I, Silver Superman, have been upgraded to Omniscient and Omnipotent.

Rao fell silent.

Another guy at the ∞ level. Before this, there was already Ye Ritian. Now another one has appeared. These two damned things are truly a family that has entered the same door.

Why would Ye Ritian do such a thing to me? Doesn't he feel ashamed?

Rao said arrogantly, his face indifferent.

“Humble Rao, don’t you have any idea why the Supreme God would do this? To deal with a despicable person like you, you should use the same despicable methods.”

The Kryptonian Pursuit System sneered. It had just probed Rao's brain cell memories and saw him forcibly sending the Great God Ye Ritian to the wall.

It was supposed to be a fair and just face-to-face battle, but knowing they couldn't win, they resorted to underhanded tricks, trying to use the Wall of Origin from the outside to restrain the Great God. But even so, they couldn't hold him back, and the Lord returned.

Your filthy genes, those of a despicable wretch, are what truly make you a vile and shameless person.

With red eyes, Laoton said indignantly, "Ye Ritian is an extremely shameless and evil god. He clearly coveted the position of the core child, but he shifted all the blame onto me. No one knows how cruel and ruthless he truly is. You have all been deceived by him!"

(P.S.: Everyone, that's all for now. Thanks for your support. Go read other Superman books.)

Chapter 269 Rao is being hunted by Krypton, and the system is making him lose his mind.

"Shut up, you shameless old thief! You are not allowed to mention the Lord's name. How dare you compare yourself to him? Don't you even look at what you've done? How dare you bark so arrogantly in front of me..."

The Kryptonian Pursuit System was furious. It abandoned all respectful address and angrily rebuked, "You are facing imminent disaster and danger, yet you are unaware of it. Instead of making a hasty escape, you are still making a scene and arguing your point. You can only cling to life and greedily seek food and clothing. You are fleeing in a sorry state like a dog with its tail between its legs, making a complete fool of yourself!"

"you……"

Rao looked terrified, his face contorted in a grimace. He was so bewildered by the system's tirade in his mind that he couldn't find the right words to retort.

Their similar tone and manner of speaking are so striking, it's as if they were carved from the same mold as that man. These two guys are really weird.

"Escape, only escape, escape from the realm of the gods, or find some ancient and powerful deity to protect me, that way..."

Rao was deep in thought with a solemn expression, carefully searching through his memories. He was also extremely anxious, constantly racking his brains for a way to escape: "The best option would be someone who can rival Ye Ritian, such as the Endless Family."

If you don't want to seek protection from others, then your only option is to escape this world within the walls and leave the DC realm.

However, the end of the world is encased in the Wall of Origin, making escape impossible, leaving him in a dilemma.

The Kryptonian system clung tightly to the depths of Rao's soul, intently watching the sun god's various embarrassing situations from afar.

“Poor Rao, you are confined to the realm of God. This place will be transformed into a cage to imprison you. Your task is to do your best to show off your ridiculous drunkenness to please the Lord.”

Having instantly sensed Rao's thoughts, it devoted itself wholeheartedly to serving the Creator of all things.

The system, determined to supervise Rao, was to promptly stop or dissuade him, instilling fear in him and orchestrating this spectacular life-or-death struggle for countless people. The system sneered.

"You probably don't know this yet, but Lord Ye Ritian has already silently locked your bloodline genes, planting the seeds of self-destruction. Once you leave the dimensional space of the God's Domain by even half a step, you will die on the spot."

"As Krypton's prey and the Joker everyone favors, you should have this awareness and responsibility. You are no longer living for yourself, but for everyone. Your life is no longer your own, but belongs to the public. You have no right to commit suicide or be eliminated on your own..."

The system continued its incessant chanting, constantly instructing its new host on how to perform and how to deliver the most perfect performance, all in an effort to win unanimous cheers and applause. It was truly going to great lengths to help Rao.

