Ubermensch – Chapter 193

Chapter 193

The Destroyer wore a puzzled look.

‘What nonsense is this?’

And then, the Destroyer realized.

‘No. This is a refutation.’

Beyond strength and weakness, right and wrong.

The Destroyer himself had pointed out Nodens’ contradictions, dividing him into Azathoth and Nodens. Mason was now challenging the Destroyer to a battle of words.

“Do you think I have contradictions?”

The Destroyer scoffed.

It was amusing. But also unpleasant.

‘Do you think you understand me, you little thing?’

The Destroyer could understand Nodens.

Because he knew the loneliness of an absolute being.

The Destroyer could analyze Oztalon.

Because he, too, was once righteous.

But for Oztalon, a fledgling who still didn’t know the ugliness of the world, to understand and analyze the Destroyer?

And to believe he could refute him and come this far?

It was an insult.

“I will purify the world.”

The Destroyer looked at Mason.

“I will cleanse all that is wicked and wrong, and create a world where only the righteous and beautiful can live.”

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

“How?”

“By killing everything that is wrong.”

“What is the standard for that?”

“Me.”

The Destroyer said with an indifferent expression.

“It is I who judges right and wrong.”

“Why?”

“Because I am right.”

The Destroyer said in a calm voice.

“I have seen the depths of humanity. Things you haven’t seen. I know how vile humans can be, so I am qualified to judge them.”

“No. You haven’t seen the depths of humanity.”

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

“They have just, unfortunately, experienced bad things.”

“Bad things…?”

The Destroyer gritted his teeth.

“Can you call what I went through just bad luck?”

“Yes.”

The Destroyer glared at Mason.

“No. I have seen the true nature of humanity.”

“Whose true nature did you see? No.”

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

“Can you be sure that there is only one true nature of humanity?”

“…?”

“People have many different sides. Even the same person acts differently when they are in a bad mood and when they are in a good mood.”

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

“Even a single sheet of paper has a front and a back, so why are you so sure that what you saw is the only true nature?”

“Because what one shows in extreme situations is their true face.”

The Destroyer gritted his teeth, as if remembering the past.

“The President betrayed me.”

“The President I know was a man who would sacrifice even his own honor for the sake of his people.”

“That’s because the situation was different.”

“Then you agree that a person’s character can manifest differently depending on the situation?”

The Destroyer felt himself losing his words.

The President he was talking about and the President Mason was talking about were different people.

But if he pointed out that they were the same person but from different dimensions, the Destroyer would have to acknowledge Mason’s argument to some extent.

That the same person can show different sides of themselves in different environments.

Then, the Destroyer’s argument would no longer be flawless. If the same person could reach different conclusions depending on the situation, then the claim that one could judge the good and evil of that person would also be flawed.

“That is…”

The Destroyer realized.

That he had fallen into a trap.

“It’s because you only encountered good situations.”

The Destroyer looked at Mason. More precisely, at the Cursed Sword Red Girl that Mason had laid down.

“You were born from the Red Girl.”

“Yes.”

“The Red Girl created a favorable environment for you.”

“Yes.”

He couldn’t deny it.

The Red Girl was a cursed sword. A cursed sword meant to pierce the Destroyer.

But she needed someone to wield her. Someone who could stand before God and charge at him.

She had waited countless years for someone to confront the Destroyer, but in the end, she couldn’t find one and created one herself.

The Destroyer’s clone. Mason.

“It is absurd for you, who grew up in a distorted environment, who could only see the positive side of people, to discuss the true nature of humanity.”

“She didn’t create Oztalon.”

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

“She just needed a powerful being. She tried to turn me into an Evil God when you understood my world.”

It didn’t matter if he was a god or an Evil God.

As long as he was a powerful being.

That meant it didn’t matter if Mason was Oztalon or not.

“I became Oztalon not because of my environment, but because of my choice.”

It was also another statement at the same time.

“Just like you became the Destroyer not because of your environment, but because of your choice!”

The fact that the Destroyer became the Destroyer not because of his environment, but because of his choice.

He could say it more directly.

“You were just too easily disappointed in people.”

He could also say it more cruelly.

“Because your heart was weak!”

“You say I was weak? My heart was weak? Don’t talk nonsense!”

The Destroyer was enraged.

