DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

Hell unfolded.

It revealed itself to be an unimaginably vast beast. It bore features of a living creature, as though lazily stirring from slumber after being disturbed.

This monstrous, black beast carried the traits of every known lifeform. No god could clearly count how many limbs, eyes, or forms it possessed. No one could even tell if it had a physical body or if it was a pure energy entity—a conceptual form beyond recognition.

But the suffocating darkness and the aura that directly opposed God revealed one undeniable truth.

He was a beast.

The opposite of God.

The other side of God… was this monstrous beast.

"The Beast!"

The gods snapped out of their daze. Upon seeing the beast emerge, many were overwhelmed with joy.

The monstrous beast stretched its body. No god could discern its structure, nor confirm whether it even had a tangible form.

Across its dark body, two eyes lit up like cosmic torches, instantly illuminating the entire divine realm.

It was ironic. The black beast had brought light to the divine realm. Although the Supreme God did not symbolize light, He had come to consume the gods and all life.

"It's time to end this."

The beast's voice rumbled like thunder, echoing across the divine realm.

The gods responded. Their divine bodies trembled, and they flew to the beast's back, one after another, standing atop its spine.

Watching this, Bardi couldn't help but find it ironic.

At that moment, God's massive face remained calm. His indifferent gaze turned toward the beast.

"You know it is useless," God said plainly, without emotion.

In contrast, the beast's voice brimmed with passion.

"Useless? I don't think so."

"This era will be the end of it."

The beast roared, its tone laced with mockery.

"Three eras… You've devoured every unique one the gods managed to birth. And for what? The pitiful tragedies of past ages prove that you cannot save anything. Another crisis is coming. The divine realm should face it together, not be imprisoned under your control."

"You and I exist to protect the divine realm. Perhaps we were fated to be here from the beginning. But the divine realm is real, more real than either of us. I've protected it for countless ages. That alone proves I'm right."

"Uniqueness exists to be unique, not to serve you. You hoard it, consuming all life. You are no longer the Supreme God of the past."

The beast exposed the ultimate truth.

It was nothing like what Bardi had expected.

He had always thought the beast was the one devouring the gods and stealing their power. But in truth, it was God—the Supreme God—who needed the unique existences.

He consumed them to grow stronger, to protect the divine realm.

That realization caught Bardi off guard.

Beyond God and the beast, there were other invaders. Forces neither of them could ignore.

"God, you are wrong."

"I am right."

God and the beast spoke simultaneously. They were polar opposites. They could never coexist.

"This third generation beast will perish," God declared, devoid of compassion.

The beast had survived into its third generation. God had tolerated enough. The uniqueness He had gathered was already vast.

If He could absorb the rest of the divine realm, He would finally be able to protect it… and keep it from annihilation.

To God, living beings were expendable.

"Life is everything," the beast responded, its stance unchanged across all three eras.

"The divine realm is everything," God replied coldly. "As long as it exists, we can create more life. The realm is the center of all. It birthed us and all particles. It must be preserved."

And then they fought.

Not in a way any being in the divine realm could comprehend.

Only Bardi could perceive their battle.

God and the beast did not move. They simply were—existing in place, throughout past, present, and future. Time, concepts, logic… all collapsed as they clashed.

Everything was reduced to nothing.

Only the beast and God remained, locked in a gaze.

Their fight was not physical. It was pure information—concepts and data.

A single digit, like "1," expanded into infinite implications. One begat two, two begat three, and from that came all things. Life, civilization, the expansion of the universe, and its final destruction, vanished like bubbles.

And that was only a skirmish of thought.

Even that yielded immense benefits for Bardi.

Silently, he absorbed the information, the knowledge, the power. Slowly, he evolved toward their level.

The battle became infinite. The void of the divine realm was annihilated, turning into pure nothingness. Even the idea of nothing vanished. Color, space, time, past, future, and the present—all dissolved into absence.

In this duel, there was no time paradox, no temporal manipulation. Time did not apply to them.

They were too supreme to be remembered.

To witness them was a blessing beyond comprehension.

Even as God absorbed gods and beings, His thoughts radiated a strange joy. All who were absorbed felt grateful, as if blessed by Him.

There were no shockwaves, no explosions.

Gods atop the beast's back vanished in silence, lost in nirvana. They faced God's supremacy, failed to resist, and were absorbed—erased completely.

The beast had no choice but to cooperate with the gods. Once he appeared, they united with him to resist God.

But even so, with all their unique power combined, they still couldn't match God's supreme uniqueness.

One by one, gods were annihilated. Their deaths passed in solemn silence, forever lost.

"It is finished."

"The divine realm births all things, and all things will be reborn again."

God spoke flatly.

"This endless cycle is despair for all life… for every unique being," the beast replied.

This struggle, inherited from the first generation of beasts, had become an instinct. The beast represented the desires of every living being in the realm. Every longing to survive. Every hope. Every refusal to be consumed.

No one wants to be a vessel.

God chose for them.

All life was to become His sustenance. In exchange, He would guard the realm.

"God, you are wrong."

The beast sneered.

Then, suddenly, he turned his head.

In Bardi's vision, everything went black.

The beast devoured Bardi in one bite.

(To be continued.)