the DC Verse. Even within its bounds, his awareness wasn't absolute.

He didn't know the names of every random human, their lives, or their struggles-why would

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Still, her sharp gaze shifted to the glowing rip in the fabric of the DC Verse, a flicker of realization sparking in her mind. "How long has that hole remained open?" she asked, her voice cutting through the air with a focused intensity.

The rip she had caused to enter this verse should have healed long ago. The fact that it remained open could only mean one thing: someone or something-was actively keeping it from closing entirely.

"It never closed," Lucifer said casually, knocking on the invisible barrier with the back of his knuckles. The sound reverberated faintly, like a ripple in the fabric of reality. "I arrived only a few minutes ago, and as you can see, someone doesn't want me leaving their grand plans." His tone was calm, almost bored, as though the situation amused him more than it concerned

him.

Her eyes narrowed at his words, suspicion sharpening her focus. Her irises glowed with a scarlet intensity as she activated her sight, delving into the hidden layers of reality. That's when she saw it-traces of him.

The faint remnants of her husband's presence clung to the edges of the rip, as though he'd

passed through recently. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her glowing gaze growing more furious by the second. Someone had dared to meddle, to help him escape from her.

But they were deceiving him-she was sure of it. He didn't know any better. He was vulnerable, in pain, and lost in his confusion. He needed her to help him heal, to bring him back to where he belonged.

With a flash of blinding light, she burst past Lucifer, her speed and determination unmatched. In an instant, she vanished right out of the verse, following the faint traces of her husband's

presence.

But when she arrived, her breath hitched. The trail didn't lead to a single path-it splintered into hundreds of branches, each one twisting and weaving in different directions. Her glowing eyes shook as she stared at the overwhelming sight, uncertainty gripping her. Which one do I follow? she thought, panic beginning to rise. But she had no time to hesitate.

She clenched her fists, choosing one path at random, and sped after it with everything she

had.

Meanwhile, back at the barrier, Lucifer remained motionless, watching the rip she'd disappeared through with a faint smile of amusement.

His golden eyes flicked toward a distant universe, focusing on a lone figure within it. There, Broly was hard at work, pushing his body to its limits in a rigorous training session, "You're my ticket out of here," Lucifer said with a faint smirk, his eyes gleaming with subtle

amusement.

Lucifer wasn't the type to work directly with someone as crazy as that redhead-no, she was far too unpredictable. But he could work with her by working through Broly. That was a far more appealing prospect.

It wasn't that Lucifer feared the redhead; fear wasn't something he entertained. It was simply that brute strength wasn't always the best solution to a problem. Lucifer was a creature of intellect and strategy, someone who thrived on cunning and foresight. And in this moment, brains mattered far more than brawn.