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

Ye Ritian recalled: "In the East, those that fly while lying down are all animals and mounts. I'd rather fly standing up. In the future, I'll use my steel body to smash through everything in battles. I'll mostly fight by flying upright, and I'll also fly upright when traveling!"

"Ha! Only Westerners like this idea, that humans should fly like birds, lying flat on their backs. After all, the prototype of the airplane came from birds flying in the sky, and then the concept of Superman flying on his back came into being."

Ye Ritian pondered, it seems that Ultraman from the island nation also flies while lying down. Most gods in foreign pantheons fly while lying down, but only the gods of the East fly while standing up, riding the clouds and mist, flying through the sky and diving into the deepest hell.

"Flying on my stomach? That's something only beasts do. I'll never fly on my stomach again. I need to build my own personality around the concept of Superman. How can I let it influence me? If we're talking about Superman, I'm an Eastern Superman, not a Western one, even though my abilities come from the West...!! I'm ashamed."

Ye Ritian then changed his dark blue Superman suit to silver-white. He was a Silver Superman, so what kind of decorum would it be to wear dark blue? Besides, he was tired of wearing it. Only a silver suit met his standards. The ∞ symbol came to life.

"Great, great, much more satisfied now!"

Ye Ritian praised it highly and continued flying.

They quickly arrived at the fairy ship and saw Mettron sitting in a chair, which immediately enraged them.

"Get out of the way, this is my chair!"

He pulled the metron off and sat on it himself. That's more like it. I'm the villain. This is more in line with my style.

Metron roared angrily, "No! That's my chair! I am the god of knowledge! You wicked man, you've taken my chair!"

"How dare you bark like a dog!"

Ye Ritian said angrily.

I snatched this chair from him. From that moment on, the chair was mine. What "your chair" was a thing of the past. I had to accept reality.

"you……!"

Metron was furious. He glared at Ye Ritian, thinking that this audacious and unreasonable Superman was unbelievable and completely different from the kind Clark.

Metron was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Who knows what kind of inhuman treatment he had suffered on this fairy ship during this time? Sleeping outside, sleeping on the floor, unable to go anywhere, imprisoned in this demonic cage.

This terrifying man has returned successfully, which means he killed a quantum god. Who else can be his opponent?

Seeing that Metatron looked aggrieved and on the verge of tears, with tears welling up in his eyes, Ye Ritian felt a pang of pity. Metatron looked up at the sky, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

He angrily retorted, "What's there to be angry about? It's just a broken chair. I don't even want it. Here, take it back. I have one myself!"

After saying that, he got up and pushed the chair back to him. Under the other party's puzzled and grateful gaze, Ye Ritian activated his idealism ability and materialized an identical Möbius Chair. Not only was it identical in function, but even its aura was exactly the same.

Metron was stunned. He quickly sat down in the chair; his beloved chair was back. He had spent many years with it, inseparable from it, and a deep affection had developed between them. He looked at the items in front of Ye Ritian: "What kind of trick is this? How come there's a Möbius Chair here??"

He felt his worldview had been distorted. Wasn't there only one Möbius Chair? How did he suddenly conjure up a second one? This... this... Metron was stunned.

Ye Ritian said indifferently, "It's just trash, what's the big deal? Möbius threw it away anyway, and that's how you ended up picking it up!"

Tsk!

Then, grabbing the chair with both hands, he roughly tore it apart, breaking it into pieces of wood. The chair completely disintegrated. Under the stunned gaze of Mitrom, Ye Ritian explained...

"I plan to eat and barbecue using the traditional method of cooking over a wood fire. This chair is the best source of firewood; it will burn for a long time. You should join me..."

Rice cooked over a wood fire is the best, even better than rice cooked in an electric rice cooker. This is what an old man in my rural hometown told me in my previous life. Now that I've come to this other world, I want to relive that experience.

Moreover, he had eaten firewood-cooked rice since he was a child. Firewood-cooked rice is simple and affordable. It doesn't require electricity. All you need is a fire, a small stove with a few bricks or stones piled up for ventilation, and some combustibles to cook a pot of rice.

Metron was stunned:

"You used the Möbius Chair as a fire poker??"

Suddenly, the chair I was sitting on didn't feel so appealing anymore.

"This chair is also made of wood, so what's wrong with burning it? It's just that ordinary flames can't destroy it. What's so difficult for me!"

Snapped!

Ye Ritian didn't even look up. He snapped his fingers and used the Reality Stone to materialize a large amount of fresh ingredients and some barbecue supplies, such as charcoal, bamboo skewers, barbecue forks, aluminum foil, soft brushes, fruit knives, kitchen utensils, picnic mats, small stools, and other tools.

Various seasonings, such as salt, chili powder, Sichuan peppercorn powder, five-spice powder, white sugar, vegetable oil, cumin, etc., as well as various beverages and wines, and music and dance music.

The barbecue grill and facilities were all ready, and he was about to start barbecuing. He was going to have a bonfire party outside the fairy ship; it was time to treat himself.

Then, conjure a small brick stove for rural use, complete with a vent. Throw flammable materials into a chair, and conjure a pot of washed white rice to be cooked. Sit back and wait for it to boil. If you're still hungry from the barbecue, cook some more dishes to eat. In this way, wouldn't the chair be put to good use?

Feeling that everything was almost done, Ye Ritian said to the people inside the boat, "Everyone came out for barbecue, let's eat something else tonight!"

This time, I'm definitely going to try all the different flavors of barbecued chicken legs.

Stars, the starry sky, Deadpool, Hulk, and the Incredible Man emerged, utterly astonished: "You're a real dog!"

You claim to be an all-knowing and all-powerful god, yet this ultimate being is pulling these kinds of tricks.

