Andrew's First Superhero Experience

Shock! Tony Stark Makes a Domineering Return.

The news of Tony Stark's return caused a massive sensation.

Every newspaper, every self-media outlet, every headline—

All of them were about Tony Stark's comeback.

"How are those two doing with their training?"

"Not bad." Wesker, dressed in a black trench coat, stared expressionlessly at their combat data.

"Then let Andrew suit up in the next few days and play the Super Kid in New York." Nathan Hawke took a sip of his milk tea. "I know you can handle it." His tone was low.

Wesker shook his head. "I don't have high hopes for him."

Nathan Hawke spoke earnestly, "I know. He's still a child at heart. But that's exactly what I need. He'll show his flaws."

Wesker turned to look at him.

He pondered for a moment.

"As long as you know what you're doing." With that, he strode away.

Nathan Hawke gave a wry smile, remembering himself before he transmigrated.

He was just as childish, just as innocent—until he got taught a harsh lesson.

The doors to the Combat Laboratory swung open.

Translucent stumbled out, trembling, muttering to himself, "Pain... it hurts so much."

Nathan Hawke suddenly recalled that this guy had been killed by a bomb shoved up his ass. He wondered just what level of agony that was.

Had anyone ever tried it?

"Boss, good to see you!" Translucent spotted Nathan Hawke and immediately put on a fawning smile.

Disgusting. Nathan Hawke waved a hand.

"Have you read the plan?"

"Read it, read it. I've got this plan down cold. I guarantee I'll pull it off flawlessly." Translucent puffed out his chest and patted it proudly. Wasn't this just a knockoff of the Super Seven? Child's play.

In the past few days, Translucent hadn't spent all his time outside chasing women. He'd actually taken a good look at this world.

Just ordinary people. No problem.

Nathan Hawke could tell at a glance what was going through his mind.

Forget it. He'd learn after he got burned.

Even though there had been American Ass and Captain Marvel before Iron Man, It was the world after Iron Man that was the most familiar—one where all kinds of "supernatural" beings kept popping up.

"You're different from Andrew. Besides your invisibility, you need to learn how to use all kinds of weapons." Nathan Hawke raised an eyebrow.

"Ah!" Translucent felt a massive headache coming on.

"Hm?" Nathan Hawke shot him a cold glare.

"Got it, boss. Mission guaranteed." Translucent immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Alright. This world runs deep. Don't go getting yourself killed." Leaving that remark behind, Nathan Hawke stood up and walked out of the Combat Laboratory.

Only the dazed Translucent remained, mulling over Nathan Hawke's parting words.

"Was that a warning... or is it real?"

Hi everyone, my name is Andrew, and today is the day I officially become a superhero.

Even though my official debut isn't far off, I still need to become a superhero first.

With a flicker of Psychic Power, the character profile flew in front of me, and a donut floated from the snack bag to my mouth.

I munched away while silently memorizing my persona.

After finishing that, there were still Super Kid's character lines, superhero lingo, things I shouldn't do, and the superhero code of conduct.

"Aaaahhh~"

"So annoying!"

With that, my Psychic Power was about to erupt completely.

But suddenly, I thought of Nathan Hawke and Wesker. The profile and the donut all dropped to the floor.

"Phew~"

Andrew let out a long breath.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought about running away. But remembering what I'd done in my previous world—

Where would I even go if I ran? Did I know how to make money?

Sure, I did. Of course I did.

Rob a bank? Illegal. No good.

Andrew immediately tossed that idea out.

With telekinesis this strong, being a bodyguard was a solid fit.

No, still working for someone else—might as well listen to Nathan Hawke.

Why not start his own company? He had the strength, just like Wesker. No, he didn't have the business sense for that. And it was too much trouble. Better off like this—eating, playing, having fun.

Besides, being a superhero was way too cool.

He'd had this thought for a while.

But not being able to do it his way? That sucked.

The superhero costume was pretty lame too.

With a flick of his hand, the black-and-white Superhero Suit flew over. Black and white—supposedly to match New York's colors. A black cape fluttered behind. White combat boots, black pants, a white top. And finally, the black V-shaped mask.

Call me Super Kid, or Super Kid V, or Super V.

He put on the suit and activated his telekinesis.

"Super Kid's here!"

"Hurry, call 911!"

An apartment building was now blazing with fierce flames, the fire spreading endlessly outward.

A crowd rushed out in a panic.

But one woman was frantic, tears streaming as she shouted, "My child is still up there, still up there!"

As the fire spread, thick smoke billowed from the entire building, flames shooting high into the air. The surrounding streets and buildings grew heavy with the threat of fire, the air thick with the smell of smoke.

Fire trucks arrived.

The crowd's eyes lit up.

