HISD Chapter 35: Incarnation of the Ancient Doomsday
What is "Doomsday"?
This creature originates from the DC Universe, with various versions in different storylines, but all share the same core: a direct connection to Krypton and the Kryptonians.
In Yi Meng's past life, Doomsday was widely known because of his feats—slaying Superman in direct battle and even beating Darkseid so badly that the tyrant practically called him father.
He was called Superman's Judgment Day, the destined calamity of the god among men!
From the moment of his birth, Doomsday was stronger than Superman. Born for killing and destruction, he was the end of all things, his very genes embodying contradiction and imbalance.
He possessed apocalyptic power and limitless energy, the ability to leap across vast distances as though flying, endless stamina that never tired, and a supercharged healing factor. In combat, he could evolve rapidly, adapting to enemies and environments, countering whatever ability opposed him.
But from the moment of creation, Doomsday was flawed—driven to berserk destruction, unable to tell friend from foe, an unending machine of slaughter.
…
Yi Meng's consciousness recalled the lore of this creature and finally understood why, three years ago, he had desperately tried to forget this memory.
Even if it meant escaping, he never wanted to relive such a nightmare again!
Three years ago, Yi Meng had already entered this DC dream world for the first time—where he became the very first Doomsday born of Krypton.
The Ancient Doomsday!
As soon as he incarnated as the Ancient Doomsday in the dream, Yi Meng lost control and slaughtered tens of thousands of Kryptonians. In the end, he was sealed deep within Krypton itself, imprisoned as the embodiment of Doomsday for thousands of years.
Yes—his nightmare three years ago was losing himself as Doomsday on Krypton for millennia!
When Yi Meng woke, his subconscious selectively erased that memory to prevent his mind from collapsing.
Even so, his real-world personality had already been distorted and twisted by the Doomsday incarnation in his dreams. Without the salvation he later found through Dream Tifa…
As Yi Meng slowly recovered these memories, it felt like opening Pandora's Box. His heart grew heavier with dread.
He once thought that, after gaining the traits of artificial intelligence in the Marvel dream world, he could barely face this Doomsday incarnation head-on.
But upon reentering the DC dream, he found himself once again transformed into Doomsday.
His absolute rationality as an AI was instantly crushed by the will of destruction, leaving him in a berserk frenzy. He broke free of his prison within Krypton, rampaged through the planet, and annihilated an entire Kryptonian city.
He sank countless warships and toppled towers.
He even slaughtered Superman's biological parents with his own hands…
Yes.
Yi Meng had recognized the small pod with the sleeping Kryptonian infant inside—it was none other than this dream's destined future protagonist: Superman, the god among men on Earth, Clark Kent.
Yi Meng's consciousness fell silent.
Even though Krypton was destined for destruction that very day, he had still personally buried countless lives.
This time, though, Yi Meng would no longer run—from reality or from dreams.
"If one day I'm slain as Doomsday in this dream, then it will be nothing more than the price I deserve to pay."
His heart calmed as he examined his current state.
His awareness hovered in the blurred space between dream and reality. He had not yet fully become Doomsday, nor had he awakened back in reality.
Looking back, Yi Meng realized he could "see" both his Doomsday form in the dream and, faintly, his real body lying unconscious in the hospital bed.
The scorching heat, the hardened exoskeletal skin—all were Doomsday's traits manifesting in reality.
And in the dream, even though Doomsday should never feel fatigue, after satisfying a fraction of his destructive urges he had fallen into slumber. This only proved that the Ancient Doomsday was indeed Yi Meng's own consciousness made manifest.
"This incarnation of Doomsday is nothing like the Sword or the AI versions before…"
Yi Meng understood one truth clearly.
The bond between his Doomsday self and his real self was far deeper than any other dream incarnation.
It was no longer just Yi Meng invading the dream world—the dream Doomsday was invading and assimilating his real body!
Even if Yi Meng woke up now and left the DC dream, all of Doomsday's power and destructive will would bleed into reality, turning his true body into an uncontrollable monster.
He could not wake.
Escaping the dream wasn't an option either—that would only surrender all control of it.
"There's only one way. The only way…"
Yi Meng's consciousness wavered, then made its decision. He surged toward the spiked beast holding the Kryptonian pod.
Balanced between dream and reality, he rejoined with his Doomsday incarnation—his first time ever willingly embracing it.
…
DC Universe.
Earth. United States. Kansas. Smallville.
On the broad plains, a few scattered farmhouses stood among endless wheat fields.
It was late at night. The world lay in silence, cloaked in peaceful darkness.
Stars glittered faintly overhead—until suddenly, one shone brighter than all the rest.
Whoosh—
A white pod streaked across the night sky like a meteor, trailing fire as it pierced the atmosphere and plunged toward the farmland.
Boom!
The crash shattered the stillness. The pod tore through soil and field, leaving a ten-meter trench before skidding to a stop beside a farmhouse.
"What happened?!"
Inside the nearby farmhouse, Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent had just been preparing for bed when the thunderous impact jolted them awake.
"I'll check it out!"
Jonathan, in his thirties, leapt up, grabbed his hunting rifle and flashlight, and headed outside.
Martha, worried for her husband, followed.
They reached the field and saw the ground torn open, crops mangled.
"What is that?"
Jonathan's flashlight beam fell upon the crash site.
His pupils contracted. It was a craft unlike anything he'd ever seen. Through its transparent canopy, he could make out—was that a baby lying inside?
"Oh my God!" Martha gasped, starting forward.
Suddenly—
The ground trembled. The craft shook violently.
Before their horrified eyes, a towering, three-meter-tall pale-white monster covered in jagged bone spurs slowly crawled out from beneath the wreckage. Its eyes glowed with blazing gold-red light, seething with destruction.
One glance was like staring into an abyss of terror. It stripped away courage itself.
Even the animals sensed it. Dogs stopped barking, roosters fell silent, insects ceased their chorus. The plains drowned in dead quiet.
Before the couple could react—
The spiked monster turned its gaze back to the pod. Then, with impossible strength, it hefted the craft—two or three times its own size—into one clawed hand.
It crouched slightly, then launched skyward.
The air cracked. Sonic booms thundered. A gale flattened the wheat in waves.
And in the blink of an eye, the beast vanished into the night sky, leaving Jonathan and Martha Kent collapsed weakly to the ground, trembling.
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