Chapter 257: You're One Of Them?

"The truth of the universe?"

H'el raised an eyebrow.

Isn't it just the multiverse, numerous parallel universes derived from the 52 primal universes, and sphere of gods, heaven, the Source Wall, hell, the Dreaming, the Endless, Yuga Khan, Trigon, Lucifer, and God... Although he vaguely knew about these things, H'el still felt very unfamiliar with this world.

In the past, he only knew a little bit of information from the comics, completely unable to truly understand the role significance and personalities assigned to each gods and their names.

Just like Jor-El, H'el initially thought he would be like in the comics, doing everything possible to save Krypton, using any means to save all life on Krypton because he represented the hope of Krypton.

Only Jor-El deeply understood the truth about the impending explosion of Krypton's core. When facing the powerlessness of the upper echelons, H'el also thought he would do everything with Jor-El, overthrowing the upper echelons, stabilizing Krypton's power structure, opening up the Science Council, using all his abilities to lead the entire Krypton, inspiring all Kryptonian scientists to spark innovative thinking and save our planet.

But he never expected that in the end, Jor-El's character was no different from the corrupt upper class of Krypton—stubborn,, maintaining his class's power and interests with the righteous cause of not wanting to sacrifice any lives, exiling himself to space, ultimately leading to the destruction of the entire Krypton, only protecting his son and continuing his lineage.

Of course, after H'el's manipulation, Superman was already his son.

No one knows Jor-El better than H'el; he is not the righteous and just person depicted in the comics but rather an ordinary person who wholeheartedly protects the interests of the upper class.

Only by spending time with him did H'el realize that he has the complex and ever-changing psychology of an ordinary human on Earth, which cannot be fully understood in just a few pages of comics.

To categorize this vast DC universe based on comics alone would leave so much untold.

Therefore, H'el was quite interested in the cosmic truth mentioned by the Highfather.

The more you know, the more you can take the initiative from the clues of major events you know and become the ultimate powerful one who stands at the highest peak, laughing at the end.

Seeing H'el seemingly interested, the Highfather slightly relaxed.

In this universe, power wielders of his class have enough strength to access parts of the universe's truth and enough strength to be utilized by themselves.

"This universe is already in danger."

The Highfather put down his cup, gesturing upwards, and an explosion phantom appeared between them.

The universe began to take shape.

The Highfather manipulated the projection, condensing the scope of the universe's birth after the explosion into the size of a marble, falling within the range of a faceplate. Countless universes began to appear within the size of the faceplate, colliding and forming stable patterns.

The universe, comprised of marbles.

H'el pondered, his eyes involuntarily narrowing.

Outside the universe, many towering shadows began to appear, each emitting boundless majesty, gathering together to witness the birth of the universe, akin to several tall men bending down to observe marbles on a faceplate.

"Another new universe has been born."

"A new cycle of sources has emerged, and it's time for us to harvest."

"Unfortunately, the barrier of the Speed Force has led all the gods astray on the path of time. Otherwise, entering the multiverse would truly satisfy our hunger."

"Hmph... If the true self could enter, we wouldn't even be able to snatch a trace of the source."

"It's just you guys."

"Hahaha, another struggle is underway."

"Let me see which avatar can outshine the others and dominate this universe."

H'el solemnly stared at the group of shadows. He instantly understood that these shadows were so powerful that the Highfather couldn't manifest them, or it was unnecessary for H'el to know all the information, hence their appearance as shadows.

The universe seemed like marbles on a faceplate, ready for them to harvest the sources.

But what exactly are these sources?

H'el didn't know.

Next, H'el's gaze sharpened as he saw the Highfather also appear, walking into the midst of the shadows, alongside them.

Numerous shadows, along with the Father himself, split into countless smaller shadow avatars, all pouring into the newly born universes.

H'el's gaze intensified as he witnessed the multitude of shadow avatars entering each marble-like universe, igniting wars within them. The shadows stirred up chaos, relentless in their conquests.

Some thrived and evolved, some sustained themselves through warfare, while others formed alliances with the indigenous species of the universe, cooperating with them.

Some served as the genetic source, committing suicide upon entry, leaving behind their bodies and psychic powers, initiating a genetic civilization where each civilization continuously studied their genes to control biological talents, perpetuating their lineage.

Thus, within the genetic makeup of this civilization, each individual possessed genes formed by their psychic powers.

H'el fell silent.

So, the entire civilization of Krypton had its origins in the corpse of a shadow avatar.

In fact, H'el had long suspected it. When he traveled back to Krypton, he found the Codex, which contained records of all Kryptonian genes. The appearance of Codex was akin to a humanoid skull, making it hard to imagine that such an advanced Kryptonian civilization stored all genetic information in an object resembling a skull.

Even with his enhanced vision, H'el couldn't see anything else. It truly seemed like an object solely for storing Kryptonian genetic information.

However, this particular object was unique. When used to create Kryptonian infants, it naturally generated up to three thousand genetic chains formed by psychic powers.

Through all this, H'el finally understood the origin of Kryptonian civilization.

If all this were true, then how powerful were those shadows, to consider the multiverse as mere marbles on a faceplate, to freely plunder the so-called sources?

The Kryptonian avatars' corpses, how mighty was their original form?

As for what the sources were, H'el never found out.

He never saw what they were fighting for.

Upon entry, it was simply a deadly battle of life and death, a deathmatch where the universe served as the battlefield, with shadow avatars attacking each other relentlessly, weaving schemes and plots without rest.

"So, you are also one of them?" H'el's eyes met the Highfather's.

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