Bullseye’s Journal-Part

Chapter 229: Bullseye’s Journal—Part

Bullseye’s Journal–

I left Osborn City. No, it had already been renamed Blood Nest. Blood Baron had taken the place after those heroes killed the Green Goblin. What a lucky bastard.

But Blood Baron had really become more pathetic with age. Years of living rough and hunting in the wilderness like a wild dog must have weathered his brain away. He had actually begun to enjoy being a dog that wagged its tail.

If that heart of his, which did not even beat, still held the slightest awareness of a warrior’s honor, then he should have gathered his courage and thrown punches at those heroes instead of crawling through the shadows and praying they would not notice him.

Just as I said, what a lucky bastard.

How I wished I could trade places with him. If I had been there, I would have been the climax of that battle. Even if I died there, it would have become my final swan song.

I had abandoned everything. I had fallen out with Red Skull and made enemies of everyone. I had paid nearly everything I could pay, all for this chance.

To kill another superhero, I had waited forty-one years, seven months, and twenty-four days. I did not want to keep waiting.

Blood Baron had left me with some thought-provoking intelligence. I had to admit, it was useful, but it conflicted with the clues in my hands. That forced me to stop. In my line of work, nothing was more taboo than bad intelligence.

Sometimes, an error in a name or a problem with a single detail could completely overturn the outcome of an assassination. It could also put me in danger.

So before setting out again, I had to figure out exactly what I was facing. Who were they!?

Three people, two men and one woman.

So far, that was all I had to go on. I could not tell whether it made sense, but the metal lump on my head would not lie. The magic was real, and Eyeball Man’s death was real. There was definitely a wizard among them.

A powerful man, a woman with divine power, and a Bat-Man skilled in combat and mechanical technology. Everything fit together so perfectly. But that was the problem. Where was the wizard? Why was one missing?

I had no choice but to go over the entire wall of clues again. At first, I guessed that the wizard was hiding among those three. It might have been the man who could fly, or the woman who wielded divine power. Most likely, it was Bat-Man.

The technology he used had a distinctly alchemical, punk-like style. I guessed he might have been an alchemist, perhaps even some kind of druid associated with bats. I was not sure.

Today, I encountered several Doombots. I was not sure whether Doom had set his sights on me. Ever since that day, I had not dealt with Doom for a long time.

The Doom Nest he ruled had always been an extremely chaotic place.

Although his army of Doombots could use overwhelming force to suppress the gangs under his control, the border regions remained difficult to manage. I heard there were even rebel forces calling themselves the Avengers operating there.

I did not know when Doctor Doom had become interested in these superheroes. I thought he would remain in his castle studying magic and technology, as he always had.

The waters were getting murkier. If I could not get ahead of all of them, I would not get a bite of anything.

Aha!

Superheroes from another world!

So that was it. So this was the truth. Red Skull, Red Skull, I had truly underestimated you. I never expected you to be holding onto such a huge surprise.

Who would have thought that after I had served you for so long, you would still hide such an enormous secret from me? Heroes from another world.

What a tremendous secret!

Thinking about it this way, all the fog vanished. This was the truth hidden beneath the world. Beyond the world we lived in, there was another world identical to this one. Even more excitingly, superheroes existed there too.

Now, I finally understood the truth. Why had I never been able to determine the origins of those three? Why did the powers they used feel so familiar yet so alien? Because they were not from this world at all. They were all stowaways from beyond this world.

Putting all this intelligence together, the facts were already obvious.

Those who had accidentally arrived in this world had, for some reason, scattered across different places. One of them had fallen into Red Skull’s hands, while the other three concealed themselves and quietly searched for information about this world.

Barton, that old useless wreck, had leaked Eyeball Man’s Eye of the Watcher. He was the first to discover the Justice League’s existence, and he was also the first to reach an alliance with them.

Nothing was more useful than the Eye of the Watcher for learning about this world. These people had to be trying to find a way back to their own universe. That was why they seized the energy from the harm beast, Nefaria, and Enchantress.

After all, opening a passage between two worlds would require an enormous amount of energy. That might have been their goal from the very beginning.

And in order to let these people kill as many supervillains as possible, Barton had returned to the field and stepped into the open, placing himself before everyone’s eyes. He drew the attention of the various Lords, helping the Justice League hide more effectively in the shadows.

What a perfect plan, Clint. If you were standing before me now, I would definitely share a good drink with you. I had to admit, you gave me quite a surprise this time.

How should I describe you, Skull?

Using the hostage in your hands as bait to lure these outsiders into rescuing them from execution? Not a bad idea. But you should not have set your sights on my prey. These people were mine. Mine alone.

But there was one thing I had to admit: with my current strength, I was still far from capable of accomplishing the feat of killing these people. After all, many people far stronger than me had failed. So I had to come up with a foolproof plan.

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The pen tip paused.

Bullseye picked up the cup beside him and slowly took a sip.

In this wasteland world, getting a mouthful of such rich coffee was no easy task. But for Bullseye, it was not particularly difficult. He had plenty of ways to secure opportunities for his own enjoyment.

After letting the ink on the diary dry, Bullseye carefully stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Break time is over. I should go find some weapons worthy of the name."

Muttering to himself, Bullseye rose to his feet, stepped over one corpse after another, and quietly entered World Master’s fortress.