I, Silver Superman, have been upgraded to Omniscient and Omnipotent.

He was fighting Earth's superheroes while battling gods from outer space, laughing maniacally and displaying extreme arrogance; otherwise, even Aristam wouldn't have been attracted to him.

The young man, trampling gods underfoot and punching superheroes, arrogantly proclaimed, "Who else? Who else can rival my disciples? A bunch of trash, unable to even beat a mere mortal like me, yet they dare to call themselves superheroes, gods, ugh..."

Not satisfied with just cursing, the disciple spat at the crowd, looking down at them with extreme disdain and disgust.

boom!

"what!"

The disciple kicked a powerful god, sending him flying with a scream. The god crashed into the arriving superheroes, knocking them over. The disciple was pleased; his kick had hit its mark. He spoke with an air of arrogance.

"What a bunch of trash, not one of them can fight!"

A superhero rushed over and unleashed a barrage of punches.

The disciple sneered upon seeing this, instantly copying the attack and amplifying it countless times to deliver a convincing counterattack. The combination punches he unleashed were even more powerful than the original user's, with strength, speed, and agility many times faster.

boom!

The superhero was sent flying, his face filled with shock. "No, how can you copy my fighting style, and even enhance it?"

The disciple sneered, "What's so difficult about this? Surprised, you piece of trash!"

"Shut up, you scum of society! You possess great power yet are utterly useless. You even ate your meal without paying! Die!" a god roared.

A superhero, wanting to argue, meekly said, "Aren't you a god? You've moved away from Earth, so what business is it of yours if he doesn't pay for his meals?"

Countless superheroes were dumbfounded. What kind of bizarre question is this?

Countless gods were astonished. We are helping you, do you know that? Is this question important?

Just when everyone thought the god wouldn't answer him, unexpectedly, the god seemed to be seriously recalling something and spoke.

"Although I moved away from Earth, I was once a mortal. I worked my way up to my current position step by step. Because I was once a mortal, I know how difficult life is for mortals. We earn a little money to survive. We have to spend money everywhere in life. This person didn't pay after eating, which reminded me of my past struggles to earn money. So I must teach him a lesson, or even kill him!"

Everyone suddenly realized, "So that's how it is," and couldn't help but sigh.

"A god who never forgets his original intention, what a good god!"

The disciple scoffed, a murderous glint in his eyes: "I have power now. I will become Homelander. Pay? I'm being lenient by not shooting. Get out of my way, you bunch of superheroes and gods!"

He was originally an ordinary person on Earth, but recently he suddenly and inexplicably gained the ability to replicate and stack infinitely.

At first, he thought it was a dream and didn't take it seriously. However, the feeling of reality lasted for several days, which made it hard for him to recover for a while. Eventually, he could no longer suppress his inner desires and began to look down on everyone and do whatever he wanted.

The disciple's words enraged everyone, and the deity who had spoken earlier roared...

"Disciple, I don't know where your power comes from, but you are clearly not worthy of wielding such power. For the safety of the Earth, I will nip you in the bud. Die!"

The divine power within his body coalesced, transforming into countless arrows that roared forth, along with an incomparably scorching flame. The fierce offensive and killing intent enveloped the disciple.

The disciple's eyes narrowed, and he sneered.

"Well done!"

These idiots probably don't realize that if someone attacks them, they can instantly replicate that attack perfectly.

In an instant, the disciple possessed the same vast divine power as that god, and similarly conjured countless arrows and flames to attack the opponent.

"What?! You can not only copy the abilities of Earth's superheroes, but also the abilities of an ancient being like me! I am not the inferior being whose abilities you copied before!" The ancient being was shocked.

The enemy is stronger than I imagined; they copy without any restraint!

Boom!

The ancient god was defeated in the clash, instantly blasted away, coughing up blood, and slammed heavily to the ground, dead!

Countless superheroes and gods were awestruck.

"Disciple, how...how are you so strong?"

"Heh heh, you bunch of trash, my power is beyond your imagination!" The disciple grinned smugly, extremely arrogant!

Everyone: "You...!"

The disciple shouted sharply

"Die, all of you! I want to be as powerful as Ye Ritian. After I kill you all, I'll challenge him, copy his abilities, and then I'll be the most invincible person in the entire universe! Who else will there be?!"

The disciple rushed out at an astonishing speed, using the teleportation copied from the gods, and killed most of the superheroes with a single punch, leaving the superheroes terrified.

