Announcing to the World as a God!

"Mom, Dad, come out and see God... no, wait, see Superman!"

In the living room, a boy only a few years old was staring at the TV, where the footage seemed to shake from the cameraman's trembling hands in that moment of excitement. He shouted excitedly toward his parents.

"This kid, has he gone stupid from reading too many comics? How many times have I told you—there's no such thing as Superman, and no Ultraman either!"

Hearing the boy's shout, his father walked toward the living room carrying a plate of freshly washed apples, lecturing his silly son as he came.

"And another thing, where did you pick up this habit of lying? This is the second time already. It's a serious problem!"

The boy's father plopped down on the sofa, scolding his son about not lying while taking a bite out of one of the apples he'd just washed.

"Huh? Which company's new Superman movie is this? The special effects aren't bad, but the picture's too blurry—can't even make out the actor's face."

"And the camera's shaking like crazy. The cinematographer must have Parkinson's or something."

He then watched the fuzzy images on TV with interest, offering his critique.

"Dad, this is real."

The boy held his ground. He had never lied or deceived anyone. Not last time, either!

"This kid, your mother really needs to straighten you out."

"Quick, switch the channel back. I still want to watch that press conference from earlier... Huh? Holy crap, this is the press conference?"

Suddenly realizing the channel hadn't been changed, the father was stunned by what he saw on screen.

Because it was indeed the live footage of the press conference!

At that moment, the entire press conference venue, packed with hundreds of people, fell into dead silence as that figure appeared.

Everyone lifted their heads to gaze at the sky, staring at that awe-inspiring silhouette, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Even though, just moments before this, some had still questioned whether Superman could possibly exist in reality.

But now, with a person standing before them, hovering in midair like a god, his eyes glowing with red light as he looked down at everything below, as if gazing upon a swarm of ants, radiating authority, radiating a terror that chilled the soul—

at that moment, hardly anyone dared to voice a doubt.

"Are... are you really... Superman? Or just some charlatan fooling the world?"

Yet, there were always the "brave" ones, especially among a crowd of reporters.

When one reporter slowly spoke up, his tone full of skepticism, asking the figure in the sky if he was truly Superman—

"What a reckless idiot. Does he really think reality is as nice as a comic book?"

"If I had powers like Superman's, I'd have used them to conquer the world long ago."

The next moment, every reporter around him instinctively backed away several meters, terrified that this fool's comeuppance might drag them down too.

Sure enough, as his skeptical words left his mouth, the figure in the sky slowly turned his gaze toward him.

And those eyes, already radiating a soul-shaking crimson light, suddenly intensified!

Ssssh!

In an instant, a scorching Heat Vision tore through the air, carving a checkmark-shaped gash into the ground right at the questioning reporter's feet.

If the trajectory of the Heat Vision had shifted even slightly, his legs would have been severed on the spot.

Having answered the doubt with action, that terrifying figure shot straight into the clouds, accelerating without restraint and breaking the sound barrier in an instant.

BOOM!

A thunderous blast nearly shattered everyone's eardrums.

Wheeeee...

The ringing in their ears took nearly a full minute to subside.

And by then, when the crowd turned to look at that brave soul who had dared to question, they found him sitting on the ground in utter terror, a wet patch spreading between his legs.

The truth was, he wasn't brave—just naive.

High above in the distant sky.

Code
Congratulations, Host. Mission successfully completed.

Declare your existence to the world in the guise of a deity.

Reward: 500 points. Solar absorption efficiency increased fivefold for the next month.

It wasn't that Peter enjoyed showing off his abilities in such a flashy way—it was that the system was simply offering too much.

So much so that he hadn't even finished breakfast before telling Uncle Ben and Aunt May he was going back to his room.

Then he flew straight to the press conference venue without a moment's delay, completing the limited-time mission the system had suddenly dropped on him.

After all, the 500 points rewarded for completing this task alone were five times the points he had earned from previous tasks.

Not to mention the buff that lasted a full month afterward.

Although this buff's effect was only half of the previous one, its duration made up for it.

With this sunlight-absorption buff active, Peter even felt he could awaken all his yet-unlocked abilities within a month.

By then, he would truly become a God Among Men with no weaknesses.

Just as Peter was fantasizing about the power he'd wield after fully awakening all his Superman abilities, the system's voice rang out again.

As a Superman/Homelander, possessing great power also requires equipment and facilities that boost your confidence.

The following life mainline series tasks are now released.

As a Superman, how could you lack your own exclusive cool battle suit?

Requirement: Create your own exclusive battle suit. No restrictions on materials, style, production method, or participants.

Reward: Rewards will be given based on the suit's level of coolness. (Note: New mainline tasks will only refresh after this task is completed.)

"A new task? And it's a mainline task? Looks like there are more mainline tasks after this one."

"Create my own battle suit? Isn't that basically a free reward?"

After all, this task had no restrictions whatsoever. Even if Peter used the hastily found clothes he was wearing now as his finished battle suit, he could complete the task instantly.

But the reward for completing it that way probably wouldn't be very generous.

"Still, it's about time I made a suit of my own. I can't just keep stealing clothes every time I go out as Superman."

"If people found out that I, a dignified God Among Men, was swiping clothes left and right, how embarrassing would that be?"

Receiving the latest task from the system, Peter couldn't help but think to himself.

The system's timing was perfect—he'd already been thinking about making his own suit.

He just hadn't gotten around to it yet, since he'd only gained flight yesterday.