14 · Chapter 14
Superman couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he looked at the news feed full of typos.
"Don't you have Messiah's school records?" Superman asked. "He... doesn't look well-educated."
This is already a euphemism. Superman even suspects that the Messiah is illiterate.
How could anyone not be able to type “I am” correctly?
"The data has been lost and cannot be confirmed."
"But I support your idea." Cyborg shrugged. "My cousin in first grade can spell 'I am'."
Superman couldn't help but take a look at the comment section of Messiah's post, but found it surprisingly harmonious. He thought many people would scold Messiah for seeking attention.
[Is a an alien, the Messiah?]
——[The nest is not similar.]
[First day as a human?]
——[How do you know!?]
Superman thought about it and couldn't imagine that Messiah could say such words. In his eyes, although Messiah was naive and trusting, his personality was still relatively cold.
This innocent and naive appearance was completely different from the Messiah he had in mind who would pull out a bloody heart without batting an eyelid.
One dynamic line after another appeared in front of Superman.
[Why do humans jump off buildings?]
[My mouth hurts, why?]
[Cherish life? What is Yisi.]
[Man, give me a lollipop.]
Superman raised an eyebrow. He never thought that the Messiah would be such a person.
He flipped down the timeline, and all he saw were Messiah's clear and foolish speeches.
Until a special moment.
Superman's hand, which was scrolling through Messiah's social media feed, suddenly stopped. He stared at the tweet sent after the destruction of Metropolis with an unfathomable expression.
What is the meaning of life? Destruction is so easy, humans are so fragile, and there is no boundary between life and death.
[Killing someone is no different from saving someone; the end result is the same.]
[Boring.]
[The Son of Tomorrow has disappeared.]
[Destruction and salvation are different.]
[What is a human being? What is the definition of a human being?]
The content of Messiah's updates changed dramatically overnight. There were no more typos in his updates, and his wording became increasingly cold.
The fans who were originally active in Messiah’s updates are appearing less and less frequently.
Superman glanced at Messiah's social media account.
[Messiah/108,000 fans/108,000 followers]
At the most active time, there would be more than 10,000 comments under Messiah’s tweets. There would be many enthusiastic fans teaching Messiah how to be a human being and telling him common sense, and there would also be many passers-by praising his cuteness.
Many people regard Messiah as a cultivation blogger.
But now, there are only a few dozen scattered comments in the comment section, most of which are complaining and venting.
[The Son of Tomorrow has disappeared.]
-[Superman is crazy! I don't understand how he became like this.]
I miss the people of yesterday in the city of tomorrow, and I miss the Superman who fixed my bike. Do you miss Superman too, Messiah?
[Destruction and salvation are different.]
-[The Justice League is destroying us!]
-[I miss the metropolis before its destruction... Messiah, do you miss it too?]
-[Can the regime really save the earth?]
[What is a human being? What is the definition of a human being?]
-[In this damn world, why should we let a group of non-humans rule us?]
-[Messiah, are you really human?]
-[The Bible says that the Messiah will bring salvation to mankind. Are you that savior, the Messiah? Ha, I'm really crazy, otherwise why would I say such a thing to a virtual blogger.]
…
What would the Messiah think when he saw these comments?
Superman looked coldly at those who spoke out against the regime: "Block their accounts, Cyborg."
"Varied……"
"I say, ban their accounts." Superman's voice was almost as cold as ice. "Speech opposing the regime should not exist and is not allowed to exist."
Cyborg was silent for a moment, his hands returning to the keyboard.
After saying this, Superman turned and left without hesitation, the corners of his scarlet cape rising in the air.
There was still one update on Messiah's social account that he hadn't read, but Superman had already lost interest in it.
He no longer had any interest in understanding the Messiah; he just wanted to make sure that the Messiah would not betray him or the regime.
Cyborg silently tapped away on the keyboard. After a few strokes, the account avatars on Messiah's fan list turned gray, and the "User Banned" sign covered the entire screen.
On social platforms around the world, a large number of accounts have turned gray and can no longer be turned on.
Cyborg took his hands off the keyboard and looked at the screen almost dejectedly.
He scrolled down Messiah's social media account, looked at the latest post, and remained silent for a long time.
Is world domination right?
Messiah's fingertips lingered on the phone screen, looking at the large grayed-out fan list in confusion.
"Why?"
Messiah's index finger poked at the screen, clumsily typing out a line of text:
[Where did you go? Why did you all disappear?]
Soon, he received several replies.
-[Superman has blocked our account! He is a tyrannical tyrant whose regime has taken away our freedom!]
I hate the regime. They are a bunch of heartless monsters who forcibly rule the earth and claim to be protecting the world.
