[ WP ] The villain finally win and kills the protagonist . People around the world celebrate .

The hero was dead and the world rejoiced. 
 
 It's not that people did n't like him, they really did. He was everything you'd want. Kind, humble, handsome, strong both physically and mentally, unyielding in defense of justice and the disenfranchised. Everything anyone would ever want to be. So no one could admit that they wanted him dead without seeming petty, envious, pathetic. 
 
 But really, humanity hated him. We hated him. Because he was better than every single one of us. He was smarter, stronger, quicker, and never failed - not once, not *ever*. He was not only an ideal to strive to, he was an impossible one. Next to him, every single person was weak. To empower a human, you can do it through money, political clout, physical training, hobbies, success... but no matter how exceptional you were, he would always be there - dwarfing whatever anyone else could do. 
 
 Lex Luthor was a sociopath, brilliant and machiavellian. No one saw through his plan, decades in the coming. All his failures, no matter how horrible they made him look, were just steps on a ladder, until he reached the Olympus and toppled the one living god among men. 
 
 How could humanity not be inspired? A man, albeit an exceptional one, through sheer determination had destroyed Superman. Suddenly, getting good grades in college mattered, because it had for Lex Luthor. Succeeding in business *could* give you real power. There was nothing humanity could not do. The impossible was possible again. Of course they celebrated. 
 
 We all did. 
 
 Because when humanity puts its mind to it, even gods may bleed. 
 
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 Clark Kent smiled at his editorial. The time for superheroes had ended. Humanity would be just fine on its own. Perhaps Lois would finally agree to that dinner. After all, what man does n't want to enjoy the small things in life?
