New York.
Arthur leaned against the hood of his Mustang sports car, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.
In the night, smoke swirled, blurring his chiseled face.
The lights of the luxurious apartment behind him were still on; he knew the woman must be standing by the floor-to-ceiling window watching him, but he couldn't be bothered to look back.
"Ding!"
His phone rang.
The screen displayed the words "Sister Wang from Lujiazui."
"Oh, Xiao Yang, I have everything here. Have you thought about it? When are you coming over? As long as you come, sports cars, Villas, everything will be yours."
A syrupy sweet voice of a middle-aged woman came from the other end of the line.
Arthur revealed a playful smile: "Sister Wang, you're too impatient. These things need to be taken slowly."
He deliberately lowered his voice, adding a hint of laziness.
"Oh, you child, it's just that I miss you," Sister Wang's voice became even more cloying.
Arthur gave a few perfunctory replies and hung up the phone.
He had only taken one puff of his cigarette when his phone rang again.
This time, it was "Hanhan, the rich second-generation university student."
"Arthur~ When are you coming to see me? How do you like the Mustang I just bought you? If you're not satisfied, we can go exchange it tomorrow."
A sugary sweet voice came from the other end of the line.
"It's not bad,"
Arthur looked down at his unbuttoned collar, "It's just that the air conditioning isn't very good; it's so hot I can't help but want to unbutton my collar."
"You're annoying!" A coquettish came from the other end of the phone, and Arthur could almost imagine the other person's blushing face.
After chatting for a few more minutes, Arthur hung up the phone and flicked the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can.
He opened the car door and pulled two movie tickets from his bag.
"Thunder Agents."
They were given by another friend; he glanced at them and casually tossed them onto the passenger seat.
The Mustang sports car's engine let out a low roar, Arthur stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly sped away.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting on the car window, as the night wind ruffled his hair.
His next appointment was at a private Villa in the suburbs, and he was already twenty minutes late, so he was trying to come up with a suitable excuse in his head.
"Should I say I encountered a car accident and traffic jam on the way? Or that something came up at the company?" Arthur pondered, his smile gradually becoming more confident.
"Forget it, I'll do whatever I want, who can control me? I'll just say I was so lost in thought thinking about her that I almost crashed."
Just then, a dazzling White light suddenly shot from the side.
Arthur instinctively raised his hand to block it, but it was too late.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, Arthur felt the World spin.
The Mustang sports car was hit broadside by an out-of-control dump truck, the sound of twisting metal piercingly loud.
The airbag deployed, but the immense impact still made Arthur's vision go Black.
"Fuck…"
This was his last thought before losing consciousness.
Pain.
This was Arthur's first sensation upon regaining consciousness.
His head felt as if it had been hammered, and his temples throbbed.
He found himself lying on a cold concrete floor, the surrounding light dim.
"This guy's awake." A gruff male voice said in English.
Arthur struggled to open his eyes, and through his blurry vision, he saw several tall figures surrounding him.
As his vision gradually returned, he saw several fierce-looking White and Black strongmen, all dressed in Black suits, their waists bulging, clearly concealing weapons.
"Where is this?"
Arthur instinctively asked in English; as a graduate of a 211 university, his English was indeed good.
"Ha, he even speaks English." A bald White man sneered, a hideous scar on his face.
"Kid, you and your companion broke into Kingpin's territory and saw something you shouldn't have."
Only then did Arthur notice a bloody corpse lying in a corner not far away, appearing to be a White male.
There were still fresh bloodstains on the ground, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder.
He looked at his clothes; they were his own, clearly indicating he hadn't taken over someone else's body.
So what was going on?
"Listen, I don't know where this is, and I don't know what you're talking about."
Arthur struggled to sit up, his back against the cold wall, "I just had a car accident and woke up here."
"Fuck!!"
A Black strongman stepped forward and kicked Arthur in the abdomen, "You're with that spy! Kingpin doesn't like disobedient people on his territory."
Kingpin?
Arthur curled up, the intense pain almost suffocating him.
But what shocked him even more was the realization that he might have transmigrated.
Moreover, he had transmigrated to the United States and was caught up in a gang dispute.
[System activating!]
A mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Arthur's mind, and he trembled.
[Detecting host in fatal danger, initiating emergency protocol!]
[Superman System bound successfully.]
