I took a deep breath, tightening my grip over the Leviathan's Axe as I stood shoulder to shoulder with several high-ranking demons, watching Etrigan kick the doors to the throne room open.
It's been a day since we first arrived at Belial's castle. Though Etrigan's forces suffered considerable casualties, they still managed to overwhelm the defenders thanks to the support of my machines as I deployed them later into the battle.
"Belial!" Etrigan bellowed as he raised his hand, materializing a giant flaming sword in his palm. "I've come for your soul!" He exclaimed, looking his father straight in the eye, seemingly unaware of the other three archdukes and the hundreds of demons standing in his way.
"Indeed you have, my son..." Belial said, savagely grinning as he slowly rose to his feet. "But you'll find my soul is not so easy to claim," He added as he copied Etrigan's gesture and summoned a flaming claymore sword.
Without saying another word, the archduke bellowed and charged toward Etrigan with a savage roar, sending everyone in his path flying regardless of whose side they were on.
"Now that's something you don't see every day..." I muttered, genuinely amused as I watched the two demons meet each other halfway through and lock blades in a clash that sent ripples of magic energy flying everywhere.
As if on cue, the remaining demons and fiends from the two sides didn't delay as they bellowed their war cries. Simultaneously, the hellspawn charged as Etrign and Belial's blades met, promptly slaughtering one another with what I could only describe as glee.
On the other hand, I kept my cool as I joined the fray, fighting with zero enthusiasm and only targeting small fries to conserve my stamina and energy.
Though I was allied with Etrigan, I had zero trust in him and no intention to fight his battles for him. After all, only a fool would trust a demon, and I was paranoid by nature.
I'd fight if I had to, but until such a need arose, I was happy where I was, sitting on the fence and waiting for an opportunity to return home and get the Hell out of there.
My hellishly lame attempt at a joke aside, I spotted Marzel in the corner of my vision, still disguised as a lesser fiend as she slaughtered Belial's soldiers while sticking close to the archdukes beating the shit out of each other, seemingly ready to lunge at a moment's notice.
'Looks like I'm not the only one trying to fish in troubled waters...' I mused with a chuckle as I caught the sword of a demon swinging his weapon at my neck and crushed it.
"You're not that guy, pal," I said as I watched the demon's eyes widen in horror and shock. "You're not that guy..." I parroted, shaking my head as I punched the lesser fiend in the face, causing his head to explode literally.
I was ready to kill the next demon unfortunate enough to get in my way when I noticed someone lunging at me from behind, prompting me to jump away to dodge.
I quickly turned around to face the attack and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her appearance. She was a redheaded woman with a face and a figure that seemed like a higher power had sculpted to represent the epitome of temptation.
"I see that my daughter has caught your eye, mortal..." The woman said, swaying her hips as she took two steps toward me, briefly glancing at the disguised Marzel. "Do you perhaps fancy her...?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Nope. I tend to watch those I find troublesome very closely, that's all..." I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "But now I see where she gets her good looks... her father wasn't much to look at..." I added, trying to waste time with idle chat in hopes that someone else would come and take the redhead off my hands.
"How very intriguing... you're in a room full of Archdukes and the highest-ranking demons that hell has to offer..." The woman said, brandishing a flaming whip she summoned into her palm from thin air.
"And yet you find my daughter to be the most troublesome..." She added, her smile disappearing as she swung the whip at me, prompting me to step back to dodge. "You wish to waste time, do you not?" She continued as she lunged at me, using her sharp claws to swipe at my face.
"Oblige my curiosity, and I will oblige you charade... tell me of you, mortal..." She concluded.
"Well, I'm a fun guy. Obviously, I love the game of basketball..." I replied in a monotone voice, barely holding back the urge to do the notorious Kawhi Leonard laugh as I spoke.
"You think I don't sense the mockery in your tone, child...?" The woman asked with a frown as she resumed attacking, much more viscously this time. "Mock me again, and you shall suffer my wrath..." She added as she watched me dodge with ease.
"Look, lady, if you want to waste time and avoid the battle, that's fine. I can play along with that..." I said with a shrug as I retrieved Ebony and shot a half-assed energy round at the woman. "But if you think I'm gonna sit here and tell my life story to some demon, then you got something else coming," I added with a scowl.