The system wholeheartedly devoted itself to its emotions, paying close attention to Rao's every move, fearing that he might be in a relaxed or comfortable state, so as to intervene in time to stop him.

But Rao gritted his teeth in anger, listening with hatred to the voice he couldn't block out: "Don't think I don't know. Your diligent and loyal performance, your sarcastic remarks, and everything else are all the work of that man's faith."

I sent you here to constantly monitor me and confuse my mind.

Ignoring Rao's increasingly grim expression, the system dutifully continued its detailed praise.

"This will be an unprecedented hunting extravaganza, a massacre of escape within the top-energy-index space inside the walls. I will be monitoring your every second live. You, in your lowly position, must dedicate the rest of your life to giving your all in this performance, this dance..."

"Ugh... Shut up, stop talking!"

Rao was furious, his eyes were almost red, he felt like he was going crazy, his eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot veins, this treacherous system that was like a leech.

No matter what, I can't block out the sound or get rid of it. What kind of terrifying idea is this, that someone could come up with such a cruel and torturous method? It's utterly cruel and inhumanly extravagant.

Was that terrifying man, who seemed like a devil, really a human being, a weak species? Rao was devastated.

Ok?

Suddenly, Rao seemed to realize something, turned his head and his pupils contracted slightly, as if he had seen an extremely frightening scene.

It made him tremble uncontrollably, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He immediately felt a sense of fear and wanted to back down.

Rao, trembling with fear, was so frightened that he lost his composure and his face turned ashen.

Suddenly, a large group of Supermen dressed in various colors with the "S" logo on their chests appeared, all wielding snow-white Superman swords and flying rapidly toward Raoh with murderous intent.

Their terrifying super-flight, rapidly traversing layers of spacetime, combined with their super-powerful, steel-bodied forms, shattered all the faint particles in the vacuum, reducing them to dust.

Countless solid barriers were pierced one by one by the sword tip that exuded ultimate power. In a blinding white light, the sword handle led Superman forward.

The Supermen, empowered by the Superman Sword, are fearless. Their eyes are piercing, their minds are resolute, and they stare straight ahead, with only the ultimate command etched in their blood in their eyes: to hunt down Raoh.

Logically speaking, those who lack the potential to become gods are not qualified to enter the realm of gods, because they do not have an admission ticket.

The gravity of higher dimensions should have crushed these individuals, even planetary-level superhumans, into dust and obliterated them.

However, the amplification provided by the Superman Sword was so great that they ignored many unreasonable factors and established rules, simply because their leader was that man.

Before him, any concept or form that hindered Ye Ritian's steps or obstructed his vision would be completely eliminated and annihilated, and then his entire defensive system would be brutally and domineeringly torn apart.

"Damn it, you guys are like ghosts that won't leave you alone."

Rao looked terrified. He couldn't contain his anger and broke down on the spot. It was truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs.

Without a second thought, he turned around and ran, soaring into the sky, roaring wildly as he tried to escape and get rid of the various superheroes from all over the universe behind him.

How many DC Supermen are there? Any true DC fan knows that in many parallel universes, each version and story has a different origin and background, not to mention what they have experienced.

However, all of Superman's abilities ultimately come from Krypton, and like Superman at the core of the main universe, they possess Kryptonian genes, becoming stronger upon contact with the yellow sun.

It is easy to imagine how large this crowd was; it was countless and impossible to count.

A multitude of Supermen relentlessly pursued Raoh, including men and women, old and young, strong and fat, and so on, too numerous to describe. Among them was the most famous Superman, the Golden Superman.

However, he was slacking off and not putting his heart into his work, completely ignoring the tasks assigned to him by his boss. But he still stuck to his post and did not violate his superior's requirements.

"The supreme god outside the wall is really awesome. He can even mobilize me, a superman who has become a god, and I can't affect my body and mind at all."

