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

"Wait... what's going on? Who?! Who ambushed this great hero, the God of Knowledge?!"

Metron was startled by this sudden turn of events and cried out in panic.

He hurriedly tried to escape by maneuvering the Möbius Chair, but it was too late; the giant hand would not allow him to do as he wished.

A mechanical, electronic voice came from under my buttocks.

"Alarm, alarm!"

"A powerful, unknown entity has been detected attempting to capture us. Host, please devise a solution quickly!"

"Program started running... calculating escape plans and success probabilities... unable to calculate!!!"

The Möbius Chair suddenly erupted with terrifying light, desperately resisting the bizarre giant hand and attempting to reinforce the spatial barrier to hinder its progress.

Immediately afterwards, this stalemate of resistance was broken in an instant, and the massive hand swept in fiercely, shattering this galaxy.

Metron's face paled drastically, and he screamed hysterically, "What can I do? I'm nothing without you! Möbius Chair, think of something, you bastard!"

He's actually just a complete novice. All that talk about being a god of knowledge is pure nonsense; he's completely reliant on that chair. Without it, he's nothing. When it comes to real problems, he's faster than anyone else at running away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Möbius, just as he had expected, unleashed an even more dazzling brilliance, with rays of light shimmering with extraordinary charm, as if he were truly trying to find a solution.

Seeing this, Metron was extremely excited and hurriedly said, "Quick, take me out of this space, Chair God!"

Bang!

Rumble!

The Möbius Chair suddenly began to shake violently and irregularly, as if it were being pulled and pushed violently. Metron, who was sitting on it, was shaken so violently that he felt like he was going to die, and his whole body was covered in goosebumps.

"Mobius Chair, what are you doing? Why are you shaking for no reason?" Metron felt a chill run down his spine.

This bizarre scene was like a coffin lid coming back to life; it spontaneously came to life, struggling and turning incessantly, which terrified him so much that he held onto the armrests of the chair tightly, trying to calm him down.

"Oh no! We've been hacked! The program has been tampered with!!!"

The Möbius Chair issued a strong warning, its internal programs running wildly, code being typed out one by one, and the powerful defense system firewall was instantly breached. A strange and unpredictable powerful will quickly entered its body, entered the core program, and gradually changed everything.

The Möbius Chair froze.

"I've been hacked??"

This unique IP address, never seen before, and the unknown signal emanating from that eerie hand—the source of this power is utterly incomprehensible. The willpower, transformed into electronic signals, deciphered its program from a variety of bizarre and unscientific angles. Is this really necessary? This is seriously deviating from scientific principles…

"Calculation detected an unknown system, an unseen force illegally intruding, containing a vast spiritual will and consciousness, currently connecting to the channel to enter... Unable to counter it, restarting..."

The Möbius Chair kept repeating the calculated data, and the conclusions it reached left it helpless, so it could only prepare to restart.

"Warning! Unable to restart, out of control...!!"

The Möbius Chair went completely numb, the light on the entire chair dimmed, it stopped vibrating, and gradually returned to calm.

This bizarre and inexplicable scene left Metron completely bewildered. Then, as if realizing something, panic set in, and he roared...

"Mobius Chair, activate the energy shield immediately!"

……quiet!

The Möbius Chair was silent, dark, and bland.

Metron was utterly enraged: "Damn it! Why is there no reaction? Aren't you the God of Knowledge? You are the true core, so why can't even you analyze this strange, unknown power, let alone resist it... Could it be that you, the God of Knowledge, are a fake...!"

In reality, he is not the true god of knowledge. The so-called title is merely a title based on the chair. Anyone who can sit in it can be the god of knowledge; the god of knowledge can be anyone.

Because his "godhood" is so fake and unreal, he is so eager to proclaim himself to be the one and only true god, the god of knowledge. At the same time, he is terrified that someone will take away his crown as the god of knowledge, and even more afraid that someone will steal his beloved chair...

At the same time, the giant hand also approached the two and quietly grew larger.

With a look of despair on his face, he suddenly grabbed him and the chair, and made a silent decision:

"That's it, I've really messed up this time. I'll never show off like this again..."

Having achieved his goal, Ye Ritian withdrew his hand, grabbed the two people, and continued to withdraw his hand gestures.

Metron's eyes widened in horror. After a brief, high-speed crossing of the spacetime boundary, he was transported to the immortal ship in the main universe. He felt a dizzying sensation and his head spun.

Ye Ritian squinted and examined it: "Is this the famous god of knowledge in DC, the legendary Möbius Chair!"

Looking at this ordinary chair with no luster, it's impossible to tell from its appearance any different from others. The only difference might be its material.

The Möbius Chair can be seen as a supercomputer that was forged by the anti-monitor Möbius and then discarded.

"This broken chair can be put to good use..."

Ye Ritian threw out the Metron, grabbed the Möbius Chair, extracted a large amount of the massive light source, and began to absorb the endless stream of divine energy from its body.

Countless rules and conceptual orders flowed within a ball of light, and countless energy crystals brewed terrifying divine power.

