DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

The Realm of the Gods fell into sudden silence. The starry sky trembled with fear, still and eerily quiet.

It was as if all things had died, frozen in place, radiating no frequency.

Everything seemed to perceive the source of all existence. The mood of the Origin itself became fixed in this moment—no fear, no movement, no sorrow or joy. Just emptiness. Stillness.

At this time, no gods communicated. They were all nearly stunned.

Who didn't know that the Star of Barmulodi was the foundation of Bardi? It marked the first stage of his promotion. It belonged to the Origin who never returned from the Wall of Origin. It was the deity who devoured the Origin and became the new one, the first stage, the god of the highest pillar.

In terms of status, Origin was an existence one level above the Great Craftsman God.

But the Origin had always been thinned and weakened by the entire Divine Realm, thus becoming the Wall of Origin, a prison of stillness.

Yet Bardi was different now. He was the Origin, and he could walk freely.

Put in Earth's terms, who would dare provoke a walking nuclear bomb?

But the Architect crushed the Star of Barmulodi into nothing, reducing it to ashes. He completely annihilated Bardi's family and the territory he had fought to protect for the future.

Home was gone. Could any god remain calm?

Many gods shivered in fear. Behind each of them lay their own powers and territories, collected faith and admiration, families, and deep ties to their homelands—bonds and emotions.

What would a god become when all of that was gone?

A mad Origin was not what Heaven's angels needed.

Many angels looked at the Architect of the Seventh Heaven with grim expressions, unable to understand why he destroyed the Star of Barmulodi.

They had all believed that the correct path was to control the Star of Barmulodi and harness the Origin.

All the angels thought so.

All the gods of the Divine Realm thought so. They sighed, assuming that the Origin would become Heaven's dog.

Even the Lord of Hell, Lucifer, thought so.

Even Bardi thought so.

No deity could have imagined that the Architect would do something so far beyond comprehension.

Bardi froze, eyes dazed and locked in place.

His thoughts tangled like skeins of thread, spiraling outward in chaotic waves strong enough to shake the universe.

Every complex thought dispersed wildly, becoming a mess.

But none of those chaotic thoughts dared to directly face the fact of the Star of Barmulodi's destruction. At the root, he could not accept it.

The truth hovered like a glowing blade, tangled in his thoughts, but he didn't dare touch it.

Bardi's mind remained blank. He refused to accept reality.

Who would want to believe it? He had fought through every obstacle since Krypton's creation, carrying everything on his back to protect friends, loved ones, comrades. On his shoulders rested the lives of tens of billions, the burden of choosing life itself.

But on Krypton, he failed. An entire planet that placed its faith in him vanished into the stars.

By some miracle, he made it to Earth, doing whatever it took to rebuild Krypton and restore its former glory. It was his mission.

And now…

"Ahhh…"

The entire Divine Realm quaked. Matter, void, molecules, protons, atoms, quarks, light waves, frequencies, particles, emotions, joy, sorrow, anger, determination, grit, rivers, trees, planets, suns, skin, internal organs, Heaven, the Underworld, Hell, the Dream Realm, Lingbo Prison…

The cruel, naked truth pierced Bardi's mind. The moment the Great Craftsman crushed the Star replayed endlessly in his consciousness, searing his soul.

Grief, fury, pain, and despair consumed him.

Everything he had was meaningless now.

He had lost it all.

His vision darkened. Two pitch-black tears of blood trailed down his cheeks. His divine body erupted with sharp bone spurs, piercing the void as pale blood flowed out.

His divine form now radiated despair and gaping wounds. Towering and majestic, he stepped across the stars, making the cosmos wail in fear, as if he would shatter the void itself.

Heaven, Limbo Prison, the Divine Realm, the Underworld, Hell, the Dream Realm—all vast and renowned domains—were shaken in response to his step. It was as if his very stride caused seismic tremors they couldn't withstand.

The space around Bardi could no longer bear his overwhelming power. His towering, massive, limitless divine form, covered in bone spurs and radiating madness, whipped up tornados of broken space. Buried within was information so maddening it could drive one insane.

"This is the end message!"

The entire Divine Realm began to tremble. Every god sensed dark clouds hanging over them. Nearly all deities were shrouded in darkness. A heavy premonition weighed on them—the end was coming.

If it were the old Origin, an end wouldn't mean much.

The Divine Realm had endured three eras and faced destruction two or three times before. It wasn't new.

Their Only God was eternal and immortal.

They just needed to protect their own patch of land and wait for the next era.

But this time was different.

The Origin, Bardi, now had the power to kill the Only God. That meant this end was truly the end.

He was the Origin, the beginning of all things.

He was evolution, the process of continuation.

Now, he was the end—the termination of all existence.

This was a big deal.

All the One Gods sensed that catastrophe was approaching.

Lucifer's expression turned pale and formless. He never expected things to unfold like this. His face was drained of color as he screamed, bloodshot eyes wide.

"Send him to Hell for suppression!"

It was unthinkable what would happen if the Origin remained in the void.

Everything in the Divine Realm was intrinsically tied to the Origin.

It could be said that the Divine Realm existed because of the Origin.

If he now declared the end, it could mean the collapse of countless lives, the twilight of the Only God, and the complete unraveling of the world.

This time, even Heaven's gods remained silent, staring at the surrounding spatial storm and the horrifying divine form standing at its center.

"ROAR!"

Bardi let out a deafening howl, surpassing even the bounds of fury and despair.

"Existence is meaningless!"

Everything he fought for had vanished.

He couldn't protect a single soul he held dear.

Now, to him, nothing mattered anymore.

Twin dark tears streamed from his eyes. The black tears became a deadly curse, piercing through layers of void and shooting directly toward Heaven.

An irredeemable curse split off a chunk of Heaven, triggering a deafening boom that shook the Divine Realm.

In the next moment.

The prearranged cutting formation activated and severed this space.

Lucifer and the angels of Heaven cast Bardi into Hell.

The Divine Realm fell instantly silent. No expression showed on anyone's face. A deep gloom hung above their heads.

(To be continued.)