Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 506 The Return of the Dead, the Path to Godhood

When Ganther first buried the Spirit of Existence on Earth, he truly did not expect that the creatures on this remote planet would cause so much trouble.

They could never have imagined that this place would be the end of the darkest night in the prophecy.

Ganther couldn't help but think that this might also be part of the prophecy—trying every possible way to avoid the events foretold in the prophecy, only to be pushed into them in the end.

Perhaps he should have supported Abin Sue and allowed the Green Lantern Corps to mediate the war between the Amazons and Atlanteans; maybe things wouldn't have turned out so badly.

But it's too late for regrets now. The seven colors converged and white light appeared, which was undoubtedly the only light to shine in the dying universe.

Thus, far beyond the universe, the Black Lantern, representing death, finally had its ultimate goal.

Just as the spirit of existence is the embodiment of white light, every color of the emotional spectrum has its corresponding physical form.

The gaunt skeleton in the air, wielding a scythe and draped in a black cloak that blotted out the sky, was the physical manifestation of Black Lamp, the Black Death Emperor.

And this is just the beginning.

With a swing of his scythe, the Black Death Emperor shattered space in the universe, unleashing an endless army of the dead from the rifts. This was the Black Death...

The Lamp Corpses, the army of the Black Death Emperor.

Long before the Kryptonian army had conquered any territory and set its sights on Senagon and Earth, the Black Death Emperor's army had already been wreaking havoc in hundreds of sectors of the universe.

With this continuous snowballing, the number of the dead he had amassed had already reached a level that no one could comprehend.

But that's not even the worst part—what's even more troublesome is the overwhelming swarm of black light rings, like bees or locusts.

Like the other colors of the emotional spectrum, the agent of the Dark Light of Death also needs a ring to drive its power, but unlike the users of the emotional spectrum's rings, the Dark Light ring requires the wearer to be a dead person.

Apart from the one that flew into the Gotham underground, the rest of the Black Lantern rings scattered across the surface and sky above Metropolis.

This is a battlefield where Kryptonians and the Green Lantern Corps are locked in fierce combat, and the corpses and remains there are far more numerous than those of the Black Death Emperor's current Black Lantern Corpses.

Countless black lantern rings reached straight to the heavens, hurtling towards the planet Mogo, which had already shattered into fragments.

Planet Mogo not only serves to recruit new members for the Green Lantern Corps, but it is also one of the burial grounds for Green Lantern Corps members.

Those who dedicate their lives to the Lamp Ring but end up homeless will be buried along with their Lamp Ring on the surface of Mogok.

Deep in a valley.

Now, this has become the best source of manpower for the Black Lantern Rings!

Ganther knew this was the final outcome—no one could defeat the Black Death Emperor and the Black Lantern Legion at this point.

The power of the spirit of the white light has not yet recovered, and the seven-colored light has no representative; they have no means to counter the black light.

The first one to be resurrected by Black Lantern was Superman, who was buried deep underground in the watchtower and came from the same universe as Batman. He was also almost the starting point for everything to fall apart.

Inside the Red Sun capsule, the sealed walls and partitions were pierced by a sudden black light ring. After finding its host, "Earth-1 Superman," awakened by the ring, rose from the dead.

To call it a resurrection isn't entirely accurate; he was still in the form of the dead. But this brought additional benefits.

Using the power of the darkness, Superman, bathed in the red sunlight, disregarded his limitations and easily tore open the cell door, escaping: "I'm back!"

This superman caused a series of anomalies to erupt within the prison system.

This caused Steelbone, who had left a listening thread within the security system, to turn pale: "No way, not again?!"

Last time, the battle between the two Supermen nearly destroyed half of Gotham, and that was even when neither of them was at full strength.

This bastard has come back to life! How will things end this time?!

Fortunately, after hearing Batman tell various stories about "watchtowers being hacked," Cyborg was somewhat prepared for the unreliability of watchtowers in terms of security, so he had several backup plans.

Steelbone immediately sent a message to everyone in the watchtower base: "Run! Run!"

The most reliable solution is naturally to teleport away!

The Cyborg robot and the other personnel in the base, including Wonder Woman and the others who were still in the intensive care unit, were all transferred by the teleportation matrix to a safer place in the Arctic, the Amazonian paradise island.

This secluded paradise, now isolated from the world, was originally not welcoming to all outsiders, but Cyborg doesn't care about that now. His teleportation system, which originated from the blast tunnel, can send people wherever he wants!

As soon as the rest of the crew landed in the watchtower, before Old Bat could even react, Hawkgirl, who had already died once, clutched her N-metal warhammer, gritting her teeth: "I felt it! It was him!"

The fact that Superman suddenly turned on them and killed them all remains Hawkgirl's deepest pain to this day.

"Steelbow, open the portal and send me back!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Cyborg would never do that. If Hawkgirl could die at Superman's hands once, she could certainly die a second time: "He'll kill you!"

Just as the two were arguing, a jet-black trail streaked across the sky, flashed and pierced through the barrier outside Paradise Island, disappearing into a remote wilderness.

"Is that because—"

Cyborg and Hawkgirl stared in that direction, momentarily stunned.

When Superman crashed into space, it wasn't just Superman who came with him; it was the entire Justice League team.

They even prepared a proper funeral for each member with great solemnity. Wasn't that direction just now—

Realizing what had happened, the two of them shuddered. Cyborg couldn't help but curse out loud, "Damn it!"

Unlike everyone else who were terrified by this apocalyptic scene, Jor El seemed particularly relaxed because at this moment when the darkest night had fallen, his research on the Anti-Life Equation had come to an end.

"Loneliness—Alienation—Fear—"

Syllable by syllable escaped Joe Al's lips and surfaced in his mind, these different phrases intertwining and overlapping, revealing to him the reality of what he had been searching for all along: "despair—self-worth—mockery—condemnation—"

"Just you wait, Karl!"

Joe El reached out and grasped at the air, a jet-black chain forming in his hand: "The path to godhood is now in my grasp!"

By drawing upon Martian philosophy, the contrast between the white light itself and the equation of life, and using the Black Death Emperor of the present world as a reference, he finally arrived at the true solution to the equation: {Loneliness + Alienation + Fear + Despair + Self-worth ÷ Ridicule ÷ Condemnation ÷ Misunderstanding · Guilt · Shame · Failure · Judgment: N}

Where N = foolishness, love = lies, life = death, and ego = the dark side.

The unusual events on the battlefield were noticed by Joe El, but he didn't take them to heart.

The anti-life equation is the ultimate deconstruction of the meaning of the existence of all life in the world. Once it is proven that the existence of life itself is meaningless, then it can be proven that humans can control everything.

And no matter how many of these dying, dark-light corpses there are, how can they compare to oneself who has mastered the anti-life equation?

"Do you know that, son?"

Jor-El gripped the black chains in his hands against his chest, transforming them into a black sphere. In the blink of an eye, the Black Lantern Corpses rushing towards the Kryptonian army disintegrated: "I am now a new god who has leaped out of this decaying universe, mastering destiny, transcending time—these troublesome family ties..."

"The war and the political games are over. I need nothing now, and I don't even need you anymore!"

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