American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 149 Observing from the sidelines, who are we from here?
Dark red light, swirling up a fission that would make even the sun tremble, a stroke of the pen, an epic of supreme destruction, writing the colors of eternal end.

In an instant, the brilliant purple stole the shimmering colors of the starry sky, rushing towards the boundless sea of ​​stars and stirring up the nebulae.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

That light, burning with the full energy of a top-tier expert, turned every star it touched into dust with unstoppable force.

The entire universe seemed to be able to feel the expansion and demise of this power, as if it carried the flavor of a dying person's last burst of energy, making a final, fatal burn!

Countless gazes converge here, whether from the absolute perception of power, from a dimensional perspective looking down, from ancient prophecies of mysticism, or from the observational eyes of technological civilization.
From hell, from heaven, from darkness, from crimson, from the nine realms, from Mount Olympus. From countless worlds that are tangible yet unattainable, déjà vu yet invisible.
"BOOM!!!!!"

Explosions, light, even sound were drowned out; the entire Namek galaxy reached the singularity of matter destruction.

This is the end of the galaxy, and also a spectacular sight rising at the junction of the northern and southern Milky Ways.

Civilizations that look from afar are fascinated and intoxicated by it, but those who are close by only feel the terror of its devastation.

In the darkness, a golden light streaked across the depths of the universe, its speed almost impossible in the material world, merging into the boundless light.

When Superman flies at full speed, his speed is almost comparable to that of the Flash, and when he transforms into a Super Saiyan, no one can imagine just how fast he can go.

At least in terms of speed, the Dragon Ball warriors who cannot break their physical limits would have a hard time competing with him.

Carrot El didn't know where he was going to stop either. Carrying Broly on his back, he just kept flying forward, like Happy Superman, flying forward without ever giving up, even if there were billions of kilometers and a ton of luggage!
No one has ever imagined what the world beyond is like.

It cannot distinguish light from darkness, colors from colors, right from wrong, black from white, nor know the reason for its rotation, nor the reason for its existence.

Only over a short period of time can a place that resembles a starry sky be created, exuding an endless silence.

One star is a whole eon.

Those indestructible laws have divided countless bizarre and fantastical timelines and spatial lines!
The gods are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, endless and inexhaustible.

Living beings span billions of species, and there is nothing that can be more amazing than this!

Beyond the anchor point lies a world of countless daunting origin walls, a distance that cannot be described by the word "distance."

That thin barrier, no matter how powerful you are, with the ability to shake the heavens and the earth, or the power to annihilate all things, cannot be moved even a fraction of its thickness.

What's terrifying, however, is that those "stars" encased in the Origin Wall are still expanding at an unobservable speed within this vast ocean.

In that ocean where the universe is the star, there is a very inconspicuous place that is firmly bound together by countless regular connecting objects that are observed in the form of chains.

Its existence is like a screw used for fixing, slowly enveloped by several particularly conspicuous and huge "stars".

And among the many gaps left by the giant chain, countless tiny stars secretly tied together a bunch of tiny threads.

Those thin lines have a beautiful name: timelines.

And those enormous star systems seem to have their own names, such as DC, Marvel, or like giant Dragon Balls, or like a sharp sword with its edge fully exposed!

Some are childlike, some are sacred, some are dark, and some are like pollution, difficult to understand and difficult to observe.

But it seems that no one cares whether this little screw, which is tied to countless timelines, will collapse as a result.

No star worries that the thin thread it has cast to hold it might be the final straw that breaks the camel's back. That universe, like a nail, anchors countless infinitely expanding worlds, and these universes are growing bigger and bigger like a snowball!

The larger and more infinite the universe is, the faster and more infinitely the timeline splits, and the faster it expands.

In order to ensure their existence as the source in the ocean of the universe, they choose to use the copyrights that they dare not touch on each other as a means of attraction.

That tiny screw is precisely the lever used to connect the force transmission mechanism!
Suddenly, a slight crack appeared on one of the chains on the screw!
In an instant, the moment the chain cracked, countless tiny stars greedily stretched out their fine threads, eager to tie themselves to it!

However, at that moment, before their timelines could even get close, an immeasurable hand in the name of creation reached out from a vast star system.

Countless thin threads that tried to approach it were torn apart. The fingertips that lightly brushed across the surface, in the name of God, wrote this insignificant stroke, causing everything to crumble and vanish.

God, the most indescribable being in all stories, is the supreme faith even outside the fourth wall!

In a sense, he could do far more outside the Origin Wall than most symbolic figures.

As his movement ended, the mark left by that finger transformed into an even larger chain, deeply hooking the anchor universe.

"Ugh"

The moment the chains bound them, a sigh of an old man could be faintly heard in the sea of ​​stars, and some star-like things flowed into it from their own universes along the chains.

If the universe is a giant cup, then this chain is like the tea poured into it, turning the originally murky color golden.

Those wispy, star-like specks seem to be completing the composition of that world, injecting new things after some things were deleted.

This makes it more stable and harder amidst constant changes.

Soon, as this scene came to an end, the old man's huge hand slowly withdrew.

Seeing this, the many fine lines that had been hovering around the anchor universe eventually retracted silently.

However, the timeline that has already passed cannot be reversed; it can only be cut off and gradually dissipate into the starry sea of ​​the universe.

With this one strike, countless more lives were erased.

Time seemed to stand still.

It was as if countless eyes were meeting each other at the highest level.

This moment may have taken billions of years, or it may have only lasted a moment.

In the end, everything returned to calm.

The old man was merely the first to reach out, but certainly not the only one who wanted to.
As an even larger chain wrapped around the barrier of the universe's origin, Carrot El, who was surrounded by golden light, seemed to sense something and involuntarily stopped looking!

"Broly, do you understand?"

"That's the meaning behind everything I do."

(End of this chapter)