As Arthur willed it, a panel immediately appeared.
"Ding! The Silver Superman Template has been loaded."
A translucent blue interface unfolded before his eyes, densely packed with data and ability descriptions.
"Host: Arthur."
"Template: Silver Age Superman Template (Complete form, and without upper limit)."
"Energy Source: Activated and continuously enhanced by yellow Sun radiation."
"Armor Status: Kryptonian military and technology combined armor (Completeness 100%)."
"Wish Fulfillment: The host can understand this as the power of 'I think, therefore I can'. As long as you think it, you can possess any ability. However, the host needs to utilize it more; do not give up if it doesn't succeed the first time."
"Super Strength: Can easily lift planetary-level objects, pull star chains, and is continuously growing. If you're in a good mood, you can even make the Earth wander."
"Superman: Exceeds the speed of light at full power, and without upper limit."
"Super Endurance: Nearly infinite stamina."
"Steel Body: Immune to physical damage. Except for grand mages, ordinary magic users cannot harm you. Kryptonite has no effect on you."
"Super Self-Healing: Rapidly recovers from any physical damage. Even if magic causes you harm, it just slows down the recovery speed."
"Super Vision… Super Hearing… Super…"
"Heat Vision: Eyes release high-temperature plasma beams (Maximum temperature exceeds the Sun's surface, and without upper limit)."
"Ice Breath: Exhales ultra-low temperature gas approaching absolute Zero."
"Biological Force Field: A versatile Biological Force Field that can achieve unexpected things."
"Super Brain: As long as you wish, you can learn the knowledge of a dozen galaxies within ten seconds."
"Universe Space Survival: No need to breathe, can withstand extreme environments."
"Current Unlock: 100%."
"Potential Development: 15%, and without upper limit."
… … … .
Arthur browsed these dazzling ability descriptions, his heart involuntarily quickening.
This was simply the configuration of a walking god!
He couldn't help but ask, "System, can I use all these abilities at any time? Are there any restrictions?"
"Answering the host: All Silver Superman abilities are unlocked. The host can use them at any time, but the host might need more practice."
"What do you mean?" Arthur frowned.
"When the host uses Heat Vision now, he might directly penetrate the Earth's crust due to improper power control.
When moving at Superman, he might destroy buildings along the path due to an unfamiliarity with his Biological Force Field.
Improper use of Super Strength might lead to crushing objects that should have been protected."
Arthur smiled, "So I'm currently a baby holding a nuclear bomb button?"
"A fitting analogy. The system recommends the host undergo ability adaptation training, which might take one minute."
"Wait, you haven't told me what you are exactly? Why did you choose me?" Arthur suddenly thought of this crucial question.
"This system is a cross-dimensional Superman inheritance system, aiming to find suitable hosts to inherit Kryptonian civilization's legacy. Selection criteria include: genetic compatibility, performance in crisis moments, and potential for future development."
"So my performance in the car accident impressed you?" Arthur found it a bit amusing.
"Accuracy rate 87.6%. The host's calmness and will to survive when facing death met the standard. At the same time, the host's deep desire to change himself was detected."
"The host being caught by the gang was a bug; the host was body-swapped."
This sentence made Arthur silent; he looked down at the city below.
The nightclubs, luxury cars, and women that once captivated him now seemed within easy reach.
Perhaps this transmigration really was a chance for a fresh start?
No!
I'll do whatever I want!
Without desires, wouldn't that make him a saint? That wasn't his ideal!
"System, what specific functions do you have? Besides giving me superpowers."
"The host can choose to complete or not complete tasks assigned by the system. Completing specific objectives can earn additional rewards."
"Current task: Use new abilities."
"Reward: 500 points."
Arthur took a deep breath, though he didn't actually need to breathe now.
The cold air filling his lungs made him feel unusually clear-headed.
He suddenly turned his gaze eastward, his Super Vision penetrating the clouds, seeing the rising morning Sun.
"So I'm a Superman now," Arthur said softly.
"A Superman in black armor."
He slowly raised his hand; the sunlight flowed over the black armor, and the black cape fluttered without wind.
At this moment, in this dangerous Marvel Universe, he would exist with a brand new identity.
Arthur's voice became firm, "From today on, I am no longer that ordinary person, Arthur."
"Now, it's time to settle scores with Kingpin!"
He closed his eyes, his Super Hearing spreading like ripples, and the sounds of the entire city flooded into his ears.
"Find that guy in the black armor!" a deep voice came from the southwest.
Arthur suddenly opened his eyes, his Super Vision instantly penetrating the building walls several kilometers away, locking onto a scene inside a luxurious office.
A bald man, built like a mountain, was speaking to his subordinates. His iconic White suit and cane undoubtedly identified him.
Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin.
"No need to search, I've come myself." Arthur's eyes were cold.
The next second, his figure suddenly accelerated, breaking the sound barrier without producing any sonic boom.
His Biological Force Field precisely controlled the Impact.
With just a casual acceleration, 0.1 seconds later, he was hovering outside Kingpin's office in the night sky, staring at the underground emperor through the bulletproof glass.
Kingpin's pupils sharply contracted, and his right hand subtly moved towards the alarm button under the table.
"Press it," Arthur's voice clearly penetrated the glass into the room.
"The result will be the same anyway."
"Bang!"
Arthur blew lightly, and the tempered glass, said to withstand cannon fire, shattered like thin Ice.
He floated in, his black cape fluttering without wind.
The bodyguards in the office reacted swiftly; five handguns fired simultaneously.
The bullets stopped ten centimeters from Arthur's body, as if hitting an invisible wall, clattering onto the carpet.
"This is impossible!" a bodyguard exclaimed.
The next second, the Biological Force Field pressed all the bodyguards to the ground simultaneously, and they stopped breathing.
Kingpin slowly stood up, his massive physique like a mountain of flesh.
There was no panic on his face; instead, he revealed a sinister smile: "Very good, you're the one who killed my twelve subordinates?"
"Are you done talking?"
Arthur shrugged, his body slowly lifted off the ground, hovering until he was eye-level with the over two-meter-tall Kingpin. (Protagonist 192cm)
"Die, monster!"
Kingpin suddenly erupted, his thick arm swinging his cane with a speed uncharacteristic of his build.
The steel cane, crafted from fine steel, smashed towards Arthur's temple with a whooshing sound.
"Clap!"
Arthur didn't use his Biological Force Field; instead, he caught the cane with one hand, without even swaying.
"Do you know?"
Arthur said softly, "I can hear your accelerating heartbeat, and see the cold sweat seeping from your pores."
His fingers applied slight pressure, and the steel cane was flattened like playdough. "You're afraid."
A flicker of terror finally crossed Kingpin's eyes, but it vanished instantly.
He abruptly released the cane, stepped back, and pressed a button on his wristwatch: "You think this is over? The entire building has fifty fully armed…"
Arthur suddenly appeared in front of Kingpin, moving as fast as teleportation.
He single-handedly grabbed Kingpin's neck, effortlessly lifting the three-hundred-plus-pound strongman.
"I'm in a hurry," Arthur said.
Crack
With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Kingpin's head twisted to an impossible angle, and the light in his eyes rapidly faded.
Arthur released his grip, and the body of New York's underground emperor fell heavily to the ground.