HISD Chapter 92 The Transformation of the Ancient Doomsday
A strange trio of monster, woman, and infant had been living in the hidden ocean beneath the Earth's crust for a full month.
On this day, Atlanna—as usual—carried the infant named Clark out of the Kryptonian ship.
Bathed in sunlight, the months-old baby suddenly puckered his lips, babbling incoherently. His little head lifted with effort, gazing toward the beach of the island, and his tiny pale hand waved eagerly in that direction.
Atlanna didn't need to look to know. That bone-spiked monster must once again be lying on the sands, basking in the light.
She glanced over anyway, and froze in shock.
On the sunlit beach of the hidden sea, beneath the vaulted cavern roof, stood a towering figure over two and a half meters tall. The creature's body was clad in a tight black Kryptonian suit with a flowing cape, its muscles defined like molten iron, the chest marked with the iconic crest of hope—an S.
But his massive body had changed. Compared to the hulking, mountain-like bulk before, he had clearly shrunk in size.
Atlanna's heart skipped violently, terrified at the thought she had just dared to form. She retreated a few steps, staring more carefully.
No mistake. He was slimmer now. Still massive, but no longer grotesquely bulky. His proportions were closer to perfection, his figure more harmonious, every line of muscle carved like a work of art beneath the black suit.
If one ignored the jagged bone spikes and skull-like head, the body beneath the suit looked like a flawless statue.
Even his face, though still skeletal, was less monstrous than before. The white, mask-like visage carried a strange, solemn majesty. Only the burning red flames in his eyes betrayed his destructive essence.
Less madness, more sanctity. Less monstrosity, more dominance. Before, he looked like a picture of consumed madness, body shaped only to cause destruction. Now, his body grew to be more holistic, more perfect.
And the aura radiating from him… heavier, more tangible, like a divine halo pressing down on the world.
Even from a distance, Atlanna felt her Atlantean bloodline trembling, her very genes recoiling in primal fear. Her legs quivered, nearly forcing her to kneel on the ground.
Such overwhelming power, paired with transcendent intelligence…
Atlanna realized calling him a monster was an insult to herself.
If he was a monster, then she was less than a fish. Even the old gods could not compare!
God? Demon? She searched her experience for a fitting title, but none sufficed.
He was simply Him—unique and absolute.
…
Yi Meng, in his Ancient Doomsday form, lowered his burning eyes and raised his bone-clad hands.
In reclaiming his rationality, his Doomsday genes seemed to be evolving, guided both by his will and by the interference of Krypton's Codex. They were shifting toward the form he desired.
The transformation was not extreme, but slow and steady, and more importantly—under control.
The more his real self was invaded by Doomsday's essence, the more he resembled Doomsday.
But here, in the dream of the DC Universe, the Ancient Doomsday was evolving to resemble him.
Would there come a day when the two became one? When his real self fully mastered Doomsday's power?
Yi Meng did not dwell on it. The red blaze in his eyes burned brighter, while the phantom yellow crystal at his brow grew dimmer.
That he had endured a full month in this DC dream, keeping control of the Ancient Doomsday, was a miracle—made possible only by the lingering projection of his Marvel dream-self and by his own exploration here.
With that thought, Yi Meng reached down and lifted the golden trident that had been thrust into the sand.
He rose into the air, streaking upward at tremendous speed. The sound barrier shattered behind him. Then he dove, plunging into the depths of the hidden sea.
Water exploded upward in towering plumes as his figure vanished into the whirlpool leading to the outside world.
Atlanna, clutching the Kryptonian infant, trembled violently.
That supreme being had left again—this time carrying Poseidon's trident as his weapon.
Could Earth really withstand such a power?
…
Outside, on a remote deserted island in DC's world.
Deep inside a cave, a small fire crackled. An old man with graying temples sat upon a stone, wrapped in a tattered fisherman's cloak. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes ringed with black circles, his cloudy gaze fixed upon the flames.
Even if Wonder Woman herself had come here, she might not have recognized him.
This decrepit old fisherman was none other than Poseidon—the Greek old god of the seas, who had lived since the age of the pantheon. Once mighty, his power now seemed withered to dust.
Compared to a month earlier, when he had still displayed divine vigor, he now truly looked like a man at the end of his years. His bare legs shook where they touched the rocky cave floor.
Then came the sound.
A thunderous boom split the air outside the cave—something had streaked across the sky at supersonic speed and now hovered over the island.
Poseidon's legs shook even harder.
He's here! Again!
Despair clouded his eyes. He had lost count of how many times this being had hunted him in the past month. His divine body healed quickly, but that only prolonged the torment.
No matter where he ran, he was found. No matter how fiercely he fought, he was beaten nearly to death.
He wanted to rage, to fight for his dignity as an old god. But a month of this humiliation had shattered all pride, all confidence.
Now, he couldn't even summon the courage to run.
Let it end… let me be destroyed…
Suddenly, the cave shook. A beam of golden metal speared through the rock and embedded itself in the ground beside the fire.
Poseidon's murky eyes widened. A trident—gleaming, radiant.
His trident. The divine weapon that had ruled the seas for millennia. The sight of it flooded him with memories of his former glory.
"You forced this upon me!"
A spark of defiance flared. His frail body straightened, golden power surging once more. He grasped the trident, divine energy roaring through the cave.
"Then come!"
Grinding his teeth, Poseidon stepped out of the cave. His legs still trembled, tears stung his eyes, but he raised the weapon all the same.
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