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

The sound of shattering glass rang out as the Primal Transcendent bit into the beer glass, sending countless shards of glass and liquid gushing out.

嘎巴

Gaba!

"It doesn't taste very good, but the flavor is just okay. Not bad, not bad, I like it...!"

The boss, the thug being imitated, and the onlookers who happened to witness this scene stared dumbfounded at the original transcendent, thinking to themselves, "Is this guy an idiot? Not only did he get plastic surgery to look like someone else and live a muddle-headed life, but he also lost his original intelligence?!"

Seeing the spilled drinks and cracked beer bottles, the boss reacted instantly, rushing over and grabbing the Primal Transcendent by the collar.

"Shit, you brat, you owe me money!"

Ok?

"Money? What is money? Why should I give you money?"

The original transcendent looked puzzled.

Shocking! In this day and age, there are still people who don't recognize money. Did this person escape from a mental hospital?

The boss said menacingly, "Shut up, you lunatic! Of course you have to pay for what you buy. Otherwise, why would someone give it to you for no reason? You drank my wine, so you have to pay me to buy it. This is my due reward!"

After saying that, he gave the Primal Transcendent a push, only to find that he couldn't move him. Instantly, he became so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged!

The Primal Transcendent tilted its head, looking completely innocent and puzzled.

"Do you have money? Let me see, so I can see if I have any."

"What kind of lunatic is this? Why are you taking other people's things when you don't even have any money?" The shopkeeper angrily pulled out US dollars from his pocket and cursed.

"You lunatic! See this? This is money, isn't it?"

Upon seeing the money, the Primal Transcendent nodded honestly: "Oh, it's this. I don't have it!"

The boss was furious: "What? You didn't have it and you want me to show it to you? You dare to play me for a fool!"

He suddenly charged forward and threw a punch at the one who had surpassed him.

The Transcendent One remained expressionless. "You want to hit me?"

My instinctive reaction was to push him.

boom!

The shop owner was shoved five meters away, staggering and falling to the ground. He glared venomously at the Primal Transcendent: "You bought something and didn't pay, then you hit me! I'm calling the police...!"

Get ready to take out your phone!

The original transcendent had previously imitated the person drinking beer, and the thug hurriedly stepped forward and rushed over to block the boss.

"No, no, wait a minute, boss. This man is my cousin. He just recovered from surgery at the hospital and hasn't taken his medication yet. I'm so sorry, I'll pay for his!"

The thug quickly pulled out money to pay the boss, even giving him several times the amount to cover his medical expenses. This made the boss immediately stop his planned call to the police and his angry shouts.

The boss cursed, "You two bastards, if you're sick, just take care of yourselves! What are you doing out here?!"

The thugs agreed repeatedly, not daring to refute, and pulled the man away from the noisy crowd to another street.

He wasn't being kind; he was after the ability of the transcendent—to bite a glass bottle without any damage, indicating he was no ordinary person, but rather a potential future superhero.

The thug said, "My friend, you have to pay to buy things. You give someone money, and they give you what you want. It's an exchange of one thing for another, a fair trade. In this world, you can't get anywhere without money. Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it. Do you understand?"

The Primal Transcendent seemed to be deep in thought: Is this why that person harbored hatred and negative emotions towards me, and even resorted to violence and verbal abuse?

It turns out that he was so rude to me because I didn't have any money. Money is everything, and everyone loves money. I understand now.

So he casually pointed to a large house next to him, and his Midas touch burst forth from his fingertips, instantly transforming the large house into a glittering golden house.

A golden world, forged from gold, appeared in an instant. The thug was terrified by the sight. He felt as if he had entered a magnificent kingdom, with gold filling his eyes everywhere.

The Primal Transcendent asked doubtfully, "Is this considered money? If not, I can conjure up what you humans call jade, diamonds, antiques, porcelain, paintings, calligraphy, weapons, longswords, terracotta warriors, etc. Do you think these count as money?"

The thug didn't dwell on the problematic language, such as "what you humans say." At this moment, he was blinded by money, indulging in a life of luxury and debauchery. His mind was blank, unable to comprehend what was happening before him. Could a person really turn stone into gold?

He was excited, sensing a business opportunity, and exclaimed...

"Hey, listen up, friend, what's your name?"

The Primal Transcendent nodded: "I'm listening, my name is Jordan!"

Jordan? Isn't that the basketball superstar? Uh, you two do look a bit alike. You're trying to become famous and make money by imitating him, right? It's okay, I'll keep it a secret for you. The thug was lost in thought.

Getting back to the point, he said, "Listen, Jordan, we're good friends. This money-making ability is something we can only use privately. No one else can know, and you absolutely cannot give the money to anyone else or help them make money, understand?"

The one who surpassed was puzzled, but still agreed: "Huh?!"

Seeing that the surpasser agreed, the thug was overjoyed, as if he could already see a bright future, and continued to dream, "Yes, that's it, buddy!"

Those who transcended this thought also felt they had found the true meaning of life: money is omnipotent, and that's life.

The two started walking arm in arm towards the bustling city.

