Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 237 Man and Superman
The magnificent temple was pure white, and any filth would be burned away by the white flames. The source of all this glory sat high on the throne, solemn and majestic.

Even Cain had never seen this scene before, but he had heard his father talk about it...

Crystal Sky.

In the very distant past, God created angels, and the angels in turn created the entire celestial realm. The Moon, Mercury, Venus, Sun, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn each have an archangel residing in them, and above these seven celestial realms lies the celestial realm where God resides—the Crystal Heaven, the primordial core of the universe.

"It was a pure white world, utterly pure. There, pure white light was like white flame, capable of burning everything. Even the archangels would have their physical bodies burned away, appearing before God only as pure spirits..."

Adam, with his thick beard, calmly told his child about the heavens...

Memories flowed through his mind like water, but his heart remained cold and unmoved, like stone. He simply lowered his head again, no longer looking at the dark figure.

At the head of the table sat a dark being radiating boundless light, seemingly holding something in its hand.

"Humans... even for me, that's a very distant thing..."

A low, slow voice rang out.

None of the monsters understood what the man meant when he said that not only were the monsters once human, but even this dark being was once human.

This is no secret, because the Dark Ones have not made any effort to conceal it. It is just that only a very few people know that the enemy of God, Satan, once had a past concerning humanity, although it was only a brief and insignificant experience compared to his long history, and Cain was one of those very few.

We are human beings too.

This statement was addressed to the high seated darkness.

As for what the man said, the seated figure in the darkness remained silent, offering no response for a long time.

"hidden."

Hearing that voice, the man kneeling on one knee lowered his head and calmly replied.

"Yes."

Have you read this Superman story?

Unexpectedly, the darkness did not mention what had just happened to the man, but simply spoke in a strange tone. Its voice seemed to be that of a woman, yet it carried a certain indescribable sense of authority.

As he spoke, the darkness casually tossed the object in its hand toward the man's side.

"puff."

It wasn't some ancient artifact, nor some treasure engraved with runes, but a thin comic book. The cover depicted a muscular man wearing a blue bodysuit and a red cape, his face resolute, looking down at the world below, with the bright moon behind him.

"No."

The man lowered his head and answered calmly.

All living things around him will die; when he reaches out to a flower, the flower will wither; when he touches a tree, the tree will decay; the earth beneath his feet will turn to sand; even stones will crumble as if they have endured a thousand years of wind and frost.

This was one of the curses that granted him his immortality. It was as if an invisible barrier existed around him, keeping almost everyone at bay, including powerful monsters who dared not approach him. For a long time in his life, only one woman was by his side, and long, long ago, that woman, the only one who was not afraid of his curse, had died.

After that, he wandered the earth alone for countless years, occasionally talking to a few people, and never personally came into contact with any civilized creations, let alone read any comics.

"Come to think of it, this seems to be a story I read when I was human. After all, it's a world that's both real and unreal, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the dark figure sitting high chuckled softly, seemingly lost in a distant memory.

"This is an interesting story about a god on earth who possesses the omniscience, omnipotence, and omnibenevolence of a god, yet lives like a mortal and experiences the stories that unfold in the mortal world."

"He possessed strength, wisdom, and kindness surpassing all others. He was called 'Superman,' a being beyond human comprehension. His heart was filled with an inhuman divinity. In all the stories, he was more like a god than a human. He could have been a savior, he could have changed the entire world, but he failed to do so..."

"Yin, why do you think this is?"

Darkness leaned back slightly, reclining on the throne. A pair of cold eyes, vaguely visible on its indistinct form, opened and looked down at the kneeling man at its feet.

The man kneeling before it listened calmly, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, before finally shaking his head. Darkness grinned and chuckled inexplicably.

"Because he is a human being."

“I still vaguely remember how I felt when I was human. I followed the morality spoken of by mortals, was diligent and kind, tried not to hurt others, and got along well with everyone. People said I was an upright and good person.”

“I still remember how I felt at that time. The little insects felt very vulnerable, so they were filled with fear of the world and afraid of death. In order to resist wild animals, disease, and this unpredictable world, they tried to unite and manage this huge world of little insects in the name of morality and law.”

"That's true. After all, the little insects are too weak. Only by uniting can they create a better future..."

Surprisingly, the deep female voice didn't belittle the little insects it was talking about. Instead, it offered a few words of praise, as it looked down at the man in front of it, its pupils, like black holes, inexplicably contracting.

"but……"

"How can we be subject to the rules that govern insects?"

His voice turned cold.

“More than a hundred years ago, when I was still sealed away, a mortal found the statue that had sealed me away. His name was Nietzsche. Yin, you’ve met him, haven’t you?”

"Yes."

When confronted with the dark entity, the man answered calmly.

He once said that there have always been two moral systems among mankind: one is slave morality, which demands tolerance, compassion, forbearance, and kindness, and takes good and evil as its moral standard; the other is master morality, which demands rationality, calmness, and decisiveness, and takes advantage and disadvantage as its moral standard.

"Kindness is not necessarily beneficial; a kind person can also do bad things due to impulsiveness. And a cold-blooded and cruel person is not necessarily harmful; a cold-blooded politician can also benefit the people. Slave morality requires people to take not harming others as their moral principle, but from the perspective of master morality, it may be a very foolish thing. If a king chooses to surrender because he cannot bear to kill the enemy army, resulting in the massacre of his own people, would people think he is a good person? No, people would only think he is stupid, even though he was clearly trying not to harm others."

“Ancient Viking kings prided themselves on their hearts being as cold as stone, because a heart as cold as stone proved their calm and rationality.”

"Slave morality is a requirement for ordinary people, because for ordinary people, as long as they don't harm others, they are already good people. But for the strong, it is foolish for someone with great power and wisdom to still practice slave morality."

"Slave morality and master morality, intertwined repeatedly, have together constructed the entirety of human history..."

"The weak who try to possess the morality of a master will only bring disaster upon themselves, while the strong who follow the morality of a slave will also bring disaster upon themselves."

Looking down at the man at her feet, her pupils slowly dilated.

“Yin, do you know that the god who transformed into an insect is very similar to this superman? It has almost omnipotent power and omniscient wisdom. Until the very end when I defeated it, its power was actually far superior to mine, but it still lost. Why? Because it became more and more like a human.”

"It is a benevolent god born in accordance with the desires of mortals, a god who does not do evil and is no longer omnipotent, but precisely because of this, it has trapped itself."

"Superman knows how to change the world, and he has the power and goodwill to do so, but in the end, he is just as mediocre as other mortals, only able to fight crime and arrest criminals in vain, becoming a vigilante policeman rather than a savior who changes the world. His goodwill allows him to have pity and compassion for mortals, but his goodwill also binds him. He is unwilling to do anything that would tarnish his kind heart, and he is unwilling to do what he considers evil in order to change the whole world."

"Possessing the power of a god, yet having the heart of a human, transcending humanity yet still adhering to the human way of thinking. Called Superman, yet still human... Hehehe, that's the little bug."

He commented in this way, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Accompanied by a low laugh, the god? demon? radiating infinite light and heat rose from its throne, its deep purple lips, jet-black pupils, and its overly beautiful naked body only instilling a profound sense of terror.

Out of the corner of his eye, that radiant and dazzling body cast a huge shadow, enveloping the man.

"Tap...tap..."

Accompanied by footsteps, that overwhelmingly powerful and beautiful life was approaching the kneeling man.

"Yin...you betrayed me, didn't you?"

He spoke in a deep voice.

The man, who remained expressionless, knelt on one knee, but his fingers seemed to twitch slightly involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)