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

Ye Ritian reminded him, "Is it possible that I am his master, Metron? You seem to have forgotten that when I captured you, my powerful mental will immediately invaded your chair and took control of it..."

So, to prove it to him, he reached out and summoned a chair. Metron tried to stop him, but the chair instantly teleported away and forcibly returned to Ye Ritian's back. Ye Ritian slowly sat down, exuding immense majesty.

It seems to be saying, "Look, it obeys my orders, not yours; you should step down."

The moment he sat down, the supercomputer transmitted countless pieces of knowledge and information to Ye Ritian's brain, allowing him to instantly browse through countless events, large and small, in the multiverse.

The massive influx of information and field knowledge was easily handled by his super brain; he read, analyzed, and organized all the reports.

Metron stared blankly at Ye Ritian, feeling his worldview shattered. He simply couldn't understand how Ye Ritian had managed to do it.

He asked in surprise, "How did you manage to use human willpower to infiltrate the machine as electronic signals? The Möbius Chair is essentially somewhere between matter and machine. How can free human thought be transformed into a technological transmission channel?"

"That's a very good question," Ye Ritian said with a wicked smile.

"Because I am Superman, I can do anything!"

Superman?

"Are you kidding me? Even Superman couldn't do that!" Metron looked completely incredulous.

"It must be because you don't want to tell me. You must still have the ability to control the machine..."

He was completely overwhelmed by the opponent's power. This unpredictable and vast ability truly lived up to his claim of being omnipotent. Was Superman really that powerful? Metron was deep in thought.

Ye Ritian said with a faint smile, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, so I might as well not say anything. You can guess whatever you want!"

Swish!

With a sudden roar, the man sitting in the chair reached out and grabbed Metron, pulling him close by the neck and forcing him to kneel on the ground like a dead dog. Ignoring the shocked Metron, he coldly said...

"Metron, you just seemed to be trying to use the chair to attack me, or rather... run away. Did I give you permission to leave? Now, how are we going to settle this score?"

Metron's composure crumbled; you could even sense that. He decided to go all out, breathing desperately and struggling...

"What else can we do? Just let it be. We're going to die anyway, so... I might as well just give me a quick death!"

snort!

Ye Ritian snorted coldly, remaining silent and expressionless, but inwardly he thought disdainfully, "Heh, I didn't expect you to have such backbone. Your uprightness and unyielding spirit make me seem inferior, like I'm the villain. But you're right, I am indeed a villain."

Swish!

"what!"

Raising his other hand, he pierced directly through his chest, and Metron instantly let out a howl of agony.

Ye Ritian ignored him, remaining unmoved and showing no sign of slowing down his attack. He then covered his hands with vast divine power, using subtle means to construct a bridge to communicate with his soul.

After searching inside the chest cavity of the Metalon, Ye Ritian found a ball of highly pure and energetic divine "source" contained deep within the true soul. He grabbed it, kneaded it together, dug it all out, and fused it into his own body in one go.

Metron gritted his teeth and endured the pain, trying hard not to cry out. His face was covered in tears, and large beads of sweat on his forehead showed that he was being tortured by the villains, and the excruciating pain was stimulating his brain.

He laughed bitterly, "I never thought I would end up like this... Your abilities are too strange. I'm afraid even Möbius would look at you with new respect!"

Metron was utterly despondent. This time, he was truly doomed! His chair had been taken away, his divine source stolen, and he was nearly dead. He was severely injured. This was the most unforgettable period he had experienced since he began wandering the multiverse. Little did he expect that this would be his last, a separation of life and death.

"Thank you for your praise, King of Pretenders, rest in peace!" Ye Ritian stood up and said with a faint smile.

boom!

A single, intense gaze annihilated Metatron's head, instantly splattering his brains, red and white matter flying in all directions. His body then exploded, leaving him with no complete corpse. The killer's actions were extremely cruel.

With a single thought, Ye Ritian disintegrated the bloodstains and filth, cleaning up the scene. After finishing, he glanced at the Möbius Chair on the ground. Even the main universe's Batman almost fell into the chair, but in front of him, it felt like a burning chair.

"Why don't you go with him too!"

