Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

"Trick or treat? It's not Halloween yet."

Suren took out her smartphone and looked at it, then looked at the few little heads huddled together.

If he remembered correctly, it wasn't Halloween yet, otherwise the streets wouldn't be so deserted.

"Yes, sir, but... but we're a little hungry and would like to ask for these candies in advance."

The little boy in the lead looked up and said, as if to confirm his words, his stomach also rumbled at the most inopportune moment.

This naturally drew laughter from the children, but the laughter quickly subsided.

They lowered their heads again, looking at the ground, as if that would spare them from the somewhat awkward situation.

"How long has it been since you guys last ate?"

Suren was startled, and her tone involuntarily softened.

These children weren't like the overnourished, chubby, or even obese children he remembered from American movies.

On the contrary, the oldest of these children looked no more than ten years old, and the youngest was probably only five or six. They huddled together like a flock of fledglings with their wings wet from the rain.

Two of the children were deathly pale, their little faces turning almost blue.

They weren't dressed up or made up in any fancy way. If you had to say anything, the only thing that stood out was that the little boy in the lead was wearing a hat made of folded newspaper.

Although it's called a hat, after being soaked by the rain, you can barely make out its general shape.

These kids are wandering the streets late at night instead of sleeping, just to... ask for some candy in advance?

Su Lun worked overtime after get off work, and then did some more research on her own before taking the subway home. It was long past lunchtime.

"Okay, hello, how much stock do you have left? Could you please give me the rest at a discount?"

As Suren spoke to the fried chicken shop clerk, he pulled out the little cash he had in his wallet.

This was a survival philosophy he remembered—buying up food at a fried chicken shop that was about to close down with cash, so that he could get far more food than he could have bought for the price he paid.

He noticed it from the beginning, after all, they were just children, at an age where they couldn't keep secrets.

Although they wanted candy, their eyes were glued to the fried chicken and fries that had just been fried and were displayed in the cupboard.

It's understandable that they were hungry; Suren was also starving, and it was the aroma of fried food that made him stop and buy dinner.

"Sorry friends, we're out of candy, but how about I treat you to some fried chicken?"

Suren smiled and addressed the children.

"yeah!"

The children's cheers almost lifted the eaves of the house where Suren was sheltering from the rain, and their loud laughter overflowed from their mouths.

Although it was a bit noisy, the corners of Suren's mouth couldn't help but turn up.

It was in moments like these that he truly felt he wasn't living in a static cartoon, but in a real, vibrant world.

The idea of ​​packing the food to take home was abandoned. Suren simply took the children into the store and found a long table to sit down.

Steaming hot fried chicken and fries are laid out on parchment paper, their golden-brown crusts gleaming enticingly under the light.

The children were a little reserved at first, but at Suren's prompting, they quickly reached out, grabbed the food, and began to eat heartily.

"If the weather weren't so bad on Halloween, I think I would have done a proper costume."

The boy in the lead had a bright look in his eyes. Ever since he took his first bite of fried chicken, he hadn't swallowed a drop, as if he were eating the most delicious thing in the world.

"I think... if I'm lucky enough, I can get my hands on a shirt with the Superman logo, and all I need is a red cape!"

"Sounds pretty good." Suren gave a thumbs up and stuffed a few fries into his mouth.

He was really hungry, so he didn't care about table manners anymore.

"But I also want to be Superman..." a younger child muttered softly, holding half a piece of fried chicken in his hand, his eyes filled with envy.

"It's okay, you two can dress up as Superman, I don't think he'll mind, right?"

Suren also stepped in to smooth things over, speaking in a gentle tone.

"It would be so great if Superman could give us candy too..."

I don't know which child said that out of the blue.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

"Superman must have more important things to do."

The little boy who had been silent all along also joined the conversation at the right time.

"For example, right now, a big bad guy is researching an evil monster to use and rule the whole world!"

"Or there might be a bomb, the fuse just lit, and when it burns out, it will 'bang' and blow everyone away!"

Once the topic turns to superheroes, the children immediately perk up and start arguing about the old-fashioned question of who is stronger.

But one thing is certain—Superman is definitely the strongest!

Suren swallowed the last bite of food, then licked his fingers clean, finally wiping them dry with satisfaction.

"Then I'll be going now. Enjoy your food, kids."

Goodbye, big brother!

The children hurriedly swallowed the food in their mouths and waved vigorously at him.

Suren smiled and waved in response, then pushed open the door and stepped into the rain.

However, once he turned around, his face turned completely cold.

What happened?

Isn't the Metropolis a "city of tomorrow"?

To take a recent example, Lextar Group, where Suren herself works, donates a huge sum of money to its charitable foundation every year. The financial statements are impressive, and the promises in the press releases are resounding.

Moreover, the United States is a major food producer!

But why are there still hungry children wandering the streets late at night in the corners of the city, just to fill their stomachs?

Through the "Emotional Furnace," Suren could clearly feel the children's moods improve from bad to good.

But why didn't Superman appear?

Suren couldn't help but recall the look she had exchanged with Clark Kent.

Perhaps on the other side of the city, there are indeed more critical events awaiting his attention.

Perhaps on the watchtower, the members of the Justice League are having a meeting, as a crisis is about to arrive from outer space, and they need to decide on a plan beforehand.

Or perhaps...

He looked up at the deep night sky, and in the distance, in the brightly lit city center, the Lex Building's sign was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

Perhaps Superman is dealing with a more significant crisis. Perhaps the charitable foundation's funds are flowing to where they are needed through some slow process. Perhaps these children will have a full meal tomorrow.

But the word "maybe" seems so pale in the damp, chilly air tonight.

Suren shook his head; he had had enough time to think today.

At that moment, all he wanted was to get a good night's sleep and stop thinking about these difficult problems.

Squeak.

The old wooden door opened, and Suren returned to her little nest, immediately pouncing on the bed like a hungry tiger.

As her consciousness blurred and she was about to drift off to sleep, Suren suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book in her previous life.

There is only one kind of heroism in the world—that is, to choose to love life even after seeing its true nature.