Golden Superman flew through the air with a wry smile, mingling among a large number of Superman counterparts. He glanced around and realized that, apart from the Superman from the main universe, almost every Superman from the universe within the Great Wall had come—it was outrageous.

"Alas! His strength is probably above mine!"

Clark's expression was complicated, and he sighed heavily. To be honest, if he could, he would not want to obey the orders of this new supreme god, but he had no choice.

As for Rao, he didn't want the other to die either. As for why, he couldn't say for sure, maybe it was out of sympathy for Rao's plight.

If Rao's original intentions were in this situation, any normal person would be furious and raise their fist in anger to resist.

If Raoh truly wanted to steal his identity as the golden Superman's chosen one, it would be perfectly understandable and forgivable. He deserved it all, even though he orchestrated the destruction of Krypton.

But in his Golden Superman's view, the crime did not warrant death; the fault lay with the world, with them making such an arrangement for Rao.

He gave everything for Krypton, yet he himself received no recognition; all the honors and status went to his descendants, which is truly unfair.

He was thrust into the top position before he was even born, and all of Rao's hardships were for his own benefit.

Golden Superman's thoughts were sticky, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

a few days later.

"It was truly a visual feast. This system has become sentient. I wonder if, given more time to develop, it has the potential to become a transmigration system like the ones in my previous life's novels? Something like a protagonist's cheat code."

Ye Ritian stood on the Noah's Ark·Immortal Ship, constantly commenting, looking at the virtual projection screen in front of him with a pleasant expression. It was an effect created by the Constructor Civilization System.

Over the course of several days, he would occasionally glance at his enemies who were opposing him, and finally he saw Rao in a disheveled state, fleeing frantically.

At the same time, I also spotted some opportunistic guy trying to take advantage of the situation.

"Golden Superman, huh... I'll deal with you later."

Ye Ritian narrowed his eyes and glanced at that otherworldly being who had become a god. He would eventually storm the fifth dimension and personally kill the golden superman and the seventh-dimensional superwoman.

Speaking of that mischievous troublemaker, I met him once when he came to Marvel, and he even fought with that idiot Incredible Man. After a while, this guy hasn't caused any trouble for a long time. What's going on?

Achoo!

At the same time, the golden superman that Ye Ritian was thinking about, and the troublemaker in the fifth dimension, couldn't help but sneeze and shiver.

"Is someone talking about me behind my back?"

They all looked around, puzzled, but found nothing of particular interest, so they shook their heads and stopped thinking about it.

“Almost a year has passed inside the walls while you were gone, Ye Ritian, I miss you so much.”

Deadpool smirked and walked over to Ye Ritian's side, where they watched together as Rao looked panicked. The Supermen were hot on their heels, and Rao was flying wildly with his bloodline burning.

It is clear that he has reached the end of his rope and has no more trump cards to use to resist. I believe that it will not be long before that guy is hacked to death in the wild.

"Really, Wade? I've been on the wall for that long? Heh."

Ye Ritian had a bright smile on his lips, like a sunny boy. He turned to look at Deadpool, not expecting that more than half a year had passed inside the walls.

I've been with Marvel for almost a year, and it'll be almost a year here too. That's good, I've grown two years older, to 42.

The original body transmigrated at the age of twenty in her previous life, and after twenty years, she was forty years old, and then spent another year in Marvel.

So, I'll take advantage of the remaining few months to finish dealing with the DC matter as soon as possible, kill those people, and then embark on my next journey through time. I'll go to the world within my own Eastern system and find some guys to clash with, like Armor Hero, Super Beast Force, or Chinese Hero.

"I wreak havoc in American comics, but I won't go on a killing spree in my own country, let alone kill the main character. Uh, I can't be too sure, we'll see. Anyone who gets in my way must die."

Ye Ritian muttered to himself.

He is a character somewhere between a good person and a bad person. Although he enjoys killing, he doesn't kill indiscriminately. Those who know Ye Ritian well know that he is just doing what he thinks is right, albeit with difficulty.