"Yesterday, a sudden, powerful typhoon struck the Philippine Strait. Torrential rain and tsunamis trapped multiple ships in nearby waters. Meteorological experts said this might have been the fiercest storm in a decade. Since there had been no warning signs beforehand, it had been completely unpredictable from a meteorological standpoint, making it almost miraculous. Experts from all sides are currently investigating whether other external factors caused the abnormal weather. Fortunately, thanks to Superman-Neo's activity, not a single person died in this disaster. Statistics show that Superman-Neo rescued a total of 534 lives during the catastrophe."
When this news report played on the coffee shop television, Jay was standing in the long line before the counter with a breakfast sandwich in his mouth. When the anchor mentioned Superman-Neo's activity, he even forgot to chew, staring at the screen with a smug, foolish grin.
It was not until the young Black man behind him poked him in the back that he came to his senses. "Hey, man. Forward."
Only then did Jay realize that while he had been grinning foolishly, the line had unknowingly moved quite a ways ahead, leaving a gap of five or six people in front of him. He apologized and hurried forward.
At this time every day, the coffee shop had an absurdly long line. It stretched from the counter, winding through two turns inside the shop before trailing all the way out onto the sidewalk. Still, it was worth it, because nowhere within three nearby districts could you buy coffee with a richer flavor than theirs.
A month had passed since Mongor stepped down, and Metropolis had completely accepted Superman-Neo's appearance. The "S" emblem had once again become a regular fixture on The Daily Planet's front page. After recovering and leaving the hospital, Lois Lane had quickly returned