DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

The Realm of God.

God's expression was cold and indifferent. Though seemingly devoid of emotion, it harbored emotions far more profound and powerful than any living being.

No version of becoming Him could truly be emotionless.

Emotionlessness was merely an indifferent operational program.

The stronger one was, the richer their emotions should be.

However, unlike ordinary mortals with emotions that can be understood and explained, His emotions transcended dimensions. His higher emotional dimension could contain all emotions—completely and entirely.

Therefore, no matter how violent the beast's emotions or words were, God showed no reaction. He embraced everything.

He also embraced all living beings within the Realm of God.

But living beings were just one small part of the Realm. As long as the Realm of God existed, life would always arise.

He guarded the Realm of God and the root of all life.

"This is..."

But at this moment, God's indifferent expression shifted to one of surprise. His eyes seemed stunned as they fell upon the massive face before Him.

The beast in the chaos and darkness suddenly began to twist.

"Stop!"

God was furious. His enormous face swelled with anger, and His voice boomed, a command powerful enough to reject all things. A message connected to the beast, attempting to prevent it from committing suicide.

The beast's cosmic pupils, black holes glowing with light, looked at God with pity.

God's command initially managed to stall the beast for a moment. But in the next instant, Bardi, who had already devoured most of the beast, evolved a rejection mechanism using the beast's information. It instantly blocked God's rejection.

God was powerless.

The beast's pitiful gaze gradually disappeared.

The gods that had been carried on its back were gently flung to the outer edge of the Realm of God.

Then, the vast dark body of the beast surged and transformed into a massive egg.

Everything began anew.

Beginning. Process. End.

The old origin was the beginning.

Bardi was the process.

The beast was the end.

This was the new Trinity.

The egg began to tremble, rustling through the Realm of God. The entire realm rejoiced, cheering from its deepest essence, moved by His arrival.

A hand extended from the egg. He reached out and clenched a fist. Then, all four limbs burst forth from the shell. Bardi stood complete. He was the ideal of all beings, and all could witness the perfect Bardi appearing in the Realm of God.

The call of the Realm of God reached its peak. Bardi's appearance moved it deeply. The tides surged, birthing worlds, joyfully creating universes, life, and endless beginnings.

The frequent births of universes were like delicate blossoms swaying through the Realm of God, celebrating the arrival of their beloved.

"Dad..."

"Mother..."

"Father..."

"Mother..."

At that moment, the Realm of God was like a child—clinging to and proud of its father.

God momentarily lost His mind.

The former Realm of God had not been like this. It had once shaken in God's presence, freezing time and space, solidifying every inch of its fabric in awe of His arrival.

But never had it displayed such vitality.

I... have protected you too.

Was I wrong?

God was dazed. His immense face was lost in confusion.

Bardi's face, formed from the appearances of all beings, finally returned to its original look. He no longer needed the forms of others—only his own true self.

As long as He existed, all else followed.

Bardi's expression was gentle. He smiled softly, then extended his hand and stroked the void, just like a father affectionately ruffling his child's hair.

Boom...

The Realm of God trembled. Joy became overwhelming. All foundational information and every aspect of existence became linked to Bardi.

Even at the lowest levels, the authenticity and uniqueness that formed the Realm of God began to emerge.

This authenticity and uniqueness had not revealed themselves earlier, even when Bardi altered the underlying structure. At that time, he could have gradually destroyed the Realm of God, yet it had remained silent.

He never knew that the Realm of God was unique.

Not just Bardi—even God, the beast, gods, demons, and entities within the Void who had yet to emerge—none of them had realized the Realm of God was so real and singular.

The Realm of God had borne everything in silence.

God's massive eyes widened in shock. He could no longer endure it. Tears poured from his eyes, and with each tear, a universe was born.

He had never known the Realm of God was truly unique.

He had never known the joy it would feel upon His appearance.

He had never known what the Realm of God had silently endured.

He was revered as the all-knowing, all-powerful God, but in the end, that was only a title.

Everything carried by the Realm of God… was life.

But what had He done before?

He had delighted in praise and glory, becoming the supreme being of the Realm. Yet He had consumed countless creatures, gods, and unique existences.

The Realm of God carried Him, but He devoured its children.

They were His children too. They should have flourished and displayed their brilliance within the Realm of God, but they had all perished.

And now, the Realm of God rejoiced, celebrated, and exulted in Bardi's arrival. In the appearance of another Him.

One unlike Himself.

God suddenly laughed. His whole face twisted.

His thoughts, his purpose, his existence—

All of it was proven wrong.

He was confirmed to be wrong.

For a moment, God felt meaningless.

God broke.

Sin began to consume Him.

The instant He acknowledged His own error, guilt erupted from deep within, twisting His expression.

He began to dissolve into darkness. Limbs emerged, twisted curses followed. Utter darkness. Deep pain. Intense, unrelenting sorrow from a love too vast to endure. This pain could not be extinguished. It was enough to destroy Him, to distort Him.

He was blackening… about to become a dark beast.

But—

Bardi gently brushed the top of God's face with his hand, smiling as he absorbed all of God's negative emotions. He absorbed God's uniqueness, God's power.

Bardi bore the burden of God's mistakes.

God, weak and disoriented, saw a great hand lovingly stroking his head—a warmth he had never experienced before.

Like... a father.

(To be continued.)