"And yet your refusal tells me more than you could imagine..." The woman said with a sly smile as she charged me. "Now tell me, mortal..." She added, locking gazes with me as her eyes shined bright red.
"What is it that you truly desire...?" She asked, her voice distorting as she spoke.
"You think you're a Jedi or something...?" I mockingly replied, rolling my eyes at the redheaded woman's question. "My mind is more of a fortress than this sad excuse of a castle, and I don't take kindly to people trying to play mind tricks on me..." I added, my tone growing colder with every word.
"You can't blame a girl for trying... but I'll figure you out yet, mortal..." The woman said, pausing briefly in astonishment at her failure to read my mind, but she was quick to gather her bearings.
"Girl...? More like hellish monstrosity..."
...
Marzel barely held in her laughter as she glanced at Grayson and saw how busy he seemed to be, dealing with her mother, Lilith. Her plan was working to full effect, and she couldn't be more satisfied with the outcome.
Her goals were simple; get as many big shots into the same room and have them tear each other to shreds so that she may use her father's amulet to gather bits and pieces of their ascendant souls and devour them to make herself stronger.
After Grayson slaughtered her father, Marzel couldn't underestimate him any longer. And so she set her mother on the young man to keep him busy while she worked on her plan.
Though Marzel's plans wouldn't impair the young mortal, and he didn't seem to hold a grudge or care about her existence, she couldn't risk him spoiling her plans out of pettiness, paranoia, or worse, a whim.
The demoness had no idea how powerful Grayson was, but she knew he might be able to recognize her even through the disguise as he seemed to possess many strange abilities.
She contemplated her options, and ultimately, Lilith was the only tool at her disposal to keep the young mortal off her back, easily moved by curiosity as her mother was.
'Time to reap the first of my prizes...' Her eyes glinting in a greedy light, Marzel gripped the amulet on her neck as she stealthily approached the now-lifeless body of archduke Nebiros to steal whatever was left of his soul after Abbadon ravaged it.
...
"Your allies fail you, father..." Etrigan bellowed as he locked blades with Belial. "They fall to comrades' might one after the other..." He added as he pushed the archduke and shoulder-tackled him into the stone throne, smashing it to pieces.
"And now you shall follow suit..." The Rhyming demon said as he stood over his father and raised his sword, ready to bury it into Belial's chest, only to pause as the latter grinned.
Still, Etrigan only halted his actions for a fraction of a second before he brought the blade down, its sharp tip speeding toward Belial's chest at an incredible speed.
Belial maintained his composure as he watched the blade sinking toward his heart. His grin widened as a towering figure suddenly appeared behind him, causing Etrigan's sword to freeze when it was less than an inch away from his chest.
The rhyming gritted his teeth in frustration as he raised his head to investigate the newcomer, and his eyes couldn't help but widen at the sight of a seven-foot-tall man with long blonde hair.
Not only was the man tall but supernaturally muscular as well. And the tight grey and black full-body suit with a flowing black cape that seemed to resemble a pair of black wings only emphasized his impressive physique.
He was Neron, the great beast and one of the three Satans ruling over Hell and Purgatory in Lucifuer's absence.
"Etrigan... you impudent fool..." Neron coldly said as he stared the rhyming demon in the eye. "You've sown more than enough chaos in Hell... no more..." He added as he raised his hand, seemingly prepared to strike down Etrigan.
However, someone crept behind Etrigan and drove a strange black blade into the rhyming demon's back before Neron could act, causing the Satan to raise an eyebrow in genuine amusement.
On the other hand, Etrigan could only grit his teeth as he slowly turned around and saw that the one holding the hilt of the blade poking out of his chest was Grayson. "Damned mortal, what do you think you're doing...?" He asked his tone a mixture of rage and anguish.
"Sorry, pall. I'm just trying to go home..." Grayson said as he drew his blade from Etrigan's torso and kicked him away. "Neron, right? You like making deals, don't you...?" He asked as he turned to the Satan, and the latter merely nodded, seemingly intrigued.
"What's it gonna take to send me back to Earth?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
"Hmm... how unusual...." Neron intoned as he smiled. "When I heard the mortal with the demon-slaying relic was in Hell, I didn't think you'd offer me a deal..." He said, trailing at the end of his sentence.
