Chapter 2
With a thought from Yang Jian, a panel instantly materialized.
Ding! Silver Superman template fully loaded.
A semi-transparent blue interface unfolded before his eyes, packed with rows of data and ability descriptions.
[Host: Yang Jian]
[Template: Silver Age Superman Template (Complete version, no upper limit)]
[Energy Source: Activated and continuously enhanced by yellow sun radiation]
[Armor Status: Kryptonian military-tech fusion armor (100% integrity)]
[Mind Over Matter: Think of it as "I think, therefore it is." As long as you will it, you can possess any ability. But you must actively utilize and experiment—failure once doesn't mean it's impossible.]
[Super Strength: Can casually lift planetary-mass objects, tow star chains, and continues growing. In a good mood, you could even move Earth itself.]
[Super Speed: Full power exceeds light speed, no upper limit.]
[Super Stamina: Near-infinite endurance.]
[Man of Steel: Immune to physical damage. Ordinary mages can't harm you—only archmages might. Kryptonite has zero effect.]
[Super Healing: Rapid recovery from any physical injury. Even magical damage only slows the healing rate.]
[Super Vision… Super Hearing… Super… (and so on)]
[Heat Vision: Dual ocular high-temperature plasma beams (peak temperature exceeds the sun's surface, no upper limit)]
[Freeze Breath: Exhales near-absolute-zero supercooled gas]
[Bio-Field: All-purpose biological force field—capable of unexpected feats]
[Super Intellect: Master the knowledge of a dozen star systems in ten seconds if you focus]
[Vacuum Survival: No need to breathe; withstands extreme environments]
[Current Unlock: 100%]
[Potential Development: 15% (no upper limit)] …
Yang Jian scrolled through the dizzying list of powers, his heartbeat quickening despite himself.
This was literally a walking god configuration!
He couldn't help asking, "System, can I use all these abilities whenever I want? Any restrictions?"
[Response to host: All Silver Superman abilities are fully unlocked and available at any time. However, the system recommends practice for proficiency.]
"What do you mean?" Yang Jian frowned.
[When using heat vision now, improper power control could accidentally punch through the Earth's crust. Super-speed movement without refined bio-field control might obliterate buildings in your path. Misapplied super strength could crush objects you intended to protect.]
Yang Jian laughed. "So I'm basically a baby holding a nuke button?"
[Metaphor is accurate. System recommends adaptive training—may take approximately one minute.]
"Wait—you still haven't told me what you actually are. Why me?" Yang Jian suddenly realized the key question.
[This is the Cross-Dimensional Superman Legacy System, designed to locate suitable hosts and pass on Kryptonian civilization's heritage. Selection criteria include genetic compatibility, performance in crisis, and latent development potential.]
"So my performance during the car crash impressed you?" Yang Jian found it a little absurd.
[Accuracy: 87.6%. Host displayed calm and strong will to survive when facing death, combined with a deep inner desire for self-transformation.]
[Host being captured by the gang was a bug. Host is wearing his original body.]
The last sentence made Yang Jian fall silent. He looked down at the city below.
The nightclubs, supercars, women that once obsessed him now seemed within arm's reach.
Maybe this transmigration really was a chance to start over?
No.
I'll do whatever the hell I want!
Suppressing desire would make him a saint—and that's not his goal!
"System, what other specific functions do you have? Besides handing me superpowers."
[Host may choose to accept or ignore system-issued missions. Completing specific objectives grants bonus rewards.]
[Current Mission: Use your new abilities.]
[Reward: 500 points]
Yang Jian took a deep breath—though he no longer needed to breathe.
The cold night air filled his lungs anyway, sharpening his mind.
He suddenly turned his gaze eastward. Super vision pierced the clouds, locking onto the rising sun.
"So now I'm a Superman," he murmured.
"A Superman in black armor."
He slowly raised a hand. Sunlight slid across the dark plating; the black cape billowed without wind.
In this dangerous Marvel Universe, he would exist under a brand-new identity.
His voice hardened. "Starting today, I'm no longer the ordinary Yang Jian."
"Now it's time to settle the score with Kingpin."
He closed his eyes. Super hearing rippled outward like waves, flooding his mind with the sounds of the entire city.
"Find that guy in the black armor!" A low, commanding voice came from the southwest.
Yang Jian's eyes snapped open. Super vision pierced kilometers of buildings in an instant, zeroing in on a luxurious office.
A mountain of a bald man in a signature white suit leaned on a cane, barking orders at subordinates.
Wilson Fisk—Kingpin.
"No need to look. I came to you."
Yang Jian's gaze turned icy.
In the next instant, his body accelerated—breaking the sound barrier without a sonic boom.
Bio-field precisely contained the shockwave.
In 0.1 seconds he hovered silently outside Fisk's office window, staring through bulletproof glass directly into the crime lord's eyes.
Fisk's pupils contracted sharply. His right hand subtly moved toward the alarm button under the desk.
"Press it," Yang Jian's voice carried clearly through the glass. "The outcome's the same either way."
Crack!
With a casual exhale, the supposedly cannon-proof tempered glass shattered like thin ice.
He drifted inside, black cape flowing.
The bodyguards reacted instantly—five handguns barked at once.
Bullets halted ten centimeters from Yang Jian's body, as if striking an invisible wall, then clattered onto the carpet.
"Impossible!" one guard shouted.
The next second, bio-field pressure crushed them all to the floor. Breathing stopped.
Fisk rose slowly, his massive frame like a mountain of flesh.
No panic on his face—only a vicious smile. "Not bad. You're the one who killed my twelve men?"
"Done talking?"
Yang Jian shrugged and floated upward until he was eye-level with the over-two-meter-tall Fisk. (Protagonist height: 192 cm)
"Die, freak!"
Fisk exploded forward. His thick arm whipped the cane with surprising speed for his bulk.
The high-grade steel cane whistled toward Yang Jian's temple.
Snap!
Yang Jian caught it one-handed without flinching.
"You know," he said softly, "I can hear your heart racing. I can see the cold sweat in your pores."
His fingers tightened. The steel cane crumpled like modeling clay.
"You're afraid."
Terror finally flickered in Fisk's eyes—but only for a moment.
He released the cane, stepped back, and pressed a button on his watch. "You think that's all? This whole building has fifty heavily armed—"
Yang Jian appeared in front of him in a blink—near-teleportation speed.
One hand clamped around Fisk's throat, effortlessly lifting the 300+ pound man off the floor.
"I'm in a hurry," Yang Jian said.
Crack.
A sharp snap of bone. Fisk's head lolled at an impossible angle. The light faded from his eyes.
Yang Jian released him. The body of New York's underworld emperor crashed to the floor.