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

"This kid, has he become stupid from reading too many comics? I've told you so many times that there is no Superman or Ultraman in the world!"

Hearing the boy's exclamation, his father walked into the living room with a plate of freshly washed apples and lectured his silly son.

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

The boy's father sat down on the sofa, teaching his son not to lie while taking a bite of the apple he had just washed.

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

"And the picture is so shaky, the photographer who shot the movie might be a Parkinson's patient."

Then he looked at the somewhat blurry images on TV with interest and made his comments.

"Dad, this is true."

The boy stuck to his point of view and said that he had never lied to anyone, not even last time!

"This child, you really should let your mother discipline him."

"Quick, change the channel back. I want to continue watching the press conference... Huh? Holy shit, this is actually the press conference?"

The father suddenly noticed that the TV channel had not been changed and was instantly shocked by the scene on TV.

Because that was the live scene of the press conference!

……

At this moment, the press conference with hundreds of people suddenly became silent with the appearance of that figure.

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the sky, looking at the shocking figure, their eyes full of disbelief.

Although before this moment happened, some people still questioned that Superman could not exist in reality.

But at this moment, a figure appeared in front of them, standing in the air like a god.

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

Full of majesty and a terrifying atmosphere.

At this moment, almost no one dared to raise any doubts.

"Are you...really...a superman? Or a liar who deceives the world?"

However, there are still "brave" people after all, not to mention that there are a group of reporters present.

When a reporter slowly spoke, his tone full of doubt, asking the figure in the sky whether he was really Superman.

"What a fool who doesn't care about his life. Does he really think that reality will be as beautiful as in the comics?"

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

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

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

Furthermore, the red light in his eyes, which were originally emitting a captivating red glow, suddenly intensified at this moment!

laugh!

In an instant, a scorching line of sight cut through the void, leaving a "√"-shaped mark under the feet of the reporter who raised the question.

If the trajectory of the thermal vision had deviated even a little bit, his legs might have been amputated.

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

boom!

With a loud bang like thunder, the eardrums of everyone present were almost shattered.

buzzing...

The tinnitus in my ears took nearly a minute to subside.

And at this moment, when the people around looked at the warrior who dared to question.

But I found that he had already sat on the ground in great fear, and between his legs, a wet liquid soaked the ground.

It turns out that he is not brave, but just naive!

……

Above the distant sky.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the mission.]

Announce your existence to the world as a god.

Reward: 500 points, and the efficiency of absorbing sunlight will increase fivefold in the next month. 】

It’s not that Peter likes to show off his abilities in a high-profile manner, it’s just that the system has given him too much.

So much so that he didn't even finish his breakfast before he just said goodbye to Uncle Ben and Aunt May and went back to his room.

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

After all, the 500 points rewarded for completing the task alone were five times the points he had received as a reward for completing previous tasks.

What’s more, there is a buff at the end that lasts for a whole month.

Although the effect of this buff is only half of the previous one, it does last longer.

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

By then, he will truly become a god on earth without any weaknesses.

Just as Peter was fantasizing about how powerful he would be after fully awakening all his superhuman powers.

The system's voice sounded again.

[As a Superman/Homelander, while you have powerful abilities, you also need to have equipment and facilities that can make you more confident. 】

[The following main life series tasks are now released.]

As a superman, how can he not have his own cool battle suit?

Requirements: Make your own exclusive battle suit, with no restrictions on materials, styles, production methods, or participants.

Rewards: Depending on how cool the suit is, you will be rewarded accordingly. (Note: A new main mission will be refreshed only after this mission is completed.)]

"A new mission? And it's a main mission? It looks like there will be other main missions after completing it."

"Making your own battle suit? Isn't this almost like a free reward?"

After all, this mission had no restrictions. Even if Peter used the clothes he found in a hurry as a ready-made battle suit, he could complete the mission instantly.

However, I guess the reward for completing the task in this way will definitely not be very generous.

