Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Despair, helplessness.

Zhao Nian has never felt the pain caused by these two emotions so clearly as now.

It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained out and he collapsed on his chair, staring at everything in front of him feebly.

The splendid office decorated with his money seemed to be mocking his short-sightedness.

Zhao Nian didn't know what consequences he would face, but he knew that without the help of the system, he would be just an ordinary person.

It is impossible to make a comeback in this world, even if he has many games in his mind.

If he had taken an original route before, if he had learned from the system and increased his attribute points to learn how to make games, music, or paintings.

Maybe he could still survive at this time, but unfortunately, he never imagined that the system would leave him, and he wasted a lot of precious time on enjoyment.

So much so that now that he is out of the system, he is just an ordinary person with no skills.

No, he is even worse than ordinary people because he has never had the idea of ​​learning and progress, which has doomed his current tragedy.

After enjoying the glory and wealth, Zhao Nian no longer dares to imagine what kind of life he will live next. He is even more aware of how one-sided the public opinion against him on the Internet will be.

Involuntarily, he looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the office.

Maybe by jumping off a building and committing suicide, he can get rid of his current situation without going to jail or paying compensation. Maybe after closing and opening his eyes, he can return to the previous world and be an ordinary otaku?

Zhao Nian's mind was confused. He staggered toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office and opened a small partition window.

But when he stuck his head out of the window and looked at the ground from an altitude of tens to hundreds of meters, he suddenly felt a wave of heartfelt fear.

All of a sudden, he collapsed on the ground, hugged his head and cried.

At this point, he didn't even have the courage to commit suicide. He could only huddle in the corner and wait for the police to come.

Lincoln's eyes were fixed on Zhao Nian, and he had no sympathy for his fate.

He saw how happy Zhao Nian was during this period of time. This guy never thought about learning and progress from the beginning to the end. He only thought about being happy after getting rich.

Lincoln has brought free thought to the world. In this case, Zhao Nian is of no use. He should be compensated and jailed. It is very reasonable.

The same fate as Zhao Nian was met by fellow sufferers from another world.

I don't know if these two people are friends or brothers, but their personalities are almost identical.

Under Lincoln's control, the outcome was naturally similar.

Watching Zhao Nian put on his prison uniform and walk into the iron prison to sing Chrysanthemums, Lincoln's eyes focused on more different worlds.

"Extreme sports? Boring; show support, boring; Superman... hmm? Superman?"

Seeing the familiar words, Lincoln's eyes suddenly froze: "There is actually a Superman world?"

Without any hesitation, Lincoln projected his power and thinking.

boom!

Lincoln released the power in his body without restraint, and his body as tall as a person fell like a meteorite into a field of ice and snow.

The huge frozen plate under his feet, which had been frozen for who knows how many years, let out an overwhelmed whine, and completely shattered into huge fragments under the tearing force.

With just one arrival, Lincoln's huge power caused the ice blocks tens of thousands of meters around to break apart, and the strong air waves turned the surrounding area into an untainted land of ice and snow.

The movement was so huge that although humans could not detect it, Clark Kent, who had just adapted to his superhuman flying ability in the sky, immediately noticed the drastic changes on the ice sheet.

Without any hesitation, he immediately changed his flight direction and roared away in the direction of Lincoln with a rolling sonic boom.

On the ice sheet in the distance, Lincoln had already noticed Clark coming in a cape from behind. He pondered for a moment, and golden lines began to appear on his body. A moment later, a pure black battle uniform wrapped Lincoln's body around him.

Inside.

Different from Clark's blue and red color scheme, the black and gold color scheme makes Lincoln look more powerful and mysteriously noble.

On his chest, there is no S-shaped logo that Clark used to show his identity.

Bang bang bang!

Seeing Lincoln in black uniform on the ice field from a distance, Clark's speed increased several times, and he fell from the sky in almost the blink of an eye.

boom!

There was another huge roar, and Clark, who still had not perfectly controlled every inch of his muscles and every ounce of strength, stepped on the frozen ice under his feet that had already cracked into several large pieces and broke it into pieces again.

The broken ice slipped a bit, and even Clark, whose feet were unsteady when he landed, could not help but slip a bit. But fortunately, with the existence of the biological force field, he stabilized his body again in an instant.

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Looking at this scene, Lincoln smiled: "It seems that you don't have very good control over your body."

"Yes, yes." Facing Lincoln's very kind-looking Weiwei, Clark was silent for a moment, and then nodded with some doubts: "Are you also a member of my tribe?"

"Who knows." Lincoln spread his hands and reached out to hold the sun in the sky: "Although I can also obtain super strength and super speed from the sunlight released by the yellow sun, am I a Kryptonian like you?

, this is a big question for me."

Hearing the question in Lincoln's tone, Clark couldn't help but step forward: "Maybe I can help you. I only need a small blood sample to analyze your identity genetically..."

"Are these important?"

Lincoln interrupted: "Does it matter if you are a Kryptonian? Krypton is gone, and unless you plan to live as a Kryptonian instead of an Earthling, finding out about this is meaningless to you."

As if he didn't expect Lincoln to say this, Clark couldn't help but take a step forward, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Aren't you curious about your identity?"

"No, I'm not curious." Lincoln shook his head: "I'm only curious about one thing."

"What?"

"Can Kryptonian matter make me lose all the power I have now."

Clark was stumped by Lincoln's question. He had no idea that Superman would lose his powers when he touched Kryptonian material.

Until then, Lincoln mentioned this matter: "Where did you hear about it?"