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

Metron's teasing of Hulk displeased someone, and Deadpool retorted: "The universe operates on the law of the jungle. You can punch Hulk ten thousand times and he'll be fine, but if he hits you once, you'll die. Besides mocking him for being brainless, what else do you have to offer? God of knowledge? Why don't you calculate my origins? Or Hulk's origins?"

These words left Metron speechless. He had tried to use the Möbius Chair to search for information about these people, but all he found was a blank. Even if he found some clues, they were just records from the main universe's timeline, which were etched in the sky.

"They are all unfathomable, unfathomable, and incalculable beings. This ship is also filled with a supreme aura, a magnificent power I have never seen before. Just who are they?"

Metron smiled bitterly, realizing that these people were all strange individuals, people he couldn't afford to offend. Each of them was as eccentric and mysterious as Ye Ritian, with unknown origins. He lamented, "This isn't just a case of one person breaking through the wall as the outside world says; this is clearly a collective crime, a gang entering the world inside the wall!"

This made him, the self-proclaimed king of cool, feel incredibly lonely. He became increasingly curious about the world outside the wall, a place filled with knowledge and fields he had never encountered before. If he could, for a fleeting moment, he wanted to submit to Ye Ritian.

He hopes that one day he can take himself to explore new knowledge from the outside world, provided that his chair is not confiscated, as the chair is his core possession, more important than his life.

He once described himself this way: "As long as the chair is there, I am there; if the chair dies, I die!"

Ever since Ye Ritian stole his chair and extracted a large amount of his divine source, he realized how precious the chair was to him. He cherished and protected his chair even more than before, treating it as a treasure and as his own child.

To make it easier to get around on the ship, he added a wheelchair-like automatic control system to his chair, which guarded him every step of the way. He spent almost all of the day sitting in the chair, an abnormal behavior that bordered on madness.

This prompted Ye Ritian to comment: "You're a normal person, not someone with disabilities. Get up, or your legs will give way if you sit for too long..."

Unexpectedly, the arrogant and rebellious one thought the other party wanted to take his chair and refused to get up.

Ha ha!

Ye Ritian sneered. This was a case of incurable disease, already deep in the bones. Only a celestial being could save him, and he was no celestial being.

I can't be bothered with this idiot. I'll get tired of him one day and let him go. If he gets beaten to death outside and jumps off this building, I won't save him.

The next few days passed peacefully, and no one caused trouble.

Ye Ritian usually plays games and hums songs at home. In a certain game of King of Glory, he used the Yuan Ge skill to achieve a five-kill streak and went on a winning streak.

Ye Ritian chuckled, "In my past life, Han Xin was initially my main hero, then Li Bai, and finally Yuan Ge. There wasn't a single hero in King of Glory that I couldn't play. I was truly an all-rounder... even though there wasn't a national standard! Sigh!!"

To borrow a famous Chinese saying: What use is a national standard for a fool? We have all the talent in the world, why do we need a bird standard to prove ourselves?

Alai said, "We don't look at the results on the road to victory!" He believed it his whole life.

Ahua believed this wholeheartedly, as if he had found a point of resonance, someone who understood him and spoke his mind—this was a true friend! So he regarded this saying as a model.

Little did anyone know that Alai was down by more than 10,000 gold, in a huge disadvantage, and had a disastrous 0-8 score with his Old Master, yet he still managed to turn the game around and win. This was inseparable from his superb skills and excellent awareness.

Without his fearless courage in the face of danger, his willingness to endure injury, and his willingness to take the lead and shoulder everything, how could victory have been achieved? Despite the negative record, he was truly a meritorious contributor on the road to victory, making sacrifices, even if he was insignificant and a drag in the early stages... Sigh!

……

this day

Metron came to visit Hulk again in his wheelchair, and said...

"Hey, big guy, figure out whether the left hand or the right hand wins?"

He believes that if Hulk can't even answer such a simple question correctly, then he really is a complete idiot.

Deadpool saw Mettron sitting on the Mobius Chair, looking excited, while Hulk seemed to be recalling something.

Deadpool retorted, "You, the God of Knowledge, like to find superiority by messing with people of Hulk's intelligence level? I never knew you were this kind of God of Knowledge!"

