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"No, he's just flying around the planet..."

The other man's expression changed. He was not young, with gray hair on his temples. When he saw the red halo in the sky, somehow, old memories gradually emerged in his mind.

"This is not just flying around the planet..."

The others also looked on thoughtfully, their voices becoming increasingly gloomy.

Finally, someone pointed to the sky excitedly and said.

"He, Superman, wants to reverse time!"

The crowd began to stir, and people all over the world noticed his actions. More and more people began to silently wait for the world to change.

Wuming's speed in the universe has reached its limit, but he still has not been able to break through from the space realm to the time realm. Even though his speed is now close to the speed of light, the more he accelerates, the more he can feel a solid barrier hindering him, preventing him from stepping into the long river of time!

How to do how to do?

Wuming thought in his mind that this thing of rewriting the past by rotating around a planet was a plot from an old movie decades ago. If Nodai hadn't reminded him, he might not have been able to discover it. But, why could Reeve do it, but I was stuck at this speed barrier?

Do I have to find Louise to die again?

As his thoughts continued to surge, Wuming felt more and more powerless.

How could a Superman who is powerful enough to overturn stars and blow up the world with one punch become so useless?

With an unstable mentality, the speed became even slower. To the humans on the planet, it seemed that the halo was getting bigger and bigger, and there was another round of cheers.

But they didn't know that if this ring even slightly brushed the edge of the planet, it would split the planet in two, and the cut would be bright and smooth like a mirror.

Think about it, think about it carefully...

Wuming muttered to himself that he did things based on his feelings. If he couldn't control his feelings, then there was only one way left!

He closed his eyes, listened to the voice in his heart, felt people's expectations, and let these feelings of hope, love, and longing control himself!

【call out......】

In line with my own will and soul, a certain feeling came to my heart, and I knew I could do it!

People on the surface only saw the halo getting fainter and fainter, and then when it reached a certain limit, there was a buzzing sound and the red color dissipated!

At the same time, Wuming broke through some kind of barrier and turned into light!

On the surface, people were stunned and stared blankly at the sky, searching for Superman's figure, but found nothing.

A certain young boy looked at the adults looking at the sky, then carefully slipped to a corner, took off his pants, and splashed water.

"Finally I found the opportunity...I...eh?"

The boy felt that the amount of water had not decreased at all. He lowered his head and saw that the water had returned as if it were flowing backwards!

Then he put on his pants involuntarily and stepped back.

Altair was crying in the ruins. Somehow, he felt that his tears were getting more and more. When he moved his eyes, he found that the tears were flowing down his cheeks into his eye sockets!

On the other side, Akashi finally finished the machine and was about to say something when she suddenly saw a part fly out by itself and fall to the ground, and then all the parts fell scattered in front of her.

"Meow meow meow?"

In a matchbox-sized alien spaceship somewhere outside the planet, the ruthless alien listened to the screaming on the dashboard, and then the spaceship quickly retreated!

At this moment, Wuming felt as if he was carrying a star on his back, struggling to go against the flow of time. The more he did not fly forward, the more things there were behind him. In the real world, people kept moving backwards. He seemed to be observing the world from a higher perspective. He saw the broken houses gradually moving back to the complete moment, the dead opening their eyes with confusion, the earth gradually closing up, and he saw... Michael!

In space, a spear of light retreated from outside the solar system, and after passing through a human-shaped body, the extinguished flame was rekindled. The god-like being stared blankly at the time going back, and when he was about to do something, he felt his body stiffen, bound to the spot by an unknown will, unable to move.

Now Wuming, who is running on the long river of time, has a strange sense of heaviness, but also has the power to transcend restraints. It is both contradictory and unified, but this does not affect his ability to grab the defeated opponent and throw him aside.

The latter saw this great miracle that affected the universe and behaved very well, without even thinking of struggling or resisting.

In this case, time will accelerate and reverse again!

The Doomsday Knights had their heads twisted off by Wuming, but now they were resurrected with a confused look on their faces. Death returned life with a scythe, and famine granted food with a scale. Then, they looked at each other in bewilderment and disappeared from the world, leaving behind only a simple horn.

People were resurrected one after another, the moon in the sky healed its wounds, and the two planets returned to normal. Only the rings on Saturn had an unknown reshaping force in it, so they were not reversed by time and still maintained their beautiful blue ring shape.

The time came for Michael to wield the flaming sword. The damage to the planet was regrouped into the flaming sword and then returned to Michael.

"What? So you have already made your choice."

Michael looked at the scene of the dead being resurrected and the earth returning to spring with a puzzled expression. Then, as time went backwards, His figure also dissipated and gradually solidified into a certain imperfect [Godhead].

“You want to be....”

Before he finished speaking, Michael had already disappeared. In the moment before he disappeared, he seemed somewhat relieved.

