DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

"Yuga Khan!"

Bardi frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as his deep pupils fixed on the distant figure, struggling to climb the Wall of Origin.

Yuga Khan, Darkseid's father.

Though they shared blood, Darkseid was truly his child in name only. On a world like Apocalypse, there was no room for emotion. Even sons and wives could be slaughtered without hesitation.

Darkseid, if he were to see Yuga Khan now, would feel no familial affection. He would likely only beg for mercy, hoping his father would spare him and let him escape.

Yuga Khan was a being even more terrifying than Darkseid. From the earliest era of the divine realm, he had been born as a figure the gods feared.

Yuga Khan paid Bardi no attention. His firm, muscular body, like a divine gorilla, climbed the Wall of Origin with veins bulging. Slowly, he faded from Bardi's sight, vanishing into the distant darkness.

"Why can he still move?"

Bardi's cold eyes flashed as he asked the question only after Yuga Khan disappeared from view.

In fact, according to Earth's concept of time, over two years had passed during this scene.

But to a One God, time held no meaning. There was no such thing as the passage of time in consciousness. For a One God, the past was the past. The only thing that mattered was the singular present. Measuring time was pointless.

Only the fragile creatures below the level of One God bothered to count time.

"He was assisted by the Master Monitor."

The mummified corpse beside Bardi spoke slowly, his voice dry and decayed.

Bardi's heart jolted.

The Master Monitor!

The creator of the Monitor species. A being who fused theology with hyper-advanced technology to become a giant among gods.

Bardi had once crossed paths with the Monitor clan in the multiverse. Even a weaker Monitor had managed to force him into the realm of gods.

Once there, he encountered Mandrakk. The Monitor had held Raven hostage. After a series of confrontations, Bardi ultimately destroyed the multiverse. Mandrakk attempted to flee, but at the boundary of the divine realm, where the soul was thin, Bardi crushed him to death.

It should be clarified that the main Monitor—unlike the ordinary Monitors—is vastly superior. The Anti-Monitor, despite his strength, was barely comparable to a weak prototype in the Master Monitor's eyes.

In comparison, both Monitor and Anti-Monitor were little more than probes deployed by the Master Monitor into the multiverse. Like human surveillance drones, these probes were expendable and insignificant compared to even a single hair on the Master Monitor's body.

The Master Monitor, founder of the Monitor species, resided beyond the Wall of Origin in the vast Monitor Sphere. He was a figure even more terrifying than Yuga Khan. The Monitor technology he developed could manipulate even the tenth dimension with ease.

The Master Monitor was the only one besides God and the Beast who could kill a One God.

Even Origin had no way of replicating that feat.

In a strict sense, the Master Monitor was the most arrogant being under God and the Beast. Even Lucifer or Gabriel—God's mightiest agents—could not match him.

"You know that guy?"

The mummified corpse beside Bardi turned slightly, eyeless sockets shifting toward him. His voice was laced with curiosity. How could a newly ascended One God possibly know the Master Monitor?

Those who became One Gods through countless trials were vastly different from newly promoted gods like Bardi, who gained power more abruptly. It was easy to tell.

To the ancient mummy, Bardi was obviously a recent ascension.

What surprised him more was that the Prime Monitor had never entered the divine realm, always remaining within the Monitor Sphere. How could a new god know such an ancient and terrifying being?

"Yeah. I killed a few of the Monitor clan. You know him personally?"

Bardi's tone was flat, his expression stern. Behind him, the Wall of Origin continued to drain his power. The feeling was like being coated in industrial glue and stuck to a frozen wall—cold, numbing, and utterly immobile. His mood sank as cold as the pit of the abyss.

"Hah, you've seen members of the Monitor clan?"

"They haven't appeared in the divine realm in ages."

"Right. They can't enter the realm of gods."

"That touches on the secret pacts among the ancient gods."

"It's something better left unspoken!"

"You're a newer god, probably don't know any of this!"

"Speak of it and you'll die."

"I'm not afraid of death! Say it. I want to know."

"Not saying!"

The mummy next to Bardi didn't reply. Instead, mummified voices around them began chiming in. Each was more assertive than the last. All were elder One Gods, and each had lived for countless ages. Seeing a new junior stirred up excitement.

If there was one kind of entertainment on the Wall of Origin, it was when the mummified gods started to talk.

Each corpse glued to the wall became a bragging, bickering One God. They insulted and mocked each other endlessly, keeping their minds active through argument.

Coincidentally, Bardi was stuck next to one of the oldest of them all.

"I'm from the same era as the Master Monitor."

The mummy beside Bardi made a bold statement, but was quickly heckled by others nearby.

"We get it, we get it! You're the best! You touched the Master Monitor's divine robes!"

"Sure, sure, the Master Monitor's a weakling! You crushed him with one hand, right?"

"Back then, if it wasn't for the Creator God, the Master Monitor would still be a nobody, right? You're just trying to hype yourself up!"

"Enough already. You and your Master Monitor stories are so tired."

"Every day it's 'I was best friends with the Master Monitor.'"

"You're the reason he didn't choose you! That's why he picked Yuga Khan to climb the wall!"

"If I were him, I wouldn't choose a creator god who brags about bombing someone's reproductive organs either!"

"Honestly, it's a miracle the Master Monitor didn't kill you himself."

Bardi looked on in stunned silence as the Wall of Origin erupted into a ridiculous and chaotic spray of insults and boasts.

One after another, ancient and powerful One Gods—once known across galaxies—unleashed streams of ventriloquized mockery and competitive bragging.

The Wall of Origin transformed into a noisy market of angry gods.

In their bound state, their only means of expression had become words. And so they bickered fiercely, maintaining the last remnants of their dignity through insults.

The mummy beside Bardi, known as the Creator God, turned out to be a particularly talented sprayer. Facing the verbal assault of dozens of other One Gods, he stood his ground with counterattacks that spanned entire bloodlines.

He insulted the ancestors of other gods from hundreds of millions of generations ago, even before the birth of the divine realm.

Amid this absurd exchange, Bardi found himself learning more about the realm of gods and its hidden history.

And from the Creator God next to him, he began to understand the events surrounding the era of the One Gods.

"When the first Divine Wave appeared…"

(To be continued.)