"That was the worst prank." Mr. Troublemaker rubbed his face.
Like all cartoon characters, he could mold his face into a dough-like variety of shapes, always resembling a funny face.
But none of the Justice League members wanted to laugh.
"Since you've encountered problems too, we need to help each other."
Batman indicated with his eyes for Superman to remove the cage. The thing was just a decoy, and now that Mr. Troublemaker was under Ron's control, there was no need to maintain such an aggressive stance.
Creating a more relaxed talking environment would be more conducive to communication.
Once the cage was removed, Mr. Troublemaker stretched his legs and sat on the ground, playing with the artificial snow he picked up. He seemed devoid of body temperature or feeling, as the snowflakes didn't melt in his hands.
"How about we change locations? How about the Hall of Justice?" Mr. Troublemaker looked up and suggested.
"The Hall of Justice... hasn't been rebuilt yet." Superman replied somewhat helplessly, considering the Laughing Bat had blown it up, it was practically a black mark in history.
Mr. Troublemaker laughed knowingly. He knew the Hall of Justice was blown up, realizing it the moment he arrived in this world, which led him to mistakenly think the apocalypse had arrived, falling for the Justice League's trick.
"I want the Hall of Justice, then there will be a Hall of Justice." Mr. Troublemaker clapped his hands and stood up, saying to Star Hero, "You, take us to the Hall of Justice."
Star Hero looked at Batman, and Bruce beneath the black cape gave a slight nod, so Star Hero harnessed his energy and activated the Pentagram Teleportation Gate.
On the other side of the Teleportation Gate, the snow-white building of the Hall of Justice gleamed under the sunlight.
"This..." Hawk Woman, looking through the Teleportation Gate, was somewhat astonished, as if her eyes were playing tricks on her, raising her hand to rub her eyes.
Previously, not even Washington existed, having been blasted into a crater by a nuclear bomb. But now, everything was restored.
All the buildings in the city, including the fountain and flowerbeds in front of the Hall of Justice, were completely repaired.
All in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Troublemaker dashed through the Teleportation Gate as if it were his own home, leaving behind a remark, "Don't be surprised, Bird Woman, this is the power of imagination, hehe, I'll be waiting for you in the meeting room."
Barry watched the bouncing figure of Mr. Troublemaker, like a carefree schoolboy heading home after school, and quietly asked Batman, "Why is he so skilled?"
Batman didn't answer Barry's question; he didn't know the answer either.
Nonetheless, he lifted his cape and was the first to walk into the Teleportation Gate, realizing Mr. Troublemaker had not taken their prior confrontation to heart and had now shown tremendous goodwill.
The restoration of the Hall of Justice consumed immense manpower and resources, especially now, given the urgent situation where reconstruction was unfeasible, the help from the Five-dimensional Little Demon was a huge benefit.
The imminent destruction of the world was a secret the Justice League was concealing from the public, and having a city destroyed wasn't a good example.
Now it's better; they can keep the secret longer.
Passing through the tall doors of the Hall of Justice, rows of hero uniforms were still displayed at the entrance, although many of their owners were no longer present.
Most had gone mad, crumbled under their own psychological pressures, losing the qualification to be heroes.
Some were dead.
Batman moved his gaze away from the corner where Catwoman's uniform was displayed, as if he'd never noticed it.
After walking a short distance, they found Mr. Troublemaker staring at an empty display cabinet in the exhibition hall, where something used to be placed, but now only a glass cover remained.
"What are you looking at?" Batman asked.
Mr. Troublemaker pointed to the nameplate below the display cabinet, showing a face like he was looking at an idiot in Batman's direction. Isn't this an obvious matter?
"You see, it says here 'Mr. Troublemaker's Drawing Board,' so where's the Drawing Board? It used to be exhibited here, part of our shared history."
"You can just create another one." Batman frowned slightly, as in his memory, at least before he left the Hall of Justice the last time, the Drawing Board was well placed here. But now that Mr. Troublemaker was present, the priority of chasing the missing item wasn't high: "Just use your imagination or whatever."
"I really want to open your little brain and see if you're dumb. DC's strongest detective, huh? My Drawing Board is also a Five-dimensional Prop, and since it's from the same dimension I am, how can I create something from the same dimension out of thin air?" Mr. Troublemaker shook his head in disbelief and turned to walk away, "You can draw a dot, a line on paper, but can you draw a living person?"
A glimmer flashed in Batman's eyes, new weakness discovered. But he said nothing, just cast another glance at the empty cabinet and caught up with Mr. Troublemaker.
Familiar with the way, the Troublemaker walked into the conference room, propped himself up on the table, swung his little legs, climbed onto the large round table, and lay down on it with satisfaction, sighing.
