An anti-hero with Rimuru's abilities in dc

The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt—a disorienting blend of being stretched, torn, and rebuilt all at once. When the light faded, he found himself standing in a narrow alley. The air was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt, decay, and something else—something metallic, almost acrid. 

He tilted his head back, letting the rain wash over his face, and took in his surroundings. This Gotham was not the city he had come to know and stabilize. The oppressive architecture was still there, but it seemed… diminished. Neon signs flickered weakly in the gloom, their light casting eerie shadows across cracked walls. The streets, once teeming with life even in the depths of the night, were eerily empty.

Then, he saw them—holographic billboards glowing above the skyline, each emblazoned with a red and black symbol. Superman's insignia. Beneath it, bold text declared: *Obey. Protect the peace.* 

He sighed, brushing rain from his coat. "So, this is Injustice," he murmured. The weight of the god's words pressed on his mind: *Restore balance. Reignite hope. Use your power wisely.*

A faint hum caught his attention, and he instinctively stepped back into the shadows. From above, a small drone descended, its red lens scanning the street below. He watched silently as it hovered for a moment, then moved on, its searchlight sweeping across the pavement. His sharp senses detected more of them—an intricate network of surveillance saturating the city. 

"Superman's control is absolute," he muttered. "No wonder the people here are terrified."

He leaned against the damp wall, his mind racing. He still felt the immense reservoir of magicules flowing through him, the overwhelming power of Rimuru Tempest at his command. But power alone wouldn't fix this world. This wasn't about defeating a single enemy; it was about dismantling an entire system of oppression, rebuilding what had been destroyed, and restoring hope. 

"First things first," he said to himself. "I need information."

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He stepped out of the alley and moved carefully down the street, keeping to the shadows. The rain muffled his footsteps, and his presence was nearly undetectable, thanks to the concealment spell he'd woven around himself. Even so, his sharp eyes constantly scanned his surroundings, cataloging every detail. 

As he walked, he extended his senses, connecting with the ambient electronic signals around him. Within moments, his mind was flooded with data: camera feeds, patrol schedules, encrypted communications from Regime operatives. He sifted through the information rapidly, his mind working at a speed no human could match.

"Surveillance drones covering a three-block radius," he noted. "Regime enforcers patrolling the east quadrant. Civilian activity near the old industrial district—minimal but present." 

His gaze shifted to a faint glow down the street. A group of individuals huddled around a makeshift fire in an old oil barrel. Their clothes were ragged, their faces gaunt. They were survivors, eking out an existence in the cracks of Superman's regime. 

He approached cautiously, softening his footsteps. The closer he got, the more he could feel their despair—a crushing weight that seemed to hang over them like the rain. 

One of the men glanced up, his body tensing. "Who's there?" 

The protagonist stopped a few feet away, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said evenly. "I just want to talk." 

The group exchanged wary glances, their mistrust palpable. A woman stood, her posture defensive but not overtly hostile. "Talk? What's there to talk about? Unless you're with the Regime, you've got no business here." 

He smiled faintly. "That's exactly why I'm here. I'm not with the Regime." 

Her eyes narrowed. "Then who are you?" 

"A traveler," he said simply. "Someone who wants to help." 

The man who had first spoken scoffed. "Help? You think anyone can help us? Superman's got this city locked down tight. You step out of line, you disappear. That's just how it is." 

The protagonist nodded, his expression serious. "I know what Superman has done to this world. But that doesn't mean it has to stay this way." 

The woman studied him for a long moment, suspicion still etched into her features. Finally, she gestured for him to follow. "Alright, traveler. Let's see what you're made of." 

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They led him to a hidden entrance beneath a crumbling overpass. The passage opened into an abandoned subway station, its once-bustling platforms now home to makeshift tents and flickering lanterns. A dozen people huddled in the dim light, their faces hollow from hunger and exhaustion. 

"This is what's left of us," the woman said, her voice laced with bitterness. "We're the ones too stubborn—or too stupid—to bow down to Superman. But surviving out here? It's just a slow death." 

He stepped forward, his sharp gaze taking in every detail. Despite their dire circumstances, these people hadn't given up entirely. He could see it in their eyes—a glimmer of defiance, however faint. 

"What's your name?" he asked the woman. 

"Elena," she replied. "And you?" 

He hesitated for a moment, then decided honesty was the best approach. "Call me Rimuru." 

Elena raised an eyebrow. "Weird name, but fine. So, Rimuru, what's your plan? You talk big, but we've heard it all before." 

He smiled. "I don't plan to talk. I plan to act." 

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a small crystal—a device he had crafted moments ago using his power. He placed it on the ground, and it began to glow softly. 

"What's that?" one of the others asked, their voice tinged with curiosity. 

"A barrier generator," Rimuru explained. The crystal emitted a pulse, and a shimmering dome of light formed around the station. The air felt lighter, the oppressive presence of Superman's surveillance fading. "This will block the Regime's scanners. You're safe here now." 

The group stared in awe, their wariness giving way to cautious hope. Elena stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "Why would you do this? You don't even know us." 

"Because you deserve better than this," Rimuru said simply. "And because this is just the beginning." 

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