I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

"Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong..."

Half asleep and half awake, Zhang Hong heard a woman calling his name.

In the dim light, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

However, his body felt extremely heavy and his mind was confused, and he lay on the ground unable to get up.

The girl's face was hazy and unclear, but she looked vaguely familiar and kind.

Following his inner desire, Zhang Hong raised his right hand with difficulty, wanting to hold the hand extended by the other party.

The girl also stretched out her white palm, wanting to touch him.

However, just as their hands were about to touch, Zhang Hong woke up.

Suddenly I woke up from my dream.

I opened my eyes, got up from the ground, and found myself in a white room.

The room was empty, the floor and stone walls were as white as jade and spotless, and the air was warm and comfortable, as if the air conditioner was on.

On one side of the room is a silver wall - to be precise, a mirror-like glass wall that clearly reflects Zhang Hong's figure.

Zhang Hong stood there, looking at himself in the mirror.

She was wearing a plain white outfit that looked like pajamas and was barefoot.

He was thin and of average height, and turned back into the ordinary person he was at the beginning.

My skin color is still rosy and healthy, and I don’t feel any discomfort in my body, as if I have indeed turned back into an ordinary person.

Zhang Hong looked around.

The room was so clean that it didn't look like a human building. There was no door, but the door had windows that were tightly closed.

Strangely, Zhang Hong didn't feel suffocated. There was no light in the room, but it was as bright as day. He didn't know where the light came from.

Other than that, there is nothing to provide information.

He then walked to the suspicious glass wall, leaned on the glass and looked carefully, trying to observe the situation outside through the glass.

The glass was translucent, but it was pitch black outside and nothing could be seen.

[Is this the world after death? ]

An absurd idea came to Zhang Hong's mind.

But I felt that my guess was wrong. This place was too far from the imagined world after death.

At this moment, the outside of the glass wall became brighter, as if the lights were turned on, and the view instantly became wide and bright.

Then Zhang Hong saw clearly the situation in the world outside him and couldn't help but gasp.

There was a huge room outside, like a mixture of a huge laboratory and a library, with rows of bookshelves that could accommodate two people, extending from the ground to the ceiling. The height of the floor in the ceiling was as high as twenty or thirty bookshelves.

Under the bookshelf was a long desk, or lab table. In addition to various books, there were also many strange metal tools and colorful crystals, like an alchemist's desk.

But Zhang Hong's gaze passed over all these and was attracted by the figure of the man with his back to him in front of the table.

He was a young man wearing a white slim-fitting uniform, dressed like a future scientist.

He has short black hair, a well-proportioned body, and looks like an ordinary human.

Zhang Hong could vaguely see his profile. He seemed to be a handsome young man, about twenty years old, with a typical oriental face.

He was concentrating on swinging the crystal ball in his hand, as if conducting some kind of experiment, and was unaware of Zhang Hong's prying.

What shocked Zhang Hong was that everything outside was very huge - no, it should be said that he had shrunk. He could not remember it, but it was probably only the size of a hamster. The room he was in was clearly a box placed on the table.

【you're awake. 】

The gentle voice sounded calmly in my mind.

Zhang Hong retracted his previous thought. Well, how could the other party not notice his spying?

Listening to this familiar voice and looking at the familiar figure, Zhang Hong's heart was moved and he trembled with excitement, "You are... the creator of the system?!"

The young man put down what he was holding, stopped what he was doing, sat on the round stool, turned around and looked at Zhang Hong.

[It's me. You can call me Dr. Fu.]

"...Sure enough, none of those with the title of Doctor are simple."

Zhang Hong complained silently in his heart and couldn't help but think of the crazy old man who had caused him a lot of trouble.

Dr. Fu seemed to have heard Zhang Hong's thoughts and smiled slightly.

[I know you have many questions, ask them. After you finish asking, it’s time for you to log off.]

"Offline? What do you mean?"

[It literally means that your time is up and your journey in this world is over. ]

"..."

Zhang Hong was in a solemn mood and was silent for two seconds. "How is my world?"

[Not good. See for yourself.]

