Over the next few days, Yan Shuangying chose not to sit around at home doing nothing.
He kept track of the aftermath of every supernatural incident.
That included the aftermath of the giant monster incident on the West Coast.
Yan Shuangying turned on the television.
"A major meteorite disaster struck the West Coast last week, accompanied by powerful earthquakes and tsunamis. The damage is difficult to estimate..."
"For more details, we turn to our reporter on the scene..."
Yan Shuangying changed the channel.
"Let's welcome the renowned geologist..."
"I believe this was a once-in-a-century meteorite strike. Who knows how many years it's been since a similar impact occurred?"
"..."
The other television channels offered much the same coverage of the incident.
Although the public already knew that supernatural powers existed, maintaining stability meant that news of monsters devastating vast stretches of the West Coast could not be allowed to spread.
Letting the media broadcast it freely was even more out of the question.
Through the combined efforts of the military, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the FBI, the West Coast incident had been reduced to a meteorite strike, earthquakes, and tsunamis.
After all, even Ultraman was only around fifty or sixty meters tall. From far enough away, he looked like nothing more than a red dot.
The battle had been so dangerous and intense that no ordinary person could have filmed it up close.
Over the next few days, Yan Shuangying more or less got a handle on the superpower he had vaguely sensed within himself.
Overall, his skills differed from conventional martial arts or kung fu. They seemed closer to supernatural abilities.
He sensed that activating his skills required a firearm. If he aimed a gun at someone, it felt as though he was guaranteed to hit them.
Frowning, Yan Shuangying drew