Starworm, that's his current name.

This is the name given to him by the white-coated Frankensteinian maniacs in the Cyber Wizard's Lab, due to his abilities.

The piece of the Abyss that had successfully fused with him had exhibited some unusual properties before it gave him abilities. It can absorb the essence and abilities of transcendents for a short time, making them invisible to everyone for a certain period of time.

This trait has made the white coats quite obsessed and keen to make it transcendent and weaponized. As a result, as the main subject of the project, he was given the title Star-Sucking Worm, which means that he can suck everything from others.

At first he hated the name because he thought it was hard to hear, and it sounded like a parasite rather than the "god" that was supposed to be created in the so-called god-making project.

But now he's getting more and more fond of the name. It sounds dangerous, like a natural predator, in keeping with his personal image and his creed.

Probably for many people, certain days and moments in their lives will never be forgotten.

Many times, such images tend to occur in early life. Most childhood memories are vague, except for those specific scenes and fragments that are still fresh in my mind and keep flashing back to my mind as I get older.

For star-sucking insects, that day. The day he was sold to a stranger by his biological father was one of them.

When he was a child, he couldn't change the reality even if he cried desperately, and he was vaguely aware. A boy's despair is nothing to the world, and the world and the people who make it up have no temperature in their hearts. The only way to make the world compromise on your face is to use a bigger fist.

Of course, such an idea was just a germ at that time, and it was another thing to really understand this truth. That would involve another person in his life who was crucial, and that was his mother.

His mother and father were almost polar opposites. In one of the few memories, she was a rather weak person, crying most of the time.

After he was sold by his father, it was his mother who ransomed him back with his savings and debts.

When the father found out, he was furious and beat both mother and son severely. He scolded this as a "cursed family", thinking that the two of them were a burden to him, so he slammed the door and never returned.

He had always found it strange that even so, his mother never resented his father.

No, it should be said that the mother never held a grudge against anyone. It's as if she's genetically like this, and she's not born with the intention of complaining.

In retrospect, he sometimes wondered if his mother had any faith behind his back. Because if she had, she would be the most devout believer.

After her father left, she worked three jobs to support her children. But even in the most difficult moments, she never resented, and never tried to take advantage of it. This is also what he was taught by his mother since he was a child, she told him to study hard, be a good person, don't hurt others, and don't rob if it's not his own.

She said that taking away the money of others is likely to take the life of a critically ill family member. To take a life may be to take away the husband of a wife and the father of a child.

Even if all the good things in the world are obtained through this betrayal, they will look miserable when they come together.

However, when he saw his mother, who was dying of critical illness, lying on a hospital bed and only on a ventilator to keep her alive, he clearly realized that she was wrong.

She tried to give the world a good life, but the world returned with a cold death.

Because the world itself has no heart, no temperature.

The city is a jungle of concrete and concrete, and in the jungle you have to follow the laws of the jungle.

The first to let him practice this truth was, at least from the perspective of his peers. Sometimes it's for lunch, and sometimes it's not for a reason.

Until he went to learn the tricks of hurting others.

Techniques that his mother would certainly not have let him learn if she were still alive.

One time could have been the same as every time

But as the old saying goes, dragon slayers will eventually become dragons.

He won the battle against the bullies

Another thing that his mother would certainly not have allowed him to do if he were still alive. But he soon found that he liked the feeling, as if he had finally found the right way the world worked, and the way that worked best for him.

If you don't want to be plundered, you have to be that predator yourself. As long as there is a bigger fist, those wicked have no choice but to join you, or destroy.

Looking back now, he sometimes feels that perhaps it was his mind that reshaped his path to some extent, and fate marked the established trajectory for him.

It was this fate that led him to join the Cyber Wizard.

It was the same fate that made him lucky enough to be chosen by the God-making Project and meet this transcendent that helped him realize his true self.

Star-sucking insects, who make a living by plundering, take the lives of others and transcendent to become stronger, is simply a portrayal of his life.

He found the man who had abandoned them. The man was no longer as tall and fierce as he remembered, as demonic and brutal. Now it looked like he was weak, even ridiculously small.

Killing that man is no longer just a boring reason for revenge. This is his decision on the past, and it is a complete farewell to his former self before becoming a star-sucking worm.

Of course, to say that he didn't enjoy the process would be a lie.

Now, he had completely remembered who he was. Who was in the past and what will be in the future.

A world-class predator.

Of course, he knew that he was far from being able to relax. To truly achieve himself and live up to that motto, he had to overcome another hurdle.

Superman.

He even felt that this was also the guidance of fate.

Fate is such a thing as a really wonderful thing. It's like a spinning wheel, you keep moving forward, you feel like you're going far, far away, but sooner or later you're going to come back to square one.

For him, Superman is such a being.

It reminded him of his mother on the sickbed.

It completely violates the principles of this steel jungle and distorts the law. He clearly has the supreme power to take away everything in the world, but he chooses to give rather than take away, and shares his power around the world without expecting anything in return.

It's almost like his mother.

Mother tried her best to give warmth to the world, but she was just a candle that was about to run out. The slightest flame burned out, and she died, not even leaving a trace of the cold world.

But Superman. He's like a sun.

With endless light and heat, even if the world comes to an end, he can't burn it all.

His presence and actions are nothing short of a challenge to the creed of the star-sucking worm, the antithesis of everything he believes.

Then he came to his senses.

Superman, whose very existence is the product of the embodiment of fate, is the ultimate challenge given to him by this world. If he doesn't defeat Superman and get through this hurdle, he'll never be able to prove himself.

This is his ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty, and his twelve trials are the fire that refines him into real gold.

So he was sure that Superman would inevitably come to him, just as the wheel would always turn back to square one.

But before that, he needs to be ready.

Using the piercing power it had absorbed from its previous transcendents, the Starsucker lifted its retreat and emerged from the ground, standing in front of a tall dark building.

He looked up at the sign above the fortified building.

"The Eye of Heaven will be the third prison for extraordinary criminals".

Starsuckers grinned.

He smiled expectantly.

(End of chapter)