Shazam? Transcendent, Don't Resist

"Diana explained that she is an Amazon princess and that humans are not qualified to award her a medal, so she doesn't plan to come."

Clark, knowing the most, answered Hal Jordan's question.

"That's true.

You forgot she introduced herself as being thousands of years old," Flash whispered.

Nations are insignificant on a timescale of millennia. The UN Secretary-General is a respected elder, but in her eyes, he's likely just a newborn infant.

"David has always disliked these kinds of events."

Clark continued.

He actually felt that David, like Diana, didn't care about the medals solemnly awarded by the UN; he didn't need others to recognize him with medals.

"Arthur's reason was vague; he seems to prefer not to be in the spotlight."

"As for Cyborg..." He paused, and Flash picked up.

"Cyborg can't accept his appearance for the time being."

Barry Allen, wearing his red suit, felt his palms sweat as he was watched by so many people, especially knowing this moment would be broadcast globally. His voice tightened slightly.

Before this, he had only helped the police in Central City catch petty thieves and robbers. He had never seen such a grand occasion.

"Imagine his half-man, half-machine, strange appearance being shown to the whole world. It would surely spark public curiosity and discussion, equivalent to tearing open his wounds and showing them to everyone."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, thinking of the pitiful Cyborg.

"Speaking of which, it's truly unbelievable.

You actually came. Before I saw you, I always thought you were a nocturnal bat-like vampire who could only survive in the darkness."

After a few seconds, Hal Jordan playfully looked at Batman on the other side.

"I'm tired of having to guard against police gunfire from behind while capturing criminals in the city."

Bruce Wayne's voice was low and expressionless.

Many times, he had narrowly dodged both criminals' fists and police bullets. Although he had saved countless people in Gotham, he was still considered a dangerous fugitive in Gotham, just like the criminals he apprehended.

Receiving this honorary medal from the UN would help alleviate some of his troubles.

"Soon, our team's name will be announced to the entire world."

Hal Jordan lowered his voice and quietly asked.

"Have you thought about the first thing we'll do after our official debut as the Justice League?"

After that day, they had discussed team names on a secret communication channel, but they couldn't settle on a good one after much deliberation.

David felt all their discussions were unnecessary. Wouldn't the name Justice League be the final outcome anyway?

He simply brought it up directly to stop Clark from constantly tagging him in the channel asking for suggestions.

Once the name "Justice League" was proposed, everyone unanimously agreed. It expressed the team's original purpose, being concise and powerful, and thus the team name was settled.

The initial eight members of the League would be joined by new members later if needed.

Although David claimed he only wanted an honorary title, no one truly considered the main force that had saved the world multiple times, the strongest among them, as merely a nominal member.

"After the award ceremony.

The UN Secretary-General seems to have something he wants to ask of us."

Batman knew that once the League was established, the world's attention would likely be focused on them. Their first action needed to be brilliant and flawless, and they couldn't casually handle a minor issue.

"The Secretary-General?" Hal Jordan blinked in surprise.

What would the UN Secretary-General ask of them?

The primary responsibility of the UN was to prevent wars and maintain international peace and security, acting as a lubricant and mediator to foster friendly international relations. Whatever they were asked to do would undoubtedly be related to this.

"Is there any place that's been unstable recently? The Middle East?"

When modern world conflicts were mentioned, it was hard not to think of the Middle East.

"I saw on the news that a country in the Middle East called Khandaq seems to have a new ruler.

He unified the entire territory within three days, acting with ruthless authority. Upon taking power, he immediately declared war on several surrounding nations, vowing to make the countries that have bullied Khandaq and occupied its land for millennia pay a bloody price!"

Clark frowned.

"They seem to call him—Black Adam!"

...

In the town of Smallville, warm sunlight bathed the road, and a gentle breeze blew, marking a beautiful morning.

In the morning, his mother Martha gave him a shopping list. David leisurely drove his family's red pickup truck towards town to buy supplies.

Although at his speed, he could finish everything in an instant and there was no need for this, sometimes life moved too fast, causing one to overlook the beautiful scenery along the roadside.

"Zzzzt... Zzzzt..."

Suddenly, the car radio no longer played melodious music but crackled with static. The screen displaying song titles flashed with strange symbols.

David adjusted himself a couple of times, but it didn't help. Sitting up on the car seat, he raised an eyebrow as a surge of power descended and enveloped him.

"Am I just that unlucky, trouble finds me even at home?"

He let the power flow into him.

Unlike the smooth absorption of kinetic or thermal energy, this felt a bit more difficult, much like the divine power of Ares he had absorbed before, though slightly less potent.

"Magic?"