"It's warmer here, I'm a little sleepy."
After speaking, he yawned and closed his eyes.
Ron, John, Clark, and Barry were already seated. How could they allow the Troublemaker to actually fall asleep here? Everything was in doubt now, they needed help, and it had to start with intelligence.
As an old acquaintance of the Troublemaker, Superman stood up, looked down at him, and said, "Recently, we discovered a map on Kendra's wings. We believe it's a road to higher dimensions, and perhaps the key to repairing the Multiverse."
Hawk Woman and Diana entered at this time, and she happened to pick up the topic: "If we want to save everyone, do we have to go there? If so, where does it lead to?"
The Troublemaker sat up; he wasn't really planning on sleeping:
"Before we get into that, I need to tell you what dimensions are. The First Dimension is just a little broken point, an isolated point. The Second Dimension is a line on a plane, also very boring."
"The Third Dimension is matter, the world previously shaped by Papetua. The Fourth Dimension is a new dimension formed after adding concepts like time and Divine Speed, which is the world you currently live in."
Batman stroked his chin: "So, we're not living in a three-dimensional material world as everyone previously thought."
The Troublemaker sighed and gestured helplessly in front of his chest:
"In the past, the world had no time, or rather, time and life were infinite. Not anymore, understand? You're living in a facade. The truth you've been seeking is the world shaped by that madwoman, buried under the world you're in."
"It seems a bit hard to understand..." Hawk Woman glanced at Wonder Woman beside her, and Diana pursed her lips, also not quite comprehending.
"Whether you understand or not, just know that you're four-dimensional beings." The Troublemaker waved his hand, unable to disclose too much information. In terms low-dimensional creatures can understand, this is as far as he could go: "And the Fifth Dimension I live in is imagination, it's everywhere, but you just can't see it."
"So, five-dimensional beings can see abstract concepts." Batman asked.
"Yes, they can see, and if you could see too, you would find everything around you is dying." The Troublemaker shrugged and took off his hat.
He showed his head to the members of the Justice League. Under his hat was a hole, empty inside, as if he himself were just a shell.
But the edge of this shell was now full of cracks, with tiny pieces of skin constantly rising into the air, dissipating and disappearing.
"After you little fools broke the Wall of Origin, everything went out of control. The Sea of Chaos outside the wall represents insane imagination. They manifest a state of devouring the Multiverse because of uncontrolled fantasies eroding the foundation of the world's existence. And when all fantasies dissipate, only the real Third Dimension will remain, which is the truth you were seeking before."
After making sure everyone saw his wound, the Troublemaker put his hat back on, shrugging in helplessness.
"How were you harmed? Logically, the Fifth Dimension shouldn't be affected by reality." Superman sighed deeply, unsure of how to express his inner concern.
"Breaking the Origin Wall caused imagination to run wild. Since our existence in the Fifth Dimension is based on imagination, if imagination overturns us, we'll be relegated to a lower dimension. Given that your Fourth Dimension is also disintegrating, maybe Papetua will have us working together in a concentration camp in the Third Dimension? By the way, does anyone know a guy named Schindler?"
It's that simple. The Troublemaker couldn't understand why Superman had to ask, confirming once again that upon entering the Hall of Justice, Superman's intelligence drops sharply.
"Alright, but you still haven't answered the previous question. Where does the map on Kendra's wings lead to?"
Ron seemed calmer at this point. Knowing the Troublemaker was in the same sinking ship with everyone, they could just brainstorm solutions together.
The Troublemaker didn't particularly like the green-skinned Martian, too much overlap with Superman, and not to mention ugly. However, he still answered: "It leads to the Sixth Dimension."
"Huh? There's more above the Fifth Dimension? How many dimensions are there in total?"
Barry covered his head, feeling a bit of a headache. Thinking too quickly also has downsides, like now, where it seemed his brain cells were overloading a bit.
"Come on, I'll show you what your Multiverse is like, you little brains."
The Troublemaker pulled a large disc out of his pants pocket, exactly the kind the Justice League had seen on Black Hawk Island during their battle against Barbatos.
Circles surrounding each other, like a target board disc.
On one side is the Bright Multiverse, on the other side is the Dark Multiverse, but the Troublemaker wasn't focusing on that this time.
"This is your Multiverse, and the plate that sustains your world is called the Blood Domain. Last time, the center of your Blood Domain was broken, and you all nearly got sucked into the Dark Multiverse. I think you can roughly understand what that concept means. And the substance that constitutes the Blood Domain is called Celestial Blood, which is the manifestation of normal imagination within the Multiverse."
"So where is the Sixth Dimension?"
Batman didn't let the Troublemaker continue rambling but instead asked the most concerned question.