American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

414. My Story.

"It's hard to imagine that the gods of this world would look like you."

Dozens of eyes were focused on Mercury, so much so that he was practically trembling like a leaf.

But in order to ensure his safety and avoid being harmed by these monstrous figures, Mercury could only force a polite smile, furrowing his brows to appear as small and pitiable as possible.

"Mercury shouldn't be someone like you, much less a monster that preys on humans," Wonder Woman said coldly, staring at the man in front of her. She could sense the divine power emanating from him. Although it was far weaker than her own, it undeniably belonged to the Olympian gods.

"That… that's beyond me," Mercury stammered, on the verge of tears. Though he was technically a god, standing before Wonder Woman made him feel like he was facing Zeus in his prime, capable of ending his life with a flick of the wrist.

Even if he had never tasted pork, he had certainly seen pigs run. As the messenger of the gods to the human world, Mercury was well aware of human creativity, especially when it came to those wildly popular comics.

Coincidentally, Mercury had been curious about how humans portrayed the gods in their comics.

But now, before he could even catch up on those comics, the heroes from those very pages had appeared before him—and in forms far stronger than he had ever imagined.

"I-I-I don't understand... this world already has us. You… you're just creations from human literature."

Mercury's gaze shifted to Wolverine, who was using his adamantium claws to pick his teeth. A shiver ran down Mercury's spine, and he quickly averted his gaze, continuing to speak.

"You shouldn't exist here, much less have been created at all. It doesn't make sense. Creators don't usually draw inspiration from beings they've already created."

"What are you talking about?"

Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what Mercury was trying to convey.

Mercury opened his mouth as if seeking help, his eyes landing on Wonder Woman. He wasn't trying to buddy up to her, but in a room full of heroes, she was the only one he found even remotely familiar.

"We've existed in this world for tens of thousands of years. We have our own stories and legends. You can't just suddenly appear and replace us. I know you're strong, stronger than most gods I've seen, but you can't just—"

"I get it," Alex said, finally understanding Mercury's point.

Pausing for a moment, Alex couldn't help but laugh before turning to explain to the others.

"This guy thinks we're creations of the Creator God, made to replace the gods of this world."

"Isn't that the case?" Mercury asked nervously, raising his head.

"It's an interesting idea, but you're mistaken," Clark replied, walking up to Mercury with a serious expression. "We weren't molded like clay by some god. We have our own world—a truly peaceful one."

Hearing this, Mercury's face was filled with disbelief, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, his life was in their hands, and he wasn't foolish enough to argue.

"You don't believe me?" Clark asked, puzzled.

"I-I believe you, I do," Mercury stammered, nodding repeatedly with a submissive attitude.

This left Clark speechless. He hadn't expected this universe to be so absurd.

Many of those present had seen Supernatural, either the show or the comics. However, few had actually finished it. Their impression of this world was limited to "Dean and Sam Winchester hunting down monsters that prey on humans."

As for the rest of the lore, they didn't know much about it—nor did they particularly care to. After all, these heroes were usually too busy with their own responsibilities.

"So," Bruce Wayne finally spoke, stepping forward.

From the very beginning, Batman had been observing the so-called "god" before them. Though Mercury bore the name of a deity, Batman knew that this creature was essentially just a monster wearing a human guise.

"You so-called gods are, in fact, creations of the Creator, just like humans. You're merely beings with immense power, some of whom even feed on humans."

"Yes, you could put it that way. Humans offer their lives to satisfy our appetites, and in return, we use our powers to help them live better lives—you know, ensuring favorable weather and such," Mercury admitted without denial.

"This doesn't add up," Billy voiced the doubt that many shared.

"I don't understand. If that 'God' wanted to assert His divine authority and created the entire universe, He wouldn't allow the existence of other beliefs. He had no reason to create gods like you," Billy questioned further.

"It's simple," Mercury said with a bitter smile, shrinking slightly.

"Because He needed scapegoats."

"Scapegoats?"

Billy frowned, puzzled, staring at Mercury.

"Yes. Life and death, sickness and disaster. When humans believed in the moon, He created a moon god. When they believed in the sun, He created a sun god. On the surface, humans worshiped us, but in reality, they... merely feared us," Mercury explained.

"I think I'm starting to understand," Jason said, stroking his chin and speaking calmly.

"So, that guy just wanted a flock of obedient sheep. To achieve that, He created you wolves. When things went wrong, He'd blame you. When nothing happened, He'd come out to preach His own faith. And to ensure you didn't compete with Him for followers, He even added 'humans' to your menu during your creation."

Mercury gave an awkward laugh and chose not to reply.

At this, everyone fell silent, their expressions varied.

It was hard to imagine that the Creator of this world could be such an entity, someone capable of creating such a distorted universe. It was clear that this Creator wasn't a benevolent being.

Among them, the ones who felt the most conflicted were undoubtedly Dean, Sam, and Jo—three natives of this universe. While they had encountered countless extraordinary and horrifying events, this revelation about their world's Creator and the hidden truths of the gods was unprecedented.

As hunters in this universe, no one felt more disturbed by this knowledge than they did.

Everyone has their own struggles, and while they had once believed that a universe without heroes was hopeless, in retrospect, their own world wasn't any less bleak.

Not just ordinary people but even the gods themselves were nothing more than puppets on strings, which naturally led one to question the meaning of existence and the purpose of their endeavors.

Sam looked down silently at the beer in his hand, while Jo stopped smiling, absentmindedly playing with her nails, her brow furrowed in melancholy.

Seeing their somber expressions, Dean understood what was on their minds. Sighing, he took a big gulp of beer and broke the silence.

"It's meaningful, Sam, Jo. Everything we've done is meaningful. Hunting monsters, saving people—that's our family's mission. And we have saved many lives, haven't we?"

"Dean's right," Alex said, nodding lightly. From behind the counter, he grabbed a few more bottles of beer and placed them on the table. Looking at Sam and Jo, he spoke seriously.

"Never doubt your choices. You are who you are—not puppets being toyed with by some entity. Every decision you've made comes from your heart, not anyone else's manipulation."

"Really, Alex? Do you really believe that?" Sam asked, unable to hold back. "How can you be so sure that everything you're doing now isn't being directed by someone?"

"Because I am who I am."

Without hesitation, Alex answered firmly.

But soon, he recalled the words he'd once heard from the Watcher: 'You're already part of the story.'

Pausing to reflect, Alex couldn't help but laugh.

"If I'm part of some story, then... it should be 'my' story."

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