Reading settings
"A new record has been set!"
"The sales of the 'New God' comic series have surpassed 890 million copies, breaking the all-time record set by 'One Piece'. Its novel adaptation has also become a sensation, claiming the title of the year's bestseller!"
"The film 'New God: Birth' has swept the global box office, with theaters raking in money hand over fist, closing in on 'Avatar's' historical record!"
"'Beginning,' 'Birth,' 'Rise'—the 'New God' franchise, including all its merchandise, has become a cultural phenomenon. They are making history. An insider has revealed that the currently running 'New God: Rise' will be the longest-running comic series ever, with its novelization following closely behind, promising content of epic scale!"
"All we can do now is wait and see how far 'New God' can go. But one thing is certain: for the next few years, 'New God' will dominate our cultural landscape."
"It's hard to understand why the 'New God' series has received such frenzied adoration. Compared to titles like 'Iron Man,' 'Batman,' and 'Superman,' it's still very young, yet it has created an unprecedented miracle. Now, let's welcome renowned comic analysis expert, XXX..."
All Earthlings knew that when it came to anything related to entertainment or culture, the hottest thing right now was the 'New God' comic. It blew older, established characters out of the water by a mile, capturing the attention of hundreds of millions.
"Darling, I want to buy the latest issue of the comic!" Laurie said, leaning against Superboy-Prime's chest and pointing to a nearby bookstore.
"Of course, I'd be happy to oblige... Hiss! I'm out of money..."
Superboy-Prime fumbled around in his pants pockets, but all he could find was a single coin...
Hmm, more than enough to buy a newspaper, but forget about a magazine issue...
Superboy-Prime looked awkward. After spending so long in the Multiverse, all he saw was battle after battle after battle. When had he ever had to worry about food, clothing, and shelter? But now that he had finally returned to the Prime Universe, he had to adapt to the life of an ordinary human, just as he had for the first 15 years of his life.
He suppressed the urge to commit a crime. This was his planet, his home.
Superboy-Prime placated his girlfriend for a moment, then, with a cold expression, his ridiculously imposing body stood like a mountain in front of a customer. With a sneer, he snatched the comic book right out of the person's hands.
"You...!" The innocent bystander was furious, pointing at Superboy-Prime, ready to curse him out. But Superboy-Prime just shot him a fierce glare and took a step forward, his tall and sturdy frame looking like it could crush the man.
The bystander paused, then shouted, "It's yours! Let's be friends!!!"
Superboy-Prime snorted coldly, glancing at the man with disdain. "Trash!"
He strode back to Laurie, showing off the comic book as he handed it to his girlfriend.
"You didn't use your superpowers to steal this when no one was looking, did you?" Laurie asked, her face full of suspicion.
"No, I obtained it through the fairest means possible," Superboy-Prime said, full of confidence.
He hadn't beaten the guy to death, so he considered it very fair.
Laurie didn't overthink it, happily opening the comic book and quickly flipping through the contents of issue #10.
Superboy-Prime glanced at it out of boredom, his brow furrowing slightly. He used his super X-ray vision and quickly read the entire thing.
"The storyline is lagging this far behind? That's not like the Editorial Department..."
Superboy-Prime frowned, lost in thought.
As a frequent visitor to the Editorial Department, he had beaten up his fair share of editors and writers there; he couldn't be more familiar with their way of doing things.
The content of issue #10 clearly only covered the Annihilation Wave emerging from the Negative Zone. There was still a huge gap between that and what was currently happening in the Prime Universe.
For any other character's book, those editors would have been eager to dig out the character's brain and show it to the readers. Why was there such a huge disparity when it came to Tony...?
"Is it because of the One-Above-All? The Editorial Department can't directly spy on events related to the One-Above-All? But they've never held back when writing storylines for the Five Great Gods and Apokolips."
Superboy-Prime scratched his head, a little confused.
He knew those guys at the Editorial Department. They were all a bunch of cowardly trash who just happened to control the ability to write the storyline. If it weren't for those bastards' nonsense writing, how could the great Lord Superboy-Prime have ended up as a major antagonist...
The more he thought about it, the angrier Superboy-Prime became. He always felt like he'd been screwed over by that bunch from the Editorial Department.
