Ubermensch – Chapter 121

Mason was a biological, minor copy of the Soldier. In other words, the Soldier’s specs overwhelmed Mason’s. Mason desperately struggled, but the Laughing God pushed him into his cockpit.

“Let go! Let go of me!”

Mason shouted, smashing the cockpit with all his might.

“I can’t leave my people behind!”

However, the Soldier was a nanomachine-based mechanical weapon. The parts Mason broke were instantly self-repaired, keeping him trapped.

Mason pressed the emergency eject button frantically and shouted.

“Kacha!”

Yekaterina spoke in a soft voice.

“Go. To the people you can still save.”

The Laughing God activated the booster. The Soldier’s body soared into the sky.

It was flying toward the gate opened by the Spirit King, along with the Ghost Dragon.

“Kacha! Let’s go together! At least you, come with me!”

“My history ends here. Just as your great work is about to begin.”

The woman from the past only gave a gentle smile to the man from the future.

“Thank you, Mason. Thanks to you… I was able to wake up from the nightmare and have a sweet dream.”

Mason screamed.

“Kacha!”

Woong.

As the Soldier that imprisoned Mason and the Ghost Dragon passed through the gate, a man with a massive physique approached Yekaterina.

“Miss Yekaterina.”

“Steve.”

Steve Queen stood beside Yekaterina and looked up at the sky.

“Thank you for not interfering. I… thought you would try to turn him into an evil god.”

“I know it’s too late to resist, so there’s no reason to be insensitive and ruin the farewell of two lovers.”

That day, from the moment she was held in Mason’s arms at the abandoned prison, Yekaterina had given up on this world.

Mason was the hope of humanity.

But humanity was too late and too weak.

The power of Thor, known to a million people, was weaker than Mason. Conversely, there was no way to confront the destructive forces that filled the galaxy with just 6,000 times that power.

And Steve Queen also reached the same conclusion as Yekaterina through the Kardashev scale calculation.

Even if they combined all the energy humanity had, it wouldn’t even reach the first level of the Kardashev scale. Compared to the Destroyer’s interdimensional legion, which was estimated to be at the fifth level of the Kardashev scale, the units of total energy were vastly different.

The conclusion was reached without even needing to adjust the correction factor.

That the Destroyer would descend before they could achieve anything.

The moment Steve Queen came to that conclusion, Yekaterina, beyond the monitor, was telling Mason not to despair. Not to cross the line. To become a god of hope and future, not an evil god.

That’s why Steve Queen knew.

Her earnest request was not a lie.

She just hid the fact that Mason would become the future and hope of another universe, not humanity.

“I’m just a modified human, albeit a humble one.”

If Mason, the nephew of the future god-king Robert Park, was a modified human developed with future technology, Steve Queen, the protégé of the Freemasons, was a modified human forged with ancient spells and modern cutting-edge science. He knew better than anyone the limitations of this era.

“We were already late, and we realized, more keenly than anyone, that all we could do was pass on hope to another world.”

Yekaterina nodded.

“Thank you for everything…Even though we didn’t always agree.”

“Likewise…Even though we didn’t always agree.”

The two looked at the Destroyer’s grasp that was slowly approaching.

Many emotions swept through Yekaterina. Regret. Remorse. Sadness. Anger. And above all… gratitude.

‘Mason.’

Mason would never know. In her long and regretful life, how much Mason had shone like the sun and been a grateful presence. And how much she loved him.

Mason would think he understood that feeling, but he wouldn’t understand how deep it was.

After all, there were things that only experience could teach.

Yekaterina smiled.

“Farewell. My savior.”

And the Destroyer clenched his fist.

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One habitable planet was destroyed.

Countless lives vanished into cosmic dust, and the star they called the sun was being bound to the Dyson sphere’s framework, recast as a planet of weapons.

And the Destroyer watched it all with little emotion.

“Isn’t it a bit hot?”

He was more concerned about the indoor temperature.

“I’ve lost the concept of temperature, so don’t hesitate to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

The Destroyer muttered as he watched the Battlestars being forged.

