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He no longer paid attention to the vice president's grim expression and continued speaking calmly to General Ross.
"General Ross, could you display the satellite images of the Moon right now? I want to personally witness how humanity's heroes defeat the evil monster!"
As he spoke, excitement appeared on his face, as if he were celebrating the final victory of justice.
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Chapter 31: On the Moon
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The vast and boundless universe had now welcomed a god born of mortals.
In humanity's worldview, crossing space with nothing but one's physical body was an absolute impossibility.
"Hm? Even in this state, the Hulk is having difficulty adapting to the harsh environment of outer space?"
Looking at the Hulk in his grasp, Peter realized that after entering space, the creature had merely become extremely weak—it had not yet completely lost consciousness.
Even at the moment when his arms were torn off, remnants of flesh could still be seen wriggling, seemingly undergoing self-regeneration.
"Worthy of being the most resilient creature."
Seeing that the Hulk still had not fully quieted down in the brutal vacuum of space, Peter slowly shifted his gaze toward the Moon, 380,000 kilometers away from Earth.
The next instant, he directly hurled the green giant toward the Moon.
Then he suddenly accelerated, almost instantly catching up to the Hulk he had just thrown.
A heavy punch smashed into the Hulk's body.
In that instant, the Hulk's speed surpassed the speed of sound. Peter casually tossed him again, causing the Hulk's velocity to increase dozens of times over.
Peter accelerated once more. After awakening his super ability, he unleashed a punch tens of thousands of times stronger than before, smashing it viciously into the Hulk's body again.
Thus, Peter fought his way from deep space all the way to the Moon.
Human probes required several days to reach the Moon.
Peter continued accelerating and arrived near the lunar surface in nearly twenty minutes.
By then, the Hulk's speed had reached an unprecedented level.
Peter finally gave up pursuing further. His figure abruptly stopped in space, one hundred kilometers above the lunar surface, calmly watching the Hulk streak toward the Moon.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, lunar surface satellite imaging was finally ready.
However, even with several of the military's most advanced satellites observing the Moon simultaneously, the images were still not very clear.
From afar, only a tiny black dot—like a mosquito—could be seen hovering over the silvery Moon; its exact trajectory was unclear.
Yet after careful image processing, everyone present could still clearly identify that the small black dot above the Moon was their "hero"—Superman.
What were the heroes doing now?
As everyone stared at the satellite feed, confusion spread.
But what happened next answered their doubts in the most shocking way imaginable.
Suddenly, a massive explosion erupted on the previously calm lunar surface. Moon dust surged upward, forming a gigantic mushroom cloud tens of kilometers high.
The terrifying shockwave spread outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, even triggering an extremely violent dust storm across the Moon.
Within seconds, the shockwave swept across the entire observable lunar surface and continued spreading toward the Moon's far side.
Even from Earth, the propagation of the shockwave was difficult to observe clearly with the naked eye.
"What… what exactly happened?"
Seeing such a horrifying scene, the vice president—recently dismissed and still harboring resentment—was deeply unsettled.
At that moment, he nearly collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at the terrifying spectacle unfolding on the Moon.
It took nearly ten minutes for the lunar dust to finally settle.
At this moment, almost everyone who witnessed the breathtaking scene on the Moon couldn't help but show expressions of extreme shock.
Because now, a gigantic crater nearly a thousand kilometers in diameter had appeared on the lunar surface.
"How is this possible?"
Countless people were stunned speechless.
The vice president—who had just suggested launching a nuclear strike on Superman—now seemed on the verge of madness, muttering repeatedly:
"This is impossible… absolutely impossible…"
The conference room fell silent for nearly three minutes.
"Have you calculated the exact yield of that explosion?"
Even a high-ranking official could not remain calm at this moment.
"Hiss—"
At that time, General Ross received a preliminary assessment report. Upon seeing the data, even he couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
"Mr. President, based on our staff's initial evaluation, the crater formed by the explosion on the Moon has a diameter of approximately 800 to 900 kilometers—about one quarter of the Moon's diameter."
"Of course, this is due to the Moon's unique environment. The surface soil is loose, making it easier to form relatively large impact craters."
"On Earth, a crater formed by the same explosive force would likely be more than ten times smaller."
"Hoo… thank goodness."
