I became Superman

A mysterious gathering?

Could it be some kind of cult?

Zhou Ming planned to investigate later to see what was going on.

Back home, Zhou Ming sat in his room for a while, carefully listening to the situation in the city.

At first, there was nothing to discover. Most of the massive amount of voices were meaningless data, just ordinary people's daily lives, such as what to eat for dinner, complaining about working overtime, or men and women in red and green.

Some information is useful to ordinary people, but it is meaningless to him.

For example, internal meetings of government officials, or investment plans of wealthy merchants.

Fortunately, his mind is strong enough now, otherwise the sheer volume of information would have turned him into an idiot.

Even with a strong enough mind, it's boring enough to deal with this jumble of noise-like information.

Zhou Ming listened patiently for almost half an hour before he made some discoveries.

He noticed some people handing out flyers.

Unlike ordinary people handing out business flyers, these people were furtive, quickly leaving the flyers on residents' doorknobs without exchanging a single word with each other.

They only say "May God protect us" when they meet in different squads.

Zhou Ming decided to see how things went.

Two guys handing out flyers were in a nearby residential area. Zhou Ming didn't disturb them, but instead picked up the flyers and looked at them after they left.

I saw that it was written:

"The One True God, the Salvation of the End Times."

The lecture was held on [date] at [location].

Zhou Ming was somewhat surprised; this was far too blatant, directly writing the time and location of the gathering on the flyer.

These people acted furtively, and their leaflets were audacious and completely undisguised.

Aren't they afraid of being caught by the police?

Zhou Ming sensed something was amiss with this organization.

Now that the time and place were set, Zhou Ming decided to go in and see what kind of organization it was.

The time was the following evening.

Zhou Ming was bored during the day, so he wandered around the Pacific Ocean for a while and made some new discoveries. In the waters near Japan, he observed a huge sea monster lingering.

Sensing his gaze, the giant sea beast dived deep into the sea and disappeared in no time.

Zhou Ming didn't press the matter further. Some of the strange creatures in this world no longer seemed strange to him.

In the evening, Zhou Ming returned to Chengdu.

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhou Ming hurried to the gathering location.

That was a banquet hall on the top floor of a large hotel.

Zhou Ming took the elevator upstairs and saw that many people were going to the top floor like him.

Upon reaching the top floor, a long queue had already formed at the entrance to the banquet hall, with many people coming to attend the speech.

There were two burly men guarding the entrance to the banquet hall, but they did not check anyone's identity and let everyone in directly.

All of this surprised Zhou Ming.

This organization, whose name itself sounds rather odd, seems to have no intention of hiding anything.

Could this actually be a legitimate organization?

That's unlikely...

Zhou Ming followed the crowd into the banquet hall and found it already full of people; those who arrived later had to stand.

There were about a hundred white prayer cushions in the venue. The early arrivals sat on the cushions, and with those standing at the back, the total number of attendees was nearly two hundred.

Opposite the audience was a raised platform, on which sat a blazing fire.

Behind the brazier was the speaker, a slender forty-year-old man dressed in pristine white, with a mysterious smile on his lips as he looked at the audience.

The audience looked at him with fervor and reverence.

Zhou Ming then realized that these audience members had probably attended more than once and had great faith in the speaker.

However, Zhou Ming quickly noticed one person whose expression was completely different from the others.

She was a woman in her mid-twenties, dressed in smart work clothes, high heels, flesh-colored stockings, and her hair tied in a convenient bun.

She mingled in the crowd, but unlike the others, she didn't idolize the speaker; her expression held a hint of deliberately suppressed anger.

That's interesting; looks like there's going to be a good show.

Zhou Ming thought about it leisurely.

At this moment, the speaker, or rather the saint, Zhou Ming heard people address that person in this way.

The saint looked around at everyone in the room and smiled, "Many new friends have arrived today. This is excellent. Our organization is growing larger and larger, which pleases God."

"God desires that all people be saved, but people are stubborn by nature, clinging to their own prejudices and refusing to draw near to God's teachings."

"They don't realize that only by giving up their ego and letting the spirit of God become their own can they truly be happy."

He paused slightly at this point, and immediately a chorus of praises to God filled the hall.

"Almighty God!"

"Merciful Lord!"

...

The saint waited until the crowd fell silent before continuing, "However, I can understand those people. How can they believe in giving up their own selves and serving God wholeheartedly?"

"Therefore God sent me to guide you all, to verify for you, and to let you know that God's existence is real and true."

As he spoke, he stood up from the prayer mat and stepped barefoot into the raging fire.

Flames danced around him, yet they couldn't damage even a single hem of his clothing.

"This is God's testimonies for you. In the fires of the end times, the same power will protect you from harm and grant you salvation."

The sage said,

A brief silence fell over the room.

The audience was immediately swept away by a frenzy that was enough to destroy their reason.

"Praise be to God!"

"Almighty God, merciful Lord!"

People cried, laughed, and shouted, kowtowing incessantly to the saint, acting like madmen.

……

The saint listened to the cheers of the people and felt as if he were drunk.

He loved this career so much that countless people worshipped him and regarded him as their master.

With just a word, he could make them hand over all their assets, or even kill them.

They were even grateful to him when they handed over their property or even died.

They knelt down and kissed his feet, considering it an honor to have done so for him.

How ridiculous, yet how mesmerizing!

They are the ones who are ridiculous, while he alone enjoys the intoxication.

In the hearts of these people, he is a god.

No, not in the minds of these people, he will definitely become a true god.

The saint smiled and nodded with satisfaction, about to step out of the brazier, when suddenly a sharp female voice pierced through the shouts of the people.

"Don't believe him!"

The woman Zhou Ming had just seen pushed her way out of the crowd and shouted, "He's a fraud! He's trying to harm everyone! This is just a bunch of charlatan tricks! I can prove it to you!"

As she spoke, the woman rushed toward the brazier.

The audience members were shocked and speechless when they saw someone dare to question the saint. Then they were filled with rage.

They rushed forward, yelling and tearing at the woman, shouting, "Throw her out! This madwoman! This blasphemer!"

"She has polluted the peace of this place. We can't let her leave so easily. We have to teach her a lesson."

People crowded forward to tear at the woman, while those who couldn't get a chance could only try to pinch her or pull her hair to express their anger.

The woman's hair was disheveled and fell over her face, and her clothes were wrinkled and crumpled, making her look like a madwoman.