N-A-A Chapter 1087 There is no end, it will never end.
Chapter 1087 There is no end, it will never end.
Chapter 1087 There is no end, it will never end.
Many people have probably had this feeling.
You've already planned to do something at a certain time, maybe after your parents have gone to sleep, sneak into their room, steal their phone that's charging on the socket, and play a game that's not allowed by your parents.
Or perhaps you'll open the girl's closet when no one knows and leave a love letter inside that would be ridiculed if anyone found out who wrote it.
You mentally reviewed what you were going to do over and over again until you knew it by heart.
You anticipated all the possible events, considered all the variables that might cause unforeseen changes, and then you patiently awaited that moment—and that moment arrived just as you had hoped.
So easy.
boom!
The Pharaoh has become completely cat-like. To be honest, this change has had an impact on his personal consciousness, but the Pharaoh can no longer care about that. Hidden dangers, the future, and risks have all been thrown to the back of his mind the moment he decided to take action.
The Pharaoh thought of Rorschach again. Frankly, despite their many ideological disagreements, and despite his ability to shamelessly exploit the young man wearing Rorschach's mask who believed himself to be his successor, there was one thing they were alike—
That is, they would never place their own life above the entire Watchers universe.
Utilitarianism is a philosophical concept that generally holds that if it benefits a larger group, a smaller group should be sacrificed without hesitation. If killing one person can save 100 people, then it should be done immediately.
This is why the Pharaoh killed millions. Rorschach, while alive, believed the Pharaoh was insane, and that was absolutely true.
He not only had no regrets, but also considered the killing necessary and the right way to save the world.
The nervous system is key. He created a monster whose brain was cloned from a human psychic, whose brain the Pharaoh obtained after his death.
His neuroscientists cloned a larger and more powerful version of this brain and then transplanted it into a creature created by the Pharaoh. This brain was a neural resonator that could amplify a pulse signal and broadcast it, enabling a series of deadly attacks. He encoded a great deal of information into this signal—horrible information.
Aside from those killed in the shockwave, many people are driven mad by the bizarre, sudden, flood-like sensation.
And the sensitive world will be plagued by nightmares for many years to come.
No one doubts that the Earth has encountered an extremely terrifying force. All past grievances must be set aside, and only by uniting can we defeat it. No one knows the truth. All those involved in this matter are dead, and the assassins who killed them have also eliminated each other—a pyramid of death, where the Pharaoh's servants died from sun exposure, and after getting drunk in his open botanical garden, they placed the final silent keystone on it.
This is the utilitarianism of the Pharaohs: killing millions to save a world from nuclear destruction.
Pharaoh was such a person, a utilitarian fanatic. He strictly adhered to this idea. If Dr. Manhattan was the quantum god, a god in the physical sense, then Pharaoh proclaimed himself a god in the psychological sense. He believed that he was a god who could determine the direction of the entire world, a neutral, third-party central regulator, impartial and selfless, who could decide who lives and who dies.
So now is the time to put your thoughts and ideas into practice. Our Watcher, our God, Pharaoh.
"Okay, I'll say it again:"
The Pharaoh thought to himself silently.
"I created a monster, cloned his brain through the neural pathways of a human, transported it to New York, and destroyed half of the city."
The Pharaoh chuckled softly.
He was the one who plotted against Dr. Manhattan.
He once used faster-than-light particles and Boubastis to shield Dr. Manhattan's senses.
He once dissected Dr. Manhattan—but couldn't harm him in the slightest.
He can still remember what Dr. Manhattan said to him back then.
"I'm very disappointed, Witt, extremely disappointed."
The voice echoed in his mind, which was somewhat confused due to his cat-like transformation.
"Reorganizing myself is the first trick I learned after losing my solid form. Do you think it will kill me? I have traveled through the sun. I can see things that are so small and so fast that it is hard to even say that they ever existed."
But you are a human being. To me, the smartest person in the world isn't much better than the smartest termite. What are you holding? Witt? Another ultimate weapon?
Yes, another ultimate weapon.
The ultimate weapon that once defeated Dr. Manhattan.
In the anger of Dr. Manhattan—let's assume for now that Dr. Manhattan's anger wasn't a pretense of maintaining his humanity, but rather that he wasn't as indifferent as he is now, and that a tiny remnant of his humanity still remained.
In his rage, Dr. Manhattan discovers that the Pharaoh is the true culprit behind the deaths of millions. He then breaks through all of the Pharaoh's defenses, appearing before him like a god. With his enormous hand, he tears open the walls, forcing the Pharaoh to grovel at his feet. At this moment, the Pharaoh shows Dr. Manhattan the world's reaction.
The scene was so terrifying that no one could describe it.
Millions have gone mad. A BBC report from New York has shocked the world; people are going crazy. A pregnant mother is convinced her unborn child is eating him, eating him whole—
The world believes it has been invaded, research institutes are studying other dimensions, millions of dead—unbelievable—all of this is inexplicable.
An alien invasion, from another dimension—no comment, I can't believe it! I can't believe it! —madness, death, children, children! —unable to continue. World leaders respond to this catastrophe, from London—Russia responds—
After examining the satellite images, the Kremlin issued a cautious statement. Gorbachev declared that, given the alarming developments in New York that threaten us all, he recommended a suspension of hostile relations until everyone has assessed this new threat.
The war is over.
"I did it!"
The Pharaoh roared in anger.
Just like his declaration after killing millions, he roared to the entire DC multiverse, with Johnny Thunderbolt cowering in fear nearby.
At this moment, the Pharaoh stood suspended in mid-air in the boundless universe. He had completely transformed into a giant cat, a huge pink cat. He was oblivious to the world, joyfully raising his hands to celebrate his victory.
