Marvel: Spider-Man? No, I'm Superman!

Who is Superman? A Hollywood star?

This guy clearly didn't read comics much during his childhood.

The scene instantly became incredibly noisy amidst the numerous questions and doubts from reporters.

Even some of the unsuspecting police officers maintaining order started whispering among themselves.

"Oh my god, everyone look, what is that?"

As a reporter pointed to the distant sky and exclaimed in surprise, everyone's eyes involuntarily followed the direction he was pointing.

Is it a bird? Or an airplane?

Some people couldn't help but speculate.

"Damn it, why did he show up at this time!"

George stared at the familiar figure in the sky, his face ashen.

Sa!

The next moment, a burly figure sped across the distant horizon.

Upon reaching above the crowd, it stopped instantly, seemingly unaffected by gravity or inertia.

It hovered in mid-air above everyone!

"My God, he's Superman!"

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Chapter 16: In the form of a god, he proclaims to the world!

"Mom and Dad, come out and see God... no, I mean, see Superman!"

In the living room, a boy who was only a few years old was watching the TV screen. The footage, which appeared to be shaky due to the photographer's trembling hands, was exciting. He excitedly shouted to his parents.

"This kid, has he gone crazy from reading too many comics? I've told you so many times, there are no Supermen or Ultraman in the world!"

Hearing the boy's exclamation, his father carried a plate of freshly washed apples into the living room, lecturing his simple-minded son as he did so.

"Also, who did you learn this habit of lying from? This is the second time, it's a serious problem!"

The boy's father plopped down on the sofa, lecturing his son about not lying, while taking a bite of the apple he had just washed.

"Hmm? Which company made this new Superman movie? The special effects are pretty good, but the picture is too blurry, you can't even see the actors' faces."

"And look how shaky this footage is! Is the cinematographer a Parkinson's patient?"

He then watched the somewhat blurry picture on TV with great interest and offered his comments.

"Dad, it's true."

The boy stood by his point of view; he had never lied or cheated, not even last time!

"This child really needs to be disciplined by his mother."

"Quick, switch the channel back, I want to keep watching the press conference... Huh? Holy crap, this is actually the press conference venue?"

The father, who was suddenly shocked to see that the TV channel had not been changed, was instantly stunned by what he saw on the television.

Because that was footage from the press conference!

……

At that moment, the press conference, which was attended by hundreds of people, fell completely silent as that figure appeared.

Everyone looked up at the sky, staring at that awe-inspiring figure, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Even before this moment occurred, some people questioned whether Superman could possibly exist in reality.

But at this moment, a figure stood before them, like a god, suspended in mid-air.

Its eyes, flashing red light, looked down at everything below, as if looking down at a group of ants.

It was filled with majesty and an aura of fear.

At that moment, almost no one dared to voice any doubt.

"Are you... really... Superman? Or just a liar who fools the world?"

However, there are always "brave" people, especially since the group present is a group of reporters.

When a reporter slowly opened his mouth, his tone full of doubt, and asked the figure in the sky if he was really Superman.

"What a reckless idiot! Does he really think reality is as wonderful as in comic books?"

"If I had Superman's abilities, I would have used them to conquer the world long ago."

The next moment, almost instinctively, all the reporters around him moved several meters away from him, fearing that when this foolish guy suffered retribution, they would be implicated.

Sure enough, as he spoke with some doubt, the figure in the sky slowly turned its gaze in his direction.

And the red light in his eyes, which were already radiating a captivating red glow, suddenly intensified at this moment!

laugh!

In an instant, the intense heat of the gaze pierced the void, leaving a checkmark mark beneath the feet of the reporter who had raised the question.

If the trajectory of the thermal imaging had deviated even slightly, his legs might have already been amputated.

After responding to the doubts with action, the terrifying figure instantly soared into the sky, accelerating without reservation and breaking the sound barrier.

boom!

With a deafening roar like thunder, the eardrums of everyone present were nearly shattered.

buzzing...

The tinnitus in my ears lasted for almost a minute before it subsided.

At that moment, as those around looked at the brave man who dared to voice his doubts...

But they found him already sitting on the ground in utter terror, and between his legs, a wet liquid soaked the ground.

As it turns out, he wasn't brave, he was just naive!

……

High in the distant sky.

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully completed the mission.]

Declare your existence to the world in the manner of a deity.

Reward: 500 points; your efficiency in absorbing sunlight will increase fivefold for the next month.

It wasn't that Peter liked to flaunt his abilities; it was just that the system had given him far too much.

So much so that he hadn't even finished breakfast when he told Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei and went back to his room.

Then he flew to the press conference venue without stopping and completed the time-limited task that the system suddenly released.

After all, the 500 points reward for completing the task were five times more than the points he had previously earned for completing tasks.

What's more, there's that buff that lasts for a whole month.

Although this buff is only half as effective as before, it lasts longer after all.

With this buff that accelerates the absorption of sunlight, Peter even felt that he could awaken all his unawakened abilities within a month.

At that time, he will truly become a god among men without any weaknesses.

Just as Peter was fantasizing about the immense power he would have after fully awakening all his superhuman abilities,

The system's voice sounded again.

As a Superman/Homelander, in addition to possessing great abilities, it's also necessary to have equipment and facilities that can make you more confident.

The following main life storyline missions are now being released.

As a superhero, how can you not have your own cool and unique battle suit?

Requirements: Create your own unique battle suit. There are no restrictions on materials, style, production method, or participants.

Rewards: Rewards will be given based on how cool the battle suit is. (Note: A new main quest will only refresh after this task is completed.)

"A new mission? And a main mission at that? It looks like there are other main missions after this one is completed."

"Create your own battle suit? Isn't that practically a free reward?"

After all, this mission has no restrictions. Even if Peter uses the clothes he hastily found as his battle suit, he can complete the mission instantly.

However, the reward for completing the task in this way is unlikely to be very generous.

"However, it's time to build a suit of my own. After all, I can't just borrow a suit every time I go out as Superman."

"If others knew that I, a dignified god among men, was just borrowing other people's clothes, how embarrassing would that be for me?"

Upon receiving the latest task issued by the system, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

The system's mission was timely, and he had long had the idea of ​​making his own battle suit.

I only gained the ability to fly yesterday, so I haven't had a chance to put it into practice yet.

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Chapter 17 Only Three-Year-Olds Read Comics (Please Add to Favorites)

At noon, the blazing sun high in the sky scorched the earth like a fireball.

In a newsstand located on a street in Brooklyn, New York City.

A somewhat overweight young white man appeared to have just returned from lunch.

After closing the door, I placed a stack of the latest newspapers from the Daily Bugle, which I had just received not long ago, in the most conspicuous spot in the newsstand.

"Although it was delivered late, it's because they sell so well."

Even such a simple task left him drenched in sweat.

He casually wiped his face with his arm.

The young man couldn't wait and threw himself heavily onto the chair.