"But don't think this is so cool. When I was very young, when I first awakened to this ability, it was a nightmare."
Reggie The smile on his face gradually faded, and an indelible memory appeared in his eyes.
"Do you know that feeling?"
He paces slowly on the stage,
"My brain has already issued instructions to sprint, but my bones and muscles at that time simply couldn't withstand that speed. As soon as I opened my legs with force, my thigh bone would break directly, or even pierce the skin and break into two pieces."
The audience in the audience shuddered subconsciously.
"In the underground laboratory of Vought, I repeat this kind of life every day. Running, breaking bones, lying in bed waiting for the damn self-healing ability to grow the bones, and then getting out of bed, continuing to run, and continuing to fracture."
Reggie's voice is a little astringent,
"For two whole years, except for being carried to the training room by security, I almost spent the whole time lying on the hospital bed."
The entire open-air stadium was very quiet, and many fans had red eyes.
"Until one day."
Reggie stopped, looked up at the huge broadcast screen above the venue, and his eyes lit up.
"The guard responsible for guarding me went to smoke that day and forgot to turn off the TV. I saw a man wearing Stars and Stripes uniform on the screen."
Reggie took a deep breath and his tone slowly became firm.
"He was flying in the sky, his red cloak was blowing in the wind, he saved people, and he was smiling at the camera."
"In that dark underground cage, that was the first time I saw light."
Reggie held the microphone tightly, his eyes seemed to have traveled halfway around the world, and fell on the tall man.
"From that moment on, John became my idol. I was thinking on the hospital bed that I want my bones to grow quickly and I want to run faster."
"One day, I will catch up in his footsteps."
Reggie stood under the spotlight, his voice and eyes sparkling.
"Finally, I've been waiting for an opportunity."
"A woman named Madelyn came to the ward and asked me to join a place called Vanguard Camp."
Upon hearing this name, the audience looked at each other in shock, obviously feeling very unfamiliar with this word.
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. After all, it was disbanded ten years ago."
Reggie smiled, his eyes softened,
"But for us children, who were living in an underground laboratory where life was worse than death, that place was a turning point in our miserable lives."
He took a deep breath, as if he was recalling some distant taste.
"There, no one forced us to challenge our physiological limits. There were no electric shocks or endless blood draws. Lynn Director and John took us over."
Having said this, Reggie paused for a moment, his eyes turning slightly red.
"They are very good to us, really very good. To us, who are guinea pigs who don't even know who we are, they are like fathers and brothers, giving us a real family."
The tens of thousands of viewers in the audience, as well as the billions of people in front of the screen, were all listening quietly.
"At that time, I thought that the days when my family was with me and I didn't have to worry about losing my limbs every day would last forever."
Reggie lowered his eyes and looked at the stage floor under his feet.
"Until one day many years ago."
"An accident occurred."
Reggie took a deep breath and raised his head.
"In order not to implicate us, he disbanded Vanguard Camp."
"He erased our records at Vought and made us leave there."
Reggie stopped, raised his head, and looked at the night sky.
"The day I left, John was standing at the door of the Manor."
"He told me, Reggie, you are free now, run faster, live your own life, chase your own dreams, and don't look back Vought."
The warmth in his eyes was blown away by the evening breeze and slowly dissipated.
Reggie lowered his head and looked at the fans in the audience.
"So today, I stand here and become Reggie singing to you."
In the picture on the big screen, the young man's figure is thin but extremely tall.
The images on billions of screens flashed again.
This time, the broadcast signal switched to Japan Tokyo.
A Video Camera, which had been set up long ago, was steadily aimed at the young man standing in the corner of the corridor.
When the screen lit up, viewers around the world didn't see a human face.
In the center of the screen, there is only an expanding pink bubble gum.
The bubbles blew bigger and bigger, covering the boy's entire face.
Snap.
There was a crisp crackle.
The pink bubbles burst and stuck to the tip of the boy's nose and corners of his mouth.
Tommy stuck out his tongue and rolled the remaining film into his mouth, and then a cool face with thick dark circles under his eyes officially appeared on the global live broadcast.
He had his hands in the pockets of his black jacket.
"You may not recognize this face."
"You probably haven't heard my voice either."
"However, anyone who knows something about the game should have heard of my record."
Tommy twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, I am the world record holder for most Arcade Machine games on the market."
As soon as this sentence came out, the game players all over the world who were staring at the screen instantly went crazy.
Major game forums and social platforms directly ushered in a tsunami of traffic.
That ghost player who has occupied the top of countless rankings and made the world's top players heartbroken but still unable to surpass him is actually a boy who looks like he is in his teens?
A big departure.
Just when the players were holding their heads and doubting life, Tommy on the screen spoke again.
"I've seen a lot of posts about me online."
Tommy raised his eyelids and looked directly at the camera,
"Many people have left messages below, saying that I must be Supe and cheating with Superpower."
Gamers around the world held their breath subconsciously, even though they already knew the answer the moment Tommy appeared on the screen.
Tommy looked at the camera and suddenly smiled.
"You guessed it right."
"I am indeed a Supe."
There was still a storm on the Internet.
Those professional players who have been trampled under his feet are just about to tap on the keyboard to vent their anger at being deceived by the Superpower cheating dog.
Tommy's next sentence blocked them all back.
"However, my game playing relies solely on my own strength and hand speed. My Superpower has nothing to do with those things."
The words just fell.
Tommy still kept his hands in his pockets without even shaking his shoulders.
He just turned his head casually and glanced at the unfinished can of Coke he had placed on the ground.
The can of Coke that was standing quietly on the floor tiles levitated.
It's like an invisible hand is holding it steadily, drawing a smooth parabola in mid-air.
Clang.
The red Coke can accurately crossed a distance of five to six meters and smashed into the trash can in the distance.