"But it's time to build a suit of my own. After all, I can't just pick up a set of clothes every time I go out as Superman."

"If others knew that I, a god on earth, was wearing other people's clothes everywhere, I would be so embarrassed."

After receiving the latest task issued by the system, Peter couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The task issued by the system was very timely, and he had long had the idea of ​​making his own battle suit.

It's just that I gained the ability to fly yesterday, and now I haven't had time to put it into practice.

……

Chapter 17 Only three-year-olds read comics (Please collect)

It was noon, and the scorching sun hanging high in the sky was burning the earth like a fireball.

Located in a newsstand on Brooklyn Street in New York City.

A white guy who was a little too plump seemed to have just returned from lunch.

After closing the door, he placed a stack of newly printed newspapers from the Daily Bugle, which he had just received, in the most conspicuous position in the newsstand.

"Although it was delivered late, it's still selling well."

It was just such a simple job, but it still made him sweat profusely.

He casually wiped his face with his arm.

The young man couldn't wait to throw the pile of his own stuff heavily on the chair.

As if he suddenly thought of something, the young man turned sideways with difficulty and slowly took out a box of cheap cigarettes from the side pocket of his shorts.

puff.

Without caring that his actions might get him burned to death, he lit the cigarette.

"Huh... feel good!"

With his eyes half closed, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring. This moment seemed to be his happiest moment.

"Young man, please help me get a newspaper, thank you."

An old man with gray hair and a hunched back came to the newsstand at some point.

"Here, they are all there. Take your pick. They are five cents each. Remember to pay."

He raised his hand with half-closed eyes and pointed to where the newspaper was placed, and blew out another smoke ring from his mouth, filling the entire newsstand with cheap second-hand smoke.

The old man straightened up with difficulty, reached out and took out a copy of the Daily Bugle, and took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and slowly placed it on the table.

"Young people nowadays..." With a sigh, the old man sat on a chair by the roadside and slowly read the newspaper in his hand.

"Superman is in New York? Haha, this world is really interesting..."

As he read the newspaper in his hand, the old man had an intriguing smile on his face.

Sa!

A breeze blew through the hot air, making people feel extremely refreshed.

"Give me a newspaper, please."

"Now, there, help yourself, and remember to pay your five cents when you are done."

It’s the same process.

However, the young man, who was half-closing his eyes and enjoying the nicotine in the cigarette, suddenly felt a cold breath blowing across his face.

Even at the scorching hot noon, ice instantly formed on his unshaved stubble.

The biting cold made him shiver and he opened his eyes hurriedly.

The next moment, the cigarette that had been frozen out of his mouth fell to the ground.

He jumped up instantly like Tom whose butt was burned, and his flesh trembled.

"Hey, hello Mr. Superman, here is the newspaper you asked for."

"Mr. Superman, you don't have to pay. Just consider it a gift from me."

"Young man, remember to strive for perfection in everything you do!"

The old man on the roadside had stood up at some point, leaving behind only these words and a hunched back.

Swish!

Looking at the figure that disappeared into the sky in an instant with envy, the young man wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his head.

Then he looked at the five-cent coin deeply embedded in the stainless steel tabletop in silence.

……

"The greatest superhero in human history, Superman, has appeared in New York City. This is a blessing for New York and for all mankind!"

Obadiah Stane's office in the Stark Industries building.

"The editor of the Daily Bugle is getting better and better at coming up with eye-catching headlines."

He casually threw the Daily Bugle, whose headline he had just read, on the desk.

Obadiah Stan came to his desk.

Then he opened a strictly encrypted file on his personal computer.

"Jericho Missile. Hum, Tony Stark, you are truly a genius who can rival your father."

"It's a pity that you are just as pedantic as your father and don't know how to adapt."

He casually sent this document representing Stark Industries' top secrets (only a weapon introduction) and a letter that had been prepared long ago to an unknown IP address.