And so, the petty thug, relying on the power of the transcendent, easily became the emperor of the underworld.

He has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, owns countless mansions and luxury cars, and has a different beautiful woman every hour.

The two of them spent their days indulging in a life of debauchery and extravagance.

The original transcendent being was quite content, indulging in a life of hedonistic pleasures every day; this was the meaning of life.

I never expected that I would achieve my lifelong dream so quickly.

There's nothing left to strive for; suddenly, I feel that this is the meaning of life!

This kind of life went on for several months.

Meanwhile, the Molecule Man had long since gone into hiding. Perhaps by coincidence, the two never met and remained unaware of each other's existence.

Ye Ritian witnessed everything that happened on Earth and was very satisfied. He guessed that it was the guys from the Transcendent God Clan who were causing trouble behind the scenes. Now was not the time for Molecule Man to recognize the Primal Transcendent, otherwise he would have punched Molecule Man to death.

"Very good, the Primal Transcendent is still that big fool. Not bad, not bad. You little rascal, you managed to get your arm around the Primal Transcendent. Remember, this is the peak moment of your life!" Ye Ritian exclaimed.

It's fortunate that this original Beyonder is based on the comic book character design; otherwise, if he were different, he wouldn't be able to make any plans.

A series of events on this Earth attracted the attention of countless top beings. Gods looked towards this planet, and one person, who seemed somewhat special and strange, was named the Primal Transcendent.

Yes, this name was given to them by the will of the universe, as if he was born with this name. Anyone who sees him will unconsciously call out his name: the Primal Transcendent.

"Gentlemen, something's wrong with this planet; it's giving off a strange vibe..."

"So you guys noticed too, I knew it..."

"Who is this so-called Primal Transcendent One? Even I can't figure out his origins..."

One after another, these top-tier beings, gods who could sweep across countless universes and stand at the pinnacle, now showed deep confusion in front of the Primal Transcendent One.

What's wrong with this guy?

What exactly makes the original transcendent beings different?

on the earth

After months of decadent living, the transcendent finally woke up, but he still felt confused: Is this life? Why am I so tired of it? I still haven't found the meaning of life!

"I'm fed up, I don't want to live like this anymore!"

The transcendent one said indifferently, "With beauties on one side and money on the other, I've lost all interest in food. Money is nothing but dirt to me now, easily obtained."

From initial novelty to gradual disgust, those sheets of paper, supposedly representing the meaning of life, were nothing more than worthless waste paper printed by people, and he was fed up with it all.

"Hey, my friend, you're already disgusted? This is life!" The thug walked over with two beautiful women on his arms.

The Transcendent coldly shook his head: "No, I've had enough of this life. This existence is meaningless. There's no value here anymore. I'm going to find the meaning of life elsewhere!"

Seeing that the idiot was about to leave, the thug became unhappy. "Fine, you want to know the meaning of life, huh? I don't believe you can actually do that."

"Hey, don't go, my old buddy. Since you're so eager to know the meaning of life, I'll tell you the truth!"

The thug looked as if he had something difficult to say, and said to the transcendent with a heavy expression.

Seeing this, the one who surpassed him became extremely interested and excited: "So you've always known what a person's life is, what the meaning of life is! Tell me quickly!"

The thug said seriously, "In my opinion, the meaning of life is to live. We are born to die, to earn everything we have, but we can't take it with us when we die. Nobody knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. So we should enjoy this short life and live in the moment."

Over the past few months, you've often said you won't die, but I don't know if you're telling the truth, or how powerful you really are. You possess the ability to be immortal, while we don't. We ordinary people will all die; death will come sooner or later.

"For us, the meaning of life is to live forever. Death is our greatest fear. Once a person dies, nothing is left, and all the meaning of life will come to an end. So we must live well!" The thug rattled off a long string of words, speaking with righteous indignation.

He thought to himself with a sneer, "Jordan, let's see how you do this now! Haha, I don't believe you can make us immortal! I'll trick you into staying by my side, you can't leave!"

The Transcendent was completely dumbfounded: "No way? No way? So the meaning of life is this simple: to live forever and live well?"

Is this the true meaning of life? What you said makes so much sense.

The Primal Transcendent One suddenly looked up, gazing at the Death of the Creator God beyond the universe. With a swift movement, it grasped a black-robed drum tower from the void.

The Primal Transcendent said with a grin

"Let me introduce you. This is the goddess of death, the deity who controls death. Once she dies, there will be no more death in the world."

Death was terrified. She had just been observing the other four creator gods from afar when she unexpectedly appeared here. She stared at the man in front of her with fear in her eyes.

"What is the origin of this person called the Primal Transcendent? Why is he so powerful? He is much more powerful than Ye Ritian and Adam Court!"

The planet before us is a typical mortal world, where everyone is normal. However, two people on this planet are extremely strange: a scientist named Owen and a terrifying man called the Primal Transcendent.

Death was so frightened that he couldn't utter a single word. Why were all the powerful beings gathered on this ordinary planet? What kind of beings were they that made him unable to even muster the slightest thought of resistance?