Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 161 Extraterrestrial Gods - Superman

"As you all know, the world we live in is vast beyond imagination. In my original universe, even the observable territory at this stage is a span of 930 billion light-years. There are more stars and celestial bodies in the universe than all the sand in all the deserts and beaches on Earth combined."

Its grandeur and magnificence are a miracle that humankind can never grasp even a fraction of with our physical senses alone.

In the entire multiverse, the only one who possesses the ability to travel between parallel worlds without restriction is sitting in one of the safe houses he has set up in many parallel worlds. He sits on the steps of a high platform, surrounded by his counterparts from different times and spaces, with different appearances but the same origin.

They were like pilgrims listening to divine pronouncements, holding their breath and listening intently, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.

Ungerstrom thoroughly enjoyed the unified gaze of the crowd, and with boundless expectations for the future, he slowly spoke to his fellow human beings about the ultimate dream hidden deep in his heart.

"Even such a vast and nearly infinite universe is still insignificant on the scale of the endless multiverse. It is nothing more than a tiny speck of dust in an infinitesimal fraction."

Even if we dedicate our entire lives to pursuing, measuring, and exploring every territories, in the vast multiverse, it wouldn't even amount to one ten-thousandth of this speck of dust.

Angstrom's voice was soft, yet it carried the power to transcend time and space, clearly reaching the ears of every listener.

The entire hall was silent. Everyone listened intently, as if at that moment, they were sharing the same heartbeat and the same dream—an ultimate dream that was far grander and more significant than any individual's life.

"But the infinite charm of the multiverse lies in its possibility of never repeating itself."

Every world has its own unique trajectory and miracles.

Some worlds have pushed life and medicine to their limits, capable of healing all illnesses and disabilities.

Some worlds have reached the pinnacle of interstellar technology, having already accomplished the immortal feat of intergalactic colonization across the sea of ​​stars.

Some worlds have discovered the optimal solution for the survival of civilization, eliminating war and poverty.

My ultimate dream is to integrate all the parallel worlds I can reach, taking the best from each world and compensating for the shortcomings of every timeline, to build a truly perfect utopia without suffering, regret, or boundaries!

Even though he had shown his dreams to his peers countless times, Angustran was still full of passion and hope. However, this time, a peer who looked rather melancholy raised his hand to indicate that he had a question.

After receiving permission, Angustran, whose hometown had been destroyed by the invincible young hero, raised his concerns with some hesitation.

"If the multiverse is truly infinite, then you're definitely not the only one who can travel between parallel worlds. What if another parallel world traveler's dreams are completely opposite to ours? Have you ever encountered this situation?"

Faced with the other party's doubts, Angstrom smiled and waved for the other party to sit down. Then, he explained to the group of counterparts in a very serious manner: "I have actually met one. That person is very unique. I have basically never seen his counterparts, at least not in the world that has Angstrom. Moreover, he is now a nihilist, and strictly speaking, he is a very dangerous person."

Just as the group of peers felt a chill run down their spines and sensed something was wrong, Angstrom changed the subject and said with a smile, "However, although he doesn't think highly of our utopia, he has still provided us with a lot of help, and even now, he is still fighting to save his world. Although I wanted to help him, I don't know why he refused me."

After saying that, Angustrin raised his head and looked into the distance without saying a word.

At the same time, Locke in the garage put down the flask, picked up the modified Omnitri belt, clenched his right fist tightly, his knuckles turning white, and in the next second, with immense force, he slammed it into the core button that rose from the belt and touched his heart.

A blinding, bright green light exploded instantly, engulfing the entire garage.

Within the green light, a layer of almost nonexistent absolute darkness enveloped Locke's entire body. This was not the darkness obscured by light and shadow, but the chaotic void before the birth of the universe, a void without time or space.

Immediately afterwards, like a cosmic explosion originating from a singularity, a deafening roar erupted within him: endless stars surged forth from the chaos...

