HISD Chapter 91 Half Doomsday, Half Superman
DC Universe Dreamscape.
At the heart of the world, above the hidden sea, on the floating mountains.
"Now, as the Ancient Doomsday, it's time to truly explore this DC dreamscape."
Yi Meng knew the difference. Losing control and sinking into madness brought nothing but disaster. But to actively explore the dream-universe would provide beneficial feedback to his real self.
By mastering power here in the dream, he could directly use that same power in the waking world.
Whatever his dream avatars possessed would constantly echo back into his real body, like a projection strengthening reality itself.
…
The towering, three-meter-tall bone-spiked creature's eyes burned with crimson fire. Yet they still held a rare, rational clarity. He crouched slightly, intending to leap out of habit, but then paused. His clawed right fist pressed against the ground.
He closed his eyes, steadied his breath, and when they opened again, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
Whoosh—
The shattered peak beneath him began to stir. Countless fragments of rock lifted into the air under an invisible force. But the power was too wild, too unstable—stone after stone burst into dust. The floating mountain itself quivered, trembling across the hidden sea.
Then, in the next instant—
A storm blasted outward from the mountaintop. The black-armored, bone-spiked figure hurled himself into the distance once again. But this time, he didn't fall. He soared, climbing higher and higher, racing into the heights above the hidden sea.
The sound barrier shattered behind him.
He kept rising, kept surging upward. No fall, no descent. Only flight.
…
At the hidden sea's island—the place where Poseidon's trident had once been stored.
On the shore, a Kryptonian ship rested, its hatch left open.
Atlanna, the would-be queen of Atlantis, had lulled her infant to sleep inside. When silence fell outside, she cautiously stepped out. She wasn't trying to escape—she didn't believe she could. She just wanted food.
Sliding into the shallow sea, her Atlantean speed carried her beneath the waves. Soon she burst back to the surface, carrying two fat, silver-scaled fish.
Her eyes strayed to the golden trident abandoned on the sand. The sacred relic of Atlantis, the artifact of Poseidon that countless generations had sought—the very emblem of imperial power—discarded like a participation trophy.
She sighed softly.
Then a distant sonic boom made her head snap up. And when she saw what approached in the sky, the fish slipped from her trembling hands.
There, streaking across the heavens, a black shadow laced with bone spikes.
It was him.
Her soaked body locked up. She trembled violently, unable to believe her eyes.
That thing. That monster even the Old Gods could not overcome—was flying.
Flying!
Atlanna stood frozen on the shore as the storm swept over the sea. The bone-spiked figure descended, cape billowing, landing before her with far greater control than before.
Sand burst outward as he slowed his landing.
Flight—the fundamental ability of any Kryptonian exposed to the sun.
And as the ultimate extreme of Kryptonian genes, Doomsday had never lacked the ability. He simply never needed it. His earth-shaking leaps were always more destructive than flight.
But Yi Meng was no longer an uncontrolled beast. He now possessed reason—and the will to fly.
And once he believed he could, his body obeyed. Kryptonian genes made it so.
…
Those burning crimson eyes turned on her.
Atlanna's body shook harder. She clutched her chest, scarcely daring to breathe. Under that gaze, she felt she might roast alive at any second.
But then the bone-spiked titan parted his jagged lips and spoke in a low, rasping, almost human voice:
"Come inside."
"What…?!" Atlanna blinked, stunned, staring up at him.
He ignored her confusion and strode directly toward the Kryptonian ship. Slowly, she followed, legs stiff with dread.
Inside, lights flickered on.
Yi Meng stepped into the vessel, glanced at the Kryptonian infant sleeping in its pod, then continued into the control chamber. He sat in the captain's chair.
Even built for armored Kryptonians, the seat strained beneath his massive frame. But Kryptonian alloys held firm.
Atlanna trailed him, unable to lift her head. Even seated, he loomed taller than her.
The bone-spiked figure looked her way and rumbled: "Atlanna. Royal blood of Atlantis."
She shivered. "H-how do you know that?"
She had never spoken of Atlantis, never mentioned her lineage.
But Yi Meng knew. He even knew she was the mother of Arthur Curry—the future Aquaman, though in this timeline, even Batman had yet to rise. The Justice League didn't exist.
Atlanna dared not ask further. Her voice shook as she whispered, "Sir… did you capture me because of my royal bloodline?"
His fiery gaze fell upon her. She dropped her head lower, panic roiling in her chest.
Yi Meng almost laughed. She was overthinking.
But he said nothing. Instead, his gaze turned toward the child in the pod.
Atlanna followed his eyes, then glanced down at her own chest. She froze, horrified.
Was it… only because of that?
She was a queen! A princess of Atlantis! Yet—
Her thoughts tangled. In the end, she forced herself to ask, "Could you… let me go?"
"You may." Yi Meng nodded calmly. He did not restrain her.
"Really?!"
She spun toward the hatch, sprinting through the corridors. Yet as the doorway drew closer, her pace slowed.
Could she truly leave?
Would he strike her down the moment she crossed the threshold?
And if she did leave… what of the child? Alone, unprotected?
And even if she escaped, would the whirlpools of the hidden sea let her?
Doubt after doubt clawed at her. Until she realized—perhaps she did not want to leave.
Out there, Atlantis would only drag her back, force her into a political marriage. Arthur would be endangered. But here, because of this being, the world already believed her dead.
At the hatch, she stopped. After a long silence, she turned back.
She reentered the control chamber.
"I… I can stay. To care for the child," she said quickly, as if fearing her courage would break.
Yi Meng nodded once. He did not argue.
Atlanna's heart raced. Had he predicted her return all along?
She bit her lip, then dared to ask, "Who is he? This infant… why do you keep him?"
Yi Meng's voice was low and rasping. "He… may be the one who can kill me."
"What?!" Atlanna's mind reeled. She couldn't follow his logic.
But that was the truth. Yi Meng kept the Kryptonian child for two reasons: as an anchor to his humanity—and as a failsafe. If he ever lost control, only a Superman might end him.
That thought hadn't changed. Doomsday needed no allies, no subordinates—only enemies. And this child had the potential to grow into the strongest.
…
From then on, Atlanna remained aboard the ship, caring for the Kryptonian infant.
To her relief, Yi Meng never stayed inside. Instead, he lingered outside the vessel, standing on the shore beneath the sun. Sometimes he soared into the depths of the hidden sea, or passed through the whirlpools to the outside world, always returning by day's end.
One month passed. Atlanna grew used to his presence. In fact, when he was gone, she worried—not for him, but for the world outside.
What unsettled her most was the child. Whenever she carried him out of the ship, he showed no fear of the bone-spiked giant. Instead, he smiled, eyes shining with awe.
That was wrong. So wrong.
Atlanna clenched her resolve. This child—this Kryptonian—she would raise him into a king of the surface.
And one day, perhaps… he would defeat the monster.
Perhaps he would bridge the land and the sea, uniting the two worlds at last.
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