I became Superman

"Everyone, please be quiet."

The saint said, "Do not make things difficult for this lady."

The saint's words instantly transformed the rabid, wolf-like audience into sheep.

They let go of the woman.

The saint smiled and looked at the crowd, saying, "God is not afraid of people's doubts. Do you think that people's doubts will harm God? Why are you angry about it?"

The audience was completely convinced and confessed, "We are guilty."

The saint nodded in satisfaction and said, "Madam, you may use any method you desire to verify the existence of God."

Su Cheng thought she was doomed this time, but unexpectedly the saint let her go and allowed her to verify it freely.

She didn't have time to ponder the saint's intentions; she was worried that she would miss this hard-won opportunity.

Su Cheng kicked off her high heels, ran quickly towards the brazier, and stepped inside without thinking.

An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through my feet.

Su Cheng jumped out of the brazier as a reflex.

Although the time was short, her feet were burned, and she could no longer stand on her own.

The stockings melted from the flames, and also burned large blisters on her legs.

Su Cheng sat on the floor, letting out a pitiful cry.

Compared to the physical pain, the inner torment made her even more desperate.

She couldn't believe that there really was fire inside, a raging fire that could burn a person to death.

If that is truly fire, then what is a saint who is unaffected by the flames?

What about her deceased sister?

Instead of showing sympathy for Su Cheng's injuries, the audience cheered even louder.

In their view, this undoubtedly further confirmed the saint's divine power.

Zhou Ming frowned as he looked at the absurd scene.

Human reason can be so easily destroyed, leading to madness and cruelty.

Zhou Ming has always believed, and hoped, that humanity can become a better place through its own efforts.

But looking at the scene before him, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

Perhaps the beautiful things in human nature are actually very fragile, and humans can easily lose them.

The sage knelt down in front of Su Cheng, looking at her bloodied and mangled feet, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

This is the consequence of questioning him.

He not only wanted to inflict physical trauma on her, but also to deliver a powerful blow to her heart.

The saint said softly, "I thank you; you have given me the most irrefutable proof."

As he spoke, he turned and stepped into the brazier.

The raging fire that could have killed Su Cheng was like a tamed hunting dog beside him, not daring to approach his body at all.

The atmosphere reached an unprecedented peak, with many people moved to tears.

Su Cheng suddenly felt a chill.

The saint used her!

She wanted to expose him, but instead helped him win everyone's hearts.

Su Cheng felt remorseful, but even more confused.

How did he manage to do that? How could someone be so unafraid of flames?

If someone could truly accomplish such a miracle, wouldn't he be able to call himself a god?

The saint opened his arms to welcome the cheers of the crowd.

An untimely voice suddenly rang out, saying, "I'd like to verify that too."

The saint's smile faded, and he frowned as he looked at the person who had spoken, a young man with a clean yet profound demeanor.

There are already examples of women who have gone through this ordeal, yet some people still want to verify it.

The sage felt uneasy and said, "Man cannot test God; only God can test man!"

Zhou Ming laughed and said, "You should have told that lady that since we've already been tested once, why not try again?"

Without waiting for the saint's reaction, he went to the high platform and nimbly jumped into the brazier.

Flames swirled around him.

Zhou Ming retorted sarcastically, "Looks like I'm a saint too."

A gasp of surprise rang out from the hall.

The sage was momentarily stunned, but he quickly realized that someone from the same path had come to cause trouble. He immediately laughed and said, "That's right!"

"Blessed are the people here, for we have welcomed another saint..."

The saint only wanted to smooth things over as much as possible, but unexpectedly a hand suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

The cheers of the audience in the hall suddenly stopped, and they stared in shock at the scene before them, completely unaware of what had happened.

Zhou Ming brought the saint to his face, but he shook his head and said, "There is no saint here, only a charlatan who uses his meager abilities to slander and harm the people."

A crimson light flashed in Zhou Ming's eyes.

The heat vision burned through the saint's eyes.

Zhou Ming threw the corpse into the brazier, where flames raged and devoured the unclaimed flesh.

It is just a mortal body, without any magical power.

Zhou Ming turned his head and scanned the audience in the hall.

The audience was stunned; the burning of the saint's body had an earthquake-like impact on them.

Not long after, the audience suddenly knelt down, kowtowing to Zhou Ming with even more fervent emotion, and shouted:

"Almighty God!"

"Praise be to God!"

"My Lord has mercy!"

...

Zhou Ming was taken aback, but he quickly realized what had happened.

Watching these people rebuild their collapsed faith in such a short time, worshipping him fervently as if he were a saint, Zhou Ming suddenly wanted to laugh.

Zhou Ming said, "Do you really believe I am a so-called saint, and that there are gods in this world?"

"We believe, and we are willing to give everything to serve God!"

The frenzied noise nearly blew the roof off.

Zhou Ming nodded and said, "Very good."

He walked to the window, opened it, and said, “Now you can leave. Believe that there is a God in this world, and that this God is watching over you. Leave from here.”

"Those who do not believe in God, or who think that God does not care about the life and death of mankind, should leave through the main entrance."

The cheers in the hall immediately fell silent.

People looked at each other, unsure how to react.

A man in his forties walked to the window and peered out.

This is the 23rd floor. Looking down from here, people look as small as ants. Just one glance makes me feel dizzy and uneasy.

The man quickly pulled his head back and walked towards the door.

Others also got moving.

Some followed the uncle directly outside, while others went to the window to look around.

The night breeze on the sixteenth floor dispelled the fervor in their hearts.

They decisively moved away from the window and walked outside without looking back.

In no time, everyone in the venue left, leaving only Su Cheng and a little girl who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Su Cheng found some ice from somewhere and was applying it to herself as a cold compress.

The little girl stared intently at Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"

The little girl pointed to the window and said, "I want to go that way."

Su Cheng was startled. Ignoring the pain in her foot, she rushed over and grabbed the little girl, saying, "Don't be so silly. You're still young and don't understand many things. There are no gods in this world. Go back now!"

The little girl smiled and shook her head, saying, "If there's no god, where else can I go?"