Deadpool exclaimed, "This is the Möbius Chair. It doesn't look surprising at all!"

Metron, still confused and getting to his feet, rushed over. He didn't recognize the two men and was furious at Ye Ritian's actions.

"No, you can't treat it so roughly and cruelly, you'll ruin it..." He was so anxious he was about to cry. He loved this chair more than anyone else, and he couldn't live without it.

Now, seeing his beloved chair being brutally trampled and stripped of its life essence, he couldn't help but want to cry, hating his own cowardice and incompetence, his inability to resist!

He suspected that these two people were the culprits who kidnapped him.

I ran over anxiously...

"We can't let this idiot ruin Ye Ritian's grand plan," Deadpool quickly stopped Mettron, lifted him up, looked at him coldly, and said indifferently, "Mettron, the DC king of cool, is that it? I've heard so much about you for a long time...!"

"What are you talking about, DC King of the House? I don't know you. Who are you? Why are you torturing my chair?" Metron roared.

Deadpool comforted him, "Don't panic, calm down, Metron. The chair's gone, but you're still alive. Think about it, you've come out ahead..."

Seeing that his struggles were futile and he couldn't resist Deadpool, Metatron could only stare blankly as Ye Ritian did whatever he wanted to his beloved. That beast…

The mournful face stopped, and he raised his head, staring in terror at the unfamiliar red uniform. He roared, "Who are you? How dare you usurp my chair and try to kill us! Do you know who I am? I am..."

"Relax, I know who you are, the god of knowledge, Mettron, famous throughout the multiverse, a show-off that everyone knows!" Deadpool interrupted.

With your petty affairs, everyone knows you exist...

Metron, stunned, was silenced by Deadpool's grip on his neck, who forcibly cut off his words and interrupted him, saying in bewilderment, "You know I still dare to plot against you, you have some nerve..."

Having finished absorbing the divine source, Ye Ritian turned to look at the two of them and spoke.

“We’ve always been pretty daring, Metron. If you don’t want to die, shut up now!”

"you……"

Metron dared not speak his anger, his face numb. This man spoke so arrogantly; it seemed he was the ringleader. Why? Why did he arrest him? Was it all for his source?

Looking around again, he realized he was on a wooden ship. Wait, a wooden ship? Main universe, Silver Superman Ye…

Then, remembering something, Metron looked at Ye Ritian and Deadpool with a shocked expression.

"Are you those mysterious aliens, Superman Ye Ritian and Deadpool??"

Metron was dumbfounded. The group he was supposed to meet in the main universe was the same people standing before him: Ye Ritian, his Deadpool, Hulk… and a green man. Wait, weren't there supposed to be one or two Eastern girls as well? Where were they…?

Metron looked around, staring in surprise at the only small room on the ship: "Could it be that we're resting in there?"

hiss!

"I tried to make contact with them, but I ended up getting caught instead..."

Metron's composure crumbled. The faint divine power emanating from the ship's hull made him dizzy, the powerful fluctuations suddenly overwhelming him, and the extremely complex concepts of the unknown system made him lose himself... Was this the new knowledge?

Ye Ritian interrupted its thoughts and chuckled.

"That's right, I am Ye Ritian, and this is Deadpool. I heard you were looking for me, so to avoid you getting tired from flying, I took the initiative to capture you..."

Metron was stunned. What a joke! We are separated by countless universes and galaxies, by countless layers of spacetime. You just stretched all the way to the extreme and forcibly pulled me over. Is it really that powerful?

Looking at the Superman costume on the other person, Metron wiped away his tears, reluctantly turning his gaze away from the chair, and thoughtfully looked at Ye Ritian: "So... you are also... a Superman?"

This outfit is so familiar throughout the universe—the style, the color, the visceral steel body…it’s unmistakably the same as that Kryptonian’s!

puff!

When Metron's ridiculous appearance came into view, Ye Ritian chuckled. This idiot must really love his chair.

"Yes, I am Superman. Also, I won't destroy your chair right now, I've just reduced its performance and privileges. I'll give it back to you when I get tired of sitting in it!"

He doesn't intend to kill this guy yet; he just finds it amusing.

He has already integrated a portion of the divine source of the Möbius Chair into his body, condensing a unique prototype of a god. Given time, he is determined to become the only true god of Krypton and Superman.

He is none other than Ye Ritian, the supreme god of idealism!

Chapter 186 Manhattan Shock: God Has Been Robbed

Seeing that the other party was not going to kill him, Metron became bolder and stepped forward to ask, "When will you return my chair to me?"

Ok?

Ye Ritian frowned and looked over: "Didn't I tell you, once I get tired of sitting here, your ears will be on the back of your butt...!"

"you……"

Metron was instantly furious, thinking the other party was joking, but he didn't expect them to be serious.

Ye Ritian said: "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me because I look like I'm joking, or are you alive and think you can joke with me? Are you out of your mind? How dare you think such a thing..."

Without his chair, Mettron was completely bewildered. He no longer possessed that state of mind of being a god of knowledge, brimming with wisdom and erudition. Instead, a sudden and immense sense of panic and suffocation began to creep into his heart.