Chinese Superman

[Record Excerpt B-03]

Time anchor: December 26, 2025

Content: The city's sirens blared all night, and now there's complete silence. Peeking through the cracks in the window, the streets are filled with swaying figures, and... the sounds of gnawing. Zombies! The things in the movies have really appeared! It seems Christmas isn't for foreigners after all!

This is a zombie apocalypse!

According to the file description, the "single dog" survived for seventy-six days, and finally chose what he considered the coolest way to die—

Open the door, light a cigarette, lure the zombies, and then "bang!"

"He's a real man."

Xia Xinghan felt a heavy weight in his heart and continued watching.

Page 3, The Mist-Swept Apocalypse!

A thick, grayish-white fog enveloped the city, from which came inhuman roars and chewing sounds. Huge shadows could be seen roaming about, and anyone who entered the fog could never emerge again.

Page 4, Tsunami Apocalypse!

A giant wave thousands of meters high swept across all continents, including the roof of the world and Mount Everest, turning the entire globe into a vast ocean.

Page 5, The Old Gods Resurrected!

An incomprehensible entity awakens from the stars or the earth's depths. Earth, like a fragile egg, is ultimately crushed by a giant hand covered in eerie patterns that spans the entire sky.

Page 6, Alien Invasion...

Page 7, Page 8...

Xia Xinghan flipped through the pages faster and faster, his eyes flashing like lightning as he scanned the lines of cold, despairing text.

Volcanic eruptions, geomagnetic reversals, bizarre plant ecosystems devouring everything, demons descending, curses running rampant... page after page, each describing a completely different apocalypse.

Without exception, the ending of every "record" is the collapse of civilization, the extinction of humanity, and even the destruction of the planet!

"How could this happen...?!"

Xia Xinghan's eyes widened in shock. He closed the file, a tidal wave of emotions surging within him.

Doomsday!

And it's not just one apocalypse!!

Mr. Qian had already sat back in his chair, his hands clasped together on the table, his knuckles slightly white.

"As you can see, these are all post-apocalyptic intelligence reports submitted by the reborn to the state in secret."

"A reborn person..."

Xia Xinghan raised his eyebrows.

In fact, he had heard about this news two or three years ago when he first came to the base, but it was never officially confirmed.

The Kaitian Class has never released any related information.

I can't believe it, it's actually true!

"Rebirth sounds like something out of a novel, a bit of a fantasy, doesn't it?"

"But the country hired top psychological experts, intelligence analysis teams, lie detectors, and even... used special relics that traced back memories, spending huge costs and time to cross-verify, analyze and compare them."

"The result...incredibly, most of them weren't lying; they really did experience certain 'futures'."

Xia Xinghan nodded silently, not too surprised.

After all, he was a genuine time traveler!

He even subconsciously had a thought: Could these reborn individuals have a system?

"But there's a loophole! If these reborn individuals are real, then the intelligence itself becomes the biggest mystery."

Xia Xinghan quickly calmed down, thought rapidly, and analyzed: "According to their descriptions, every kind of 'apocalypse' ultimately leads to the destruction of Earth and human civilization, which would be contradictory."

"unless……"

A sudden inspiration struck him, and a bold yet explanatory conjecture emerged.

"They don't come from the same 'future'! The Earth in their memories is a different parallel world?!"

Old Qian gave Xia Xinghan an approving look and nodded heavily: "That's right, this is also the conclusion I and the experts have drawn."

"Then, for some unknown reason, their consciousness or souls were collectively 'reborn' into our world."

"In the memories of these reborn individuals, their original Earth never experienced a 'spiritual revival.' There were no relics, no weapon wielders, and no widespread cultivation!"

Xia Xinghan raised his hand and stroked his chin: "So... for our world, the resurgence of spiritual energy is a form of apocalypse?!"

"Very likely."

Qian confirmed Xia Xinghan's conjecture, and then threw out another key piece of information: "In addition, another noteworthy commonality is that although the forms of the apocalypse are varied and bizarre, the timing of their outbreak is surprisingly concentrated—basically, they all occur in the period from the end of 2025 to the beginning of 2026 in their memories."

At this point, Mr. Qian's gaze became incredibly sharp.

"Given the fact that the second phase of the spiritual energy revival hasn't yet erupted, I deduce... the 'tipping point' for its true full-scale eruption is very likely to be at the end of this year!"

"boom"

It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in Xia Xinghan's mind.

End of the year?

His "birthday" is November 16th, which is a month away!

One month later, the world ends!

Countdown to destruction—

"So, Zha'er!"

Mr. Qian stood up, walked to Xia Xinghan, and placed his hands on Xia's shoulders again.

This time, the movements were slow and heavy, as if some kind of mission was being entrusted to him. "This trip out for training is not just about broadening my horizons and earning credits."

"Strive to become stronger, and then... survive!"

In fact, Qian Xuesen had a thousand words to say, such as hoping that Xia Xinghan would protect others and the people, but when it came to speaking, only three words remained.

Live!

A surge of intense power rose from the depths of Xia Xinghan's heart, and it seemed as if stars were being ignited deep within his azure eyes.

He thought of the vibrant purple and red blossoms blooming in Liu Mengyan's palm, of the little animals summoned by Su Xiao's whistling, and of Lin Tingwan's gentle and focused profile as she knitted a scarf for him under the lamplight...

Three years of shared experiences have made this place feel like home.

Xia Xinghan clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it, his voice calm yet carrying a resolute strength: "Grandpa, I will!"

"I will not only survive on my own, but I will also survive with you and with everyone else!!"

"I will use my own fists to shatter this so-called apocalypse!"

Upon hearing this, Old Qian burst into laughter: "Great! Hahaha... Zha'er has really grown up!"

After Xia Xinghan left, Mr. Qian stuffed the "Top Secret Files" into the shredder.

As he watched the shredder spew out white paper scraps, his eyes became deep and heavy.

In fact, Qian Lao had a terrible suspicion in his heart, which he did not tell Xia Xinghan.

……

Xia Xinghan didn't sleep well that night; he was thinking of a solution.

Fly to the sun?

Given my current physical condition and flight speed, even if I could withstand extreme and harsh environments such as cosmic rays, by the time I reach the sun, it will be too late.

Sunbathing outside the atmosphere?

Actually, there's not much difference.

Over the past three years, Xia Xinghan had long since discovered that the sun's enhancement of itself was a gentle and slow process that required accumulation and sedimentation, a qualitative change triggered by quantitative change. It could not make him soar to the sky and become invincible overnight.

He's more like Superman in the movies, with a similar growth period and his abilities gradually awakening.

Another way is to confront the government directly—I am Superman, so give me all the spirit stones in your reserves to help me cultivate the "True Explanation of Refining the Apertures of the Universe and Stars"?

It doesn't seem very reliable, and besides, we're far from being able to completely uncover everything.

He wouldn't reveal the exact color of his underwear based on a single intelligence deduction.

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. Instead of worrying unnecessarily and throwing ourselves into chaos, we should get a good night's sleep!"

Xia Xinghan stopped thinking nonsense, pulled the blanket over his head, and fell asleep instantly.

Being young means you get good sleep.