The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Upon a ruined landscape, a colossal figure stood upright, approximately ten meters tall, with a body length reaching about twenty meters including its tail, towering over several 'miniature' serpent creatures not far away.

Of course, 'miniature' was relative to him, as the serpent creatures were each around three to four meters in size, already quite large, but still far from sufficient for Yang Le at this moment.

Having lost his hearing, Yang Le had conjured several eyes for himself, including eight on his head. It was undeniable that the eight massive, crimson eyeballs were incredibly intimidating, causing even the leaders of the Poisonous Snake Gang to feel fear.

Unlike the uneasy leaders, their chief, the King Cobra, remained calm, as if the being before him was not a behemoth but a yapping Chihuahua.

"Truly audacious," the King Cobra said, striking the ground with his serpent staff. Inexplicably, the leaders' hearts calmed after the strike, and fear vanished from their minds without a trace.

"Attacker, I admit you possess extraordinary qualities. Your immense power has become the basis of your pride, but if you think that's enough to challenge the Serpent God, you're sorely mistaken."

As the King Cobra spoke, the seven-headed serpent staff in his hand glowed with an eerie light. Staring directly at the light, Yang Le, through his Martian's enhanced senses, detected something different.

Something cold, malicious, and difficult to describe in words rushed through Yang Le's body to his brain. Fortunately, the Martian's unique emotional processing abilities prevented Yang Le from losing composure.

It was the gaze of a high-level predator. In its eyes, even Yang Le, transformed into a Martian hunter, was merely prey. Perhaps because it had never seen a creature like Yang Le, it lingered its gaze for a few seconds longer.

That thing could not come to the real world, but through the seven-headed serpent staff, Yang Le truly felt its gaze. Although this power was far less than OBA's, it was enough to make the Martian tremble.

Yang Le estimated that the entity's power should be far greater than a dimensional demon, but far less than the true gods of the Marvel Universe. Through the representative seven heads and immense power, he guessed the entity's identity.

"Old God Set," Yang Le slowly uttered the name, greatly surprising the King Cobra before him.

"You can actually speak the true name of the great god?" The King Cobra looked at Yang Le in astonishment. "It seems you are not one of those ignorant fools, but to dare resist after understanding the power of the great god, what should I call you?

"A hero? Or a fool? In my opinion, you are the latter," the King Cobra sneered. "Drown in your ridiculous thoughts. No one can stand against the great Serpent God Set!"

Well, to be honest, there are quite a few characters who can beat Set.

Looking at the King Cobra's fanaticism, Yang Le couldn't bear to shatter the illusion of this devout believer, but in reality, he could count more than ten people in the universe who could steadily defeat Set with both hands.

Ignoring the four abstract entities, even the often-underestimated Galactus could contend with Set, and Captain Universe could be on par. That's more than one hand.

Oh, he's a Martian now, so one hand is enough to count them all.

Although Yang Le could list a bunch of people stronger than Set, it doesn't mean this Old God is weak. At least, no normal hero can beat Set.

Like those powerful beings, Set cannot enter the real universe through normal means. He was banished long ago in ancient times.

As one of the oldest gods, Set has many titles, but the one that highlights his sin is this: the oldest murderer. His desire for power led him to seize the divinity of another god.

This incident became the trigger, leading to a bloody storm. Many Old Gods imitated Set's behavior, wielding blades against their own kind for power.

Although Atum eventually resolved the matter, Set's impact was enormous, and as a result, he could no longer affect the real universe through normal means.

But the greedy Set would not stop his desires. On the contrary, he constantly peered at these delicious delicacies with his body that could wrap around several multiverses, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

As mentioned earlier, Set cannot directly interfere with the real universe through conventional means, but his restrictions are not as great as OBA's. Instead, he can control others by possessing trinkets imbued with his power, thereby achieving his goals.

These items are usually tools carved in the shape of a seven-headed serpent, such as the two serpent crowns, which are not only the most powerful black magic artifacts but also the embodiment of Set's consciousness. Once worn, one may be influenced by Set's consciousness and eventually fall into becoming a demon.

Obviously, the seven-headed serpent staff before him is also one of Set's remnants. It's just not known whether the King Cobra is controlled by him, or if his nature is just like that.

"It seems you want to bring Set back to the world," Yang Le said to himself, ignoring the King Cobra's words because he couldn't hear.

"You should know that if Set descends, not only Earth but even the universe will be plunged into danger. It will be a catastrophe."

"That's exactly what I want!" The King Cobra's eyes revealed fanaticism. "To offer the entire world to the great Serpent God Set, that is the Poisonous Snake Gang's long-cherished wish!"

'Perhaps I should learn lip reading,' Yang Le thought to himself. He just realized that the Omnitrix doesn't translate lip reading. He wondered if adding an eye to the little device would solve the problem.

Although he couldn't hear what the King Cobra was saying, Yang Le knew from his crazy expression that he was definitely up to no good, so there was nothing to talk about.

With things as they are, he should break that serpent staff first.

"It seems someone wants to be a hero," the King Cobra saw through Yang Le's thoughts, but he didn't seem afraid. It seemed that serpent staff indeed gave him a lot of confidence.

"Black Mamba, this fool before you is the perfect first opponent for you to gain new power. Defeat him and let the Serpent God see your worth."

"Yes," a cold girl's voice responded. She walked towards Yang Le with a seductive gait. Only then did Yang Le notice that a snake-like hair clip was hanging on the girl's beautiful hair.

The emerald green hair clip was very delicate, lying on Black Mamba's head like a real poisonous snake, spitting a scarlet tongue and locking onto Yang Le with venomous eyes.