Why is his holy light red?

He was intoxicated by the feeling of looking down on all living beings like a god, and being able to destroy everything at any time.

I am already the strongest in the world, why should I care about anything else? With just a gentle squeeze, the entire planet will be shattered, and then reassembled according to his will. He can mold it into whatever shape he wants.

I am the supreme god!

The barrier of holy light continued to shrink, almost squeezing the rock figure inside into a ball.

The volcanic rock roared and cried out in pain. Normally, his body could deform at will, as the flow of magma was never fixed in shape. But under the compression of the holy light barrier, he felt as if every tissue in his body was enduring a force of tens of thousands of tons. The rock and lava were forced to degenerate into flesh and blood, only to be crushed under the immense pressure.

Mercury stared expressionlessly at his opponent, who was about to be crushed to death, as if this little superhuman was the first sacrifice for Mercury's ascension to godhood.

However, just as Mercury's hand was about to completely crush the volcanic rock, it suddenly stopped moving.

A distant call seemed to echo in his ears: "Kill him, what are you waiting for?"

Mercury frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"There is no reason why, because you can do it. You are the supreme god, and everything that does not suit your will should be erased. The world should be under your control. Destroy everything, reshape it, and create everything you desire. Your will is supreme. Don't be like your father, why should you care about the lives of these ants? Why should you help these ugly and greedy mortals?"

The voice seemed to possess a captivating allure.

Mercury felt he could truly destroy everything; he could kill volcanic rock, so why not?

Why...

Mercury frowned, gritted his teeth, and roared, "When you help others, you ask why you should help them; when you kill, you ask why you don't kill? Are you the kind of bloodthirsty internet user who just watches the show?"

The mysterious voice paused for a moment, as if it had not expected Mercury to answer in this way.

Mercury seized the opportunity while the part of him was still conscious and shouted, "Get out of here, and don't interfere!"

The golden holy light changed color, gradually being replaced by red.

A sound like shattering glass rang out, and the holy light barrier trapping the volcanic rock shattered instantly, as heat waves once again swept through the entire hall.

"call!"

Mercury let out a long breath, but he still couldn't stop his chest from heaving violently.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. Had he gone mad? How could the thought of destroying the world suddenly pop into his head?

The volcanic rock, having just escaped its confinement, stared in disbelief at the boy before it.

Looking at the volcanic rock that had been freed, Mercury pondered for a moment, then extended his right hand toward the magma monster.

Flamestone looked at Mercury with a puzzled expression, seemingly unaware of his meaning.

Mercury said, "Winning by borrowing power that doesn't belong to me doesn't make me a hero. Old man, there's an old saying in the East: 'No fight, no friendship.' Let's call this game a draw."

The volcanic rock remained silent for a long time before finally reverting to its human form. Although it didn't grasp Mercury's right hand, the world's second strongest being said, "There are no excuses for life or death, victory or defeat. I'm old and can't keep up with this era. It wasn't a draw; you won."

Mercury was somewhat surprised by this quick surrender.

Volcanic Rock gave Mercury a deep look, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he just sighed and said, "No matter how much you want to fit into this world, you are ultimately not the same race as them."

Leaving behind these words, Volcanic Rock turned and left.

Once the volcanic rocks had dissipated, Mercury looked up at the ceiling. The molten mechanical arm was still dripping molten iron, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the ceiling, reaching a golden figure high in the sky.

At this very moment, the angel of holy light was also looking down at Mercury from the heavens. His gaze truly pierced through all obstacles and saw everything that had just happened.

He finally loosened his tightly clenched fists and relaxed his tense shoulders.

"You didn't disappoint me." The Holy Angel murmured to the howling cold wind, "My dear child, you will surely become a hero even greater than me."

The battle was over, and the prison's sprinkler system seemed to have just been activated. The cascading water cooled the scorching cells, instantly creating a cacophony of hissing sounds and thick, hot white mist.

Amidst rising steam, Mercury, enveloped in a red holy light that shielded him from the vapor, slowly emerged.

Only then did the prisoners hiding in the distance dare to cautiously peek out.

Several unfortunate souls who had gotten too close earlier had half their bodies scalded and blistered by the residual heat, yet they gritted their teeth and dared not utter a sound. A hundred or so awe-inspiring gazes were fixed on this fifteen-year-old boy.

As Volcanic Rock said, no one cares whether your power is borrowed, just like no one cares whether the gun in your hand is Barbie pink or gold; as long as it can fire bullets, it makes no difference.

Mercury's shot truly set the stage for future success.

Black Egg appeared out of nowhere and excitedly ran to Mercury's side.

"Big brother! You're amazing! You're practically the strongest in the world, even the Holy Light Angels aren't as powerful as you!"

Black Egg's massive, two-meter-tall body emerged from some corner, his face trembling with excitement.

He suddenly swung his arms, and the holographic projection unfolded in mid-air, with cheap electronic cigarettes exploding on the screen and colorful rainbow-colored flattery scrolling around it.

