Alien invasion? Luckily, I'm Superman.

Su Mo returned from the direction of the sun, hovering in Earth's orbit, his gaze sweeping over the distant alien fleet.

Those warships are conducting orbital bombardment, targeting the remaining human resistance.

Beams of energy poured down from the frigate, exploding into orange-red sparks on the ground. Each spark represented the collapse of a building and the death of a group of people.

Su Mo's gaze sharpened.

His body was covered by a makeshift suit of armor, which reflected a faint light in the vacuum. Beneath the armor, his muscles twitched slightly, each fiber releasing pent-up power.

next moment.

Su Mo transformed into a streak of light.

He was so fast that he left a black trail in the vacuum; his body was like a bullet, but a thousand times faster.

He passed through a frigate suspended in Earth's orbit. From bow to stern, he traversed it in a straight line.

The black trail trailed out from behind his body, drawing a straight, hair-thin line in the vacuum, entering from one side of the frigate and sliding out from the other.

Then, the frigate split in two like an egg that had been cracked open.

The cuts were jagged and irregular, exposing the ship's internal structure to the vacuum. Cables, pipes, compartments, and even the alien soldiers who didn't have time to react—everything was neatly split in two.

The core energy device triggered a chain reaction the moment it was exposed.

Then came the explosion.

Orange-red flames erupted from the broken hull, blooming silently in the vacuum. The shockwave hurled shattered armor plates in all directions, fragments swirling and scattering in space.

The soldiers on board, and the aliens in power armor who hadn't had time to eject, were engulfed in flames in the explosion, leaving not even ashes behind.

Su Mo did not linger.

His body traced an arc in the vacuum, like lightning piercing the night sky, instantly appearing beside another escort ship. He threw a punch, making a light touch.

The moment the fist made contact with the ship's hull, kinetic energy was transferred. The armor caved inward, and cracks spread outward from the point of impact, like a spider web spreading across the metal surface.

The entire ship underwent structural collapse within fractions of a second: metal fatigue, weld tearing, compartment depressurization, and then an explosion.

Su Mo continued to move about. One ship, two ships, three ships…

He repeatedly traversed a region of space, with each movement leaving a frigate disintegrating behind him. The fragments drifted in the vacuum, some still carrying lingering flames, others cooled into twisted chunks of metal.

This space has become more "beautiful"—to humankind.

The fragments shimmered with tiny sparkles in the sunlight, like a shattered kaleidoscope. The edges of the metallic debris reflected the sun's rays, tracing brief, silvery-white streaks against the dark backdrop of the universe.

The flames of the explosion silently bloomed, extinguished, and bloomed again in the vacuum, like a silent fireworks display.

But for the alien soldiers, this "beautiful" space meant profound fear.

They floated among the wreckage, some still alive, their life support systems barely functioning in the vacuum.

Through their shattered masks, they saw the black figure, the Earthling in black armor, weaving through their fleet, taking a warship with each move.

"Fire! Open fire at all levels!"

On the flagship's bridge, the commander's voice echoed throughout the fleet via the communication channel. His gray fingers gripped the armrests of the command chair tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his vertical pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The remaining frigates and battleships began to tilt their firepower.

Particle beams, lasers, cannonballs, missiles.

All the weapons were simultaneously aimed at Su Mo's position, and a death curtain made of energy and metal appeared in space, enveloping Su Mo in an overwhelming manner.

But Su Mo is no longer the weak Su Mo she once was.

Having gained the approval of superhuman consciousness and the power of parallel universes, his strength has surpassed everyone's imagination. Those weapons that once could leave scars on him now appear to him as...

too slow.

He slightly turned to the side, a beam of particles grazing past his ear. He raised his hand, blocking a laser beam with his palm; his steel body deflected the energy, the laser refracting to the side and striking a frigate that was firing.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a burst of icy breath. A dozen missiles flying towards him were frozen into ice blocks the moment they came into contact with the cold air, and after losing power, they tumbled in space.

He didn't even need to deliberately avoid it.

Most attacks cannot penetrate the simple armor covered by the bio-force field. Superman really requires a lot of skill to play.

Su Mo hovered in the center of the fire network, his eyes beginning to glow.

Intense energy gathered in his eye sockets, and the surrounding vacuum was visibly distorted due to the high concentration of energy.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the transport fleet that was entering the atmosphere.

Heat rays shot out from his eyes.

Two beams of reddish-gold light streaked across space, like two wielded lightsabers. They swept over the first ship of the transport fleet.

The ship's hull began to vaporize the instant it came into contact with the heat rays. The porcelain armor was sliced ​​open like wax, the edges of the cut emitting white-hot sparks.

The heat rays continued to penetrate deeper, cutting through the compartments, power lines, and engine bay.

Then it cut open the second, third, and fourth ships.

One transport ship after another was sliced ​​to pieces by the heat rays. The alien soldiers inside the ships didn't even have time to scream.

The intense heat of the thermal rays not only cut through the ship's hull but also vaporized everything around it. Debris scattered in space, some still retaining some shape, but most had turned into unrecognizable metallic slag.

The commander slammed his fist heavily on the control panel.

"hateful!"

His voice echoed in the bridge, filled with barely suppressed anger and fear.

"What on earth is this thing?!"

He stared at the golden figure on the main screen, watching his fleet being destroyed one ship after another before his eyes, and finally couldn't help but roar out loud.

His vertical pupils reflected not only the image of the enemy, but also a monster he could not comprehend.

A native from a lowly civilization, a creature who was being chased and beaten by his escort ships just hours ago, is now destroying his entire fleet.

He began to regret not killing Su Mo while he was unconscious. At that time, he was floating in space, covered in wounds, and completely unable to resist. A few shells would have been enough to end it all.

But who could have imagined that the natives of a planet that hadn't even achieved space colonization could possess such formidable fighting power? Even after being trapped in the sun, they could return unharmed, and even become stronger after recovering?

What if we had brought an engineering vessel with us back then?

The commander couldn't help but start imagining those "what ifs." Each "what if" was like a needle pricking his heart, which was already filled with fear and anger.

No.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His gray chest heaved violently beneath his uniform before slowly calming down.

Now is not the time for daydreaming.