Dr. Fu took out a black glass ball the size of a fist and placed it in front of Zhang Hong's glass wall.

Through the glass wall, Zhang Hong could see stars flowing faintly inside the black glass ball. Then he became dazed and saw a dark and dilapidated universe with countless corpses floating around.

In the center of the crystal ball is a scarred blue planet, dotted with tiny flames.

It was the Earth of origin that he was familiar with.

In a quick glance, Zhang Hong even saw the humans on Earth who were frozen in still time, the artificial intelligence girl with whom he had a bond, and countless characters from the fantasy world who were involved in the war for the origin of the world.

They were all sealed and imprisoned by an invisible force, becoming a still image in the crystal ball.

Like an insect sealed in amber.

"Why did they become like this..."

[It's over. The real numbers of your world have been exhausted, and it has reached its predetermined end, so this is its final appearance, and time is frozen at the moment when everything ends.]

Zhang Hong was stunned.

"You mean... our world is also a [story]?"

【You can also understand it this way. 】

【Who is not a character in the "story"? 】

Zhang Hong felt an indescribable sadness. At this moment, he suddenly understood the obsession of Supreme Superman and his friends, and the pain of the people in the story who were helpless.

Zhang Hong's eyes were red as he looked at the young man in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "You created this world, right? You are the author! You can rewrite everything, right?"

"Please, save my world and give us another chance to survive!"

"I don't want anything, I just want to live an ordinary and quiet life!"

Only when you have had it do you realize how valuable it is.

After going through so much, Zhang Hong discovered that the peaceful and happy life of ordinary people, the mortal world without supernatural powers, was the happiest.

He would rather nothing had happened in his world and it remained as ordinary as it was at the beginning.

[…Zhang Hong, maybe you can’t understand what I’m saying.]

[For example, when you are busy working from 9 to 5 every day, a bacteria runs out from a speck of dust and asks you to save their world. ]

[After you save them, you find that every speck of dust is a world with countless lives. ]

[While you were eating and sleeping, countless dust worlds were born and destroyed.]

[It will continue to be this way until you realize it, with or without your intervention.]

[Can you understand, Zhang Hong? ]

[For me, the destruction of your world is part of the natural world, the rise and fall of an inconspicuous speck of dust in my work, and my only relationship with this speck of dust is that it is one of my countless objects of observation.]

[Other than that, there is nothing special.]

[Why would I go to so much trouble to carve out one of those specks of dust?]

[After all, I have already ignored countless dust...]

Zhang Hong's mood gradually fell to the bottom.

He probably already knew what the other party meant.

He, Zhang Hong - or the system, is just a point of entry for this big man to observe the world.

For a big boss who has witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds, this is just the final "disposal" of his own "observation experiment" as a routine matter.

It is just like the final step of making specimens that scientists take when studying insects in the wild.

Scientists don't care about the birth, aging, sickness and death of ants because that is part of their lives.

Dr. Fu would not care about the survival of Zhang Hong's world, because for him, this "observation experiment" was over.

Zhang Hong was filled with bitterness.

He said without giving up: "Doctor, since you are willing to spend your precious time talking to me, then compared to a [bacteria] like me, I must have some value to you, right?"

"Since I have worked for you... for the system for so long, I beg you, please help me..."

The man has gold at his knees.

Zhang Hong, who had never kneeled to anyone except his ancestors in his life, knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, prostrated himself, and pleaded with great humility.

[…You can go now.]

As if touched, Dr. Fu was silent for a moment and waved his hand.

"PhD!"

Zhang Hong only had time to shout out anxiously before his body turned into a stream of light and was sucked into the black glass ball that sealed the world of origin.

Dr. Fu picked up the glass ball, looked at it silently, stroking the smooth surface with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

……

"Zhang Hong, Zhang Hong."

"Wake up, it's time to get off the bus!"

While sleeping soundly, Zhang Hong felt someone pushing him. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the table in the high-speed train. A blonde woman was looking at him with concern.

"Ellie!"

Zhang Hong exclaimed, his heart filled with ecstasy, and excitedly hugged the blonde woman.

