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Diana never imagined that she'd witness war like this—not from behind a shield or while leading Amazon warriors into battle—but from atop a crumbling skyscraper, standing in the middle of what looked like digital madness made real.
But this wasn't a game.
It felt real. The blood, the fire, the screams… they weren't illusions.
She landed on the rooftop with a powerful leap, her boots cracking the gravel beneath her. From her vantage point, she surveyed the sprawling metropolis below—a city called "Twist"—now plunged into violent chaos.
And it had happened almost instantly.
One moment the city was bustling. The next, armed soldiers flooded the streets. Civilians scattered, some surrendering, others resisting, while a few began firing back or taking hostages. Some even attacked the soldiers first.
It wasn't just pandemonium—it was war.
A brutal, unrelenting war.
"There are… this many people participating in the trial?"
Diana's face darkened. Her warrior's instinct screamed at her to jump into the fray. But confusion kept her rooted. Why was this happening?
She didn't wait long for an answer.
"You may not believe it," said a calm voice beside her, "but in the world of 'Oasis,' every player is eligible to join the Trial of the God of Law."
She turned sharply.
Joseph had arrived without warning, appearing as silently as a ghost. He stood there, perfectly composed, arms folded, eyes fixed on the unfolding chaos below.
Diana, now fully suited in her Amazonian battle armor, struggled to temper her rising emotions. Her chest heaved with tension, the metal of her armor glinting under the ruined sun of this digital realm.
"You..." she said, her voice low and edged with suspicion. "I can feel it—you're not someone who craves war. And you said before that you weren't interested in building a military force through 'Oasis' to fight humans. So what is this?"
Joseph didn't flinch.
"Don't misunderstand," he replied, admiring the cityscape. "What you're witnessing isn't war. It's a simulation."
"Simulation?"
Diana frowned.
"Yes," he nodded. "A re-creation of events that could have occurred in the real world, but didn't—either by chance or because someone made a different decision. Think of them as tributaries in the great river of time."
He looked back at her, eyes glinting.
"I call them… parallel universes."
Parallel universes?
Diana's frown deepened. The idea wasn't unfamiliar, but hearing it described so casually unsettled her.
"Time is fluid," Joseph explained. "One choice can split the course of history. One different word, one moment of hesitation or courage, and the world can follow a drastically different path."
Diana thought for a moment.
"Like... if I had never left Paradise Island?"
Joseph smiled knowingly.
"Exactly. Without your intervention, Ares would have turned the tide of World War I. The war would have dragged on, and millions more would've died. Perhaps the world would still be drowning in chaos to this day."
He pointed toward the city, where the simulation played out below.
"The same principle applies here. If I hadn't convinced Charles and Magneto to cooperate, the tension between Mutants and humans might have escalated into a full-blown war. This chaos? It's one possible outcome—a 'what if.'"
"What we're watching," he added, "is what happens when officials respond to the rise of superpowers with violence instead of reason."
Diana slowly nodded.
"Suppression," she muttered. "A government crackdown."
Her mind clicked into place. She was starting to see it clearly now—but she was still wary.
"So... this so-called parallel universe," she asked, "does it serve any purpose beyond being a training ground for your magic users?"
Joseph smiled again.
"Of course it does," he said simply. "As I've said before, I'm not raising an army. This is not about choosing who fights for me—it's about refining those who wish to walk the extraordinary path."
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the world around them shifted.
The urban battlefield disappeared, replaced by a shattered Earth. Alien warships blotted out the sun. Buildings lay in rubble. Fire burned in the distance, and panic echoed in the air.
Diana tensed, startled by the sudden change.
"This is another trial," Joseph said calmly. "In this parallel universe, Doomsday killed Superman. You and Batman fell. The Avengers lost to the Chitauri. Earth was left defenseless. Alien civilizations poured in."
Diana's heart skipped a beat.
She looked up. Above them, spacecraft of countless shapes and sizes loomed—each one bristling with weapons, none of them from the same alien race.
"All... all of this is part of the Trial?" she whispered, stunned.
Joseph nodded gravely.
"The Earth in this world is lost," he said. "But small bands of survivors continue to resist. The war still rages—but it's no longer between humans and superhumans. It's everyone versus extinction."
Before she could reply, the world shifted again.
This time, the scene was even more tragic.
Twisting City still stood—partially. Most buildings were collapsed. The people were huddled or hiding. Superhumans roamed freely. The air was thick with fear.
"In this reality, superpowers went out of control," Joseph explained. "A corrupted Superman—an Asgardian turned tyrant—led an army of powerful beings. They crushed resistance. But humans, led by other heroes, refused to surrender."
Diana's face went pale.
She knew better than anyone what Superman was capable of. She'd fought beside him. Trusted him.
If he became the destroyer...
"No one would be able to stop him," she murmured.
Joseph turned to her.
"You're asking why I let everyone participate in the Trial?"
He didn't wait for her to answer.
"Because it's a test."
He raised an eyebrow.
"We create extraordinary individuals. But we must also guide them. Power alone is not enough. Without strength of character—of purpose—power becomes a curse."
Diana blinked, speechless.
"The Oasis isn't just a game," Joseph continued. "The moment a player achieves a certain level of power, the system automatically triggers the [Trial of the God of Law]. They're placed into a random parallel universe like these."
"Their choices determine everything."
He started to list them off, voice cool and clear:
"If they join authoritarian forces to suppress others—they're eliminated."
"If they abuse their powers for dominance or gain—they're eliminated."
"If they surrender to alien invaders—they're eliminated."
"If they ally with corrupted superhumans—they're eliminated."
"No mercy. No exceptions."
The weight behind his words was undeniable.
Diana's breath caught in her throat.
Now it made sense.
Wanda, James, Hill—the hundred magical apprentices—they had been chosen through this process.
Not recruited.
Chosen.
"It's not for himself," Diana thought. "It's for the world. To prepare humanity for the threats to come."
For a moment, she was silent. Then, she said:
"So... anyone can join the trial. But only the ones who pass... are given the chance to learn magic?"
Joseph nodded.
"Exactly. The rest simply wake up, remembering nothing—just a fleeting, fading dream."
"And I suppose not many pass?"
"Excellence isn't common," Joseph said, smiling faintly. "But it's coming. The world is changing."
Diana nodded in understanding.
A strange sense of reverence stirred within her. For the first time in her life, she felt respect—genuine respect—for a man who seemed to see the world not just as it was, but as it could be.
She inhaled deeply, then asked softly:
"Then what can I do to help?"
The question slipped out naturally.
She didn't think of herself as someone who followed orders—but this... wasn't about obedience.
It was about duty.
If Earth was entering a new age—an age where threats could come from within or from the stars—then she had a responsibility to ensure it was protected.
And if Joseph was the architect of this new era...
She would stand with him.
But then, her brow furrowed.
Wait... what was she here for?
Hadn't she come with a different purpose entirely?
Her thoughts were cut off when Joseph suddenly turned to her with a boyish grin and twinkling eyes.
"Tell me something," he asked.
"Do the female warriors of Paradise Island… play games?"
Diana blinked, startled.
The sincerity of his amusement matched the very first time she'd seen him in Professor Xavier's office.
"What?!"
Her voice cracked in disbelief.
She was completely lost again.
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