David thought of one specific type of energy.

An energy he could absorb but had never encountered before.

Another wave of new magical energy descended from the void, and he absorbed it again. He stepped on the brake, pulling his pickup truck to the side of the road, wondering who was behind this.

The wizard, who existed in a dimension not of this world, coughed, clutching his severely wounded chest, feeling a mix of helplessness and bitterness. He had expended a truly immense amount of magic, enough to overwhelm any ordinary sorcerer, yet he still hadn't brought the target to him.

"Transcendent, do not resist.

My power is almost gone. I await you at the Rock of Eternity. Humanity needs your protection."

A frail, aged voice crackled from the car's radio.

"The Rock of Eternity?"

David frowned, surprised to be called the Transcendent at a time like this.

But upon hearing "Rock of Eternity," he immediately recalled something.

"Shazam?"

The Rock of Eternity was the base of the Wizard's Council. It was there that Shazam, known as the 'Magic Superman,' was chosen by the Wizard to receive his powers, becoming the magnificent captain with the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the endurance of Atlas, the fearlessness of Achilles, the speed of Mercury, and the lightning of Zeus!

"In this timeline, the last Wizard shouldn't have found Billy Batson yet. He's still searching for his successor..."

Why was he looking for him?

David's eyes glinted, and he decided to go see.

He stopped resisting and allowed the magical power to surround and teleport him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an ancient, sacred hall. Its former glory was gone, replaced by devastation. The hall was filled with rubble and blackened scorch marks, as if struck by lightning.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Transcendent.

Or perhaps, David Kent."

The ancient wizard, with his white hair, struggled to maintain his dignity, leaning on his scepter as he sat on a stone throne. His red wizard's robe was torn by lightning, revealing a bloody, mangled body beneath. His voice was weak and intermittent.

"This is the Rock of Eternity, the greatest magical fortress throughout history. I am the last member of the Wizard's Council, and humanity's guardian."

"It looks like there was a big battle here?"

David surveyed the cold, silent hall, his nostrils filled with a mixed scent of sulfur and the acrid smell of scorched air. He spoke slowly.

The wizard paused, seemingly surprised by David's reaction.

David already knew all of this, so there was no reason for him to be astonished.

"This is precisely what I need to discuss with you."

The wizard was silent for a few seconds, looking around.

"I've summoned you here to inherit my power and face the impending crisis that humanity will face!"

"Me?"

...An hour earlier.

"It happened on an ordinary morning. I woke up and was about to go wash my face.

I opened the door, but instead of my living room, I stepped into something like an ancient castle. It was cold and silent, filled with all sorts of strange objects."

On a screen in a dimly lit office, a woman was recounting the bizarre event she had recently experienced via video call, her voice filled with confusion.

"An old man with a full white beard sat on a cold throne. He claimed to be a wizard searching for someone with a pure heart to inherit his power… There were also some rather grotesque statues lining the stone hall."

"Do you recall what happened next?"

In the office, a bald man with an air of scholarly gloom, wearing glasses, slowly toyed with a black spherical object as he asked.

"He tested me. Those statues spoke to me, tempting me to take a lightning-shaped orb. I acted as if in a trance and did as they said. Just as I was about to grab it, the wizard struck my hand with lightning, scolding me for failing the test.

Then, it was as if I woke from a nightmare, and I found myself back in my own living room."

"Doctor Sivana, I asked other doctors afterwards. They said I was suffering from hysteria, but the camera in my room clearly captured light emanating from the crack under my bedroom door when I was in that place, and strange symbols flashed on my bedside clock."

"Symbols?"

Sivana, who had been asking questions with apparent indifference, suddenly sat up like a beast catching the scent of blood, pressing his hands onto his desk.

"You said you captured it on video?"

"Y-yes."

A woman wanted to share her bizarre experience and seek answers, sending a video recording.

The video showed a white, lightning-like light emanating from under the bedroom door. Red symbols flashed across the black screen of the digital alarm clock. He recognized most of them, but the last one was completely new and unfamiliar.

"Fifty-seven. I searched for fifty-seven people.

Finally, I found the last piece of the puzzle!"

Doctor Sivana crushed the game ball in his hand, his eyes cold as he ended the video call.

He had what he wanted; this woman was no longer valuable.

He needed to return to that place, the place that caused him to lose his father and family, and take back what belonged to him!

After more than a decade of waiting and torment, Doctor Sivana eagerly stood up. His trembling hands rapidly etched seven sequences, each composed of seven symbols in different orders, onto the door. This was a spell formed from magical runes.

It could teleport a person to a specific location—the strange place that frequently appeared in his nightmares and that he yearned for.