The blonde woman's pretty face turned red. Looking at the strange, meaningful and aunt-like smiling eyes of the people around her, she hurriedly tried to push Zhang Hong away, but found that the man was holding her tightly and could not be pushed away at all.

I even tightened it so hard that it hurt.

"Zhang Hong, you hurt me!"

The woman pinched the soft flesh on the man's waist with her nails.

In severe pain, Zhang Hong gasped, came to his senses, and released his hands.

Seeing that everyone around was watching and looking at them, his face subconsciously turned red and he sat up straight.

Then, the confused memories in my messy mind slowly came into order.

System... Origin world... War... Zhang Hong vaguely remembered that his world should have been destroyed and he died.

But how come he is resurrected now?

And his lover... Zhang Hong turned around and looked at the woman beside him carefully. Her skin was as white as snow, her features were delicate, she was heroic, charming, playful and pure, and her every frown and smile was full of charm.

That’s right, it was the artificial intelligence girl, Ellie, who had accompanied him all the way.

How could she...

"Ellie, where are we going?"

Zhang Hong asked calmly.

His mind was full of questions, but he didn't show them. Instead, he decided to calmly investigate the situation first.

"Darling, did you oversleep? We're about to arrive in Pengcheng, you can't embarrass yourself in front of your parents."

The girl with a foreign face spoke in fluent Chinese.

The sound is soft and very pleasant.

A memory flashed through Zhang Hong's mind.

Only then did he remember why he and Ellie were on the train.

It turned out that the two had been in love for many years and decided to get married. Zhang Hong specially brought Ai Li home to meet his parents and settle the marriage.

"Hiro, your girlfriend is so beautiful!"

"Third Aunt, you are wrong. She is not my girlfriend, but my fiancée!"

"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, I was wrong."

"Cousin, you are so awesome. You actually found such a beautiful girl to be your cousin's wife!"

"Ouch, Mom, why did you hit my head?"

"Mao Mei, is that what you call me? That's disrespectful. I call her Russa."

"I was wrong."

In the courtyard house of my hometown, the whole family was having a great time. When they heard that Zhang Hong had brought back a beautiful foreign wife, all the aunts and uncles, cousins ​​and relatives came to watch the fun.

Zhang Hong was surrounded by the crowd and felt like a swarm of bees buzzing in his ears, making him feel dazed.

That's not right. Aren't both my parents dead and I'm an orphan? How come I suddenly have so many relatives?

……

In the urban area of ​​Pengcheng, on the balcony of a commercial housing unit in a residential area, Zhang Hong quietly hugged his wife from behind, and the two of them were lingering and looking at the bustling night view of the city from the high floor.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?"

Sensing her husband's strange mood, Ellie asked softly.

She gently wrapped her arms around his strong arms.

"…It's nothing. It's all over."

Zhang Hong looked into the distance.

More than a month has passed since my rebirth, and the memories of the previous world in my mind have long been blurred.

It seemed as if it had been deliberately erased by some force.

Along with those strange experiences and magical knowledge…If Zhang Hong hadn’t written it down in his notes, he would have long forgotten that he had once been a savior and had experienced a thrilling adventure.

Now, all that has become a fantasy.

That's fine now.

That's fine.

Thank you, Dr. Fu.

Zhang Hong said silently in his heart.

……

Beyond the distant world, there is a space that exists in non-existence.

Dr. Fu held the glass ball in his hand, which had regained its bright light but shrunk to the size of a finger.

Inside the glass ball is a small solar system, and above the earth is Zhang Hong, who is happily spending the rest of his ordinary life with his loved one.

[Alas. I am still too soft-hearted. ]

[Zhang Hong, ah Zhang Hong, you are happy. I still have to work miserably.]

[I hope your performance is worthy of my hard work. ]

Dr. Fu placed the glass bead into the slot on the desk. As the slot lowered, the glass bead sank into the desk.

Then a book with a blue and black cover appeared on the desk, turning from fantasy into reality.

Dr. Fu picked up the book and opened the cover.

On the title page it was written:

【Superman: Savior】

[Real number: 332]

[Imaginary number: 1,314,401]

【Information points: 5,314.35】

(End of the book)