Famous Overnight

"Help! Help!"

The moment Jerry rushed onto the fourth floor and activated Superman Mode, his five senses greatly heightened, he heard what seemed to be faint cries for help coming from a room not far away.

Not daring to delay,

With a thought, he rode his flying broomstick, swiftly dodging the stones and steel that had fallen into the hallway from the intense flames, and arrived before a red-hot iron door.

"Full Speed Repulsion!"

A Knockback Charm blasted the loosened iron door away. Jerry charged through the flames into the room and found a young woman in a bathrobe in the tiled, steam-filled bathroom, covering her mouth and nose with a wet towel.

The woman had likely inhaled some smoke. Her eyes were unfocused, and her cries for help were growing weaker. If he had arrived any later, she probably would have passed out and been swallowed by the flames, becoming nothing more than a corpse.

"Water and Fire Repelling!"

After casting a Water and Fire Repelling Spell on the woman in the bathrobe, Jerry offered no explanation. He simply picked her up, placed her on the flying broomstick, and flew out through the room's window against the flames.

"She's in your hands!"

After landing and handing the woman in the bathrobe to the police officers maintaining order, he charged back into the flames on his broomstick before they could react.

These were all Little Red Stars. Saving one less person meant one less Little Red Star.

After searching for a while, he found two young men by the elevator entrance. They had probably tried to escape by elevator when the fire broke out, only to be knocked unconscious by the smoke.

With a Water and Fire Repelling Spell and a Levitation Charm, Jerry grabbed one arm from each man and flew out through the flames on his broomstick.

Like that, he went back and forth between the fourth floor, fifth floor, and the already half-burned sixth floor, rescuing more than twenty residents—men and women, young and old—who had been trapped by the flames or overcome by smoke.

During that time, the fire department finally arrived. Several fire engines sprayed water at once, and the blaze was eventually brought under control.

After Jerry finally set down an elderly couple on the sixth-floor rooftop, who had been holding each other as they prepared to face death together,

The onlooking citizens and the police officers maintaining order all silently raised their hands and applauded him.

Listening to the applause filled with gratitude around him, for one moment, he even felt that it might not be so bad even without Little Red Stars.

But he quickly shook his head and cast aside that dangerous thought.

He was not truly powerful or invincible yet. He was only a tiny bit stronger than ordinary people. He absolutely could not entertain such dangerously self-righteous thoughts.

Being a saint was not something an ordinary person could do. He should take care of himself first!

"Thank you so much this time. What should I call you? Wizard?"

At that moment, a police officer in a sergeant's uniform walked up to Jerry, gratitude written across his face.

"Hass?"

Seeing who it was, Jerry froze for a moment before quickly replying,

"Wizard. I like that title. I have studied magic since I was young, all so I could perform Acts of Bravery and help others!"

Right, Hass was a sergeant. With such a major fire in Queens, of course he would come.

"To have such awareness at your age is truly admirable!"

Hass first sighed in admiration, then said somewhat awkwardly,

"However, you'll have to come to the station with us. We need to register your identity!"

"Sorry, my situation is special. I can't go back with you. My apologies!"

How could Jerry possibly go back to the station with Hass to register his identity? With the confidentiality standards of an ordinary police station, any moderately capable hacker could break in and get his information.

Before Hass could react, Jerry grabbed his flying broomstick and shot into the sky, vanishing from everyone's sight.

Lucy and the other reporters, who had only just managed to squeeze their way in, all came up empty-handed.

Jerry would not accept interviews. If Hass had not appeared just now, he would have already left on his broomstick.

The more he said, the more likely he was to make a mistake. He was not a professional spy or a master psychological analyst. One careless remark that he considered unimportant could reveal some of his information.

After Jerry vanished, a trace of confusion appeared in Hass's eyes.

"Why does that Wizard's voice sound so familiar?"

"Captain, what are you talking about?"

Seeing Hass muttering to himself, one of his team members leaned over curiously.

"Nothing. Hurry up and arrange for the ambulances to take the injured to the hospital!"

Driving the strange thought from his mind, Hass hurriedly ordered the police officer.

"But are we just letting that Wizard go? What about Director George?"

"What can I do? Didn't you see that he can fly? Fly! Can we fly? Stop talking nonsense and hurry up with the rescue. If there's a problem, let the Director come find me later!"

After leaving the fire scene, Jerry guided his flying broomstick high into the sky, then opened his status panel.

Seeing the more than three thousand Little Red Stars added to it, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

Saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda. He had saved more than twenty people at the fire scene and earned over three thousand Little Red Stars—more than he had earned from a whole week of painstaking nighttime patrols combined.

Sure enough, the larger the disaster, the more Little Red Stars he could gain by taking part in it.

Actually, Jerry had tested it before. If he created a disaster himself and then stepped in, he could also obtain Little Red Stars.

For example, if he set a building on fire and then rescued people from it, he could farm Little Red Stars.

But ever since discovering this bug, Jerry had secretly resolved that no matter what happened, he would never use it to farm Little Red Stars, because that was the bottom line.

Today, he could set a fire, rescue people, and farm Little Red Stars. Tomorrow, he could kill people with a clear conscience to gain Little Red Stars.

Once Pandora's Box was opened, it would be difficult to close again.

Human desire had no end. If he did not know how to restrain it properly, then one day, he would become a madman bewitched by power.

By then, perhaps he would even willingly sacrifice the people he loved most, so long as it gave him power.

That was something he absolutely never wanted to see.

His original purpose in gaining power was to protect himself and the people he loved, not to gain power for power's sake.

More importantly, there was no such thing as a secret that could never be exposed. If he did something like that, he would be discovered sooner or later. Then he really would become a genuine supervillain.

In the Marvel world, how many villains ever lived to the end?

Returning to the abandoned warehouse, Jerry stuffed the Wizard Suit and the flying broomstick into his guitar case. He put on his hat, slung the guitar case over his back, carefully avoided surveillance cameras and crowds, and returned to his residential complex.

However, just as he pushed open the door to go inside, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side.

"Jerry, how could you go out and have fun alone without taking me with you!"

Looking closer, it turned out to be Elsa, who had woken from her nap, searched the whole house for him, and was now puffing with anger.