Superheroes come to the world, and the social balance tilts strangely.
From that day on, the miserable people fell into the abyss, and the poor people no longer had a chance to turn over, and the evil was no longer hidden and became rampant... The values supported by modern civilization collapsed under the bright appearance, but it was more than that.
Since the birth of the first superhero, all social resources have been put on the line, and the owners of the resources have glimpsed a path. It may be an unfinished crazy plan, or it may be a future that is already destined...
He stood on a high platform piled with the bones of ordinary people, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, regarding human life as nothing more than ants and grass.
He stands on the shoulders of the tyrannical forces of superheroes, looks down upon all living beings, and regards heroes as puppets in his hands.
A young man stood in the river of blood at his feet. He clenched his fists and looked at the group of superheroes with a sneer.
Although he was alone, his aura was as bright as the stars. He stretched out his blood-stained finger and pointed directly at the heroes with one hand:
"You... Are worthy of the word hero?"
