Clark had been teleported to New York.
When he stepped out of the deserted alleyway, he immediately drew countless stares.
The moment someone saw him, they gave him a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "Bro, you really look the part!"
Clark could only respond with a bashful smile.
Then, some people pulled out their phones to take pictures, while others stepped forward to ask for photos with him.
Before long, layers upon layers of onlookers had gathered around Clark.
They all voiced similar sentiments.
"He looks so much like him!"
"Oh my God, his physique is absolutely perfect!"
"His muscles really are as solid as steel."
"His butt is so perky! Just like Captain America's!"
"I suddenly really want to go up and give it a squeeze."
"DC should cast him as Superman."
"Sir, I'm a talent scout. Are you interested in playing the real Superman on the big screen?"
At first, the discussion had sounded fairly normal, but the ensuing commotion made Clark's cheeks flush with embarrassment.
When he heard the word "Superman," he immediately looked at the woman who claimed to be a talent scout.
"You know Superman?"
Before the female scout could answer, everyone else began shouting at once, "We all know him!"
"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't know Superman?"
"He was my childhood idol!"
"He was my father's childhood idol too!"
The talent scout squeezed through the crowd with all her strength and arrived before Clark. "Sir, listen to me. You look exactly like Superman! What's your name?"
"...Clark Kent."
"Wow, oh my God, I almost thought Superman himself had appeared. You don't look like you're acting or imitating anyone at all. You're practically a living Superman!!"
Clark: "..."
Clark was a little dumbfounded. He did not understand why the people of this world clearly