"I don't care for self-monologues, buddy. Can you do it or not?" Grayson impatiently said, cutting Satan's line of thought. "I don't have all eternity," He added with a scowl.
"Why not...?" Neron said with a grin. "But surely you realize there is one valid currency in Hell, and you can only pay my price once," He added, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, as long as you agree to wait for me to die before collecting, I don't mind signing off my soul..." Grayson said in a self-assured tone that brought nothing but amusement to Neron, evidenced by his sly grin.
Over the eternity of his existence, Neron had dealt with many mortals who presumptuously presumed they could outwit him, thinking they could live forever and thus cling to their souls. They were fools, each and every one of them.
"You drive a hard bargain, mortal, but so be it..." Neron said, his eyes glinting. "I have nothing but time on my hands..." He added as he raised his hand, summoning a flame that slowly morphed into a playing card with an illustration of Satan himself.
"This is your way out... you only need to burn it to return home..." Neron said, drawing his arm back as Grayson tried to take the card. "But be warned, mortal, once you take it, our accord will be cast, and there will be no going back..." He added, his tone grave.
"Under the terms of the bargain, you and I will do no harm to one another until the end of times or the conclusion of the accord..." Neron went on as he slowly extended the card toward Grayson. "Damnation worse than Hell awaits the oath breaker..." He concluded.
It has always been this way. Driven by greed, foolish mortals would flock to Neron as bugs fly toward the ever-bright flames of Hell, lulled into a false sense of security by the words of the demon prince.
"Like I said, pal... I'm not interested in listening to your monologues," The young man said as he unceremoniously snatched the card from Neron's hands. "Now, if you'll excuse me... I need to save whatever's left of my home..." He concluded as he walked past the demon.
"Farewell, mortal..." Neron said without bothering to see Grayson off. "We will meet sooner--" He went, suddenly pausing as his head flew off his shoulder and hit the ground, much to everyone's shock.
"What did I say about fucking monologues...?" Grayson said, brandishing his bloodied axe with one hand, a tattered piece of brown paper levitating over his other hand as it slowly burned.
"What?!" Neron exclaimed, his eyes widening in horror as he watched Grayson hack his body into pieces from the ground. "How can you...? No! It is impossible!" He shouted, unable to do anything as the axe in the young man disappeared, replaced by an antique rifle.
"Hmm... so it really worked..." Etrigan interjected as he slowly rose to his feet, the wound on his chest disappearing as if it was never there. "Who would have thought that a mere mortal would outwit the great Neron..." He added as he approached the Satan's head and lightly stomped it.
"There isn't much that a green power ring can't achieve..." Grayson said with a grin as he raised his hand to showcase the green circle around his index finger. "They're called the strongest weapons in the universe for a reason..." He added with a shrug.
"Now back off, Etrigan. We had a deal..." Grayson said as he raised his rifle and aimed at the rhyming demon's head once he noticed the latter's hungry expression. "This one is mine..." He stated in a tone that brokered no argument.
"You may have him..." Etrigan said as he removed his foot and stepped away from Neron's head. "I don't know what you plan to do with him, but a deal is a deal..." He added with a shrug.
"I have no use for this guy's soul. Feel free to eat it or whatever once I'm through with him..." Grayson said as he picked up Neron's head, giving the latter's angry protests and confused rambles a deaf ear.
"I just need his memories and energy..." Grayson said, his eyes glinting as he gripped Neron's head with both hands, his eyes shining in a golden light as Neron screamed in agony.
...
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Marzel's eyes couldn't help but widen as she watched the light leaking out of Grayson's body suddenly turn red, radiating a familiar scorching heat that was familiar to every demon.
Even as she stood at the other side of the room, she could feel the ungodly amount of power coursing through the man's body as he plundered Neron's memories and magic.
"Shit... what the hell have I done?" Marzel muttered, unable to withstand the magical pressure Grayson exuded, inadvertently destroying her disguise. "I need to get out of here..." she said to no one in particular and immediately teleported away before anyone noticed her.
...
"That will do..." I said with a grunt, letting go of Neron's head as it slowly dissipated into flame embers in my hand. "I'm ready to return home..." I muttered, feeling a rush of power as I looked at the accumulated notifications, popping up one after the other.
