I became light in American comics.

Chapter 644 Death

"I swear that wasn't my original quote."

Shen You said earnestly.

"I absolutely did not say that."

"So you mean similar things have been said before, right?" Zero squinted.

Shen You: "."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Shen was speechless and could only glance unhappily at Kara, who was babbling incoherently. Since she had said the wrong thing, Kara had been trying to minimize her presence, and now that he saw her, she lowered her head even further, muttering something like "remembered she forgot to turn off the tap" before tucking her tail between her legs and running away.

Fortunately, the young master was magnanimous and let the matter pass with a wave of his hand. In fact, Shen You thought that the main reason was probably that the rabbit didn't feel offended.

Arrogance is his persona, and he's long accepted it. After all, his strength speaks for itself, and he also has this strange "can't live without showing off" trait. Even if his arrogance sometimes backfires, he'll still be as arrogant as ever.

"You're still doing so much scientific research here."

"yes."

When it came to his research field, Shen You immediately became interested and introduced it as if he knew it by heart.

"This is the Speed ​​Force project, which is... well... a study of certain laws based on time and space. Simply put, it makes me appear very fast."

Here we are researching a project called 'Source,' and this thing here is called the Mother Box, which is a tool and weapon directly connected to 'Source.' However, this project is far more complex than anything else I've worked on; it involves the birth of this universe, and even the entire multiverse to which it belongs. My progress is currently limited."

As he spoke, he noticed that Zero's gaze was drawn to the colorful light rings floating in the force field.

"Oh, those," Shen You explained, "those are light rings that control colored lights, the ones I demonstrated before. Many people in this universe use rings to harness the power of light, and the spectrum of each color is related to a source of emotion in all living beings in the universe. If you're interested, I can show you more in-depth research materials."

"Haha, no thanks, then forget it." Zero chuckled dryly.

Just kidding, he used to get sleepy even when reading textbooks back in the day. Just hearing about the research items in this stuff makes him want to yawn.

He's the kind of combat genius who can pick up and use any equipment you give him in a few seconds; he can quickly adapt to and master the use of various weapons. But asking him to figure out how guns are made is way too much of a stretch for this brute.

"As expected, people from the Science and Technology Bureau are all incomprehensible."

He muttered to himself, his gaze quickly falling to something not far away.

On the other side of the laboratory, near those floating light rings, was another object bound by a force field.

A large black book.

"This thing," he approached, frowning slightly, "it gives me a bad feeling, I can't quite put my finger on it, but it feels dangerous."

If I had to put it into words, it's similar to something in their universe that controls ultimate darkness. As a race of light, they instinctively repel such things and feel an invisible sense of crisis just by getting close to them.

"Oh, that."

Shen You was checking the readings on the light ring, and casually remarked without turning his head.

"That thing called the 'Book of Darkness' is quite dangerous. It involves a powerful figure called the Black Death Emperor. Theoretically, it can destroy an entire universe and reverse the world of the living and the dead."

"That dangerous?" Zero asked in surprise.

"Yes. But don't worry, I've already figured out how to deal with the Black Death Emperor's potential threat. I've been trying to find clues about him through the Book of Darkness, but so far there hasn't been much progress."

"Hmm, that sounds like everything is under your control. But... speaking of which, this so-called Dark Book of yours, it keeps flashing around, is that normal?"

"what?"

Shen You was taken aback and turned his head.

Sure enough, the Book of Darkness, shrouded in a force field, appeared, its cover bearing large, flickering text.

Shen You narrowed his eyes.

Has it finally arrived?

Seaside city.

Moonlight poured down on the graveyard at night, turning this desolate place into a silvery white. The tombstones stood like ghosts, and the weeds swayed gently in the night wind, making a rustling sound like the whispers of the dead.

Between the graves, a tombstone had fallen askew. The grave had been dug up, revealing a coffin half-filled with rainwater. The edges of the coffin were covered with mottled soil and traces of time.

The man lay quietly inside.

He was dressed in a black uniform, a tight-fitting leather cloak made from a body bag cut from a funeral home, and a black cape. He was holding a skull in his hands, his head pressed against the skull with a mysterious smile, as if the skull could bring him immense comfort.

And that wasn't even the only one.

Beneath him lay even more skeletons. The white bones gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Everything was eerily silent, as if the place where the dead lay had become a natural forbidden zone. Only the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves drifted from afar.

His name was William Hand, but that was a name he had long since abandoned.

He once called himself Black Hand, using a lost alien wand he found to fight against the Green Lantern. That wand had been used by Athocitus, the former leader of the Red Lanterns, and could neutralize the power of the Color Lantern Rings.

But that's all in the past now.

Throughout his life, the Black Hand was intoxicated by death. Buried in cold, damp earth, all he heard was the eerie sobbing of his own body, and all he saw was the endless darkness beneath him.

He was completely captivated by it and couldn't extricate himself.

Although he was still alive, his heart was already filled with death.

He was very happy.

William had heard as a child that the journey and the destination were equally important. But in his eyes, the destination, for everyone, was death.

Ultimately, the eternal darkness will shroud a person in judgment of their life, and that darkness will take away all pain and sorrow forever.

Clutching the skeleton tightly, head pressed to the ground, William Hand squinted and muttered to himself.

Yes, I'm listening.

"Feed? Are you still there?"

Yes, it's me.

"I can hear you."

He could hear the voice calling his name.

He's been able to hear it since he can remember.

His family lived and worked at a funeral home in the seaside town. His parents and two brothers made up the family of five.

He was the second child in the family. His earliest memories are from when he was learning to walk, or rather, the only scene from that period that he still remembers vividly.

He barged into the place where his father was working and saw the woman lying there, cold and lifeless.

That scene was deeply imprinted in his young mind.

"It's so beautiful," he thought.

His father never understood him, nor did his family.

But he soon discovered his talent. It was as if he was born to be what he was meant to be and what he was meant to do.

He can hear death.

(End of this chapter)