Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

"Rao, I never thought it would feel like this." Moses - or call him Kal-El now, whatever - felt the tiny air flow from his ears in mid-air that he had never noticed before. side brushed.The black hair at his temples swayed slightly.The light of the yellow sun shone warmly on the body, the dust in the air floated softly, and the voices from all corners of the earth echoed in the ears.

Crickets dangling their tentacles on the treetops, cats clucking their bones as they stretched, and a couple leaning on a park bench hugging and kissing each other, causing strangers who accidentally noticed this scene to look away hurriedly.

His height and weight are obviously about the same as when he was a human being, but the power contained inside is like a world of difference.

Moses almost felt a kind of cautious panic. He forced the current body to stand still between the sky and the earth, as if a young child was holding a precious and fragile object in his hands, which would be broken if he was not careful.

The system is not exaggerating at all.It doesn't use enough adjectives to describe this power.

—Superman.

A god who walks in the world.

The survival and destruction of the world can be controlled between his thoughts, so this power becomes a kind of heavy responsibility, and constitutes a barrier that cannot communicate with others, prompting him to repeatedly question himself when he is doing nothing.

In just a short time, the wailing, choking, gasping for dying, and the sound of life passing into his ears were more than the number of deaths witnessed by everyone through various social media every day.

Responsibility wanted to move him, doubts about self-control kept his legs firmly in place.

Moses let out a deep breath, and simply kept widening his range of feelings without doing anything.

In this way, the entire planet shrank into his palm.

Meteorites dragged their long tails and dissipated into the atmosphere.

The plane flies at a slow speed.

There are also those people who he had no time to pay attention to and did not need to pay attention to—the reclusive mage on the Himalayas seemed to feel his gaze, and cast a tolerant glance from a distance; Diana Prince sat by the window of the restaurant, and his companions Whispered conversation; The Flash stumbles past a fast food joint without being noticed, deftly takes three freshly baked hot dogs and leaves cash for the owner...

And New York talking to Bruce Wayne and Iron Man at a banquet.

This feeling is really strange, he watched those busy or leisure heroes, their tense bodies gradually relaxed.

They are like anchors on the surface, so that he will not forget what kind of appearance great people live in.

At the same time, there is a kind of belief in this steel body.

So the people who looked up and watched saw that the man who suddenly appeared in the midair of the metropolis and looked like a sculpture carved by an artist's knife suddenly unfolded a serious expression that seemed a bit cold.

This made him look no longer aloof, but rather soft.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle, frank, and bright enough smile that could be called classic beauty appeared on that handsome face.The softness from the inside out changed again, becoming something...something that made people know he was trustworthy at a glance.

The red cloak slowly descended like a flying flag.

He circled the metropolis at a speed that would not make people dizzy or surrounded by people, his eyes were amazed and nostalgic-the last time he was in this city, it was by no means amazing. way, but when viewed from above, no one can deny that she is vibrant and endearing.After performing this gesture like greeting, Superman briefly showed his strength: he stopped a high-speed vehicle with one hand, and rescued the girl holding a mobile phone on the zebra crossing and gradually staring blankly. down.

"Next time, please don't play with your mobile phone while crossing the road." Moses left his feet off the ground, folded his arms and looked at the person in front of him.His movements completely differentiated him from the ordinary people walking around him.

"I'm sorry." The girl sorted out her paper bag in a hurry, "I didn't mean it, I was thinking about other things just now, and you are so attractive-I mean, professional habits."

Her eyes gradually shifted from the striking curls on the forehead of the person in front of her to the face and finally the body clad in tight armor.

Oh, God.

This was the only emotion that could clearly emerge in her mind within a few seconds.

When she was in a daze, the horns of the vehicles passing by around her continued to sound.Moses had to say to her, "I'm sorry."

Then politely pick up the lady's arm and transfer her to the crosswalk at a height not more than fifteen centimeters from the ground.

Even so, the moment she landed, she let out a startled gasp.

"Sorry," Moses said again, "we were in the way."

He waited patiently for the woman's reply, as if he didn't realize how attractive he was.

Finally, Louise Lane broke free from the unstoppable brain storm, and she didn't know whether she should be happy or regretful to find that it was work that prevailed in her heart at this moment, not the damn love brain that should have appeared.

"Louis Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet." She struggled to smile as decently as possible, her beautiful cheeks were slightly flushed—because of excitement—one hand straightened her hair, and the other hand stretched out, "Nice to meet you To you, and thank you for your help just now. In order to express my gratitude, can I treat you to a meal? By the way, do an interview?"

Moses looked at her slender, calloused hands and hesitated for a moment.

Then he squeezed it up carefully, and when he touched the point, he controlled the strength just right, and said with a smile: "There is no need for a treat, maybe we will talk about it next time we meet, if there is a chance."