...
Editorial Department.
A group of people was huddled together, looking around cautiously with strange expressions, terrified that someone might overhear their conversation.
"The Editor-in-Chief replied. He won't allow us to use the Larval Entity. It's not time yet."
"I told you we shouldn't use that dangerous thing. The risk is too great; it might just wipe us out first..."
"Then what do we do, just keep waiting? I'm getting the creeps."
"Let's just keep researching the bomb. One big boom, and everything's solved."
"The Editor-in-Chief didn't give any detailed instructions either and hasn't returned. Ugh, my head hurts... Do you have any idea how painfully I'm suppressing my desire to go out there and flex?"
"I know, brother. You are me, and I am you. I want to leave this place too and become a big star in the Prime Universe. After all, the latest comic issue is insanely popular. We'd have money, cars, houses, and lots and lots of..."
"I censored your next word."
"Tsk tsk tsk, once the New God appeared, everything else became trash. Truly amazing."
A crowd of people of varying ages, heights, and weights huddled together, conversing in low voices—though they called it low voices, because there were so many of them, everyone was actually shouting.
Well, as long as no one was using a megaphone, it was unanimously considered "quiet."
"What should we draw for the next issue? The Sinestro Corps War? Or Mobius? Shazam? Ghost Rider? The Spectre's great prison adventure? Ugh, there's so much to draw."
"Let's first figure out how to get past this threshold... The Editor-in-Chief definitely won't let us have it this easy. I have a feeling he's preparing some massive plan."
"Since he isn't telling us, it means we don't need to be involved in the plan for now. Paying too much attention will only annoy the Editor-in-Chief."
"Let's just wait. I think..."
Suddenly, an editor jumped onto a table with a look of terror, screaming at the top of his lungs, "The internet's biggest troll is here!!!"
"What?!"
The crowd of editors and writers scattered in an instant.
Bang!
The Fourth Wall was smashed open with brute force. The main door was kicked violently off its hinges. Dressed in casual clothes, Superboy-Prime stormed in with a hostile expression, his icy gaze sweeping over these mortals who were cowering like quails.
(end of chapter)
"The sales of the 'New God' comic series have surpassed 890 million copies, breaking the all-time record set by 'One Piece'. Its novel adaptation has also become a sensation, claiming the title of the year's bestseller!"
"The film 'New God: Birth' has swept the global box office, with theaters raking in money hand over fist, closing in on 'Avatar's' historical record!"
"'Beginning,' 'Birth,' 'Rise'—the 'New God' franchise, including all its merchandise, has become a cultural phenomenon. They are making history. An insider has revealed that the currently running 'New God: Rise' will be the longest-running comic series ever, with its novelization following closely behind, promising content of epic scale!"
"All we can do now is wait and see how far 'New God' can go. But one thing is certain: for the next few years, 'New God' will dominate our cultural landscape."
"It's hard to understand why the 'New God' series has received such frenzied adoration. Compared to titles like 'Iron Man,' 'Batman,' and 'Superman,' it's still very young, yet it has created an unprecedented miracle. Now, let's welcome renowned comic analysis expert, XXX..."
All Earthlings knew that when it came to anything related to entertainment or culture, the hottest thing right now was the 'New God' comic. It blew older, established characters out of the water by a mile, capturing the attention of hundreds of millions.
"Darling, I want to buy the latest issue of the comic!" Laurie said, leaning against Superboy-Prime's chest and pointing to a nearby bookstore.
"Of course, I'd be happy to oblige... Hiss! I'm out of money..."
Superboy-Prime fumbled around in his pants pockets, but all he could find was a single coin...
Hmm, more than enough to buy a newspaper, but forget about a magazine issue...
Superboy-Prime looked awkward. After spending so long in the Multiverse, all he saw was battle after battle after battle. When had he ever had to worry about food, clothing, and shelter? But now that he had finally returned to the Prime Universe, he had to adapt to the life of an ordinary human, just as he had for the first 15 years of his life.
He suppressed the urge to commit a crime. This was his planet, his home.
Superboy-Prime placated his girlfriend for a moment, then, with a cold expression, his ridiculously imposing body stood like a mountain in front of a customer. With a sneer, he snatched the comic book right out of the person's hands.