Beneath his feet lay the azure planet, the planet that belonged to the Manhattan Bat.
"I've saved Earth from hell! Now, I'm going to help it reach Utopia!"
Yes, the Pharaoh's homeland is a chaotic world of ever-increasing entropy, where heroes, villains, and all their efforts and evil are meaningless. All stories seem to ultimately return to nothingness.
But he still loved this world and was still willing to die for it.
This will be a stronger world, a stronger and more loving world, worth defending to the death.
A giant cat wags its tail in outer space, and scenes from the past, present, and future replay in its vertical pupils.
Pharaoh successfully persuaded Dr. Manhattan.
"All nations are now united; are we to abandon them? If you expose me, the millions of lives lost will have been in vain. If you kill me, you'll risk a subsequent investigation. Morally, you're at a disadvantage. Compromise."
By exposing this conspiracy, Dr. Manhattan would destroy the chance for peace and plunge the Earth into an even worse situation. If Dr. Manhattan intends to protect all life on Earth, he must remain silent.
No human being could make such a decision.
Everyone present was coerced by the Pharaoh into agreeing to keep the secret—the Night Owl of the Watchers universe, Laurie—
But there was one exception.
Rorschach, who never compromises.
Evil must be punished, and the people must know the truth.
Go back to the spaceship, go back to America.
I am Pharaoh, and I know that Doctor Manhattan will help me kill Rorschach.
And Rorschach himself probably knows that too.
Yes, yes, we must protect and maintain this new utopia. What difference does it make if there's one more corpse at the foundation-laying ceremony?
"Joan—I know people think I'm cruel and heartless, but I force myself to feel for every deceased person. By day, I imagine countless faces; by night, I dream of swimming towards a terrifying place—"
No, don't worry about it, it's not important. I know what's truly crucial. I know I must bear the guilt of killing the innocent to save humanity, but someone always has to shoulder this terrible burden—the necessary crime. I hope you understand, and don't be like Rorschach—”
"You don't need to worry about Rorschach. I strongly doubt he can reach the civilized world, but yes, I understand. There is no forgiveness or condemnation. Human affairs are not my concern. I'm leaving the galaxy for a more complex place."
In the infinitely slowed-down time, Pharaoh quietly recalled his last conversation with Dr. Manhattan.
"But you have regained your interest in human life—"
"Yes, I've recovered. I think maybe I'll go and create something. Goodbye, Adrian."
"Wait a minute, Joan, before you leave—"
The Pharaoh gazed down at the azure Earth. His gaze seemed to pierce the atmosphere, traverse mountains and rivers, and land on Bruce Wayne, the ordinary scientist in Gotham City. He watched as Wayne continued his experiments, pushing himself step by step toward becoming the Manhattan Bat. And powerful energy erupted from this, in this timeline where the future of the universe was not yet fully solidified.
"I did the right thing, didn't I? This finally resolved everything?"
Pharaoh asked Dr. Manhattan, who was about to leave the Watchmen universe for the DC multiverse.
Come on, come on!
Endless blue energy surged from the face of the giant cat-like Pharaoh like a storm, blood gushed from his pink fur, and the capillaries all over his body burst open like snapped ropes under the impact of the powerful energy.
The green lamp in the furnace was instantly dyed blue by the quantum energy gushing from the Pharaoh's body. The timeline of this single dark multiverse trembled, groaned loudly, history called out, fractured, reshaped, and danced wildly like a falcon in a storm.
Perpetua howled, and blue quantum divine power protected this single universe. Blue quantum bat phantoms lit up behind the Pharaoh, and his body became a quantum bat that did not yet exist. At the gate of power in the current timeline of the DC multiverse, just as the Black Death Emperor, who could not enter the DC multiverse in the past, needed to choose a proxy as the outlet for him to pour power into the DC multiverse, the Pharaoh has now become that outlet.
Pharaoh knew he would die if he continued. The reason this single universe hadn't been torn apart by Perpetua, and the reason he hadn't been crushed into mincemeat by Perpetua, was all because the Manhattan Bat in the future timeline of this single dark multiverse had used quantum divine power to construct a hard protective shell outside this single universe, like an incredibly thick eggshell.
The problem is that the Manhattan Bat does not exist in the current timeline of the DC multiverse; in fact, its existence is a history that has not yet taken shape or solidified.
If a future that does not yet exist is to protect the universe that already exists, then the Pharaoh would become the node that transmits this energy.
Anyone with a basic understanding of electricity knows that if too much energy flows through a wire that is too small, it will melt the wire core along with the entire outer sheath.
Even so, the Pharaoh had already come to his senses.
He wants to drag Dr. Manhattan into this universe, whether the other party agrees or not.
Therefore, the Pharaoh swallowed a mouthful of blood that spurted from his mouth and nose. He stretched out his hand or claw, and the enormous blue energy poured even more into the Green Lamp Furnace because of his movement, causing the Pharaoh to scream even louder, but he did not stop.
He reached out and then suddenly grabbed the handle of the lamp burner.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Amidst these screams—
Conditions for summoning Dr. Manhattan.
It has been achieved.
past.
Pharaoh stood in front of the table, and standing next to him was Dr. Manhattan, who had just returned from killing Rorschach.
"I did the right thing, didn't I? This finally resolved everything?"
He asked this question in a low voice, looking hopefully at Dr. Manhattan.
People like him.
How can anyone judge a cold-blooded executioner like him who asks such a question?
And what about you? And what about you? Dr. Manhattan, a quantum god, how would you answer him?
"The end? There is no end, Adrian, it will never end."
On that night, on the eve of Dr. Manhattan's departure from the Watchmen, facing the Ozymandias's questioning—
That's what Dr. Manhattan said.
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