"Thank you, Superman!" A tearful middle-aged woman clutching a child kept bowing, thanking Little Superman for saving her and her child. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd really have been dead. You're a true superhero!"
This was a country near the Mediterranean Sea. Little Superman could not tell whether it was Greece or Turkey. Though he had limitless stamina so long as he basked in sunlight, constant high-intensity work could still tire out his brain.
It was all just fighting, saving people, giving interviews, then leaving to fight somewhere else, repeating the cycle without end.
He was already becoming numb to it, especially since the enemies appearing lately, whether Servants or monsters, had become increasingly strange. Take his opponent just now: an upright wild donkey that fired milky-white beams. That donkey could even rap about Christmas reindeer or something.
What the hell was that singing? Little Superman considered his taste perfectly normal. Eminem's rap was music—what the hell was donkey braying supposed to be?
Little Superman directly cremated the donkey with Heat Vision. While constantly destroying the city, it had also been contaminating people's minds. It seemed especially interested in young mothers with daughters.
"You're welcome. It's what I should do. When faced with a monster like that, everyone has a duty to eliminate it from Earth." Superman gave his standard sunny smile, eight gleaming teeth on display. He helped the woman up, then patted the little girl in her arms on the head. "You're safe now. I've taken care of the bad guy, but I still need to help more people."
That was what he said, but Little Superman did not leave right away. He was waiting for the reporters and cameras to get into position.
He had saved a pitiful mother and an adorable little girl. How