Norton's pale, slender, and tall figure sat quietly on the soft leather sofa, his golden eyes fixed on the floor. Judging from the direction, he seemed to be using his X-ray vision to observe ' Uranus, ' where a large-scale massacre and war were taking place.
In the empty room, no one spoke. Elizabeth, dressed in a pure white nun's habit, stood quietly behind Norton, her gaze blank and her face expressionless, as if her thoughts had stopped, like a puppet without anyone to control her.
Over the years, her life has been the best among Norton's group of people, because everyone else has their own ideas, their own principles, and their own bottom line.
She alone showed neither pity for mortals nor desire for rank. She was like an ordinary little girl, immersed in cosmetics, beautiful clothes, and exquisite decorations, quietly staying by Norton's side. When no one paid attention to her, she would immerse herself in her own world.
She really is just a little girl.
Ever since Norton rescued her when she was a child, he has used various psychologically torturous methods to brainwash her and exploit her weaknesses.
Just as the Vought Corporation raised Homelander to be a lonely child who forever yearns for love deep down, Norton also molded him into a child who fears being abandoned.
But this person with such a distorted mentality actually seems to be the only normal person around Norton...
Norton sat quietly, peering through all obstacles at Uranus, which was engulfed in death and war, at the power armor of the Church knights spewing flames, at the greatswords raised high in their hands, and at the poor inhabitants who had been cut in two at the waist.
The wisps of soul dissipated within the corpses of the dead. The most basic particles that constitute the soul did not return to Heaven or disappear into reality. Instead, like flowing water, they vanished slightly, only to surge back into reality in the next instant, like ocean waves...
Norton's thin, white lips curved into a gentle smile, and his once gilded eyes had turned completely black, so dark that they seemed to absorb even the light itself.
"Hmph... Hehehe... Hahahahaha..."
A laugh that didn't sound human came out of his mouth, growing louder and louder.
The treachery, malice, cruelty, and tyranny contained within the laughter were so palpable that they would surely shock anyone who heard them, causing them to exclaim in horror that such cruel laughter could exist in the world!
If we combine this with the rampant atrocities of slaughter on Uranus, it would be even more terrifying, prompting cries of alarm: 'How could there be such heartless and treacherous people in this world!'
Norton has long forgotten his past and no longer has any reverence for life.
In the empty space of the spaceship, the unrestrained laughter echoed, its ethereal tone yet sounding like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, hoarse and unpleasant.
But Norton didn't care at all.
His gaze shifted from the brutal atrocities on Uranus, and he quietly looked at Uranus and the planet Sinuo, which Abraham had crushed underfoot, at the souls that had already detached from reality, at the only point of intersection between Heaven and reality.
Because of the deaths of countless humans, countless souls transformed into particles, surging into Heaven like a tidal wave. However, Heaven itself already contained far too many solidified souls, occupying an excessive concentration. The rate of annihilation due to increasing entropy could not keep up with the rate of soul influx. Thus, these Soul Particle, attracted by gravity, instinctively entered Heaven, only to be expelled the next moment due to their excessive concentration. Layer upon layer of dense Soul Particle converged, forming waves of the sea of souls, crashing into reality and gathering upon matter.
"Hahahaha... Abraham, Duoxia. Heaven is already full; how could the soul of that man possibly enter Heaven after death?"
Therefore, reality only accompanies death, increasingly gathering particles of the soul to forge the bridge connecting Garden of Eden and Heaven!
Norton's eyes widened, his face a mixture of ecstasy and fervor. He sat up from the sofa, his tall figure ramrod straight, the imposing presence of someone accustomed to a high position emanating naturally from him without any effort.
But what appeared in him was not the fierce and valiant nature of an ordinary emperor, but rather an extremely treacherous and malevolent aura.
"I, Norton, have existed for fifteen thousand years. During this time, I have weathered many storms and suffered many setbacks."
The reason I have been able to overcome all obstacles and sit here today is not because of my Norton efforts, but because of the uniqueness of my soul!
Just as God could not create a boulder that could not be lifted, I, Norton, shall be immortal in this world!
But I can never achieve transcendence!
Even now, though I have long since attained the highest rank and become the master of the universe, I am still within this universe... even caught up in the composition of all things, eternally trapped in that supreme void!
No, no, no! I have struggled for ten thousand years and five thousand years, and these glorious years are not meant to be used to form the most basic particles of this universe!
I cannot perish with the increasing entropy of the universe, nor can I be reduced to that endless void!
I can only transcend this living universe... or perhaps, devour this endless starry sky!
It's hard to imagine that on Norton's exquisitely perfect, godlike body, red veins would still bulge out on his neck due to excitement.
His eyes were wide open, his fists clenched tightly, the dust in his palms vanished, but it could not erase the ferocity on his face.
"Call!"
After a long while, Norton finally let out a long sigh of relief. The ferocity on his face vanished like the wind, as if it were not the same person he had been before.
His ferocious words echoed throughout the vast space of the ship, yet it seemed no one noticed them. Even Elizabeth, standing behind him, showed no reaction in her blank eyes.