Mercury watched the big, black guy gesticulating wildly; this guy had absolutely no concept of being the strongest in the world.

I was initially too lazy to bother with him, but Black Egg was a natural at making friends and getting carried away, so he started brainstorming nicknames for Mercury: "Boss, what do you think of Red Dwarf?"

Mercury glanced at this guy's height of over two meters, while he himself was less than 1.7 meters tall, and finally couldn't help but curse, "If you're uncultured, don't try to come up with nicknames like others!"

Black Egg explained, "But I think this nickname is very sacred!"

Seeing Mercury's expression, Black Egg said again, "Then, boss, what do you think of the nickname 'Blood Knight'?"

Mercury was even more speechless. What kind of third-rate villain did he sound like? Mercury completely abandoned the idea of ​​wasting time talking to him and went straight to his cell.

He was supposed to deliver an impromptu, wicked, and domineering speech so that all the prisoners would understand his will and the rules he was about to re-establish.

But Mercury didn't have time for that now; he returned to his cell only to carefully study the rampage he had just experienced.

For the first time in his life, Mercury lost control of his mind.

Perhaps mental superpowers are a rare breed, and Mercury hasn't encountered one in all these years.

The red holy light is the type that gets stronger the more you train it. Physical resistance can be gradually increased by hitting your fingers with a hammer, and healing ability can be gradually developed by starting with small wounds.

The only time Mercury felt most humiliated was when he accidentally clicked on a website featuring child abuse novels.

In any case, it hadn't suffered any mental attacks, so the red holy light didn't have any mental resistance.

But things are different now. Mercury has just broken free from a terrifying illusion, and he feels that this golden holy light might help him activate his mental resistance.

Mercury did as he pleased, once again manipulating the golden holy light within him, the gold and red colors reflecting each other brilliantly.

Golden holy light enveloped Mercury, and an aura of unparalleled holiness permeated the air, making him appear as if a god had descended to earth.

And that feeling of being the only one who mattered in the world returned once again. Mercury felt omnipotent, but the desire for destruction followed.

Everything in sight appeared inferior and fragile.

The mold on the walls, the disgusting sounds and smells in the prison, and even the entire ugly world seemed so unbearable at this moment.

Why not erase it all?

Why not just tear this disgusting mess down and start over? The urge to destroy spread through Mercury's brain like a drug adrenaline rush.

But soon, the red holy light severed the brief contact, once again relieving this feeling of being the only one who mattered.

Mercury took a breath. This time the experience was clearer, but a strange question arose: why must becoming a god mean destroying everything?

This golden holy light seems incredibly sacred, but it feels so sinister when used.

However, I seem to be able to control myself, which is a good opportunity to train my mental resilience.

Just as they were about to continue their research, Black Egg's voice came from outside the cell: "Boss, someone's looking for you."

Mercury looked up and saw that the black egg had completely blocked the narrow cell door.

"Who's looking for me, the Beast Gang?" Mercury put away the red light.

Black Egg stepped aside, making a gap.

Standing outside the door was a girl who looked frighteningly thin. She looked no more than a year or two older than Mercury, and her whole body was like a skeleton covered with a layer of pale skin. Her face was covered with extremely inappropriate heavy smoky makeup, and her eyeshadow was smudged like two bruises.

She clutched tightly at the ill-fitting hem of her coat, her voice trembling like a withered leaf in the cold wind: "Hi...I...I'm Flora."

Mercury walked past her, his eyes questioning Black Egg. Black Egg lowered his voice, seeking praise: "The people Shadow Fiend sent over, the ones I mentioned to you before."

Mercury recalled Black Egg's mention of the Black Olive's power structure. Shadow Fiend, the only female leader among the three major Black Olive factions, had a very primitive survival logic—she relied on sheltering and betraying her female prisoners in exchange for resources and territory.

Mercury didn't judge right or wrong; after all, it wasn't easy to survive in this wretched place, and it was already quite remarkable that Shadow Fiend was able to protect some of the girls.

Mercury asked, "Wait, didn't your Shadow Fiend sister realize I'm a minor?"

Upon hearing this, Flora's thin shoulders shrank slightly, and her voice became even softer: "Me...me too."

"That's not the point." Mercury felt his head buzzing. Putting aside the fact that he only had a few days left before his release, who would be so idle as to engage in illicit activities in this serious offender detention center? Who knows if his dear old father is watching him from above?

Just as Mercury was about to send the person away, a question suddenly occurred to him: this Black Olive only accepted criminals with superpowers, so he asked curiously, "What abilities do you have?"

Flora clenched her fingers tightly, her eyes visibly reddening, and stammered, "I...I really don't have any experience...No, but I can learn..."

Mercury: "..."

There must be some misunderstanding.

He had to change his question: "What is your superpower?"

Flora froze, blinked blankly, and then stammered out, "I...I can sing."