Hearing this explanation, the President finally let out a long breath—but General Ross's next words made his heart tighten again.
"Based on rough calculations, the explosive yield was equivalent to hundreds of millions of tons of TNT—several times more powerful than the Tsar Bomba dropped by Russia last century."
"If such an attack occurred in downtown New York, the entire city would be erased from the face of the Earth…"
General Ross took a deep breath, finally recovering slightly from the shock of the data.
Only then did he truly understand what it meant to be a god among men.
"The entire city of New York… would cease to exist?"
The President murmured the inevitable conclusion, his expression devoid of any calm.
Suddenly, his expression turned solemn, and he stood up abruptly.
"From this moment on, no organization or intelligence agency is permitted to arbitrarily collect information related to Superman."
"Additionally, disaster relief efforts must be organized immediately to minimize the damage inflicted on New York City and to complete post-disaster reconstruction as soon as possible."
"Since that is the case, we will establish a new department dedicated specifically to disaster response. It will be called the Department of Damage Control (DC)."
"Finally, from the moment this meeting ends, the military and government will jointly station personnel at all media outlets and newspapers nationwide for supervision."
"I do not want to see any media slandering our hero tomorrow…"
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At this moment, upon the Moon, Peter calmly gazed at the terrifying scene he had personally created.
Once everything gradually settled, he immediately accelerated toward the center of the massive lunar crater.
Upon reaching the center, he saw that the Hulk's entire body had been devastated by the horrific impact—no intact skin remained, and he had completely lost consciousness.
A smile finally appeared on Peter's face.
At the same time, a system notification sounded in his mind.
[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed the mission "Subdue the Rampaging Hulk."Reward: "Kryptonian Technology: Doomsday Manufacturing Edition" has been issued…]
Hearing the notification confirming the successful reward, Peter looked at the gravely injured Hulk in the crater and smiled with satisfaction.
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Chapter 32: The Successful Nanoparticle Experiment
"Fantasy reflects reality—humanity proudly welcomes its greatest hero: Superman!"
The next day, overnight, the same message spread throughout New York and across the entire world.
From massive screens on city streets to newspaper front pages in alleyway newsstands, that towering figure was everywhere.
In a single night, Superman's name echoed across the globe. All media and newspapers praised him endlessly.
He was hailed as one of the greatest heroes in human history.
"Hah. Looks like they're trying to use moral pressure to blackmail me."
On his way to school, Peter casually glanced at the newspaper in his hand and immediately understood its purpose.
"Unfortunately, I don't have moral restraints. Or more precisely—my moral bottom line is very flexible."
He casually tore the newspaper into pieces and tossed them into a roadside trash bin, completely ignoring the chatter of pedestrians around him discussing both Superman and the changes on the Moon.
He walked slowly toward school.
"Did you watch the live broadcast last night? Superman was insane!"
Clearly, Peter wouldn't be enjoying any peace today.
The moment he entered the classroom, he heard several classmates gathered together, excitedly discussing last night's events.
"That's right! Superman was way too strong. That ugly monster wasn't even a match for him. If I had Superman's power, I'd definitely—hehe…"
A young Black boy waved his arms enthusiastically, as if he were the one who had fought the Hulk.
"Hmph. I think Superman is too distant from us. Maybe—just like in the comics—he's an alien. Who knows what his real purpose on Earth is…"
Lightning McQueen had his arm in a cast, wrapped in bandages. When Peter entered the classroom, he hurriedly shrank back, clearly frightened.
However, seeing that Peter merely returned to the same seat as yesterday and showed no intention of causing trouble, he regained some courage and continued talking with his followers.
"Damn it, Flash, are you crazy? Don't you know Superman has super hearing? Aren't you afraid he'll come after you for saying that?"
One of the lackeys immediately covered Lightning's mouth.
"I still like Spider-Gwen more. She's the only one who actually helps ordinary people."
Lightning brushed the hand away with his uninjured left arm. Though he didn't dare to continue slandering Superman, he spoke with clear resentment.
"Spider-Gwen? Don't even think about it…"
Clearly, they had already lost interest in discussing her.
Suddenly, one student glanced around and lowered his voice cautiously.
"Have you guys heard about the changes on the Moon's surface? I have a friend in another class—he joined the astronomy club…"