He grabbed the chair, extracted all its divine essence, and poured it into his body in preparation for condensing the God of DC, the God of Krypton, and the God of Superman. Then, he destroyed the worthless chair with a single punch, his eyes filled with disgust.

"This broken chair looks Western and is not comfortable to sit on at all. If you were my Eastern form, I wouldn't destroy you. Otherwise, I would prefer to lie down, but you can only make me sit. Why can't you transform?"

Ye Ritian roared, then fixed his gaze on the void where Metaron had disappeared, muttering, "Originally, you were going to die at Manhattan's hands. I captured you, which saved you and changed your fate. Maybe I'll even spare your life in the future. But this time you disobeyed me and deserted, even trying to attack me. Your crimes are unforgivable and will not be tolerated! Blame it on your bad luck for wandering into my sights. I was already hunting down the gods, and you just happened to run into me..."

In "The Last Bell," this guy, Metatron, was deliberately approached by Doctor Manhattan, who happened to be making a deal with Night Owl, Batman's counterpart from Universe 3. Afterwards, Manhattan arrived and killed them all.

Even the mighty god of knowledge, Metron, with the Möbius Chair, was no match for Dr. Manhattan. He was utterly crushed and utterly annihilated, leaving not a trace behind.

For many beings in the universe, the death of Metron was a great relief. That guy was too much of a troublemaker, always showing off and acting tough. Despite having no real strength, he liked to boss around and tell those truly powerful beings what to do!

For some reason, these powerful figures tacitly allowed this arrogant king to cause trouble, with Darkseid being a prime example. This left the other weaker gods completely baffled.

With this kind of personality, it's inevitable that they'll run into a brick wall; it's only a matter of time. They always like to meddle in major events across the multiverse.

The matter with Metron is over, and I was just about to go out to watch TV and rewatch Ultraman Zero...

"Hmm? A large group of Kryptonian Supermen with familiar auras... who are these people? Heh! Interesting, did they attract the ancient Doomsday?"

Standing inside the immortal ship, Ye Ritian peered through layers of obstacles, his vision reaching the distant cosmic nebula with crystal clarity across an endless distance.

"It seems the false gods of Krypton have made their move, but whether they're targeting Clark or me remains to be seen... Hmph!"

Ye Ritian sneered. This group of people were acting suspiciously, using nameless and unnumbered Kryptonian gods to drag the ancient doomsday to the main universe one after another. It was intriguing to see who they were targeting, because he was also their target.

"The Ancient Doomsday has appeared; things are progressing a bit too quickly..."

Ye Ritian gazed intently at the ancient doomsday, realizing that he too possessed its genetic power, but without its flaws or shortcomings. The ancient doomsday's power was undeniable; it was the progenitor of all doomsdays, the origin of everything, the ultimate giant!

"This is truly an immortal being, and it's a bit difficult to kill. Should I unleash my ultimate power to kill it?" He pondered, his expression cold and his eyes deep and dark.

Doomsday itself is a product of genetics, evolving from instincts ingrained in its very bones. Unlike humans, whose instincts are survival and reproduction, people will do their utmost to maintain order, ensure the balanced development of society, and bring prosperity to civilization and reproduction.

But Doomsday is different. It lacks the rationality of humans and is born completely bewildered. It frantically adapts to all kinds of dangerous environments, and its ability to survive desperate situations is an innate trait. Its ultimate core is endless evolution... without end.

Instinctive killing and destruction, destructive desires, but these are all superficial forms. Its true purpose is actually evolution. Don't be fooled by its appearance.

To some extent, it was born as the opposite of Superman, and its fame came from killing Superman, which made it famous and resounded throughout the DC universe. Countless people were terrified of it and turned pale at the mere mention of its name.

It truly evolved "immortality" to the point of complete conceptualization, where immortality became the medium for eternal life, indestructibility, and eternal existence, reaching an outrageous and incomprehensible form. For low- and mid-level players, this is indeed the ultimate boss. When the real big shots don't appear, the Ancient Doomsday has the ability to sweep away all powerful beings.

With such a monster being released, Ye Ritian had little doubt that it wasn't targeting him.

"I also have your genetic system. A battle between two terrifying ultimate doomsdays is truly exciting, hehe!!"

