"Superman? Is he a Hollywood star or something?"
It was obvious this person hadn't read much comics as a kid.
Reporters began shouting questions, each more confused than the last, and the scene instantly became chaotic.
Even a few police officers trying to maintain order, completely unaware of the situation, began whispering among themselves.
"Oh my God! Look, over there!"
A reporter pointed toward the distant sky, exclaiming in surprise. Everyone's eyes instinctively followed his gesture.
A bird? A plane?
Some people started guessing.
"Damn it! Why does he have to show up now of all times?"
George stared at the familiar figure in the sky, his face pale.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, a towering figure shot across the distant horizon.
When it flew over the crowd, it stopped instantly, as if unaffected by gravity or inertia.
It hovered in midair, right above everyone's heads.
Oh my God… he's Superman!
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Chapter Sixteen: Announcing His Divine Presence to the World
"Mom! Dad! Come see God—no, I mean, see Superman!"
In the living room, a little boy watched the TV. The camera was shaky, but the footage was incredible. He shouted excitedly to his parents.
"Has this kid gone crazy from reading too many comics? I've told you over and over—there's no such thing as Superman or Ultraman!"
Hearing his son's exclamation, the father walked in holding a plate of freshly washed apples, scolding his simple-minded boy.
"And where did you learn this habit of lying? This is the second time—this is serious!"
The father sat on the sofa, biting into his apple while lecturing his son about honesty.
"Huh? Which company made this new Superman movie? The effects are okay, but the footage is blurry—can't even see the actor's face. Look how shaky this is! Is the cameraman Parkinson's?"
He continued watching the blurry footage with interest, commenting as he went.
"Dad, it's real."
The boy insisted. He had never lied or cheated, not even last time.
"This kid needs his mother to teach him properly."
"Quick, switch the channel back, I want to continue watching the press conference… wait, what? This is the press conference live?"
The father froze. The TV channel hadn't been changed. He was stunned by what he saw—it was footage of the press conference.
…
At that moment, the scene at the press conference, with hundreds in attendance, fell completely silent. The figure had appeared.
Everyone looked up, their eyes fixed on the awe-inspiring figure, full of disbelief.
Some had even doubted whether Superman could exist in reality.
But now, a figure hovered before them like a god.
Its eyes glowed red, gazing down at everything below, as if staring at a colony of ants.
It radiated authority, and yet instilled fear.
At that moment, almost no one dared to question anything.
"Are you… really… Superman? Or just a fraud deceiving the world?"
Yet, as always, there are some "brave" people—especially reporters.
One journalist slowly opened his mouth, filled with skepticism, and asked the figure if he really was Superman.
"What a reckless idiot! Does he really think real life is like the comics?"
"If I had Superman's powers, I'd have conquered the world already."
Instinctively, everyone around the journalist stepped back a few meters, worried that questioning this figure might put them in danger too.
Sure enough, as he spoke hesitantly, the figure slowly turned its gaze toward him.
The red glow in its eyes, already intense, flared even brighter!
Smile!
In an instant, the scorching gaze pierced the void, leaving a mark beneath the journalist's feet.
Had the thermal trajectory deviated even slightly, his legs would have been amputated.
With action speaking louder than words, the terrifying figure rocketed into the sky, accelerating without restraint, breaking the sound barrier.
Boom!
A deafening thunderclap nearly shattered everyone's eardrums.
The ringing persisted for almost a full minute before fading.
Everyone around stared at the brave reporter—but he was already trembling on the ground, a puddle between his legs soaking the floor.
It became clear: he was not brave, just naive.
…
High above the distant sky:
[Congratulations, host. Task successfully completed.]
Announce your existence to the world like a god.
Reward: 500 points; solar absorption efficiency will be increased fivefold for the next month.
Peter wasn't showing off. The system had simply given him an opportunity.
He hadn't even finished breakfast when he told Uncle Ben and Aunt May, then returned to his room.
Then, without pause, he flew to the press conference site to complete the system's sudden timed task.
After all, the 500-point reward was five times what previous tasks had given.
More importantly, the bonus effect would last an entire month.
Though the effect was only half as potent as earlier, it lasted longer.
With accelerated sunlight absorption, Peter felt he could awaken all of his dormant powers within a month.
At that point, he would truly be a god among men, without weakness.
As Peter fantasized about fully awakening all his abilities, the system's voice sounded again.
As a Superman / protector of your homeland, in addition to immense power, you also need equipment and tools that enhance confidence.
Mainline quest released:
As a superhero, you cannot go without a unique, cool battle suit.
Objective: Create your one-of-a-kind battle suit. Materials, design, method, and participants are unlimited.
Reward: Determined by the suit's "coolness." (New mainline quests will unlock only after completing this.)
"A new mainline quest? And I get to make my own battle suit? That's basically free points."
After all, this task had no restrictions. Even using his hastily assembled clothes would complete it.
But completing it in a rush wouldn't yield the best rewards.
"It's time to make my own battle suit. I can't keep borrowing someone else's clothes every time I play Superman."
"Imagine if anyone knew—a divine being like me wearing someone else's costume. How embarrassing!"
Receiving the system's new main quest, Peter felt a mix of admiration and reflection.
The timing was perfect—he had wanted to make his battle suit ever since he gained flight.
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Chapter Seventeen: Only a Three-Year-Old Reads Comics (Add to Favorites)
At noon, the sun blazed down, scorching the earth like a fireball.
On a street in Brooklyn, New York, at a newsstand…
A slightly overweight young white man seemed to have just returned from lunch.
After closing the door, he placed a stack of freshly received Daily Bugle newspapers in the most prominent spot on the stand.
"Late delivery, but that's because they sell so well."
Even this simple task left him sweating.
He casually wiped his face with his arm.
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