Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

New York during World War II.

In a dimly lit movie theater, a black-and-white war mobilization advertisement was presented to everyone before the movie was played.

Either with reverence or disdain, but everyone was staring at the screen, and no one noticed that a foreigner who did not belong to this land suddenly appeared in the empty corner seat.

English was constantly speaking in his ears. Looking at the face with distinctive features under the blurred light and shadow, Lincoln fell into silence.

One second he was sitting on a soft sofa chair, and the next second he appeared inexplicably in this movie theater with a distinctive last century style.

And what's worse is that the place where he appeared was actually a foreign country?

The black and white picture, the war mobilization advertisement, and then looking at the frail young man who was dragged out by the collar by a tall gangster, he instantly understood his situation.

One coincidence is normal, and two coincidences can be explained, but three, four or more coincidences generally only appear in fantasy works.

Although the world he lives in now is indeed a work of fantasy.

The black and white movies of the last century were not something Lincoln could appreciate. After pondering for a moment, he stood up and left the cinema without anyone noticing him.

The moment he walked out of the movie exhibition hall, Lincoln felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

Without him, the clothes that do not belong to this era and the oriental face are enough to attract the curious and questioning eyes of many people.

Lincoln's face twitched twice, he lowered his head to cover his face, quickened his pace, and walked out of the movie theater and onto the street in a few seconds.

The sun penetrated the clouds and shone down. It was not bright, but the moment it touched Lincoln, a strange power was born in his body.

From bones to skin, his body was transforming from the inside out, just like a piece of pig iron turning into a piece of refined steel through constant burning and forging.

"This is....."

Lincoln's eyes were full of strange brilliance. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the gradually smooth muscle lines, then looked up at the tomorrow hanging in the sky: "Superman's ability?"

With a hint of joy and expectation in his heart, his eyes swept across the crowd, and finally focused on a wall. He focused his eyes slightly, trying to use his perspective ability to see through the thick wall.

But as his vision and attention continued to focus, he noticed the dark lines one after another before the wall was completely seen through.

A thin golden light floated on one of the gray threads, gradually smearing it into gold. In the dark, Lincoln had an invisible feeling - by smearing all the lines, he could pluck the strings.

To the next world!

Although the blending speed is a bit slow, at least there is hope.

He is estimated to be a superman, but compared to being a superman who has been maintaining world peace for many years, he may be more suitable to be a citizen of the motherland or even his ancestors.

The golden thread is a good opportunity.

Withdrawing his attention from the golden thread that took some time to fade, Lincoln could easily see through the thick wall. Not only that, the moment he saw through the thick wall, he also heard the sound of punches to the flesh.

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Looking at the thin figure who was repeatedly knocked down but stood up again with determination, Lincoln pondered for a moment and walked into the alleyway.

"Enough!"

Grabbing the hammer head that was about to hit Steve again, Lincoln waved his hand gently and threw the American to the ground.

Looking down at the man with a hint of resentment in his eyes, Lincoln chuckled and clenched his fist: "Do you need me to practice with you?"

The man struggled to get up from the ground. He looked at Steve, whose clothes were stained with dirt, and then at Lincoln, who was obviously difficult to deal with. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "You'd better watch your little friend."

"Yeah."

Lincoln reached out to pick up the uneven garbage cover, and bent it on it. With a creaking and twisting sound, the hard metal cover was rolled into a ball of garbage by Lincoln.

Throwing away the heavy metal garbage in his hand, Lincoln looked at the completely stunned man with a half-smile: "Do you want to be like this too?"

"You! You!" The man's eyes were full of disbelief. He pressed against the wall tightly and moved his feet outward inch by inch until he rushed out with a cry: "Monster! Monster!"

Unlike the panicked man, looking at Lincoln's typical oriental face and the iron shell that had been kneaded into a ball, Steve had other bold guesses in his mind: "Is this Kung Fu? Can you tell me what to do?"

How can we achieve this level?"

"This is not Kung Fu."

Lincoln shook his head and threw the iron ball into the trash can: "As for the method...100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day, whether it's winter or summer.

Turn on the air conditioner and persist for three years, maybe anyone can reach this level."

Steve didn't know why, so he just thought it was Lincoln's joke. He straightened his clothes and solemnly stretched out his hand: "Steve Rogers, you can call me Steve."

Lincoln glanced, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello Steve, my name is Lincoln."

"Lincoln?" Steve's eyes changed: "This reminds me of a great man."

"Maybe." Lincoln was noncommittal. At this moment, James Barnes (Bucky) in military uniform suddenly appeared behind the two of them: "I think maybe I'm not needed here?"

"No, you came just in time." Steve looked at his long-time friend Bucky and smiled: "This is my new friend, Lincoln. He did me a big favor."

"Lincoln?" As expected of a long-time friend, Bucky raised his eyebrows almost exactly the same as Steve: "This reminds me of a great man."

"Unfortunately, I am not the great person you think."

Lincoln shook hands with Bucky and smiled: "But I will definitely become a famous person, I can guarantee that."

After speaking, he waved his hands to the two of them: "I can see that you guys seem to have something to say. Let's talk first and see you next time."

Without giving the two of them a chance to save themselves, Lincoln quickly disappeared.

Bucky looked back, with some deep thought in his eyes: "I think he is not simple."

Steve looked at the trash can next to him and nodded: "I think so too. I wonder if he will join the army."

"The possibility is not very high." Bucky shook his head: "His shoes are very special, I have never seen them before."

"shoe?"

What Bucky mentioned was a detail that Steve had not noticed. He thought about it for a moment, and then gave up this futile behavior. It was only then that he noticed the green military uniform on Bucky's body, and his face immediately changed.

He became solemn: "Have you received the order?"