Besides, it's a wooden hull, so you wouldn't have to worry about burning the deck if you started a fire to cook. Uh, that's a completely unnecessary question.

Ye Ritian roared, "How dare you talk like that? What do you mean 'dog'? It's just barbecue! In this godforsaken place with the backdrop of outer space, I just want to have a decent meal, you know how hard that is for me! Damn it! Come over here and help me out!"

I don't plan to use superpowers to remotely control objects and grill food; I intend to do it myself. What's that called again? Experiencing life. Yes, experiencing life.

Snapped!

Xingkong ran over and patted Ye Ritian's right hand.

He asked, "Is this enough force?"

……quiet!

"Never mind...I...will...do...it...myself! You go to your room and rest, just wait for the food to be served!"

Ye Ritian gritted his teeth slightly, his face full of shock. This "cute" system seemed a bit silly. It looked like it had started working before even graduating. It must have been tough for it.

"Why is the system so bizarre when it comes to my generation that I've transmigrated?"

Damn it! This woman doesn't know anything. Does asking you to be her assistant mean she's just being an assistant?

Haha!

Xingchen covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "Let me help you, my husband!"

"Chinese is indeed profound and complex; it's worth studying it repeatedly!" Deadpool thought to himself.

also joined in.

As for Hulk, he became Banner washing ingredients—unbelievable man… well, what a fool. Metron shakily started a fire; it was his chair, after all. Though it wasn't his chair that was burning, it was more precious than his chair. He tearfully bid it farewell.

Ye Ritian took charge of the barbecue, watching everything with a grin: "Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, what a wonderful life!"

Fight, slay gods—life shouldn't just be about fighting and killing; it should also include poetry, distant places, and boundless joy.

To struggle against heaven, earth, and man is an endless source of joy.

He lit a fire on the deck, not afraid of setting the celestial ship ablaze. He had taken this into consideration, so he simply raised the flames a little higher into the void, creating a space between them and the deck. After all, this fire was the fire of God, and he was genuinely afraid of burning the ship, a manifestation of the God of Life, to nothingness.

Chapter 189 One Glance and One Punch Destroy the Sun God Raoh

external Krypton

A group of supreme gods secretly launched a new round of conspiracy theories and engaged in petty actions. When it comes to vendettas and hatred, no one in the entire multiverse desires Ye Ritian to die more than they do.

A few days later, on the fairy ship

On this day, a figure from beyond the heavens suddenly descended upon the celestial ship.

Ye Ritian immediately came out to greet this acquaintance, and he also mercifully allowed Mitroon to live in the villa. Anyway, the house was big and there were plenty of rooms, so what couldn't he live in?

He said calmly, "Let me guess which Kryptonian god you are. You must be one of the four main gods, right?"

The sun god, Rao, is dressed in magnificent attire, possessing a noble and inviolable aura. His proud gaze and the harmonious light emanating from his body are like that of the sun. The divine aura of the supreme god emanates from his body, and his divine status rises to its fullest extent.

He slowly raised his head and gazed at Ye Ritian.

"Hmph, you know quite a lot. I haven't even greeted you yet, and you've already guessed half of it. Ye Ritian, you strange superman who has been wandering outside, I can't see through you. Where did you come from? Tell me, hand over your secret!"

His voice was extremely intimidating, his face was imposing without anger, and his eyes were full of disdain. He was like a great Buddha, high above, as if everything was under his control and everyone had to grovel at his feet.

Ye Ritian sneered.

"Ha! There are plenty of people who can't see through me. Who do you think you are? You come up here and expect me to honestly tell you my background. How can you even ask such a question? Is your brain completely rusted? Do you think I'd tell you so easily? I've been living a carefree life for many years and have nothing to share with outsiders. Are you here to take me to Krypton?"

Is this a return to Kryptonian life? But I'm not a Kryptonian! What should I do? I need help urgently!

"Ha! Quite the boast, and quite the arrogant one at that. Ye Ritian, you're practically half a Kryptonian now, you should show some respect to your gods. Don't be so frivolous at such a young age, or you'll end up dead in the streets. Why don't you guess who I am?" the sun god Rao said coldly.

Ye Ritian glanced at the Sun God, thinking, "What kind of young man isn't young and impetuous? Can he even be called a young man? I bet you're a fucking idiot!"

Rao: "..."

"Ye Ritian, you call yourself Superman, and you do indeed possess Superman's abilities. You have things that Superman doesn't, and you have abilities that Superman doesn't have. In these recent battles, you have successfully demonstrated your amazing talent and intelligence. You have the potential to join my Kryptonian God system!" Rao said.

Having said that, Rao's Kryptonian bloodline displayed its divine power, with endless radiance emanating from him, adding an even more sacred and noble glow. An ordinary Kryptonian would probably have already knelt down, and an unparalleled pressure emanated from him.

Ye Ritian remained unmoved and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Shall I give you an award?"

I don't want to join Krypton, not to mention that you gods are all false gods, a bunch of trash.

Rao felt slightly uncomfortable listening to the other party's nonchalant and teasing attitude. A bit of anger rose up and he wanted to take action, but he held back.

Still somewhat unwilling to give up, he patiently inquired, "Could you be frank and tell me which world you come from? I mean, the world outside the wall!"

Oh! Inquiring about my background.

Ye Ritian's eyes lit up with amusement. Was he trying to trick me into revealing information?

He said in a slightly more friendly tone, "I come from the distant M78 Nebula. I am not a Kryptonian, but I unexpectedly gained the abilities of Superman. To you all in the world inside the walls, I am indeed a Kryptonian Superman in a somewhat ambiguous sense!"

Rao frowned: "M78 Nebula? Which universe is that? I've never heard of it before?"

Shockingly, as one of the supreme gods of the universe, I had never heard of a universe called the M78 Nebula. What kind of world is this?