I raised my head, and the gathered demons instantly flinched, much to my confusion. "Sorry about that..." I said with a chuckle as I realized what was happening and quickly suppressed my energy.
"You should be able to take out the remaining two Satans on your own..." I said as I turned to Etrigan and retrieved Neron's get-out-of-hell-free card, and he merely nodded in response, seemingly too stunned to speak.
The nod was all the answer I needed as I instantly channeled my energy into the card to activate it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta save whatever's left of my home..." I added as the card dissipated, and my vision suddenly turned blank.
...
"Was it truly wise to let him leave, my son...?" Ran Va Daath said as she slithered toward Etrigan. "That mortal devoured Neron as a demon would..." She added, her tone concerned.
"I must admit... I did not foresee such a turn of events..." Etrigan said as he gathered his bearings. "But we wouldn't have been able to stop him now that he'd devoured a Satan..." He added, thoughtfully shaking his head.
"It's better that we parted ways amicably..." The rhyming demon said as he slowly walked toward his father, who was surrounded and held down by the surviving Archdukes. "For now, we can only hope he doesn't return for more before we're ready..." He added as he kneeled next to Belial and began devouring his soul.
"Regardless..." Etrigan said as he finished devouring his father's soul and stood up, exuding a frightening amount of energy. "We have won the day, and it is time to feast!" He exclaimed as he raised his fist, causing the demons to roar excitedly.
"Prepare the souls of the damned!"
...
"What the fuck...?" I said, unable to hide my confusion as I looked down at Gotham and found the city to be in the same state I left it in when I took Godfrey to the Nightshade dimension.
Even more surprisingly, the Apokoliptan warships I destroyed were still on fire precisely where I had left them. "The hell is going on...?" I muttered, straining my brain to try to make sense of the situation.
Ultimately, I didn't need to think too long as Nabu's helmet of Fate suddenly appeared before me, and I found myself in that same dark space, staring at the Lord of Order's oversized head.
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked, instantly scowling as soon as I saw Nabu's face. "I don't have time for your bullshit... I need to figure out what's going on here..." I added without bothering to hide my annoyance.
"Time dilation..." Nabu blankly said, though I could see he struggled to keep his irritation under control. "If you had stopped to listen to me for a minute before leaving with that demoness, you'd know that already..." He added, giving me a displeased look.
"I know about your strange ability to gain strength, and so I accelerated the passing of time in the Nightshade Dimension..." The Lord of Order explained. "I had hoped to give you enough time to grow so that you may stand as the God of Tryannye's equal..." He concluded.
"So you're telling me I just fought my way out of fucking hell for nothing!?" I asked, barely resisting the urge to create a giant fist construct and bash Nabu's oversized head with it right then and there. "Why didn't you just say that?!" I added through gritted teeth.
"Well, I still wanted you as my avatar... I was merely tipping the scales in my favor by hiding a part of the truth..." Nabu replied, his casual tone almost causing me to lose my mind as he calmly explained the situation like it was nothing.
"You piss me off so much... but you're out of my kill list for now..." I said, letting out a tired sigh as I rubbed my forehead in frustration. "You're a real fucking piece of work.
"So Kent Nelson used to tell me..." Nabu said, flashing a barely noticeable smile as he mentioned his former host. "In any case... you are much stronger now, but you still need my power..." He added as he regained his solemn tone and expression.
"You're still on about that?" I asked, my eyes twitching in annoyance. "I already told you the answer is no. I'm not interested in being your avatar or anything of that nature..." I added, firmly shaking my head.
"That is unfortunate, but you don't have to be my avatar..." The Lord of Order said, causing me to tilt my head and give him a skeptical look. "You only need to use my power to defeat Darkseid, and that will be the end of it..." He added and quickly went on once he noticed my unconvinced expression.
"In exchange, I will allow you to use my power to do one thing, whatever it might be, as long as it does not upset the balance of order in the universe..." The Lord of Order concluded.
...
"Home sweet home..." I muttered, plopping on my couch and smiling as I watched Little Soot jump straight into my lap. "It's good to see you're as carefree as ever, little guy..." I said, scratching the feline's chin as he rubbed his face against my hand.