Flowing and taking shape, nebulae slowly swirl among his limbs and bones, supernovae flicker in his veins, and black holes and white holes complete endless collapses and eruptions in his palm.

As the light slowly faded, Locke stood still, transformed into a walking, living universe.

[Transformation Form of the Power Device: X-Man (Alien God)]

Just as Locke transformed once again into Superman X, one of the most powerful races even in the multiverse, his consciousness went directly into Superman X's inner world.

At this moment, two green faces appeared before him, one feminine and the other masculine. These were two personalities inherent to the extraterrestrial gods, and also the limitation of this race.

Whatever decision the extraterrestrial gods make, even taking a step forward, requires the consent of all their personalities. That's why such a freakishly handsome hero didn't become the protagonist Ben Tennyson's wheelchair, because the conditions were too harsh, or rather, it was a limitation added by the writers.

Because the extraterrestrial gods are simply too powerful; they are like the screenwriter themselves, reshaping the universe and reversing time.

They are a truly omnipotent race, the true ceiling of the universe. Only beings above the omnipotent universe can harm the extraterrestrial gods.

Therefore, once the Locke's group had accumulated enough popularity points to exchange for the extraterrestrial gods, they quickly exchanged for the extraterrestrial gods as a last resort. Unfortunately, the limitation of personality uniformity was not so easy to resolve.

Therefore, Locke will only use this power when there is truly no other way to solve the problem, and now is precisely the time to use it.

Feminine-faced Selena: "What's wrong now?"

The masculine-faced Belicus: "Damn it! We agreed never to see each other again, why did you break our promise?"

Locke: "Because I'm here for after-sales service, and our previous proposal wasn't fully implemented, I have objections."

The masculine-faced Belicus: "You should know that, strictly speaking, we are you, right?"

Selena, with her feminine face: "He means, we know what you're thinking and what you're planning."

Locke: "Of course I know, but is my request unreasonable?"

The masculine-faced Belicas: "Is this reasonable? We've already agreed to help you kill that glowing tentacle monster (a higher-dimensional being), even replicated a world almost identical to your universe, and built the Central Finite Curve for you. If only Ben Tennyson had it as easy as you, and you're still not satisfied!"

Locke: "Then let's keep at it. Last time I bothered you for over 80 million years. Let's see if we can break the record this time. But remember, you must be responsible for rewinding time. Not a single second can be wasted."

Selena, with her feminine face: "Just say yes, or how many more lives will be lost."

With Selena's help, Locke pressed his advantage, saying, "Anyway, I'm sick now, and the virus from the glowing tentacle monster happens to have a time-blurring effect, so I can afford to wait. You decide what to do."

Having said that, Locke sat cross-legged in the void where there was nothing, and began to talk about philosophy with Belicas. The three parties were instantly plunged into an endless war of attrition.

While Superman X was being punished in the garage, Marc and Marco were trying their best to prevent that terrible future from becoming a reality.

Above the White House, President Obama is facing an unprecedented dilemma.

On one hand, he had to use all his strength to support the thousands of square meters of teetering inverted pyramid in Tula's hands, making sure it didn't fall. On the other hand, he had to be distracted to parry Tula's vicious attacks aimed at vital points, and he also had to protect the civilians who were scattering and fleeing below. The battle, which was being pulled in two directions and restricted in every way, instantly fell into an extremely tense situation.

The battlefield at the Global Guard Base had long since become a ravaged inferno. Nolan, having given up all hope, was a hundred times more ruthless than anyone had imagined.

He unleashed all the humiliation of being suppressed by Luo Ke and unable to hold his head high in front of his family, along with the overwhelming anger stemming from his obsession with his mission and his reluctance to leave his family, onto his former comrades-in-arms.

In the end, he showed no mercy even to his own son, Mark. Every punch he threw carried the ruthlessness ingrained in the bones of a Wittrum, giving Mark a real taste of what the most authentic Wittrum iron-blooded education was all about.