He nodded to the female reporter, quietly left the ground and flew towards the blue sky of the metropolis.

Before completely leaving people's sights, he felt the eyes of countless people focus on him.

Office workers, children, policemen... with emotions of bewilderment or admiration or surprise or fear.

And maybe disgust.

He looked back thoughtfully at Lex Luthor who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows with cold eyes.

**

Daily tasks in Metropolis are easier than Moses imagined.

After all, how much difficulty can a person who is almost invincible encounter in his daily life?Strictly speaking, all his troubles so far come from himself.

Kal-El is a man who is at peace most of the time.Powerful power makes him out of tune with the world, but his love for this planet makes him choose to restrain himself.Moses has already experienced this contradiction, like shutting a huge monster into a small jar. He has to remind and reflect all the time, and judge whether he is inappropriate through the behavior of others.

Honestly, it's a lot harder than saving people from various car accidents, fires, flowerpots falling off windowsills, etc., all within the metropolis.

Yet Superman adapts to this.

This body is used to protecting others and imprisoning itself.

After just half a week, Moses discovered that being a full-time superhero was an impossible task.

It's not that he doesn't have enough energy or strength, he doesn't even need sleep with the yellow sun.The main reason is that leaving the identity of ordinary people for a long time will easily lead to adverse changes in mentality. Even if super hearing and eyesight are enough to ensure that Superman receives most of the information in this world, the feeling of watching and experiencing it is very different.

So on a sunny morning, this new superhero from Metropolis out of nowhere, embarrassingly flew across the city to Gotham, and took a bearer bank card from Bruce Wayne's drawer. Card.

This was a poverty that Moses had not experienced for a long time.After leaving the novice protection period, the system no longer gives away money, real estate and old housekeepers with one click like in the past.

Batman naturally knows what's going on.

But thinking about his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he will still feel uncomfortable for a few days.

When wearing the Superman shell, Moses didn't feel that the Dark Knight on the other side of the bay had anything to do with him, and his soul split was thorough enough, comparable to switching accounts.But rationality made him understand who he could trust, and with a guilty conscience of 'I've cheated myself', he typed an IOU in the memo on his mobile phone, and he also felt an urgency to pay off the debt to support his family.

He changed his eye-catching three-color uniform, bought a cheap suit in a clothing store, rented a small apartment, and sent his resume to the Daily Planet.

——Because when I rescued Louise Lane that day, I accidentally looked through her briefcase and found that they happened to be recruiting fresh graduate interns.

The new documents bore the name of Clark Kent, who was born in Kansas and came to the city after high school to find work opportunities.

In order to conform to the human design, even the curly hair on the head whose meaning is unknown but which seems to be able to identify the identity according to the system, was fixed by Moses with hairspray.

Perhaps it was a good time, and the content of the articles he wrote about 'Superman' was eye-catching enough. Interview invitations and work contracts were sent to his empty mailbox one after another.

There are many difficulties, but they are being overcome one by one.

From these insignificant things, the sense of alienation from the world that came with being out of the crowd gradually faded, and he found the clumsy joys of being ordinary people again, and was sure that his love for the human race was as good as ever.

Kal-El came from a planet far, far away.

But Clark Kent has found his new home in this universe.

Time is like running water, the adaptation period mentioned by the system is only a tail in the blink of an eye, and the enemy from the universe seems to have come to the door, although there are no alien spaceships passing by in the vicinity with superhuman vision.

Moses had more looming problems.

For example, a Batman who is so anxious that he starts to affect himself.

He found that there was a slight error in the dark knight's speculation before. The powerful, physical defense and invincible enemy described by the system did exist, but he probably had the same blood as Karl-El.

After all, Superman himself has these abilities.

Thus, there is a clear and convincing rationale for preparing a battle plan ahead of time—just figure out how to defeat Superman.

As if this incident seemed too weird to others, Batman also deliberately rented a laboratory far away from Gotham.He and Superman studied for two or three days, and tentatively determined that the only thing that could harm the Kryptonians was the fragments left after the explosion of their home planet: kryptonite.

Besides that, lead can also be used to block Superman's perspective.

A brand new door opened in front of the two superheroes.

What evil could I have?

With a subtle mood of 'be nice to yourself', Clark Kent aka Superman in the Metropolis pretended nothing happened, and watched with connivance that the Gotham vigilantes put lead on Wayne Manor and the Batcave.

After another half a month, the universe was in turmoil, and strange vehicles with strange shapes appeared between the earth and the moon.

People on Earth are still immersed in their daily lives and have not yet noticed the huge shadow cast above their heads.

Only Moses knows that the date deliberately marked by the system is coming—Superman is on the way to meet his own destiny.