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Chapter 1036 Pharaoh = Cat, Laughing Maniacally While Secretly Playing Mischief

Chapter 1036 Pharaoh = Cat, Laughing Maniacally While Secretly Playing Mischief

"you----"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The second-generation Rorschach took two steps back and saw that the Pharaoh in front of him was torn to pieces, as if he had been shattered.

He now resembles a reflection created by a shattered mirror, his entire being fragmented into hundreds or thousands of different individuals, growing from his calves like forked tree branches.

"you----"

The second-generation Rorschach blinked, and his vision blurred for a moment. The Pharaoh, also covered in dust and looking somewhat disheveled, appeared before him. The image of the other party splitting like a shattered mirror seemed to be nothing more than his illusion.

But Rorschach knew that wasn't the case.

He told the Pharaoh what he had just seen.

The Pharaoh paused for a moment, then said, "I don't feel anything right now. But what if some kind of cosmic accident made me, like Joan (Dr. Manhattan), a superhuman—"

"Didn't he also become a corpse when he first gained power, and then rebuild his body?"

"You're right, but our primary goal right now is to continue with my plan—wait a minute."

The Pharaoh was stunned.

"Wait a minute, where's Bubastis?"

"What?" Luo Xia was still suffering from the aftereffects of a concussion and his mind was not quite clear.

"That damned cat! The cat I cloned from Joan's remains, the one that could help me summon his vital weapon! Bubastis!"

The Pharaoh had lost all interest in speaking to the second Rorschach. He stood up, looked around, and shouted, "Where are you?"

He called out the cat's name, but as he did so, streaks of blue light emanated from his eyes and nose.

This commotion is exactly the same as that cat's ability.

Rorschach the Second realized: "Oh, damn it, you—"

The Pharaoh lowered his head and saw the blue light emanating from his body.

"I have superpowers."

He spoke slowly and deliberately in a dreamlike voice.

He reached out his hand to the wreckage of the spaceship next to him, and an invisible force enveloped the wreckage, making it float up.

The Pharaoh shook his hand slightly, and in an instant, the debris flew into the air, then rolled into a huge iron ball, before crashing to the ground with a thud.

"I—I no longer need Dr. Manhattan. I can stop a nuclear war between several major powers on my own," the Pharaoh said. "I can—"

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But the next moment, his "omnipotent experience card" expired. The Pharaoh, who had been flying through the air, fell to the ground. Then, a large amount of pink cat fur began to grow on his body, turning him into a humanoid giant cat almost instantly.

"Woo--Meow!?"

Rorschach II watched helplessly as the Pharaoh struggled. Then, a few minutes later, the chilling howl disappeared, and everything fell silent. The Pharaoh rose from the ground again, and the terrifying cat fur and the glowing blue light vanished without a trace.

"This must be the effect of some residual energy leaving its mark on my body; I've gained some magical knowledge in my mind—"

Pharaoh scrambled to his feet, clutching his head. The second-generation Rorschach didn't quite understand what he was talking about.

"What did you say? Magic? Are you serious?"

"That's probably for sure, my friend, but the problem is that the creature that gave me the magic doesn't allow me to use it, so only Dr. Manhattan can help us."

Pharaoh took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and then decided to continue with his plan.

Today he stood up, pulled out two complete handcuffs from somewhere, and then handcuffed the mime and the marionette couple to the wreckage of the spaceship.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Before the marionette could recover from the bizarre sight of the Pharaoh turning a cat into a living creature, it found itself chained.

Rorschach II offered his opinion: "You two deserve to be handcuffed."

"Go eat shit, you idiot!" the marionette protested loudly, but her cries did not change the minds of Pharaoh and Rorschach. Her husband, the pantomime, seemed completely unresponsive, simply watching everything unfold before him with his eyes lowered.

"Release our Witte, and we promised to help you two bastards, right?" she said, turning to the Pharaoh.

"Yes, you agreed, and I am more grateful than words can express. But I need to objectively ensure that you and Mime will remain here while Rorschach and I search for Dr. Manhattan. Given your positions, I hope you can understand my caution, meow."

He let out a strange cat-like whimper, then coughed violently.

Then he stopped coughing and said, "Let's go, Rorschach."

The Miracle Machine plays an important role in the hypertime flow of the DC multiverse.

That was the result of suppressing the final crisis.

During the final crisis, Superman used the Miracle Machine to restore the main universe, which had been ravaged by the fight against Darkseid.

"Ever since Hecate partnered with the Void Hand, we've set a trap: no matter where Hecate appears in the Hypertime Stream, she can never be in the era when the Miracle Machine appeared."

The Bat Who Laughs chimed in from the side, "No matter where he goes, he will always be caught up in other crises, propelled by the continuity of time and space, and then return to the starting point."

Chen Tao glanced at the other person.

"And our next task," he said, "is to take control of Hecate, who is still trying to search for the miracle machine."

As Chen Tao spoke, he tried his best to control his gaze towards the Laughing Bat.

Based on his understanding of the Batman Who Laughs's nature, he believed that he and Papetua should now have begun to diverge in their goals.

The doomsday bells triggered by Dr. Manhattan have deprived the two who originally intended to eliminate Dr. Manhattan of the opportunity to cooperate closely and achieve their goals, since Dr. Manhattan has already made his intentions clear.

Whether it's defeating or destroying Dr. Manhattan, neither the Laughing nor Perpetua wants to share the power of the other party with anyone else.

This wasn't like the Batman Who Laughs and Papetua popping champagne at halftime; rather, for both of them, if they lost, there would be no tomorrow, so they could only win, and they would only consider the consequences of winning.

As for losing?

If that were to happen, then they wouldn't have anything to worry about.

Therefore, each of them will stop at nothing to win.