He slapped the charging Immortal away, sending him flying through two alloy walls before disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterward, he grabbed Mark by the collar and unleashed a barrage of heavy punches on Mark's chest and abdomen, tearing Mark's suit apart. Tears and blood mingled and splattered all over Mark's face, leaving him completely powerless to resist.

Nolan, his eyes bloodshot, gripped his son tightly, screaming hysterically, "Why! Why can't you understand me! This is a mission that has flowed in our veins for millennia! We must bring the blessings of Witrum to all the ignorant civilizations in the universe!"

"What do these ants know about true freedom? Freedom without order and restraint is utterly worthless bullshit! Witrum is right! The late King was right! The Regent was right! And I am right! Wake up, Mark! It wasn't us who ruined you! It was this damned, rotten world!"

The thought of Locke arriving at any moment sent a chill down Nolan's spine. The memory of being pinned to the ground and brutally crushed by Locke instantly consumed all his reason.

He no longer cared about the old teammates he had once fought alongside in the base. He grabbed Mark, who was covered in wounds and had long lost the ability to resist, and with a deafening sonic boom, he broke through the base's dome, turning into a red and white afterimage that shot straight into the sky.

A fierce wind whipped snowflakes against their faces as Nolan and Mark crashed through layers of clouds and landed atop a remote, snow-covered mountain.

He casually tossed Mark onto the frozen ridge, smashing a deep crater into the hard snow. His eyes bloodshot, he stared down at his son sprawled in the snow, the pent-up resentment, anger, panic, and deep-seated obsession in his chest erupting completely. He roared at Mark, demanding an answer:

Think about it, Mark! You'll outlive every fragile, meaningless creature on this planet.

You will watch this world crumble into dust, scattered by the wind. Everyone, everything you know, even Locke, will vanish! Five hundred years from now, what will you have left?

Faced with his father's bloodshot eyes and overwhelming rage, Mark, though still possessing the strength to resist, had long lost the courage to fight. He looked up at the snow-covered sky, recalling the adventures of the past few weeks and Locke's words to him, and slowly spoke: "Perhaps it won't take five hundred years, just fifty, for Witrum to become meaningless. Perhaps in fifty years everything will have changed—heroes, humans, Witrum—it will all be meaningless. Only one thing will truly matter."

Having said that, he propped himself up on the snow, his face covered in blood and tears, with snowflakes falling on his cheeks. He looked at Nolan with a sob that had been suppressed for a long time, and burst out all the grievances, fears, struggles and love hidden in his heart during this period: "It's family, Dad. Even if we have nothing in five hundred years, as long as we have each other, that's enough."

In an instant, a tremendous shock gripped his heart. His mind uncontrollably flashed back to the catastrophic virus attack on Vitrum—the sky filled with blood, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and his father's body gradually cooling in his arms. That was the first time he understood what loneliness and loss meant.

Those were a thousand years, and Witrum brought him his last beautiful memories.

He tried his best to suppress his surging emotions, but ultimately he was completely defeated. He suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar that shook the snow-capped mountains, as if he wanted to unleash all the emotions that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

On the other side, Superman Mark received support from the other heroes, and the isolated and helpless Tura quickly fell into a disadvantageous position. Just when it seemed that this farce was about to end without any real danger, suddenly, a dimensional rift appeared in the desert.

Omegatus, the resurrected world-maker, felt the immense power within him and gazed joyfully at the world before him, declaring, "This fresh and beautiful world is destined to be destroyed by me. This time, I will make you kneel at my feet, Locke Kent!"

"Yeah?"

Suddenly, a voice appeared directly in the World Shaper's mind. He turned around abruptly and found that a humanoid creature, like a living universe, had appeared behind him at some unknown time.

After a long negotiation, Locke, who had finally reached a brief consensus, looked at the sandbag in front of him and slowly said, "Omegatus, you still don't seem to understand. My world is not meant for you to destroy."