The disciple unleashed punch after punch, kick after kick, each strike carrying immense force. The overwhelming power quickly killed the superheroes of the world.

The disciple turned around, glaring fiercely at the gods on the other side, and grinned cruelly, saying, "Your turn, you trash!"

The gods panicked: "We surrender, please forgive us..."

Bang!

Rumble!

The disciple's powerful punch created a miracle, blasting the gods to death and crushing them with his telekinesis.

The gods are dead!

boom!

The disciple kicked a corpse aside and roared to the sky.

"Who else? Who else is strong enough to fight my disciples? A bunch of trash, not a single one of them can handle it!"

The surrounding area was littered with the corpses of superheroes and gods, and rivers of blood flowed. Countless ordinary people hid far away, while the disciples roared to the sky, arrogant and domineering!

brush!

Perhaps even the heavens could no longer tolerate the disciple's arrogance. A fantastical cloth bag fell from the sky, swiftly and accurately covering the disciple's head, preventing him from seeing the world.

"Who is it? Who ambushed me, the world's most handsome guy, from behind my disciple? If you've got the guts, step forward and see who's stronger!"

This sudden scene terrified the disciple, who hurriedly grabbed the bag and cursed angrily.

Swish!

A mechanical figure landed behind the disciple and, with lightning speed, grabbed him and sealed him inside an hourglass. The disciple was cursing wildly, unaware of who had attacked him.

Arithm stared at the little creature in utter astonishment.

"This little thing is so powerful?? It has infinite replication and infinite stacking capabilities? How could such a terrifying being be born in the universe? Creator, are you aware of this?"

After a pause, Aristom examined the disciple closely, scanning him carefully, and was suddenly shocked to find that he couldn't even determine the guy's origins!

…………

the other side

Earth where Molecular Man lives

The Primal Transcendent descended to Earth as an invisible beam of light, hovering near the Molecule Man, its presence imperceptible even to him.

"Is this the world I see in the realm beyond? Books, movies, songs, dances, life! All those different kinds of people have lives just like me, and I should also have a body."

This light was not visible to outsiders.

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On the big screen, there was a figure, and the person in the picture was none other than Michael Jordan in a documentary.

"Here he is!"

Chapter 157 The Primal Transcendent Experiencing Life

Thus, the original transcendent transformed into an NBA superstar dressed in basketball attire, gaining a physical form that anyone could see.

He began to imitate human walking, strutting down the street with his head held high. He passed through the large square, crossed the traffic lights, and came to the sidewalk. Occasionally, passersby mistook him for the superstar Jordan, but they just smiled and said that it was fake, how could they possibly meet a star?

Are internet celebrities now willing to go to any lengths to transform themselves into idols in order to become famous? People look at the original supermodels with pity, wondering, "Are you living for yourself, or just imitating others?"

The one who surpassed him had no idea about any of this, otherwise he would have fiercely shoved his head into the road and roared, "Open your dog eyes and look at me! How do I resemble Jordan? I am who I am. I just came into this world. You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Suddenly, a robber appeared and ran out, leading the transcendent into a sparsely populated alley.

He slammed the Superman against the wall, causing a slight crack. The thug held a knife to the Superman's neck and said menacingly.

"Hey kid, I'm sorry to tell you, but you're lucky enough to have caught my eye. Hand over the money now, or your virginity might be in jeopardy!"

The robber stared greedily at the body of the Primal Transcendent.

"What is money? I ask you, what is the meaning of life? Why do I live? Who am I, and why am I here?"

The Primal Transcendent was slightly angry. He was walking perfectly fine on his own, and you brought him here. However, he held back his anger. He was eager to know his mission and why he was born.

Enraged, the thug slapped the transcendent: "You bastard, what are you talking about? No money? The meaning of life? What's wrong with you, trying to be philosophical!"

Upon seeing the slap coming, the Primal Transcendent's eyes changed. "You want to hit me?" He responded with a slap of his own.

Snapped!

The fan extinguished the thugs' figures, shattering them into molecules that dissipated into the void.

The Primal Transcendent straightened his collar and glared at the thug who had vanished into thin air, shouting angrily, "What the hell is going on? Don't you even know the meaning of life? Why do I live?!"

Leaving the alley, I walked back onto the main street, looking around, ready to ask the next person what the meaning of life is!

Suddenly, he saw a Black man drinking beer in a store, so he went over and, looking quite the part, grabbed a bottle too.

He held the glass bottle opening to his mouth, without even opening the cap, leaving the shop owner and the person being imitated astonished.

Click!