“I just realized the primitiveness of humans. I realized the selfishness and coldness of Liza, the President, and Yekaterina!”

“Then admit it. That you were changed by them. Admit that you changed and changed until you broke down. Claim that if you hadn’t changed, you wouldn’t have become the Destroyer.”

Mason said, looking at the Destroyer.

“That statement will be the very testimony that proves you collapsed because of your weakness!”

Mason and the Destroyer looked at each other.

They looked exactly the same.

But the Destroyer had been worn down and changed by people, while Mason had not broken and had eventually changed people.

They were truly each other’s opposites.

“Are you saying I was weak?”

The strongest being in the universe growled.

“Are you saying I became this way because I was weak?”

“Yes.”

“You are the weak one. You lost again and again. Saving a handful of survivors from the dimensions I destroyed was the entirety of your achievements.”

“Yes. I lost. I lost again and again.”

He lost and lost.

“But, I did not break. And, I will not break.”

Mason, whose heart had not been broken, Oztalon, said.

“People believed in me. People relied on me. I am among the people, and they are me!”

Oztalon took a step forward.

The Destroyer unconsciously took a step back, and was enraged by the fact that he had taken a step back.

“For me to… to such a pathetic god?!”

The Destroyer, enraged, charged at Mason.

At that moment, the Destroyer’s fist struck Mason’s face.

Thud!

The Destroyer was the strongest being in the universe, a Greater God. Oztalon was at best an Intermediate God. He couldn’t be a match for the Destroyer.

No. He shouldn’t be.

But Mason didn’t budge.

‘Has Oztalon become stronger?’

No. He hadn’t.

It was the opposite.

‘Am I… saying I’ve become weaker?’

Mason grinned and said.

“I hear it. I hear it.”

At that moment, Mason reached out his hand.

Thud!

Mason’s hand pierced the Destroyer’s body.

“Come! Mason! You who are trapped within the Destroyer’s fury! If you truly desire salvation… I will protect your goodness as well!”

At that moment, the Destroyer felt something within him.

No, someone was reaching out to Oztalon.

It was weakness.

Even though there was no one to rely on in this universe, it was the weakness of still wanting to rely on someone.

It was foolishness.

Even though he had suffered and suffered, it was the foolishness of still wanting to believe in people.

It was regret.

It was the regret of thinking that if he had been a little stronger, a little wiser, the disaster might not have happened.

“If you want to fight yourself. If you want to undo what you’ve done, now is the time!”

Oztalon was a clone who had even replicated the Destroyer’s karma. The hearts that had been dwelling within the Destroyer were crossing over to Oztalon.

‘Did he pull the unforgotten part of me, just like he separated Azathoth from Nodens?’

The Destroyer, enraged, struck Oztalon.

Bang!

But, the feeling of the blow was different.

Oztalon was no longer a minor copy of the Destroyer.

He was the Destroyer’s opposite.

A god created from the possibility of what Mason could have become.

A new god born from the gathering of unbroken fragments.

And he… was the original.

“Admit it, Destroyer.”

The true ‘Mason’ stood before the nightmare that was the Destroyer.

“You… are nothing but a nightmare I have!”

The Destroyer gritted his teeth.

“You say I’m an Empty God? That you are the essence?”

He was enraged.

“You still haven’t learned your lesson after being hurt like that? You still have hope after all that despair? You still regret and blame yourself after all that?”

The answer to all those questions stood before his eyes.

Mason, with a wick that would not break or bend.

Mason, who rose again after despairing and regretting.

He stood before the Destroyer and looked at him.

A brilliant light covered the world.

The newly born god’s dazzling, rainbow-colored holy light covered the entire universe, and the Destroyer’s forces fell into an error state, unable to recognize who had control.

‘Yes. I was born for this moment.’

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

The ‘Mason’ trapped within the Destroyer also wanted to be saved. He was only lashing out because he had been betrayed and hurt.

What he truly desired… was someone to stand in his way.

‘Were you lonely, Mason? Were you lonely as you were consumed by your madness?’

Someone to tell him he was wrong. Someone to stop him. Someone to reach out to him. He had been waiting for someone to appear.

“I have come. I have finally come.”

Mason looked at the Destroyer.

“The Guardian Deity has come!”