However, having the spell wasn't the end, as it lacked the most crucial element: sufficient, connected magical power.

"It doesn't matter.

More than ten years ago, when I was a child, I wasn't chosen by the wizard.

But I gained the favor of something else."

Doctor Sivana pressed the toy ball, which contained the power of dark demons, firmly against the door.

The ball disintegrated, and a force surged into the door. He opened it, revealing an ancient stone hall. On the other side of the door, everything seemed like a dream.

Stepping into the stone hall.

Doctor Sivana had finally returned to that place.

On the stone throne in the hall sat a frail old man in a red wizard's robe, his beard and hair completely white. He was resting with his eyes closed, holding a magic staff made from an ancient tree, appearing to be at the end of his life.

He suddenly opened his eyes. The intrusion of unfamiliar magical power had startled him.

"Who is it?

Who dares trespass in my domain!"

"You look even weaker.

I've been waiting for the moment to see you again!"

Doctor Sivana slowly walked forward. As he passed, the seven demon statues lining the stone hall, each with a grotesque and different appearance, lit up their scarlet eyes and let out sharp, triumphant laughter.

They too were waiting, waiting for the moment of their escape.

"Who are you?"

The wizard shouted. The sealed Seven Deadly Sins demons began to break free and assault his seal. The weakened wizard tightly gripped his staff, desperately suppressing them.

"You don't remember me?

Perhaps, it's been too long."

Doctor Sivana's tone was nonchalant, but a sea of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"More than ten years ago, on a snowy Christmas Eve, my father was driving me and my brother to my grandfather's house. It should have been a night for family to gather, but it forever changed my life."

"As a child, I failed your test and was sent back to the car. I instinctively felt that I had missed a crucial opportunity. I insisted on going back, and my father, distracted while scolding me, got into a car accident."

His father died at the scene. His mother blamed him. If her younger son hadn't inexplicably cried and acted up in the car, her beloved would not have died. The family inheritance went entirely to his brother, and he became the local 'crazy kid who killed his father.'

"My heart wasn't pure enough?"

Doctor Sivana repeated the wizard's judgment from years ago, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"It doesn't matter.

I wasn't chosen by the wizard as the child in the fairy tale.

But someone else chose me!"

While the wizard was fully engaged in suppressing the seven rioting demons, his aged body trembling with effort, Doctor Sivana approached the lightning orb that had tested him years ago, where the power of the seven demons was sealed. He reached out and grabbed it, disrupting the balance.

"We are free, Wizard!

You are utterly weakened. You still haven't found a successor with a pure heart after all these years.

But we have found our successor!"

The seven demon statues, symbolizing the Seven Deadly Sins—pride, greed, wrath...—shattered. The seven demons, like ghosts, swirled in the air above the stone hall, mocking the wizard. Then, powerful demonic energy surged into Doctor Sivana's body like black smoke.

"No!"

The Seven Deadly Sins demons were unleashed, and the wizard shouted. His staff shot a thick bolt of lightning at Doctor Sivana, but it was easily caught by Doctor Sivana, who had gained the power of the Seven Deadly Sins. He crumpled it into a ball and sent it back, sending the wizard flying.

He realized he was no match for Doctor Sivana anymore and quickly used magic to teleport Doctor Sivana away, who was still unfamiliar with his newly acquired demonic powers.

After a flash of electricity.

The stone hall returned to silence, leaving only the wizard's gasping breaths, like a broken bellows, his face etched with struggle.

"Time is running out. I must choose a successor immediately."

But... can he handle these enemies, the Seven Deadly Sins, other demons, and the now-freed Black Adam, along with someone new who has inherited his power but isn't yet familiar with it, to protect humanity?

"Protect humanity..."

At this critical moment, he thought of someone he had previously rejected for various reasons.

Wickedness revives, doom approaches!

With red-eyed fiends entering the town with the night, all who are awake, man or beast, perish.

With a hundred-mile mist imprisoning the city, all who are old or young, and harbor fear in their hearts, die.

And nightmare fiends enter dreams during the day, seeking to return reality to dreams and achieve eternal life.

I, a reborn food blogger, did not receive the strongest Awakener system, but instead received the Food Hunter system, to the extent that the fiends bringing doomsday to humanity have become high-end ingredients and video material.

...

[Dark Mantis Foreleg, Destructive Power: Tears tanks apart]

[Edible Grade: Level 1 Delicacy]

[Preparation: Steamed—steaming for 24 hours and dipping in Hunan province chili sauce yields the best taste]

...

Several years later.

Within Yan Country, fiends are on the brink of extinction.

Regarding my fans calling me a savior, let me clarify, I am truly just a food blogger!

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