With Shin's current level of strength, even a Superman stripped of his more extreme abilities would stand little chance. In fact, Shin could likely handle two or three of them at once without much trouble. His combat instincts, honed reflexes, and unparalleled battle sense far exceeded Superman's straightforward brawling style. If one factored in his chakra reserves, mastery of Haki, and the powers granted by the Devil Fruits, his confidence could easily swell to the point where he'd boast, "I'll take on ten of them."
Of course, an 'explosive' Superman, one who had broken past his limits, was an entirely different story. A Superman like that, much like Batman with his endless contingency plans, became a figure of pure idealism and limitless potential. Such a Superman could, in theory, shatter the boundaries of reality itself, even creating a multiverse with a single blow.
Thankfully, in this version of the Flashpoint world, the superheroes had lost their sense of purpose and conviction. None of them seemed poised for that kind of breakthrough. In a head-to-head clash based purely on stats and ability, Shin could dismantle Wonder Woman and her entire faction with frightening ease.
"Ugh!!" The sound tore from Wonder Woman's throat only after her body registered the truth that her limbs were gone. She stared at herself, eyes widening in disbelief, before finally screaming in horror.
The crimson glow in Shin's eyes flared briefly before dimming. Nearby, Steve Trevor, finally free from the grip of Diana's Lasso of Truth, staggered backward. He clutched his chest, catching his breath, then surveyed the scene. His eyes darted from one Amazon warrior to another, all of them limbless, yet not a drop of blood in sight.
Were they cauterized instantly? Steve wondered. Some kind of high-temperature radiation? That's terrifying.
But he kept those thoughts to himself. Before he could speak, Shin's gaze found him. Without a word, Shin reached out and drew the Lasso of Truth toward himself, the golden cord coiling obediently into his grip.
"This rope is interesting," Shin mused aloud, giving it a small tug.
"Infinitely long, forces honesty… But I'm not sure how to use it properly."
He shrugged. "Not that it matters. I have the Munch-Munch Fruit, I'm the last person who needs to worry about weapons with a chosen master."
With that, he shot into the sky. The sight would have been absurd to anyone watching a lone figure soaring through the clouds, trailing a massive bundle of bound, limbless warriors like grotesque ornaments.
Fortunately, his speed rendered him invisible to the naked eye.
After circling the Earth several times in mere moments, Shin's plan crystallized. He would end this war in its entirety, without leaving so much as a spark for it to reignite. The Amazons and Atlanteans, scattered across the globe, were about to face a coordinated assault unlike anything they could prepare for.
It was in these moments that Shin fully grasped what the statistics in Superman's comics truly implied. The combination of faster-than-light movement, heightened senses, enhanced vision, and an intellect operating on superhuman speed made the rest of the world seem frozen in place.
It was like watching the Metro Man from Megamind. When such a being truly stopped holding back, no amount of strategy could compensate. Shin's sheer velocity left opponents unable to react before they were neutralized.
He became a silent reaper. With each pass over a battlefield, he reduced his enemies to what he jokingly referred to as "human sticks", neatly severing limbs, then sealing the wounds with precise bursts of heat vision to prevent bleeding. Thousands were neutralized in fractions of a second.
To the victims, there was only a faint chill, then a flash of heat, and suddenly they were weightless, suspended in the Lasso of Truth.
In a dozen seconds, perhaps even less, every warfront on Earth went silent. No soldiers. No commanders. Only hundreds of thousands of bound figures, dangling helplessly from the endless golden rope.
Aquaman. Wonder Woman. Orm, the Ocean Master. Penthesilea, the Amazon general. Hawkgirl, Starfire, Cheetah, Giganta… Every key player in the conflict was captured. Shin's efficiency made it seem like they had never been a threat at all.
Without slowing, Shin's attention shifted. His eyes, sharpened with x-ray vision, cut through ocean depths to the Atlantean-built ground-shock wave transmitter, a device that could weaponize force fields and gravity. His lips curved into a small, incredulous smile.
"They turned a metahuman into a machine? Classic DC logic."
A mere thought unleashed a wave of chakra so dense that the ocean trembled. The entire machine erupted from the depths, water cascading from its metallic frame. Shin opened a void of darkness before him, drawing the machine inside and dismantling it with methodical precision.
Inside, battered but alive, was the source, a man.
"Ahem… Thank you," the man rasped. "My name is Brion Markov…"
[T/N: Brion Markov, also known as Geo-Force.]
Shin recognized the name faintly, part of a royal family of a small European nation. As Brion explained, his device had caused catastrophic flooding across the continent, sparing only England. Aquaman, once Brion's friend, had betrayed him, stripping away his freedom and identity.
Shin listened without comment.
Scanning the bound crowd below, he spotted a familiar face among Wonder Woman's captured allies, his sister. Her eyes met his for a moment, but she quickly looked away.
There was no point in conversation. Her path had been set the day Wonder Woman took her prisoner, twisting her loyalty until she fought under the Amazons' banner. Now she hung, powerless, tangled in the same golden cord as the others. The line between hero and villain had long since blurred.
Among the prisoners were not just Amazons and Atlanteans, but also human soldiers and metahumans from every corner of the conflict. Shin, still without a word, flew toward what he assumed was the Amazonian command center, perhaps even a wing of the British royal palace. There, he dropped his captives unceremoniously onto the ground, arranging them in descending order of life force. The strongest, usually the leaders, were at the front.
Then he shot upward, breaking the atmosphere in a heartbeat. In orbit, he intercepted a satellite armed with a nuclear payload, a desperate contingency meant to obliterate the final battlefield and nearly all life within its radius. Shin dismantled it in seconds and hurled the fragments into the sun.
When he returned, his eyes swept over the assembly. "Everyone," he said, his voice calm, "have you calmed down?"
"You idiot!" Cheetah snarled, baring her fangs.
Shin's gaze hardened. A single lance of heat vision lanced out, bisecting her skull cleanly. Her body slumped forward, lifeless.
"It doesn't matter whether you're calm or not," Shin said coldly. He tightened his grip on the Lasso of Truth, the cord shimmering faintly in the dim light. "The trial begins now. Those guilty of the worst crimes will die. Those who refuse my judgment and seek to continue the war will also die. Prove you were forced into this and wish to stop, and I will restore your limbs. Otherwise… your fate is sealed."
He looked over them, his expression unchanging. "The trial begins."
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