Shinano sat side by side with Altair with his eyes wide open. At this moment, time had gone back to when the two of them were together, preparing to continue perfecting their godhood.

Blitz stared blankly at the moment when the burnt body returned to health and the magical girl's head returned to her neck.

Noshiro returned to Tokyo and watched the ruins around her recover and become a bustling city. The young pilot looked at the huge robot that had been restored to its original state with surprise. Mirokuji Yuya also looked at the return of Ban'e subtly. Noshiro tilted her head and saw a few slashes return to the katana, and the lost strength was also restored.

The bright moonlight flew from underground to the sky, and the purple-haired high school girl looked at the receding world with a strange expression.

Then, daybreak came.

Wuming has used his own power to make the world go back eight hours!

People on Earth were cheering, and Wuming was also smiling, but, had I reached my limit?

He said in his heart.

No!

Then everyone was surprised to find that time was still going backwards!

It is now late November 2016, but as time goes back, we gradually return to a few days ago!

Altair's summons, the meeting of the top leaders, Celesia's dream, and... the arrival of Wuming and his group!

Watching Shinano open her dream and plunge the entire city's humans into a nightmare, Wuming stood beside Shinano with some curiosity, looking at her cold eyes. The latter seemed to be aware of something, but could only see a little red light.

The soldier who fired the shot has been killed by Shinano. Wuming has no opinion on this. The person who fired the shot should be prepared to be shot to death. After all, he is not Clark. However, the traffic accident caused by Shinano's nightmare at this point in time was simply rescued by him, and then the time continued to be traced forward!

October, September, August!

Altair opened her eyes wide and was speechless for a long time. She saw it, she saw that time had reached a certain limit!

In the early morning of August 23, the secondary fan-made video of [Eternal Battle against the Giant Celestial Body] was released. During the day, the publisher, Shima Qi Setsuna, committed suicide by jumping off the tracks in despair.

The girl who woke up from death stood near the track in a daze, and then saw a red light.

The time on the planet froze at the daytime of August 23rd, and all mankind went back to three months ago!

Wuming took all the humans who died in the accident and put them back into a large gymnasium. His body was no longer a sculpture like gold, but had returned to flesh color. His blue tights were also tattered. The journey across time was so harsh that he could not be distracted to protect his clothes.

He took Shimazaki Setsuna with him and walked step by step towards Altair who was staying in the gymnasium. The crowd dispersed like a tide, staring at him in silence, kissing the ground he stepped on, looking at him with timid yet longing eyes, and the worshippers prostrated themselves and carefully touched his cloak with their fingertips.

He handed the dizzy Shima Qi Setsuna to Altair, looked at the reporters flying helicopters in the sky, and the pilgrims inside and outside the stadium, and smiled, "It seems that I have fulfilled my mission."

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The people were silent, then cheered, and shouted his title enthusiastically.

"Superman! Superman! The Man of Steel, a God among men!"

Wuming chuckled and shook his head. He could see Shinano, Noshiro and Akashi in the distance. The green-haired cat was operating a tablet with excitement on his face, planning to continue robbing money here. Noshiro looked at the kneeling people proudly, feeling honored. Shinano also smiled for the first time in a long time.

This is all well and good, but Superman's time is running out.

It was originally a low-quality product, and it relied on Wuming who kept saving people in the doomsday to get more people to continuously supply it with recognition power. However, it was almost at its limit. He could hear the sound of gems breaking in his ears. Converted into real time, it was probably less than thirty seconds.

"Guys, I'm sorry to say goodbye to you."

Wuming spoke.

Starting from his toes, his body gradually turned into glowing fragments, and everyone who watched was a little at a loss.

"After all, I'm not the real Superman Clark. Reversing time has shortened my existence, but fortunately, I still have time to say goodbye to you and give you gifts."

he said with a smile.

"Just now, I left grain seeds for all the countries in the world. The yield and nutrition should be enough to eliminate hunger. I also left information that can cure various diseases to the top leaders of the world. Now, I will leave it to you."

It was originally the reward given to the world after becoming a god. He was not petty and only gave it to a few countries. Human beings should unite under the same lofty ideal. This was the future he was looking forward to. When food and medical care were no longer a problem, new problems would arise. However, these were the difficulties that humans in this world should face. Wuming, who did not want to feed all of humanity, gave both hope and difficulties to humans. The next path should be their own to take.

After having enough food and clothing, can great ideals defeat cruel reality?

Wuming turned into light and disappeared with expectation, and his real body had already arrived beside Shinano and the others.

The sadness in the stadium had nothing to do with him. Superman died, but he did not gain nothing.

"Clang, clang, clang, look what this is?"

Akashi opened his hand mysteriously, and a perfect gem was spread in his palm.

Postscript [Re:CREATORS]

As Wuming left, the spinning dimensional gate disappeared without a trace.