"You...!" The innocent bystander was furious, pointing at Superboy-Prime, ready to curse him out. But Superboy-Prime just shot him a fierce glare and took a step forward, his tall and sturdy frame looking like it could crush the man.
The bystander paused, then shouted, "It's yours! Let's be friends!!!"
Superboy-Prime snorted coldly, glancing at the man with disdain. "Trash!"
He strode back to Laurie, showing off the comic book as he handed it to his girlfriend.
"You didn't use your superpowers to steal this when no one was looking, did you?" Laurie asked, her face full of suspicion.
"No, I obtained it through the fairest means possible," Superboy-Prime said, full of confidence.
He hadn't beaten the guy to death, so he considered it very fair.
Laurie didn't overthink it, happily opening the comic book and quickly flipping through the contents of issue #10.
Superboy-Prime glanced at it out of boredom, his brow furrowing slightly. He used his super X-ray vision and quickly read the entire thing.
"The storyline is lagging this far behind? That's not like the Editorial Department..."
Superboy-Prime frowned, lost in thought.
As a frequent visitor to the Editorial Department, he had beaten up his fair share of editors and writers there; he couldn't be more familiar with their way of doing things.
The content of issue #10 clearly only covered the Annihilation Wave emerging from the Negative Zone. There was still a huge gap between that and what was currently happening in the Prime Universe.
For any other character's book, those editors would have been eager to dig out the character's brain and show it to the readers. Why was there such a huge disparity when it came to Tony...?
"Is it because of the One-Above-All? The Editorial Department can't directly spy on events related to the One-Above-All? But they've never held back when writing storylines for the Five Great Gods and Apokolips."
Superboy-Prime scratched his head, a little confused.
He knew those guys at the Editorial Department. They were all a bunch of cowardly trash who just happened to control the ability to write the storyline. If it weren't for those bastards' nonsense writing, how could the great Lord Superboy-Prime have ended up as a major antagonist...
The more he thought about it, the angrier Superboy-Prime became. He always felt like he'd been screwed over by that bunch from the Editorial Department.
...
Editorial Department.
A group of people was huddled together, looking around cautiously with strange expressions, terrified that someone might overhear their conversation.
"The Editor-in-Chief replied. He won't allow us to use the Larval Entity. It's not time yet."
"I told you we shouldn't use that dangerous thing. The risk is too great; it might just wipe us out first..."
"Then what do we do, just keep waiting? I'm getting the creeps."
"Let's just keep researching the bomb. One big boom, and everything's solved."
"The Editor-in-Chief didn't give any detailed instructions either and hasn't returned. Ugh, my head hurts... Do you have any idea how painfully I'm suppressing my desire to go out there and flex?"
"I know, brother. You are me, and I am you. I want to leave this place too and become a big star in the Prime Universe. After all, the latest comic issue is insanely popular. We'd have money, cars, houses, and lots and lots of..."
"I censored your next word."
"Tsk tsk tsk, once the New God appeared, everything else became trash. Truly amazing."
A crowd of people of varying ages, heights, and weights huddled together, conversing in low voices—though they called it low voices, because there were so many of them, everyone was actually shouting.
Well, as long as no one was using a megaphone, it was unanimously considered "quiet."
"What should we draw for the next issue? The Sinestro Corps War? Or Mobius? Shazam? Ghost Rider? The Spectre's great prison adventure? Ugh, there's so much to draw."
"Let's first figure out how to get past this threshold... The Editor-in-Chief definitely won't let us have it this easy. I have a feeling he's preparing some massive plan."
"Since he isn't telling us, it means we don't need to be involved in the plan for now. Paying too much attention will only annoy the Editor-in-Chief."
"Let's just wait. I think..."
Suddenly, an editor jumped onto a table with a look of terror, screaming at the top of his lungs, "The internet's biggest troll is here!!!"
"What?!"
The crowd of editors and writers scattered in an instant.
Bang!
The Fourth Wall was smashed open with brute force. The main door was kicked violently off its hinges. Dressed in casual clothes, Superboy-Prime stormed in with a hostile expression, his icy gaze sweeping over these mortals who were cowering like quails.
(end of chapter)