Firefighters got out and began their desperate efforts, vehicles and equipment weaving through the scene. Wearing protective gear, they did everything to contain the blaze. Onlookers stood nearby, terrified, not daring to approach the fire. Chaos and anxiety filled the entire area.

"My child! The fire's about to reach my home!"

"My child, my child is up there!"

Everyone followed her gaze. A boy, six or seven years old, was crying on the apartment balcony railing, screaming for help.

In an instant, the woman broke free from those holding her back and tried to rush up.

"Whoa!"

"Look, look! What's that?"

Suddenly, gasps erupted behind her. Some people even pulled out their phones to record.

The woman turned in shock, following their stares.

That direction... that seemed to be her home?

She looked up. A figure floated in front of her.

The woman gasped, her legs going weak. She barely managed to stay upright, struggling not to collapse.

"Hey there, little buddy. I'm Super V. You can call me Super V big brother." Andrew gave a thumbs-up, pointing at himself.

As for the name Super Kid—forget it. Calling himself 'kid' in front of this little guy? That'd be lame.

"Are you a superhero?" The boy suddenly forgot his tears and his danger, staring wide-eyed at the black-and-white hero before him.

"That's right. I'm here to save you." Andrew pressed his right hand down. With a crack, he pushed an entire window frame inward.

Picking up the boy, Andrew said confidently, "Big brother's gonna fly you out."

"Let's go!"

"Wheeee!" The boy laughed joyfully, experiencing this amazing moment.

Flying through the air, Andrew quickly scanned the scene below. A woman was watching them, tears in her eyes.

"I think that's my mom," the boy's voice came from beside him.

"Then let's go find mom, okay?" The boy looked at the superhero holding him and nodded firmly. "Okay."

"Here we go!"

Andrew dove straight down, landing sharply in front of the woman.

"My baby, my baby!"

The woman shouted loudly but hesitated to step forward.

"Mom!" the boy called out. Andrew handed the child to her.

The sound of cameras clicking filled the air.

"Thank you. Who are you?" the woman asked, not knowing how to address him.

"Super V. Yeah, call me Super V." The title Super Kid absolutely could not be used—it wasn't cool at all. Andrew thought to himself.

"Thank you, Super V." The woman wept with joy.

"Seriously, look, it's a superpowered person."

"Mom, I met a superhero."

"For real, if I'm lying, I'll eat my own shit."

"This world has superpowered people. Wanna bet? Bet your third leg."

Andrew listened to the crowd slowly gathering around, phones held up, recording, and began to float gently into the air.

"I'm Super V, your friendly neighbor." With that, he shot straight up into the sky.

Nathan Hawke, inside his office, suddenly felt a faint ripple stirring within his body.

Unlike those system-type powers.

As long as Nathan Hawke and the villains he summoned did things that earned them fame.

Then, when the time came to summon again.

Nathan Hawke could feel a summoning force surging in his heart.

You could say this Golden Finger was quite the coward.

And now, Nathan Hawke could feel that summoning force nearly full.

"Almost there, almost there."

Who would be next?

Nathan Hawke was very eager to find out, though he just hoped it wouldn't be another villain with the same vibe as Translucent.

Meanwhile.

Inside Obadiah Stane's office.

Obadiah Stane furiously swept all the papers off his desk onto the floor.

"Damn Tony, damn Tony Stark."

"I'm your godfather. When your parents died, I was the pillar holding up the sky for you."

"This company isn't your personal property, nor your one-man show."

"Shutting down the weapons R&D department."

Obadiah Stane's face twisted in rage.

Suddenly, he turned his head and noticed the mirror on the table.

Staring at his own contorted expression.

Then he gave a faint smile.

"It's fine."

"It's fine."

"Those bastards couldn't kill you."

"Then I will."

And our protagonist, Tony Stark.

Was throwing a party. But the beautiful women and the festivities he usually loved now felt utterly dull.

After the party ended, he went to his lab and once again studied the blueprints of the suit he had designed.

"Sir, there is a video I recommend you watch."

"What is it?" Tony Stark frowned. Jarvis actually had a video he wanted him to see. Tony Stark snapped his fingers.

"Alright, show me the video."

The video began to play.

"A fire? What's there to see?" Watching an apartment building burning in the footage, Tony Stark moved to turn it off.

"Sir, I suggest you wait a few more seconds. This is a program you set for me, and I must inform you to watch this video."

"Fine, fine." Though Tony Stark had already forgotten what he had programmed Jarvis to force him to watch.

A few seconds later.

Tony Stark's jaw dropped.

"No way!"

Though shocked, he knew—if this was special effects, he'd melt Jarvis down for scrap.

"Superpowers, huh."

Tony Stark replayed the video over and over, studying every single frame.