Synopsis: In an alternate timeline, a sleeping college student was suddenly transmigrated into a fictitious world and almost met his end if not for the same perpetrator of his situation displacing him into a completely foreign cluster of Multiverse with a spark of lightning.

MC: Currently in this chapter.

Meta-knowledge?: N/A.

Alliances: N/A.

What Version: Post-fight Black adam (Death Battle version.)

Arsenal: Yellow Ring (Empty), Enchanted Clothing (damaged), S.H.A.Z.A.M (Weakened).


With a massive headache and loud ringing in his ears, he reluctantly moves his body which causes him to groan uncomfortably from the flashing pain and muscle cramps.

Adam slowly pried his eyes open as he is greeted with the sight of a dark and cloudy sky and the scent of death permeating around the air, missing the fresh lavender scent of his home. He raises his head to no avail out of curiosity as to where he is as he calls out, "Papa?" He pauses as he realizes that getting to his feet was nigh impossible as they quiver from the sheer exhaustion he felt.

Much to his befuddlement.

The little movement causes him to slightly slid off the slope, and he quickly realizes that he was lying inside a crater of some sort.

Taking in the sight of busted buildings, burning ashes, and various shrapnels of metallic construction of sorts. This was not where he had fallen asleep nor could he find any of his friends.

"G'rnnh."

Head slumping in defeat, they're throbbing so heavily that he suspects a concussion of sorts, he also realizes that his voice is a tad too heavy compared to his usual own.

Eyes averting below him, he stares blankly at the sight of an unknown skin-tight suit that is dark as the midnight sky, covered in blood and grime as it looks tattered-- as if he was mugged in some random alleyway before he was thrown out in some pit.

Looking over the golden thunderbolt logo in his chest, his eyes slightly widen a the smallest spark of ionized energy, thinking that it's a damaged electronic, he couldn't help but helplessly sigh as he couldn't even lift a finger.

Yet.

Despite all of the red flags pointing at a conclusion that warrants panicking, he couldn't help but feel... indifferent, and wary. Yes, but nothing anything worth fretting over.

It's... it's befuddling.

"K'uhuhuhu..."

But his heavy contemplation was interrupted by a distorted voice filled with malice and sadism, the area then began to shake, but what captivated his attention was that in a considerable distance away.

A violet shard of crystal that is longer than his hand and thicker than his wrist slowly floated mid-air-- various shrapnel and metallic debris then began to gather at a visible pace.

Digital construction then began to run over, slowly forming a menacing figure with a considerable bulk that could potentially tower over him despite the distance between them.

"Your hubris has failed you, Teth Adam." With a rough and distorted voice announcing his presence.

His instinct within the back of Adam's mind then began to haywire, actively warning him that death is imminent and adrenaline began to surge.

Forcing him to subconsciously move his body to prepare for an inevitable confrontation, yet; it was all for naught as his restless body fails him.

The giant, cybernetic creature had the gall to walk forward at a leisurely pace-- before pausing with a small tilt.

"You're no Teth Adam, announce yourself, interloper." The giant then demanded with an underlying tone of violence.

"I... my name is Adam Herbert, and I have no idea how'd I end up in this situation." Deciding to tell the truth, seeing that he couldn't even move to save his hide; he saw no point in futile resistance.

This cause the giant man to make a sour face as if confused by the outcome of this event. He made sure to prude his mind to make use of his telepathy, though the lying figure of the man is a very hard nut to crack, he could still read him as easily as an open book.

"So you say." Walking forward towards his target, he could see the chest of the man in black begin to slowly heave, he could sense the wariness, suspicion, and the air of determination as his eyes narrow dangerously in defiance.

"Hmm.'

Humming with clear interest, he ends his pondering with a decisive decision.

"I suppose you'll do." He droll with a raising foot, causing a shadow to the living lightning dangerously.

Looking above him with a sneer, Adam memorized the giant's sadistic face in case he made out of this place alive after the inevitable beating he was going to eat.

In a split second, he could feel something inside of him shifting as his eyes dilated from the adrenaline. And as if some wall had been moved in my head; he could see and think everything far more clearly, hear things in such great detail, and notice how everything seemed to move in slow motion.

For a brief moment, his body glowed blue as his face darkened from both the shadow over him along with the intensity of hatred building up.

"You better make sure I'm dead you bald fuck." I sneered vehemently, but this just seems to inflict a sense of joy and sadism in his menacing visage.

"That I will, Adam Herbert." With his piece left said and done, he then stomp down the sole of his boot straight to his face, not enough to kill-- but sure enough to inflict pain so badly that he'd be begging for mercy.

En Sabah Nur could see the inevitable, Apocalypse approach with malicious anticipation as his bright crimson eyes shone in jubilation, he sped up his incoming boot and goes closer and closer to the chosen one's face.

*Craaacka--Thum!*

*Booooom!!!*