The Day of Execution.
Deep within the Arbitrators Building, in a fortified, special detention layer, there were no frenzied crowds, no shouting mobs—only cold alloy walls, the low hum of equipment, and live-streaming cameras labeled Class E (Execution).
The camera's cold lens focused on the first scene: a platform forged from high-strength vibranium.
Kal-El, Clark Kent—once a god among men, now the Injustice Superman—was bound to it, shirtless.
The cold metal straps bit into his bulging muscles. His shoulders, once capable of holding continents, now trembled in vain beneath their restraint. Embedded near his heart, deep in his left pectoral muscle, was a tiny kryptonite crystal, shimmering with an eerie green light.
This fragment, a concentrated hell, had dragged him down from his pedestal. The mighty Superman, stripped of freedom and strength, was now trapped.
Thick tubing fed into his jugular and brachial artery, delivering nanoscale kryptonite powder with precise mechanical rhythm.
Tony's expression was uncharacteristically serious as he manipulated the holographic control panel. There would be no theatrics today—only execution with surgical precision.
Chen Tian lingered in the shadows, silent and unblinking, like an immovable judge.
"Kal-El," Tony's voice echoed through the cell, broadcast across countless screens worldwide, "for crimes against humanity, genocide, unlawful imprisonment, and establishing global tyranny, the death penalty is hereby enacted."
A final press of the button.
Buzz.
The syringe pump began its deadly work. The suspension surged toward his heart and brain, each nanogram of kryptonite gnawing at the very essence of Superman.
Kal-El's piercing blue eyes flared with pain, anger, and despair. Muscles bulged spasmodically under the restraints; veins swelled like angry earthworms. His mouth opened to scream—but only a raw, inhuman roar emerged, echoing through the chamber like the last lament of a fallen Titan.
Green veins snaked beneath his skin, consuming the last vestiges of life. His body convulsed violently as his life force drained, his roar fading to a hoarse, dying whisper.
"You will regret this… you definitely will…"
And then, silence.
Across the globe, viewers held their breath—some wept, some cheered. An era had ended.
In another chamber, Wonder Woman knelt, bound by her own Ropes of Truth. A glowing purple magic circle leached her divine power, turning it from gold to crimson. Her lips trembled, yet her conviction did not waver.
End chaos with power. Rule all with might. Even sacrifices serve a glorious tomorrow.
Her final words to the cameras echoed: "Even if the innocent fall, they are the stepping stones of a brighter future. They should be grateful."
Her body was consumed, her power transferred to Madame Butterfly by Bayonetta, while her mortal shell was destroyed by Gomora.
Cyborg's execution was no less brutal. Pinned in a dismantling chamber, Victor Stone's electronic eyes flashed crimson. His speakers emitted chaotic, staccato screams:
"Error! Threat level… Ω… core protocol… failure…"
Then, a fleeting Omega symbol blinked across his sensors—too fast to register—before a blinding explosion reduced him to nothing. Ω: the ultimate destructive force of Darkseid.
Chen Tian's gaze swept over the three silent platforms. Of all three executions, he felt the most sorrow for Diana. Her love for Superman had warped her righteous doctrines into extremism.
Tony removed his holographic goggles, rubbing his temples. "Done… an era has ended."
But just then, alarms blared. Red light engulfed the control center.
Friday's voice accelerated unnaturally. "Boss! A large-scale anomalous spatial distortion detected! Outer Kuiper Belt! Energy signature matches Apokolips technology! Star Destroyer-class assault ships—at least three! Numerous demonic transport ships—estimated ten thousand!"
Tony's weariness vanished. He turned to Chen Tian, voice almost casual: "Goku and Saitama went?"
Chen Tian nodded, eyes still on the execution screens.
"Done?" Tony pressed, glancing between the distortion data and Chen Tian.
Chen Tian finally smirked. "Efficiency first. Galaxy-busting power isn't necessary. It's our territory; precision strikes will do."
Far from Earth, in geosynchronous orbit, the massive Watcher platform floated silently. Inside, two figures sat cross-legged in front of a curved screen.
Sun Wukong's golden hair bounced as he manipulated a controller, face alight with pure battle joy. Beside him, Saitama, bald and expressionless, fumbled with buttons yet displayed surprising accuracy.
KO!
"Damn! Lost again!" Wukong groaned, eager for another round.
Saitama shrugged. "Alright, one more."
Then Jarvis interrupted:
"Mr. Goku, Mr. Saitama, a large-scale Apokolips invasion fleet detected. Estimated ten thousand vessels. Target: Earth. Entry in fifteen minutes."
The two heroes' virtual game vanished instantly, replaced by the horrifying reality of lava-and-steel behemoths and swarming Parademon transports.
Wukong grinned, tossing his controller aside. "Here it comes!"
Saitama, standing lazily, cracked his neck and shoulders. "Let's finish this quickly… maybe check the supermarket after."
Wukong laughed. "Alright, let's warm up first!"
With a blur of golden light, he teleported toward the fleet.
On the command deck of the flagship, Steppenwolf growled. "An ant from Earth? Fire all main cannons! Vaporize him!"
Blinding beams converged on Wukong—but he smiled, firing a massive Kamehameha wave. Energy collided in the vacuum, creating a blinding sphere of light. Crimson beams and planet-destroying cannons alike were annihilated instantly.
The Star Destroyers twisted, hulls ripped apart, and Parademon swarms disintegrated in particle dust.
Yet another figure appeared—a bald man, fists clenched, utterly calm in the vacuum.
Buzzing through the communicator came his voice, flat yet terrifying:
"Oops… did I use too much force?"
Saitama's innocent, oblivious demeanor contrasted hilariously with the devastation trailing behind him.
Wukong roared with laughter. "Saitama! Incredible! But slow!"
Steppenwolf's rage boiled into fear. "Another… bug?! Lock onto him! Kill him!!!"