Moving faster than Alex could hope to react, the bullet reached the window in an instant. But just before it could make contact, a blur appeared—intercepting it midair.
'I was so focused on Luthor… I didn't even notice the danger had already disappeared,' Alex thought, watching the blur slow just enough for him to recognize her.
'I'm lucky Wonder Woman happened to stop by.' He let out a quiet sigh of relief. He'd come so close to having to slaughter hundreds of millions of people.
He'd seen it all before—how people came crawling to him, desperate to use him or earn his favor. People feared death. So when they realized he was something more than human—something closer to the Grim Reaper, the embodiment of death itself—they responded in one of three ways: try to kill him, try to befriend him, or try to turn him into a weapon.
In his past life, he'd grown tired of the endless killing. Millions came for him—wave after wave. He tried to change his face, disappear, and live quietly. But they always found him.
Eventually, he got so tired of it all… he killed the entire universe… and himself. That's how he ended up here—in the DC universe.
(A/N: As you notice, this isn't like the original Instant Death, where a target killed can't come back to life no matter what. MC was able to come back, this would be the only limitation, which can be overlooked given the right condition.}
In his past life, this universe was nothing more than a comic book. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was that, for the moment, he could return to watching his anime in peace—though his senses remained locked on Luthor.
"How does his power work?" Luthor muttered, closing the screen in front of him as he sank into thought.
Like Batman, he had done his own background check on Alex. And just like Batman, he was convinced—Alex was the one who killed Trigon.
"Let's say, for a moment, he sensed the sniper," Luthor said, leaning back with a thoughtful smile. "The rifle was locked on him for quite some time, yet he didn't react. He only barely glanced toward the window when Deadshot was about to take the shot. But even then… he didn't seem to be looking at the window. Or was he?"
The illusionary eye watching Luthor narrowed.
"If that's the case, then his sensory ability only activates when he's in real danger," Luthor continued. "That would explain why he got up."
"But it doesn't explain why he didn't just kill Deadshot," Mercy Graves said calmly from nearby—his assistant and bodyguard speaking with her usual cool tone.
"Does his power have a cooldown?" Luthor mused. "Killing someone like Trigon might have come with a cost… but that still wouldn't explain why he was so calm. He was standing in full view of the window when he walked to the kitchen. It would've made more sense to go to the bathroom or somewhere out of sight."
Mercy nodded in agreement.
"Staying in the line of sight of a sniper… maybe he didn't sense it at all. Maybe he just happened to look around by chance," she said. "I mean, it's not strange to glance outside while heading for a drink. Looking out the window wouldn't have been suspicious."
Luthor frowned, falling silent for a moment as he considered her words.
"Tomorrow, when he takes an Uber to work… have someone attack it," Luthor said calmly.
Miles away, Alex paused the anime he was watching. Without a word, he got up and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a few spoons—tools for a task he hadn't done in years.
He needed to shake off the rust. Seventeen years of holding back had dulled him, and now it was time to sharpen the blade.
He would kill Luthor—not all of him, just enough to ensure that the last thought in Luthor's mind was never to bother him again.
Alex held up a spoon and killed it. With the slightest twitch of his finger, it crumbled into countless specks of dust.
He took a deep breath and grabbed a new spoon. One by one, he began killing them—each act a small lesson, each motion a step toward control.
Bit by bit, he learned how to limit the force behind his absolute power. At first, the spoons crumbled instantly, reduced to dust. Then, he managed to weaken them, softening the metal until it bent like Play-Doh. But he didn't stop there.
Soon, he reached a new level of precision—killing only part of the spoon, while leaving the rest untouched.
With that, Alex let out a deep breath before sitting down and turning his focus to Luthor. He aimed low—specifically, at Luthor's pride. With a single thought, he killed it.
A sharp scream echoed through Luthor's office. "AHHHHH!"
Luthor collapsed, clutching his lower half, doing everything he could to suppress the pain. But he couldn't. The agony of a part of him dying—becoming permanently useless—was overwhelming. A few tears escaped his eyes as he writhed on the floor, completely consumed by the shock.
Luthor was rushed to the best doctors available. They scanned him thoroughly… only to come to one shocking conclusion:
His genitalia had simply stopped functioning. All his sperm? Dead. His manhood? Shrunken—reduced to the size of a fingertip.
Luthor lay in the hospital bed with a blank stare. What he was left with wasn't just a micopenis—it was less than that.
He returned home that same day. Naturally, those doctors didn't live much longer. After tying up loose ends and ensuring LexCorp would continue to run smoothly in his absence, Luthor disappeared—determined to undo this humiliation.
He was Luthor. And this shame… would not be allowed to stand.
Soon, Alex heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, he found Diana standing there.
"Diana? Is everything alright?" Alex asked, surprised to see her.
But after a moment, it made sense. Maybe Wonder Woman had asked her to check on him after the assassination attempt.
"Sadly, no… Wonder Woman told me that someone's been going around killing people who were in the crowd the day Trigon died," Diana said, choosing her words carefully.
Alex's eyes widened slightly. Either Diana was lying to him… or Wonder Woman had lied to her.
He was the only target—that much was clear. And with the recent assassination attempt, it was obvious the Justice League now saw him as the center of their suspicion.
Which meant Diana's visit likely wasn't just a friendly check-in.
She was probably here to take him somewhere—offer him the illusion of peace, while keeping him under constant watch.
"This place isn't safe anymore. It's best you stay under League protection until things settle down," Diana said calmly.
Alex shook his head.
"You know I can't do that. Not after landing this job," he replied, his tone firm.
Diana frowned. "Is this job worth more than your life?"
Without hesitation, Alex nodded. Diana paused, caught off guard by the certainty in his answer.
"Yes. You know my record—this is all I have," Alex said. "And I plan to give it my all, even if it gets me killed. I'm not going under protection."
Diana went silent for a moment. "Then you're fired," she said firmly.
"Then I'll fight back against this unjust termination," Alex replied without missing a beat. "I'll do everything I can to keep this job. And even if you win… I still refuse to be pressured into protection like this."
Diana sighed, hearing his words. How was she supposed to handle someone like this?
"It's dangerous. I don't want you putting your life on the line like this," Diana said. "You can keep your job—take unlimited paid leave. Hell, work from home. I'll even increase your salary."
Alex shook his head.
"Normally, I'd say yes. But knowing the reason behind your offer… I can't accept it," he said calmly. "I value my freedom too much to let fear of death become a cage. I'm not a prisoner, no matter how nicely you try to paint the word protection."
Diana's eyes narrowed.
"Are you stupid?! Your life is on the line, and you think some stupid job is worth more than that?" she shouted, anger spilling out.
"Yes," Alex said firmly. "Without this job… what future do I honestly have?"
Diana held her breath. She wanted to respond—but no words came.
"Then you can't stay here," she said after a pause. "I have a spare room."
Her eyes wandered to the window, to the spot where the bullet had nearly hit. She scanned the rest of the apartment, then turned back to Alex, who now stood stunned, speechless.