Leaning into the couch, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling relaxed as the tension finally left my body. "That's that.. time to get back to work..." I said as I opened my eyes and brought up the system's interface a moment later.
[Due to absorbing a large amount of foreign energy, the total score of your body, mind, and spirit has increased]
[+64 stat points to your body attribute]
[Body: 464]
[+58 stat points to your mind attribute]
[Mind: 458]
[+234 stat points to your spirit attribute]
[Spirit: 634]
[Due to reaching a milestone in your spirit attribute, your perks: Energy Conductor, Energy Detector, Energy Conversion, Energy Adaptability, and Ergo-Pisonics, have merged to create a new one]
[You have unclocked the perk: Supernatural Spirit]
[Supernatural Spirit: your soul has transcended its mortal coil, allowing you to achieve feats that very few in your world could achieve and to control all energies as easily as breathing]
[+20 levels to the Brawling skill]
[Brawling (85)]
[+16 levels to the Medieval Weapons Mastery skill]
[Medieval Weapons Mastery (58)]
[Due to reaching a milestone in your Medieval Weapons Mastery skill, you have uncloaked the perk; One With The Weapon]
[One With The Weapon: your weapon of choice is an extension of your body, and you are able to wield it as naturally as you would move your arm, making it impossible for anyone to disarm you under any circumstances]
[+14 levels to the Language Skill]
[Language (32)]
[+32 levels to the Dark Arts skill]
[Dark Arts (89)]
[+29 levels to the Aclemy skill]
[Alchemy (49)]
[+20 level to the Astrologer class]
[Astrologer (level MAX)]
[1+level to the Occultist archetype]
[The Occultist (level 6)]
[You have unlocked the power: Astrological Awareness]
[Astrological Awareness: You are aware of the slightest shifts in the stars around you, allowing you to calculate the faintest changes and consequences caused by your actions]
[+36 accumulated class levels]
[+168 stat points]
[Stat points: 168]
[You have reached the maximum level for your current class]
[Would you like to choose a new one?]
'Damn... I already feel the difference...' I mused as I channeled my energy into my hand, materializing a fish, a horse, an eagle, and a cat, each made from a different element.
"Might as well use up the stat points first..." I muttered as I split my stat points between my body and mind attributes, raising them over five hundred.
"Holy shiiit..." I couldn't help but curse, my eyes widening as I instantly felt a rush of power coursing through my veins.
[Due to reaching a milestone in your three attributes, your perks, Supernatural Body, Supernatural Mind, and Supernatural spirit, have merged together, creating a new one]
[You have unlocked the perk: Transendence]
[Transendence: you are glaringly, obviously, and supernaturally better than other beings in your universe, as every aspect of your being and existence dwarfs those around you]
'Way to try and give me a god complex...' I bitterly mused, gritting my teeth as I suppressed the rush of power and energy. It took a moment, and I instantly breathed a sigh of relief as I took control of the sudden increase in energy.
Once everything was under control, I turned my attention to the system and didn't hesitate to choose the White Mage as my new class since it didn't matter anyway.
[You have gained the class: White Mage]
[You have gained the skill: White Arts]
[White Arts: The user can utilize the White Arts, a benevolent system of techniques based around a purer side of magic that magicians typically use for helping other people by healing the mind, body, or spirit]
[+30 levels to the White Mage class]
[White Mage (level MAX)]
[Acumelated class levels: 6]
[2+level to the Occultist archetype]
[The Occultist (level 8)]
[You have unclocked the power: Curse Removal]
[Curse Removal (locked): the ability to lift or remove any curse at will regardless of its complexities and the power of its caster (currently unusable due to the low level of the White Arts skill)]
[You have unclocked the power: Angelic Manifestation]
[Angelic Manifestation (locked): the ability to call on the might of heaven and channel the strength of its most powerful angels through your body in your time of need once every year (currently unusable due to the low level of the White Arts skill]
[You have reached the maximum level for your current class]
[Would you like to choose the next one?]
I merely sighed as I read through the new and unusable perks and skills before choosing the last available class, Artificer.
[You have gained the class: Artificer]
[You have gained the skill: Magical Craftsmanship]
[Magical Craftsmanship: the skill to create any and all magical tools, weapons, and appliances, ranging from your run-of-the-mill flaming sword all the way to a dragon-themed alarm clock that will burn you to cinders if you don't leave the bed]
[+6 levels to the Artificer class]
[Artificer (level 7)]
...