And behind him, the Red Girl was standing. A girl with hair and clothes all blood-red, holding a broken greatsword.

“Red Knight. No, should I call you Red Girl?”

If Mason was a modified human created through future science and Steve Queen was a modern modified human created through modern science and ancient magic, the Red Knight was an artifact forged with ancient magic and human sacrifice.

The form of a man clad in armor. The form of a girl in red clothes was an illusion created by the sword.

Strictly speaking, since she was a woman when she was sacrificed, the Red Girl’s form was closer to reality.

After all, she was essentially just a cursed sword.

“Call me as you wish, Destroyer.”

The Red Girl didn’t bother to tell those she helped that she was the Red Knight from a parallel world. It was complicated to explain, and their opinions were too heavily influenced by their feelings toward the Red Knight of that world.

So it was more reasonable not to reveal her name.

“It’s not like I really want to be called by my name by you anyway.”

“Haha. Harsh.”

The Destroyer turned around with a kind smile.

“Anyway, welcome. Would you like a glass of nectar?”

“What’s the point of pouring a drink into a broken sword?”

“It’s meaningful to offer a drink to a friend. Whether they can drink it or not is secondary.”

Mason suddenly spoke as if he had remembered something.

“Ah, speaking of meaning.”

The Destroyer glanced down at the shattered Earth.

“What’s the point of creating fake humans? I understand that people have different hobbies, but I don’t understand your bad taste.”

The Red Girl muttered with an expressionless face.

“You call them fake humans.”

“They are fake humans. They’re creatures you created.”

“Then, by that logic, wouldn’t I also be just a creature someone created?”

“You were human, and you are human.”

The Destroyer said with a good-natured smile.

“And above all, you’re not guilty of anything.”

The Destroyer, betrayed by his people and his country, chewed on Liza Kronen’s liver and eradicated the pseudo-humans. He destroyed South Korea and devastated Earth.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find any fault with the Red Girl. No, the Red Knight.

The Red Knight was wary and hostile towards him, but she never betrayed him.

The Red Knight was simply faithful to her master, Yekaterina.

It was the Destroyer’s right to kill the betrayers. It was also his right to kill those who had disappointed him by failing to meet his expectations.

But the Red Knight had been his enemy from the beginning, and she had good reason to be wary of him.

It was a reason he could acknowledge.

Above all, the Red Knight had never betrayed the Destroyer.

“I can’t just kill everyone who’s not on my side, can I? That wouldn’t be right.”

The Destroyer was wearing an innocent smile.

The fact that the monster who had wiped out all living things could smile, the fact that his smile was innocent, made the Red Girl feel disgusted.

“Then kill me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m fighting against you.”

“You? Against me?”

The Destroyer gave a friendly smile.

“Friends should tolerate each other’s little differences in taste. Your bad taste in creating creatures that mimic humans makes my task a little annoying. But should friends fight over a little annoyance?”

“…”

The Red Girl looked at the fragments of the planet scattering in all directions. And she thought of the billions of people who could have been living there.

“Don’t you feel any sympathy for them?”

“Not really.”

The Destroyer said nonchalantly.

“They’re just fake humans you created. Why should I care about them if they’re not even real humans?”

The Red Girl looked at the monster who was once Mason.

She was proof of the Destroyer’s last remaining humanity.

By keeping just one person, the Red Girl, alive… the Destroyer could say he hadn’t broken his own rules.

And at the same time, she was also proof of his madness.

The Destroyer, who went around saying he would spare humans, especially good ones. The only one who could escape the destruction and slaughter he unleashed upon the universe was just one person, the Red Girl.

The Red Girl gritted her teeth.

“How long are you going to keep doing this?”

And those words also meant that she was the only one who had witnessed the destruction and slaughter the Destroyer had wrought.

“Destroying countless dimensions over an infinite amount of time.”

“It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. What matters is how much time is left.”

The Destroyer smiled casually and said with a gentle expression.

“Of course, I’ll keep doing it until every universe is purified.”