This guy dares to call himself the God of Knowledge? His pretentiousness is plummeting, and the concept of a pretentious king is rapidly crumbling in Deadpool's mind.

Really? Smart people don't focus on what smart people should be doing—exploring and expanding their business and venturing into uncharted territories—but instead, they knowingly ask questions of those less capable than themselves, trying to humiliate them for a sense of pleasure. Does this kind of vanity and pride really make you feel overjoyed and elated?

Metron sneered, "What do you know? Deadpool, I'm just having fun, teasing you for fun. I need to relax too. Hulk isn't even angry, but you're taking it personally!"

Heaven knows how he lived in constant fear every day here. Although his life was not in danger and the place was infinitely vast, he was only imprisoned on this fairy ship.

But he still felt uneasy and restricted. If he hadn't been unable to defeat the enemy and hadn't been slightly interested in knowledge outside the walls, he would have tried to escape long ago.

Even if there's no other way, we have to fight to the death. If we're trapped like this indefinitely, it's no different from being dead, being locked up here.

He was very dissatisfied with Deadpool's condescending attitude; he didn't care about his feelings at all. "Do you know what kind of bullying I've suffered?"

I will be beaten, scolded, humiliated, and have my chair taken away, but I will climb step by step to the highest point... to become the god of knowledge.

call out!

A steel blade flew out and quickly embedded itself in the armrest of the Möbius Chair. Metron was so startled that he quickly retracted his hand to avoid the attack. He looked at Deadpool with fear and unease. It was terrifying that he would attack without warning.

Deadpool sneered

"Without that chair, you are nothing, just a mortal. God of knowledge? That chair is the god, and the one who made it is the god among gods. As for you... forget it!"

He then walked over, calmly pulled out his steel knife, and glanced at the victim, Metro, who was trembling like a frightened little rabbit, but still gritted his teeth and insisted on sitting in the chair. Deadpool had no doubt that if he deliberately deflected the steel knife by a few centimeters and aimed it at the center of the chair, this guy would definitely stand in front of the chair to the death and perish with it!

Metron glared at Deadpool with hatred, trembling as he said, "Hmph! You know absolutely nothing. My greatness is beyond your comprehension. When I was traversing the realms of gods and the multiverse, you probably weren't even born yet!!"

If he weren't outmatched by this man, who was also the weakest on the ship, Metron would have already rushed up to fight Deadpool.

When did the God of Knowledge fall to such a state? Before even getting close to the main universe, the prey he had his eye on turned around and hunted him down.

Shocking turn of events! I'm a hunter, and I was just about to go hunting, which makes perfect sense, right? But then I got shot by my prey! Can you believe it??

"Hey! You're so determined to protect the chair. That'll get you killed sooner or later. Once your weakness is discovered, you could be dead at any moment!" Deadpool sneered, looking at him with pity.

Then he took the goofy-looking Hulk to watch TV; Hulk had recently become obsessed with the Eastern TV series "iPartment." He thought the plot was very interesting.

Deadpool's words left Mettron speechless, his mind blank, and he experienced temporary amnesia. He suddenly felt incredibly weak, realizing that he, like Darkseid and the Father, belonged to the new gods, distinct from the old gods like Zeus.

The most distinctive feature of this new god race is that, unlike the old gods who relied on the power of "Source" to condense their divine essence, they began to try to use various external artifacts to enhance their combat power.

Examples like Darkseid's Omega effect and the Father's Staff of Origin are all external forces; their power does not rely on the "source." Similarly, the power of the god of knowledge, Mettron, does not rely on the source, but rather on his possession of the Möbius Chair.

But now, everything has changed.

Thinking of this, Metron burst into tears: "Ye Ritian was unethical before. He ambushed me and captured me. He also forcibly extracted half of the source of the Möbius Chair. Its function was damaged, and my strength also decreased. I was completely crippled. I went from the multi-level to the planetary and cosmic level!"

He felt only darkness ahead, and no light remained in his eyes. The other party's goal was clear: they needed the source. Did they also want to condense a divine spark and become the only true god?

As a member of the new god race, Metron also possesses a small amount of source within him. Did that inexplicable man intend to raise him on the immortal ship like a source-extracting pig, ready to be harvested at any time?

No, this can't go on!

