Dr. Manhattan, whose original name was "Jonathan Osterman," was born into a family of horologists.

During World War II, his mother was killed by the Germans, and his father brought young Jonathan to New York to earn a living.

This is where it all began.

At that time, Jonathan was obsessed with precisely turning hands and clicking gears.

Holding a clock is like holding time.

Incomprehensible abstract concepts become clear.

If nothing else, Jonathan will follow his father's legacy and become a fine watchmaker.

But the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Neon, which not only ended the war, but also changed Jonathan's father's mind.

He realized that atomic science was the force the world needed, and that watchmakers could not change anything.

So, Jonathan became a physicist as a matter of course.

Fast forward to the age of thirty, and he fell in love for the first time in his life after doing research.

Through the introduction of a colleague, Jonathan met a beautiful girl named Jenny.

The two quickly established a relationship and developed into lovers.

The trajectory of fate turns as precisely as a clockwork clock.

It will not come a second sooner or a second later.

A month later, it was an ordinary day as usual.

Jonathan coincidentally left his watch in the room of the Eigenfield generator.

Because of a miscalculation of the time, the door automatically closes, locking him inside.

Twenty-four seconds passed.

A human died.

A god is born.

This is the origin story of Dr. Manhattan.

He is a quantum being, and an existence that is too strong to understand.

In the comics of "Doomsday Bells", the Justice League gathers almost all the superheroes on Earth and goes to Mars to stop Dr. Manhattan's plan, but is easily defeated by him.

"What are you thinking?"

Dr. Manhattan's detached, nonchalant voice interrupted Luke's thoughts.

The latter looked around at his surroundings, the reddish-brown desert, the thin and cold atmosphere, in which carbon dioxide was the main component......

If I'm not mistaken, this should be Mars.

"I'm thinking about how I can avoid being killed by you, Doctor."

Luke's eyes flashed, and he wasn't surprised by the situation.

The follow-up of Flashpoint, the arrival of the new 52 universe, and the big events that may happen in the future......

The variety of "scripts" is enough for Luke to be ready for any surprises.

Like, now.

"I'm not an executioner."

Dr. Manhattan rejects Luke's claims, and he has no intention of killing the outsider.

"But you don't mind being a cleaner and erasing some of the 'unnecessary' roles, right, Doctor?"

Luke said sarcastically.

However, for such an obvious provocation.

Dr. Manhattan was indifferent and not annoyed.

His mind is closer to a cold, sane, data-only supercomputer, and human feelings are fading, especially after leaving the Warden universe and moving to a new place.

The meaning and purpose of all Dr. Manhattan's actions is to "observe."

For example, the variables of the universe, the branches of space-time, are the highest priority.

However, this does not mean that he is a talkative and good-tempered person.

Any troublemakers who interfere with the act of "observation" will be ruthlessly erased by Dr. Manhattan.

For example, the reverse lightning that discovered the timeline change, the new god Mitron - the guy sitting on the chair of Morbius, the night owl of Earth 3, and so on.

They were all erased by Dr. Manhattan at the moment they were closest to the truth.

Therefore, it is necessary to maintain a proper distance from this quantum life to communicate.

"You want to provoke me?"

Dr. Manhattan seems to have seen through Luke's thoughts.

"No, just a little curious about the inner emotions of a god."

Luke shook his head, his eyes flickering, and asked softly, "Doctor, what are you going to do with me next?" ”

"Honestly, wouldn't it be a more interesting change for me to see this new multiverse coming?"

"As far as I know, you don't hate change, you just don't like to be disturbed."

Dr. Manhattan fell into a brief silence, as if in thought.

His eyes couldn't see Luke's past and future.

It was as if a layer of fog was hanging over the other side's surface, blurring everything even more.

It was a higher dimensional power, a power that came from outside the walls of origin.

Faced with an outsider who is difficult to see, Dr. Manhattan is also a little hesitant, what to do?

Erase?

Banishment?

Accept?

It was like a multiple-choice question, and many options were presented to Dr. Manhattan.

However, in less than a second, he completed a huge and complex calculation and deduction.

"The likelihood that you will cause great damage to this multiverse accounts for thirty-five percent."

Dr. Manhattan was expressionless and coldly concluded.

"The probability of following the rules of the game and allowing the multiverse to develop according to its original trajectory is less than 20 percent."

"It proves that you are a risk-taking, dislike to follow instructions, extremely egoistic and self-confident people."

"Considering all of the above, I think you're a very volatile factor."

Luke raised an eyebrow, and it sounded like Dr. Manhattan wasn't going to let him stay on the set.

"So?"

Luke asked, pretending to be calm.

If Dr. Manhattan was going to kill him, he would have to call out to the presence outside the wall and pull himself back.

Doing things for the five creation gods of the Marvel Universe, or higher-level existences, personal safety is still guaranteed.

Luke doesn't like to take risks, and he doesn't like to die.

No matter how powerful Dr. Manhattan is, he will still be greatly limited in the face of the pluralistic concept beneath the all-powerful universe.

Otherwise, he should have erased Papetua, the goddess of creation, who appeared after the Wall of Origin was shattered, with a thought.

Then, destroy the chaotic, mad, unprincipled laughing bats.

Instead of being moved by Superman's mouth cannon, choose to self-disintegrate.

"I've thought of a place that fits you, outsider."

Dr. Manhattan said.

A look of alarm rose in Luke's eyes, and his attention was on the highest.

This naked man who doesn't wear clothes and has exhibitionist tendencies probably wants to put himself in a "cage", right?

He hadn't forgotten that Dr. Manhattan had stolen ten years of the New 52 Universe.

The other party is fully capable of intercepting it alone to form a "huge cage" in time and space.

Similar to the ancient one's use of time gems, it intercepts a stream of time, and then loops and fast-forwards and rewinds as you like.

Trapping oneself with a separate world is something Dr. Manhattan would have done.

"I have the right to refuse, doctor."

Luke smiled, the Tenth Metal's Origin Energy was tightly integrated with Superman's body, and he didn't believe that Dr. Manhattan could erase him in an instant.

"I have no ill intentions, Mr. Cavill."

It was the first time Dr. Manhattan had called Luke's name, and his tone was still the same as it had been for years.

"It's a 'gift' that you can also make for a mischievous candy for Halloween."

Dr. Manhattan spread out his palm, and a yellow round badge appeared.

Two black dots, a simple arc, form a smiley face, no different from the usual giveaways in fast food restaurants.

The only thing that seemed a little special was probably the few splattered drops of blood.

"Gifts?"

Luke reached out and took the smile badge that floated in the air, and if he was not mistaken, it was the mark of the "laughing man".

A key figure in the Watchmen universe.

It can even be said that the story begins with him.

"Yes, this gift is...... Tickets for vacations. ”

Dr. Manhattan's tone changed somewhat, and a blue electric force field instantly enveloped Luke.

And at this moment, Superman's body subconsciously tensed and burst out with strong power.

The cosmic power of the Tenth Metal resisted the attacks inflicted by Dr. Manhattan.

But Luke didn't feel that his life was threatened, and the huge force field like blue lightning only enveloped the space around him.

Rumble!

The bright light flashed, and Dr. Manhattan was the only one left on Mars.

"When I upgrade to the concept of diversity, I must repay this blue man well."

This was the thought that flashed through Luke's head before he disappeared.

He was transported out of the new 52 universe that was in the making, to another strange place.

"Adrian, what would you do?"

After a long time, Dr. Manhattan closed his eyes and continued to sit on Mars.

Behind him, the massive, precise, perfect building ran as steadily as a clock.