An anti-hero with Rimuru's abilities in dc

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### **The God's Request**

The world dissolved around him in a shimmer of light, leaving him suspended in an endless void. The protagonist blinked, disoriented, but soon realized he wasn't alone. Before him, an immense presence coalesced—a towering figure of shifting, radiant energy, neither human nor alien but undeniably divine. 

The voice spoke, deep and resonant, echoing within his very being. **"You have done well in the world I sent you to. But now, I need you for something greater."**

The protagonist straightened, his body tingling with the residual power of the dimension they stood in. "What's going on? Who are you?" 

The figure's form rippled, light and shadow swirling together in harmony. **"I am the one who gave you your powers—the force that chose you to reshape the chaos in the universe you called home. You know me as a god, but I am far beyond such mortal titles. And now, I call on you once again."**

The protagonist narrowed his eyes. "Why? Haven't I already proven myself in the DC world you sent me to? Gotham is stable, the criminals scattered or reforming. Why drag me out of there now?"

The god's presence seemed to grow, filling the infinite void with its immense weight. **"You misunderstand. That world was only the beginning, a testing ground to prove your resolve. You have accomplished much, but there is a new crisis—one that threatens not just a single universe but the multiverse itself. It stems from a place where hope has fallen and tyranny reigns unchecked: the world of *Injustice.*"**

The word sent a shiver down the protagonist's spine. He had heard of *Injustice*—a world where Superman, the paragon of justice, had fallen into darkness, becoming a tyrant in the name of peace. Heroes had turned on each other. Villains had been co-opted or obliterated. It was a dystopia, a nightmare where the lines between right and wrong had been all but erased.

The protagonist clenched his fists. "What do you need me to do there?"

**"That world is fractured,"** the god said, its voice softening. **"Its very existence is a corruption. Superman's reign has thrown the balance of life and death, freedom and control, into disarray. If left unchecked, the effects will ripple through the multiverse. Other worlds, including the one you stabilized, will feel its decay. You must go to this universe and correct it."**

He frowned, crossing his arms. "And how exactly am I supposed to fix a mess that big? Superman has turned into a dictator. The people are too afraid to resist. Even the heroes left standing are broken shells of their former selves."

**"You are not being sent there to destroy Superman or his Regime,"** the god replied, its tone firm. **"You are there to restore balance. To cleanse the filth, inspire the lost, and reignite the flames of hope that once burned brightly in that world. This is why I chose you—your intellect, your creativity, and the power I have granted you make you uniquely suited for this task. You will rebuild this world, step by step."**

The protagonist's brow furrowed. "And after? What happens when I'm done?"

The god's glowing form seemed to lean closer, though it had no discernible face. **"When the balance is restored, you will return to the DC universe you came from. The life you have begun to rebuild there will await you. But first, this task must be completed. You must earn your return."**

The promise lingered in the air, heavy and resolute. The protagonist let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "So you're sending me there now? Just like that?"

The god's energy pulsed with faint amusement. **"Do you doubt yourself? I have seen what you are capable of. You will succeed. But remember, this task is not one of brute force alone. Use the power of Rimuru wisely—build, create, inspire. It is through your ability to connect and reshape that this world will find its salvation."**

He nodded slowly, a mix of resolve and trepidation building in his chest. "Alright. I'll do it. But I'm not promising it'll be easy. That world… it's a disaster."

**"Nothing worth doing is ever easy,"** the god said, its voice resonating with finality. **"But you are ready. Now go—and may your will shape the future of this broken world."**

Before he could respond, the void erupted into blinding light. He felt a pull, like being dragged through space and time, his body unraveling and reforming. When the light faded, he stood in a dark, rain-soaked alley, the faint glow of Gotham's ruined skyline stretching before him. But this was not the Gotham he knew.

This was the Gotham of *Injustice.*