Name: Grayson Whitlock
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Archetype: [The Mad Scientist (level MAX)] [The Occultist (level 8)]
Class: [Thief (level MAX)] [Fighter (level MAX)] [Acrobat (Level MAX)] [Programmer (Level MAX) [Gunman (level MAX)] [Mechanic (level MAX)] [Duelist (level MAX)] [Artist (level MAX)] [Scholar (level MAX)] [Linguist (level MAX)] [Chemist (level MAX)] [Surgeon (level MAX)] [Biologist (level MAX)] [Dark Mage (level MAX)] [Alchemist (level MAX)] [Astrologer (level MAX)] [White Mage (level MAX)] [Artificer (level 7)]
...
Stats:
Body: 538
Mind: 538
Spirit: 634
Stat Points: 0
.....
Skills:
[Brawling (level 85)]
[Crime (level 64)]
[Acrobatics (level 55)]
[Computers (level 68)]
[Gun Mastery (level 39)]
[Mechanics (65)]
[Medieval Weapons Mastery (58)]
[Art (5)]
[Knowledge (24)]
[Language (32)]
[Chemistry (24)]
[Medicine (24)]
[Biology (2)]
[Dark Arts (89)]
[Alchemy (50)]
[Astrology (level 20)]
[White Arts (1)]
[Magical Craftsmanship (1)]
....
Perks:
[Dormant Metahuman]
[Silent Step]
[Augmented Reality Vision]
[Metallurgic Intuition]
[Ricochet Intuition]
[World Wide Access]
[Menacing Presence]
[Emp Surge]
[Cat Falling]
[Crypticus Maleficium]
[Oath Breaker]
[Transendence]
[One With The Weapon]
...
Archetype powers:
[Network Crash]
[Code Manipulation]
[Personal Computer]
[Machinery Scan]
[Machine Control]
[Machine Morphing]
[Chemical Analysis]
[Metabolism Manipulation]
[Living Catalyst (locked)]
[X-ray Vision]
[Instant Surgery]
[Stitchting]
[Detect Weakness]
[Create Familiar]
[Instanr Ritual]
[Word Of Power]
[Instant Potion]
[Avatar Creation]
[Astrological Awareness]
[Curse Removal (locked)]
[Angelic Manifestation (locked)]
"Looking good..." I muttered with a smile as I went through the entirety of my stats, skills, perks, and powers. "Now to figure out a way to deal with Darkseid..." I added, activating my Astrological Awareness and astrology skill to dig into the possible future and find one where I could kick his ass.
...
"God damn it..." I said, sighing as I deactivated my power and rubbed my forehead in exhaustion, having found no possible future where I could beat Darkseid on my own, despite depleting half my energy reserves in the endeavor.
I had no idea how or why, but I couldn't think of or divine any way to beat the God of Tyranny, even in scenarios where I had the help of Superman and other heroes.
Typically and ideally, Superman would be able to beat Darkseid, but something was different this time around. I couldn't put my finger on it. And that simple fact frustrated me more than I thought possible.
As much as I'd like to, I couldn't let Darkseid keep thrashing Superman since the God of tyranny would turn his attention once he was done with the man of steel, and I couldn't let that happen for obvious reasons.
"I guess there's no other choice..." I muttered with a sigh as I reluctantly retrieved the Helmet of Fate and placed it on the table. "Nabu...! Let's bargain...!" I exclaimed and instantly found myself in that dark space as soon as I finished speaking.
...
The surface of Mars
"The man of steel... how disapointing..." Darkseid muttered as he pressed his heel against Superman's head. "There is no steel in you, Kryptonian..." He added as he raised his foot and kicked Superman in the head, which sent him flying.
"You've done nothing but waste my time..." The God of tryanny said as he flew into the air, rapidly growing in size until he dwarfed the barren planet, already in ruins due to the battle.
"But I will grace you with my attention no longer..." Darkseid said as he dismissively looked down at Mars and Superman by extension. "Farewell, Kryptonian..." He concluded as he drew his gigantic fist and sent it flying toward the planet's exposed core, intent on crushing it alongside the man of steel.
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