[Newbie gift pack issued, Silver Superman template fusion, one set of Kryptonian battle armor. (Reference Fiora's style, but cooler.)]
In an instant, an unprecedented Power surged into Arthur's body like a flood.
He felt every cell cheering, DNA strands reorganizing, muscle fibers strengthening, and bone density rapidly increasing.
His vision suddenly became incredibly clear, able to see every speck of dust floating in the air.
His hearing range expanded sharply, able to hear the clinking of glasses in a bar several blocks away, and even the faint hum of the Earth's rotation beneath his feet.
Immediately after, a set of pitch-Black Kryptonian battle armor appeared out of thin air, covering his entire body like a living thing.
The battle armor had sharp lines and a metallic texture, exuding an oppressive presence in the dim light, and the cape behind him moved as if by an unseen wind.
"What is this?"
The bald White man took a step back in horror, and the other gang members pulled out their pistols.
Arthur slowly floated up, feeling the surging Power within him.
He gently clenched his fist, and the air compressed, making a popping sound.
He felt as if he had become a god, capable of easily lifting mountains and pushing Planets.
"Shoot! Kill him!" The Black strongman roared.
Gunshots erupted, and bullets rapidly flew towards Arthur.
But under his Super Vision, those bullets moved as slowly as snails.
He gently raised his hand, and a Biological Force Field automatically unfolded; all the bullets stopped a few centimeters from his body, then clinked and clanked as they fell to the ground.
"This is impossible!" The scar-faced bald man retreated in horror.
Arthur's eyes began to grow cold, his eyes slightly heating up.
Two red Heat Vision beams shot out, instantly melting the gun in the bald man's hand into molten iron.
The bald man screamed and shook his hand, but the Heat Vision had already swept across his legs, vaporizing them from the knees down.
"Ah! My legs! My legs!" The bald man fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
The other gang members saw this and turned to run, but Arthur just flashed slightly and blocked the doorway.
His Superman made these ordinary people seem motionless in his eyes.
"Please, please…" A Latino thug knelt down.
"We were just following orders!"
Arthur tilted his head, suddenly wanting to test his Super Breath.
He blew lightly, and the man flew out as if struck by a hurricane, hitting the wall heavily, the sound of breaking bones clearly audible.
In less than ten seconds, there was no one left standing in the room except Arthur.
Some were vaporized by Heat Vision, some were sent to meet God by Super Strength, and others were hit by bullets reflected by the Biological Force Field.
"Is this Superman's Power?"
Arthur looked down at his hands, his voice trembling slightly from the shock.
He closed his eyes and tried to control his Super Hearing.
Countless sounds surged in like a tide: police sirens, arguments, babies crying, lovers whispering.
He could precisely locate any sound source and also selectively block out noise.
Then he tested Super Vision, his gaze penetrating the wall, seeing the outside scene.
Continuing to penetrate, he saw Stark Tower several blocks away.
Focusing further, he could even see the details of the craters on the Moon's surface.
Finally, from a microscopic perspective, he could clearly see the trajectory of every molecule in the air.
"This is incredible!" Arthur was somewhat shocked.
He looked down at the wailing gang members on the ground, and Heat Vision lit up again; this time, he showed no mercy.
A few flashes of red light, and all the gang members instantly disappeared from this World, even their weapons evaporated without a trace.
Arthur walked out of the room and found himself in an abandoned warehouse.
Through Super Hearing, he confirmed that there were no other gang members within a few kilometers around him.
He lightly leaped, his body gently floating up, breaking through the roof and flying into the night sky.
The night view of New York unfolded beneath him, brightly lit.
Arthur hovered high in the sky, feeling the boundless sense of Power within him.
The Kryptonian battle armor covered his body; the pitch-Black armor perfectly matched his aesthetic.
"Kingpin."
Arthur remembered the gang member mentioning that name.
As a Marvel fan, he naturally knew this New York underworld emperor.
It seemed he had not only transmigrated but also transmigrated into the Marvel Universe.
From now on, this World would have another Black god.
And he, Arthur, possessing such Power, could do anything he wanted, become anyone he wanted to be.
Now, no one could force him to do anything!
In the distance, the lights of Stark Tower shone like a beacon.
Further away, Arthur's Super Hearing picked up police sirens, explosions, and even the low roar of some kind of giant creature.
This was a dangerous and exciting World, and now, he possessed the Power to dominate it all.
"System, show me my panel."