But Kikuchihara Aki knew that the door was not completely closed yet. The green-haired cat gave her a bank card mysteriously and walked into the door with a smile.

Aki Kikuchihara looked puzzled. From that day on, she had several more factories under her name. Orders for all kinds of parts production and steel processing flew into the factories like snowflakes, and they produced day and night.

Takashi Matsubara left the city and returned to the countryside to live with his family, and seemed to have developed a new relationship with illustrator Marine.

Recently, many popular light novel authors have also begun to modify their works in unison. With a momentum as if a knife was placed on their necks, they almost reset the entire works in one go. The characters in the works are all warm-hearted and kind-hearted people. The author of "Night Window Ghost Record" even published a spin-off work with a purple-haired high school girl as the protagonist.

November... no, at the end of August, all of humanity fell into an unprecedented Superman fanaticism, all kinds of new legal religions emerged, and Warner also enthusiastically announced that it would reset the Death of Superman once again during its anniversary celebration. Then the stock price fell to the bottom that day, and the top executives were so scared that they learned the island nation's 90-degree bow and apologized collectively.

The events of that day were also dug out in detail, and Shimasaki Setsuna's story was brought to light, sparking a global anti-cyberbullying movement.

With few people in the know, the whole story was distorted into that Altair summoned the angel Michael to destroy the world just to save his biological mother. The Internet was divided into two factions, and transgender people took to the streets holding Altair's signs. Even though the world had just been destroyed once, it had been saved after all, so it could naturally be treated as if it had never happened.

Time flies, and it has been several months.

A new round of meetings is also being held inside the White House.

The people below were talking endlessly about the dangers of cyberbullying, as if their words had been to the effect of lowering the standards of art schools, World War II would not have broken out.

The sleepy commander-in-chief yawned and slowly spread out the paper. The secretary beside him coughed and asked everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone's comments are very helpful, so let's summarize and turn the page."

The commander-in-chief sniffed and spoke slowly.

"First of all, for the sake of harmony, there can't be ghosts in ghost stories, and there can't be blood in action movies..."

Upon hearing this, the people below were silent for a while, and then burst into prolonged applause.

In the second half of 2016, even the always confused President knows that he is about to retire, and this mess should be left to the next President.

Similar scenes have occurred in countries around the world. Rather than taking the thankless task of combating cyber bullying, it is better to set up checkpoints to fundamentally prevent the birth of bad creatures. After all, there is still no consensus on how creatures came to the real world. The only thing we know is that they will follow the settings given by humans.

What? An Altair suddenly appeared? How could it be such a coincidence?

Yuya Mirokuji stayed at Yatoshi Ryo's house and lived a leisurely life. Except for the daily quarrels with his creator, his life was quite peaceful.

Arrangements were also made for the rest of the people. Blitz went abroad, and his creator linked up with the world of Meteora later in the story to resurrect his child and give him a good ending, allowing him to leave without any worries. He once had a dream of opening a small shop, which was finally realized in the creator's world.

However, the source of all evil who facilitated the birth of Michael, Tsukishiroin Shinkansen, is missing. She rejected Wuming's invitation. The actions of Superman Wuming made her have a wrong understanding of Wuming's character. This free girl like the wind embarked on a journey around the world alone, continuing her own story.

On the Internet, on a popular doujinshi painting website, the high school student worked hard in secret to improve his skills. He also made a new friend, a teenager about his age. The two encouraged each other and agreed to work together towards becoming professional cartoonists.

But the world is not always kind to people. The deletion and revision of works around the world has also forced the deletion of many artists' painstaking works. A lonely young artist felt bitter when he saw his works that he had worked hard for several years being completely deleted from the website.

Thanks to Altair, the Internet is not friendly to painters nowadays. Small painters like him only paint for interest, prefer bright colors, and use bold colors. He once had a group of loyal fans, but now no one knows whether a character created by someone will suddenly appear, so people begin to criticize painters one-sidedly, believing that they are potential creators of demons.

[This is really scary. The person who drew something like this must have a very dark mind.] 864 likes

[The colors look a bit like illustrations I've seen on other websites] 635 likes

[Can all of you painters and writers just die? What should we do if another lunatic who wants to destroy the world comes out?] 1131 likes

He flipped through the posts one by one, and a comment in the corner made him feel hopeless.

[According to this trend, maybe no one will want to see illustrations in the future. Novels and movie animations will continue to unify their styles. Websites that simply display paintings like this may go bankrupt. Works like this by painters may never be noticed again in their lifetime.] 3 Likes

No one will come to see it again?

He stared blankly at the sky and took out a thick hand-painted book from the bookcase. Every bit of the book was his hard work and it was his only friend.

He can still accept those who deny him, but no one will ever pay attention to his works again...

After exiting the website, all kinds of news flooded in.

A large number of websites have been shut down, and all works have been renovated. If they cannot be completed within the deadline, they will all be removed from the shelves...