The Thunder God Who Fell From the Sky (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Time flew by, and nearly half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Our hero—Superman—hasn't appeared in public for several days now, but his existence alone has reduced the city's crime rate by eighty percent. Mr. President has even publicly stated that he intends to personally award Superman the World Peace Prize..."

"Oscorp Industries reached a cooperation agreement with the military the day before yesterday, and will soon provide the military with futuristic single-soldier combat equipment..."

"The Stark Industries Bio-Genetic Laboratory was established a few days ago. According to nearby personnel, bloodcurdling screams can often be heard coming from inside at night..."

"Billionaire Tony Stark hasn't been seen in public for nearly a month. According to a Mysterious Person, he's actually been kidnapped..."

He casually scanned the newspaper freshly printed this morning. Unsurprisingly, Superman's name dominated the Front Page Headline.

Thanks to the relentless promotion by the media and newspapers, from Eighty-Year-Old Grandfathers down to Three-Year-Old Children, almost everyone had heard of Superman's existence.

Every day during school, Peter could hear Passersby discussing him.

Still, this didn't have too much of an impact on his daily life.

He continued going to school normally during the day and sneaking off to the Antarctic Secret Laboratory at night.

After the Energy Problem was solved, the Nano-Suit's development progressed very smoothly. It could now condense into a suit form, though the speed at which the Nanoparticles assembled into the suit was still slow.

It took a full several minutes to completely stabilize its Molecular Structure and form the shape.

Reed and the Scientists were now working on how to speed up the Nanoparticles' ability to build Molecular Structures.

As for Tony, after successfully creating the Arc Reactor, he had turned his attention to solving the algorithms for the Nano-Suit's various shape changes.

In short, in a little more time, Peter's Nano-Suit would be finished.

Though today was the weekend, Peter had been invited to a special Technology Exhibition before school let out yesterday.

Gwen's New Mentor was preparing to showcase his Latest Scientific Achievement, the result of over a decade of research, in front of the media.

"Sure enough, this world is always full of malice toward Spider-Man."

"She just lost one mentor who might have turned into a villain, and now she's found another professor who's also going to become a villain to be her mentor."

On his way to the exhibition, Peter couldn't help but feel exhausted on behalf of Spider-Woman, Gwen.

Maybe she was the Child of the World in this world—trouble always found her on its own.

"Still, Doctor Octopus's Artificial Sun seems more appealing to me."

The reason he agreed to attend this special Technology Exhibition was entirely because Peter needed to confirm something in person—something very important to him.

"Can the Artificial Sun, like the real sun, grant me the power to grow stronger?"

Meanwhile, in a Hospital Ward decorated in a vintage style.

A Perfectly Built Man was lying on a Hospital Bed. Even wearing a Vest, his strong Muscle Outline was clearly visible.

A Vintage Radio was playing a Baseball Game from a long time ago.

Suddenly, the man on the bed began to shake violently.

He kept muttering something under his breath, as if trapped in some Bad Memory.

The next moment, his eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly from the bed.

"Where... is this place?"

He looked around the ward with a confused expression, scanning the surroundings.

"This game?"

Listening closely to the familiar-sounding game commentary coming from the Vintage Radio, his already puzzled expression grew even more serious.

"Good morning, Captain Rogers."

A Nurse in a Vintage Nurse Uniform walked in, smiling as she greeted the man who had just woken up.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

The man looked at the Nurse with a wary gaze, his tone cold as he questioned her.

"This is a Surgery Recovery Room in New York City..."

The Nurse answered without hesitation. After all, this really was New York City, only...

As the Vintage Radio announced the final result of the Baseball Game, the man, who had been relatively calm until now, could no longer keep his composure.

"Where am I right now? What is this place?"

He stood up fully. At nearly 1.9 Meters tall, with an incredibly muscular build, he exuded a strong Sense of Oppression.

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

Under his interrogation, the Nurse's expression turned flustered.

"This game was held in May 1941."

"I know, because I was there at the time!"

The man pressed on, his expression turning fierce.

Boom!

The next moment, the door burst open as two armed men rushed in and charged at him.

Though just awakened, as a battle-hardened Captain America, his strength and combat skills were far beyond what ordinary people could match.

He easily took down the two armed men.

Steve Rogers didn't hesitate to bolt out of that suspicious hospital room.

He then found himself in a large hall full of staff.

Staring at the unfamiliar people and surroundings, Steve finally realized he seemed to have arrived somewhere he could barely accept.

The next moment, desperate to figure out where he was, he charged straight out of the hall and onto an incredibly bustling street.

Back in the hall's surveillance room, Nick Fury and Coulson watched the monitor without blinking as Captain America burst out of the building.

"Director, why didn't you take my advice and use a different year's baseball game? Why deliberately leave such an obvious flaw?"

Coulson was puzzled. He'd already warned Nick Fury that Captain America, being a baseball fan, likely knew the process and outcome of the 1941 baseball game. Why insist on using it?

"Coulson, what we need is a Captain America who can accept reality as soon as possible, not a wounded man who just woke up and needs psychological treatment."

"Some things are easier for him to accept if he discovers them himself, rather than us telling him."

"Come on, it's time we went to meet this old fossil."

At that moment, Steve stood on the bustling street.

He looked at the towering buildings around him and the screens on them, which kept playing footage of a Superman flying in the sky battling a green monster with a vicious face. His expression was full of shock and disbelief.

"Is that Superman?"

Watching Superman in the sky use his signature Heat Vision, Steve's worldview completely shattered in that instant.

He didn't know if those images were movies or real scenes.

He just had a feeling that his sleep had been a bit too long.

Suddenly, countless black cars surrounded him.

A man with an eyepatch, not a single hair on his head, looking like a black boiled egg, slowly walked up to him.

"Take it easy, Captain."

"I apologize for that little show just now, but it's better for you to learn everything gradually."

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Coulson couldn't help but twitch his face.

No wonder he was the director...

"You've been asleep for about seventy years."

"And during that time, this world has changed immensely, almost beyond your imagination."

Listening to Nick Fury's explanation, hearing that seventy years had passed, thinking about Carter waiting for him to come back and dance together, Steve's face showed a deeply sorrowful expression.

"I missed a dance..."

Boom!

A massive rainbow beam of light suddenly crashed down from the sky.

"You said those changes beyond my imagination—does that include the guy holding the hammer?"

But before Steve could even finish his lament, he pointed behind Nick Fury at a figure in silver armor, crackling with lightning.

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