Ye Ritian was starting to look forward to the upcoming battle, gradually becoming excited as he watched with burning eyes as the Kryptonian gods stirred things up, gradually drawing the Ancient Doomsday to the main universe.

……

In a certain universe

Countless gods led the action, which continued uninterrupted. They were going mad for it at the cost of their own lives. Their tragic sacrifices, extraordinary efforts, and great contributions were all for their plan. They paved the way with countless corpses and brought the irrational ancient doomsday all the way.

"Roar!"

This mindless monster, this beast without discernment, roared and killed all the gods who attacked it along the way, who let out heart-wrenching screams.

"Damn it, why is this mission so difficult?!"

"No! I don't believe it! The supreme god I revere would use our lives to seduce this beast! No, this can't be true! I can't accept it!"

"Forget it, let's accept it! You have to accept it. I know it's hard for you to believe, but it's all true."

"Do they really think our lives are so worthless, that they can be summoned and dismissed at will, discarded when they are no longer useful?!"

"Yes!"

"Isn't this just describing a dog?"

The lesser gods' faces showed terror. Looking out at the vast, densely packed group, their faces were filled with fear as they stared at the monster before them, their hatred growing even stronger at the Kryptonian gods who were worshipped by billions above them.

Unexpectedly, they were sent to carry out such a mission, and some of them were even forcibly controlled and enslaved, losing consciousness, their pupils were lifeless, and they were numb and dazed.

Fortunately, a few escaped the net and were not enslaved. Whether it was luck or bad luck, they unexpectedly discovered the truth and the group exchanged ideas and discussed countermeasures.

“At this rate, we’ll all die sooner or later. Let’s send those controlled gods to pave the way for him. Once we’ve done this job, we’ll leave and depart from the Kryptonian pantheon…”

"Quick, run away!"

"Quickly set up spatial passages!"

"No, it's all too late..."

Desperate roars echoed through the galaxy. Universe 2468 had already fallen. Countless superheroes and villains were utterly helpless. Before the mighty progenitor Doomsday, their resistance was like ants provoking a dragon, crushed underfoot, utterly pathetic and weak.

The Kryptonian gods, observing from afar, were engrossed in their discussion when they suddenly noticed the unusual activity. Turning their heads, the god of wisdom exclaimed in surprise.

"What's going on? Are there still people who haven't been enslaved by us?"

The Moon Goddess said coldly, "Just a few dogs that we didn't notice. I was just casually controlling a bunch of animals at the time, and that's how a few of them slipped away. It's nothing, don't worry!"

“They still want to escape our grasp, haha! What do you say, Rao?” Athena chimed in.

Without even looking up, Rao said, "You want to talk nonsense? I have to do it myself!"

Then, under his remote enslavement, the last small group could not escape the calamity. The lesser gods who were not controlled suddenly trembled violently, their irregular faces twisted as if they were resisting something. They all covered their heads and wailed, as if brain-eating worms had crawled into their brains.

After a few breaths, the crowd fell silent. One by one, their faces turned ashen, their eyes were lifeless, and they exuded a gloomy, deathly aura. They had all been successfully enslaved by the God.

At this moment, the few remaining conscious gods were all forcibly controlled by Rao, who then used their lowly bodies and filthy genes to control these worthless, lesser gods who were second only to the main gods.

They pushed their bloodlines to their limits, unleashing boundless divine power until the Kryptonian god was completely drained of its last bit of strength. In the end, they desperately opened a spatial tunnel leading to Earth in the main universe, and they were completely turned into mummies and killed by the ancient Doomsday with a single punch.

Rao planned to divert the trouble by testing Superman Clark, as a kind of appetizer before officially killing Ye Ritian, so that Doomsday wouldn't be unable to withstand Ye Ritian's endless tricks when it ran into that man later.

That man was too mysterious, his abilities were so vast and complex that he simply couldn't understand how one person could master so many abilities without damaging their own unique genetic power system, or how the other person could keep all these abilities compatible and coexisting. He just couldn't figure it out!

Logically speaking, that body shouldn't have been able to withstand so many chaotic and disorganized abilities, but he miraculously didn't self-destruct or destroy his internal tissues, remaining incredibly healthy and full of energy.

a few minutes ago