Initially, they banned guns, alcohol, and tobacco, and executed criminals, claiming it was to protect us. But then they banned nighttime travel, banned rallies and demonstrations, and executed those who resisted the regime. Now, even online freedom of speech is being taken away. Is this control or protection?
Messiah tilted his head, not understanding why they were so angry.
[But you are all still alive, isn’t this a good world?]
Superman may be ruling the world, but he's also protecting it. No one's dying anymore, and the things that happened in Metropolis won't happen again. Isn't that wonderful?
But just after Messiah finished typing and finally sent it out, he watched helplessly as the comment he was replying to disappeared.
The avatars in the comment section turned gray one by one, and the words "Account banned" spread across the entire screen.
No one responded to Messiah until a few minutes later, when an account said something.
[Huh, alive? If the standard is lowered to just being alive, then it is indeed "good."]
I said it was very good.
Messiah nodded contentedly, thinking he had received recognition, and closed his social media account.
Those grayed-out accounts seemed to have never appeared and disappeared from Messiah's world without leaving a trace.
……Really?
For some reason, Messiah inexplicably opened his hearing and began to listen to the voices of this world.
——The last time he used his full hearing was after the nuclear explosion in Metropolis, in order to search for other life in Metropolis.
The voices of all creation entered the Messiah's ears, and he heard the voices of the world.
Fear, depression, sadness, anger, crying.
"Dad, why can't we go out at night and look at the stars anymore?"
"Damn the regime!"
"Don't talk. What if... (unclear words) hears you and comes to arrest you? He's monitoring the entire world."
Messiah frowned, not understanding why there were so many unhappy voices.
The metropolis of the past was still filled with laughter and joy, even though the people living there could lose their lives at any time.
Now, apart from the criminals, no one else will lose their lives, and no one will be hurt. Isn't this something to be happy about? Why have the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared?
Messiah didn't understand, and he subconsciously looked for Superman, wanting Superman to give him an answer.
He flew out of the room and towards where Superman was.
Since when, the Messiah, like Superman, rarely lands on earth.
"Superman."
Messiah slowly floated into the room. Superman was sitting at the table watching a videotape with an unclear expression. After hearing Messiah's voice, he pressed the pause button.
"Messiah?" Superman smiled and looked at Messiah. "What do you want from me?"
Messiah nodded and asked his question directly, without any hesitation: "Why are they unhappy?"
This sentence was a bit incoherent, but Superman understood the Messiah's meaning seamlessly.
Superman's smile faded. "They're still alive, aren't they?"
"Remember what I told you, 'Life is precious, cherish it'. Everything else can give way to 'living'."
——In fact, Superman had long forgotten that he had said this to Messiah, and only remembered it after seeing Messiah’s updates on the social platform.
Superman stared at the Messiah's face, his voice full of paranoia: "For world peace, to protect mankind from danger, there will inevitably be some imperceptible price to pay, but it's all worth it."
Messiah thought of the destroyed metropolis and nodded in sudden realization: "Yeah!"
However, Messiah didn't expect Superman to mention the words "cherish life" again. He thought Superman had forgotten it long ago.
After Superman kills a group of soldiers with his own hands and then demands he kill as well, he still adheres to the principle of cherishing life?
"Cherish life?" This is what Messiah thought and asked, "Joker, Soldier, Arkham...?"
Superman paused, naturally finding an excuse for his actions.
"Criminals are not included." Superman said lightly, "We only cherish the lives of good people and ordinary people. Those villains who dare to hurt others do not deserve to live in this world."
But are soldiers who accept orders and complete their mission also considered criminals?
Messiah looked at Superman with clear eyes, his bright eyes were like a mirror, reflecting Superman's true appearance.
Not Superman, not the Son of the Sun of Metropolis, not the Chairman of the Justice League.
He is the supreme head of state.
Superman wanted to say something more to Messiah, but was interrupted by the guard knocking on the door.
"Mr. Superman."
The guard bowed his head to Superman and said respectfully, "Aquaman rejected your proposal. He claimed that Atlantis has nothing to do with the human world and will not obey the rule of the regime."
Superman crushed the corner of the table under his hand with a bang, his expression instantly darkened, and a long-lost brutality appeared in his eyes.
"How dare Atlantis?"
【Author’s words】
The first week is entering the late stage [Three-color cat head]
Also, come to wb @cheese-coke-smashed-ice to see the Messiah my friend drew for me! Super cute! [Rainbow fart]
The hair color is wrong. This is the second time someone has mistaken Messiah for a blonde. Let me see how many little angels in the comments section also misunderstood and thought he had blonde hair [question mark]
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