After Death, I Became a Superhuman

The dark background enveloped everything, and the lightless scene seemed to devour the concept of direction. The terrifying silence filled the boundless space, as if it had no end.

Twisted shadows condensed from nothingness, and a huge figure seemed to be the incarnation from the abyss. The body, as dark as the night, exuded a cold breath, covered with strange patterns, with twisted and changing lines, like venomous snakes coiled around the body.

A crow flapped its wings and flew over, landing lightly nearby.

"Have you heard about the 'Transcendent'?" the crow asked in a deep voice.

The twisted black shadow slowly turned its head, and a strange light flickered in its red eyes. Irregular bone spurs extended from the black body, like a pair of devil's wings, sending chills down one's spine.

"Since when did you start caring about these things, Loki?" the black shadow said in a low voice.

"Since it involves that Extraordinary Being," the crow called Loki said, his tone becoming somewhat tense.

"The 'Superman,' you should know. My people have had a brief encounter with him, and I must say, it left a deep impression on me."

"That's only natural," the shadow said indifferently. "If you know the source of that transcendence, then his various manifestations are not surprising."

"Even though the 'Transcendent' is powerful, it is ultimately just a weapon that uses the laws of the abyss for control and destruction. How can it compare to something so terrifying?"

"Are you saying," Loki was surprised, "you know about the 'Superman's' transcendence?"