Metron's eyes sharpened, revealing a sense of urgency that drove him to risk his life: "I must escape from here. Whether that's the reason or not, I cannot be treated like livestock. I am the great god of knowledge...!"

A god being treated like an animal? What a joke! It's better to live like this than to die anyway!

Chapter 191 The Death of Metron and the Appearance of the Ancient Doomsday

Metron felt incredibly heavy, but immediately established a connection between his will and the chair, creating a mental communication channel. He regained his omniscient knowledge, which was all-encompassing and all-encompassing.

Instinctively, his unhappy face immediately broke into a smile, and his expression became majestic and solemn: "Indeed, I am the true god of knowledge!"

He loved this feeling of fulfillment, the feeling of his AI surpassing all beings and mastering knowledge in all fields. This was his true self. The God of Knowledge was born to be me, and could only be me. I was born to exist for the God of Knowledge.

His lips curled up unconsciously, exuding domineering confidence. He was about to deliver a grand speech when, at the critical moment, the situation changed drastically under the starry-eyed gazes of Xingchen and Xingkong, who were looking at him like a fool.

boom!

In an instant, before Metron could maintain his cool and aloof demeanor for long, he felt his chair and body uncontrollably lift off the ground, pulled by an invisible force.

Metron panicked: "Wait... what's going on... why can't I control my body... who, who attacked me?!"

His first thought was, "Who could possibly cause trouble on that terrifying men's ship? Who broke in?"

"Stop! I'm not the enemy!"

This sudden accident was terrifying. Why have I been constantly being ambushed lately? Past experiences flashed before my eyes; I was captured by Ye Ritian in the same way back then...

Wait a minute, if that's the case, this place is extremely safe. Doesn't that mean it was that man who attacked him? Only he fits that probability.

Shocking! I was just about to stage a temporary uprising when my entire army was wiped out? I hadn't even figured out how to escape before the fighting officially started, and the enemy caught me off guard and arrested me!

Metron's expression turned grave, and he was furious at this sudden change: "Does that man possess the ability to foresee the future, read minds, or have telepathy?"

in the room

Ye Ritian stood there, humming "The Sigh of a Beauty," sung by A Kong from the Luanyin Society, when he suddenly turned around and saw that Metatron was bullying Hulk again. As Hulk's owner, he naturally couldn't stand it anymore. He stopped humming and thought to himself, "This kid needs to be taught a lesson. He's getting too arrogant if he's not disciplined for a day!"

Metron is too much of a show-off, always trying to impress others. Now that he's doing it himself, he absolutely cannot tolerate another show-off threatening his status as the king of show-offs.

He immediately grabbed him from a distance, choking him with one hand. Ye Ritian was dressed in casual clothes, a simple short-sleeved shirt and shorts. He looked down at Metro, who was completely bewildered and still confused, not understanding what was going on.

Ye Ritian ignored him and said casually, "I need to discuss something with you. I need the divine source within you. You don't want the fact that you were beaten and mocked here to be revealed, do you?"

Metron froze. What's going on? Is that all? I thought you'd discovered my initial rebellious thoughts and captured me, but it turns out I was overthinking it. You wanted the Source, but…

Is this something that can be discussed? How infuriating!

"Ye Ritian, I only have a tiny bit of source energy, and you still want to steal it from me? Are you even human?!"

Metron was furious. He had very little resources, less than half of what the Chair of Möbius had, and now he was being exploited. How could he possibly stand among the new gods in the future?

"What's all the fuss about? It's just a little bit of source energy. Even if you had no source energy, you'd still be the God of Knowledge. You're completely dependent on this chair!" Ye Ritian frowned. Asking him for a little bit of source energy was like asking him to die. It wasn't that serious; at most, he'd just be weak for a while.

Bang!

They threw him to the ground and stared at him coldly.

Metron's expression changed, and he thought to himself...

"This time, the odds are against us..."

Ignoring the pain in his buttocks, he quickly returned to his chair, gripped the armrests, and tried to maneuver the chair in a counterattack, but... nothing happened!

The chair conveyed this message to him: "Sorry, you don't have the necessary permissions...!"

Metron looked distressed and blankly asked, "I... don't have enough permissions? What are you doing? Who else could be controlling you besides me??"

Is your machine broken? If I'm not your owner, then who is?