American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

"Although all of this is indeed a bit too unbelievable for us, thanks."

On the deserted shore, facing the rising sun, Dean stood beside Alex, smiling as he extended his hand.

"Being able to personally take down those two birdmen, I can say it was worth it. From the beginning of our family's demon hunting until now, so many things have happened. But now, at least, all of that is coming to an end."

Alex nodded and reached out to shake Dean's hand, saying, "We're friends, aren't we? So, saying thanks feels a bit formal."

In Alex's view, this was merely a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Alex himself needed the powerful angelic energy from Lucifer and Michael, while Dean and Sam had to stop the Apocalypse themselves. Now, the outcome was beneficial to both sides, and the battle didn't cause much harm or fallout.

After all, who would really care about a small island disappearing in the Pacific?

"Alex, you don't know how crucial this event was for us. Our parents, our brothers, our friends—anyone connected to us ended up with nothing but a bad outcome."

Sam, standing beside them, said seriously, "To be honest, being able to completely resolve this matter, we're truly grateful to you. And of course, to the heroes of the Justice League."

With Lucifer dead, the demonic power within Sam had been alleviated. Although he didn't know what the future held, at least for now, he could live like a normal person.

"Though I don't really want to be a downer, I still need to remind you, this matter isn't truly 'over.'"

After a pause, Alex continued, speaking more seriously.

"By now, you should both understand the existence of that God. As long as he exists, you can't truly say your lives are over. For him, all it takes is a tap of the keyboard, and your lives will keep on going."

"Hmm."

Hearing Alex's words, Dean and Sam's expressions turned grim.

They understood that Alex wasn't just trying to scare them. As creations of God, all life on this world was under His control.

It wasn't just them—those gods and powerful beings, too, were all bound by God's influence. No being could escape this, and even after death, they couldn't escape His reach.

Seemingly seeing their thoughts, Alex sighed softly and patted their shoulders.

"But you don't need to worry too much. Since Lucifer and Michael were killed and He still didn't intervene, that means it's highly likely that He won't interfere with this universe anymore."

The reason Alex hadn't acted earlier, even to kill the two archangels, was because he relied on Dean and Sam to handle it. His goal was to prevent God from stepping in.

While others might not understand Chuck's power, Alex knew very well that as long as He wanted, Chuck could manipulate the energy of the universe to strike at them.

Although Alex and the others weren't from this universe and weren't His creations, so Chuck couldn't immediately reduce them to ash, the guy who played with meteors as though they were nothing wasn't someone to be underestimated.

If Chuck truly intended to go to war with them, it wouldn't just be one island destroyed—it could very well mean the end of the entire universe.

Perhaps Chuck didn't want to destroy the world, or maybe he wasn't confident that he could defeat all of them, but whatever the reason, since Chuck hadn't shown up, everything seemed to have reached a conclusion.

"How are you so sure Chuck won't intervene in this world?" Dean asked, curious.

"This?"

Alex smiled, sizing up Dean and Sam, unsure of how to start.

The brothers felt uncomfortable under Alex's gaze. Finally, Dean couldn't stand it anymore, lightly pushing Alex and saying, "Stop with the riddles, brother. Just tell me."

Alex stroked his chin, carefully choosing his words.

"You both know that this world is made up of purest energy, right? Everything can be traded through the right method."

"Yeah, soul trading. Demons love to do that, but what does this have to do with us?"

"Soul, that's just the part you can see. There are other energies that ordinary people can't see, but they're just as crucial," Alex explained.

"Such as?" Dean and Sam both perked up, intrigued.

"Luck, brothers."

"Luck?"

Dean and Sam exchanged a confused glance.

Seeing their confusion, Alex sighed heavily and said,

"Aren't you curious about one thing? Why have you never been troubled by 'small matters' all this time?"

"Every time you guys swipe a stolen credit card, there's always money. The big messes you cause calm down after a few days, and even if you're on TV, the real FBI never comes after you. You've never even gotten sick in all these years."

Upon hearing the examples Alex gave, Dean and Sam leaned back, their eyes wide in astonishment, as if they had just woken up from a dream. They began recalling the events that had happened, and it all suddenly clicked in their minds.

As they reminisced, past events flashed like a revolving lantern in their minds. Finally, they understood that the path they had taken to this point was all connected.

"Wait, so you're saying... Chuck gave us... that thing, what do you call it? The lucky rabbit's foot, yes, that's it. Chuck, he put the lucky rabbit's foot on us?" Dean asked dryly.

"That's one way to put it. Heroes always need some luck, it makes their stories more complicated and interesting, and it lets more people enjoy them," Alex shrugged.

Luck is something that's hard to identify, but without it, normal people would have a hard time surviving.

In the original story, Chuck had shown Sam some images of the future, where without Chuck's protection, the brothers had died in various gruesome ways.

One of the closest possibilities was that they both got infected by vampires during a hunt, only to be killed by fellow hunters who arrived later.

It's important to note that Dean had been infected by a vampire before, but they managed to cure him with an ancient secret medicine. If they could do it back then, why couldn't they do it now?

That's where 'luck' had been playing a role.

"Alright, I thought the signs would be stranger, but it turns out that for all this time, I never paid attention to something so obvious," Sam said, a bit annoyed. Unlike Dean, Sam had lived a relatively normal life for a while. If he had been more focused on these issues back then, maybe he would have realized something was off.

But there were no "what ifs." From the moment Dean had knocked on his door, everything changed. Endless troubles followed, leaving him no time to think about such mundane things.

"Wait, so what you're saying is, we now..." Dean pointed at himself and Sam, trailing off, but Alex understood what he meant.

"Yes. I can clearly feel that when I gave you guys the buff earlier, the extra luck you had completely vanished. Of course, your own luck is still there, it's just..."

Alex raised his hand, making a small gesture.

"...it's just a bit too little."

Hearing this, both Dean and Sam felt a chill run down their spines.

They had experienced the difference luck could make before. Among their father John Winchester's collection was a cursed lucky rabbit's foot.

That thing could bring huge good luck to the bearer, but it would eventually take everything back, stealing the user's life with all sorts of accidents.

Dean never wanted to experience that kind of misfortune again.

So, he quickly asked, "Isn't there any way to fix this? I'm not asking for perfect luck, but at least it shouldn't drop off so quickly."

"Don't worry. In your world, there are plenty of ways to increase luck. For example, the Goddess of Luck or the Goddess of Fortune could give you the kind of luck ancient heroes had."

Alex murmured thoughtfully, then smiled as he changed the topic.

"However, we don't need to make things that complicated. Like I said, we're friends. When Michael and Lucifer died, I made sure to transfer their luck to you guys."

"Really!?" Dean and Sam exclaimed with joy.

"Of course, it's true. And this is something they owe you, isn't it?"

Alex crossed his arms and smiled lightly.

Without Chuck's interference, and without the pressure from Michael and Lucifer, the universe was about to follow an unknown path. No one could predict what would happen next.

But for Dean and Sam, this was good news. Without Chuck watching over this parallel universe, the brothers could at least live a peaceful life for a while.

Looking at the brothers, Alex took a deep breath, feeling deeply moved.

And even if they faced danger in the future, with the two of them supporting each other, they'd surely be able to overcome it.

As for Alex, it was time to focus on the matters of the zombie universe.

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