Antimatter Universe.

Planet Qward.

Qward, the core world of the antimatter universe.

From the moment Mobius obtained the Anti-Life Equation, the entire antimatter universe became the source of his power. No other lifeforms exist here anymore.

Under the black night sky, alien structures of harsh metallic design stood tall on Qward. Towering buildings like steel jungles shimmered with a cold, lifeless gleam.

In this darkness, the icy metallic hues reflected against each other, casting a dead, silent pall over the surface of Qward. No movement. No signs of life. Absolute stillness.

The entire planet had been annihilated by the Anti-Monitor's Anti-Life Equation and assimilated as part of his arsenal. The armed forces that once protected this place—the Armor Corps and the Thunder Army—had been utterly destroyed by him. Once Bardi became the One God, the Anti-Monitor erased every threat and absorbed their energy into himself.

He needed to become strong enough to escape the reach of the One God. So, every living being on Qward had been drained of life by him.

The lifeless planet and cold metal buildings mirrored one another, amplifying the sheer, terrifying stillness.

A dull, cold light streaked through Qward's night sky.

The Anti-Monitor was clad in an all-encompassing suit of advanced metallic armor. The reflective surfaces outlined his immense frame. His helmet, sharp at the jaw, bore alien-like jagged edges. His eyes glowed, resembling the eyes of humans in terror, yet anyone looking into them wouldn't feel fear—they would feel dominated. Those eyes projected a force of dread that consumed and controlled all life.

No one could look into his eyes directly. Under the Anti-Life Equation, they would all be enslaved.

This was not his original body. He had once been gaunt and withered. But the Anti-Life Equation transformed him, turning him into the Anti-Monitor, turning him into a walking manifestation of horror.

He sat upon the Mobius Chair, drifting silently across Qward's starless sky.

The Mobius Chair was created by Mobius himself to obtain infinite knowledge. A supercomputer capable of calculating and locating the Anti-Life Equation.

It was more than just technology. It was an artifact—an item capable of turning someone into a god.

In the comics, Batman once sat on the Mobius Chair and became the God of Knowledge. He could calculate crimes before they happened and act preemptively, plunging Gotham into a state of fear and instability.

The Mobius Chair held all knowledge of the universe and was continuously expanding that knowledge. Its capabilities extended far beyond intellect. It had been weaponized.

It was a gateway through time and space, a vehicle, a personal force field, a means of instant traversal across the cosmos. It could move planets, sustain eternal life, and endow limitless knowledge. To sit on the Mobius Chair was to ascend to divinity.

Yet even seated on this artifact of gods, with the Anti-Life Equation devouring universes, the Anti-Monitor felt no sense of security.

The cold wind of Qward cut across his armor like blades. His glowing eyes flashed with icy dread. The jagged teeth beneath his helmet reflected that fear. But it was not the wind that chilled him.

It was the call from Bardi.

And the fear of imminent doom that it triggered.

"How can this be?!"

The Anti-Monitor's lantern-like eyes blazed as he soared across Qward on the Mobius Chair.

The Chair instantly began calculating every possible scenario.

"Probability: Zero…"

"Escape: Impossible…"

"Resistance: Futile…"

"There is only one god in the multiverse. His existence signifies annihilation…"

"Shut up! SHUT UP!"

The Anti-Monitor's eyes flared in fury. He let out a furious roar.

Despite using the Mobius Chair to calculate his odds, it returned no path to survival. Not even a chance to escape. Because Bardi had made that call. And through that call, he had locked onto Mobius's position. His gaze alone had marked him, like an ant under a magnifying glass.

The Chair hovered still in the night.

The Anti-Monitor's massive form—his metallic body warped by the Anti-Life Equation—gleamed under the starlight. His expression grew grim as he gazed downward.

There, embedded within the planet, was a massive black cannon. The entire surface of Qward had been transformed into a weapon.

This was the Antimatter Cannon.

The ultimate weapon, forged by the Anti-Monitor to destroy the multiverse. It was designed to consume universes, strengthen him, and serve as the key to escaping the One God's reach.

But it was incomplete. Not yet fully charged.

It required astronomical energy—power enough to obliterate entire timelines—to fire.

This weapon, the Antimatter Cannon, was still under construction.

"Damn it. Why… why now?"

"Why did the One God appear in the multiverse… and why now of all times?!"

"WHY?!"

His distorted face twisted further in rage. Jagged alien teeth bared, glowing eyes blazing with hate. The black void around him twisted in response to his fury, rippling like a disturbed sea.

His heart howled with rage, despair, and powerlessness.

He had created the Mobius Chair, harnessed all knowledge of the antimatter universe, absorbed the wisdom of thousands of other universes.

He had discovered the Anti-Life Equation!

He had annihilated all life in the antimatter universe, and all life on Qward!

All of it… all to build the Antimatter Cannon. A cannon capable of destroying the multiverse. All of it so he could escape Bardi.

Everything he had done…

Now meaningless.

To the Anti-Monitor, this all happened too soon. He wasn't ready. And now, all he could do was scream in futility.

He couldn't delay. Bardi had noticed him. He couldn't complete the cannon in time.

It made him want to scream.

"Why… why would the multiverse produce a One God?!"

He looked in agony upon Qward's surface, where the giant black muzzle of the Antimatter Cannon sat. His pain and fury reached their peak. His future, shattered by Bardi's mere presence, had become nonexistent.

The next moment.

His eyes widened like twin searchlights. He bared his jagged teeth, trembling in terror.

A crack appeared in space-time, directly in front of him.

And from the vast darkness, a force spanning across the universe descended upon him. The pressure pressed down on his body, causing his steel armor to creak and compress with sharp, metallic groans.

(To be continued.)