I'm really not a superman in Marvel

Lynch had a long dream.

He returned to the original world, and everything he traveled through was like a wonderful and short-lived dream.

He returned to the depraved, confused and frustrated Lynch.

Lynch was an orphan, but not from the start.

His whole life was written by tragedy.

Accidentally took away his father, but he did not give up on life.

He studies hard, helps his mother with housework, and does some small jobs that can make money in his spare time to share the financial burden.

His childhood life was not as colorful as those of his peers, with no new clothes, toys, or even friends.

In his childhood life, only rainy days would drip and leak, which caused his mother and son to sleep badly all night. When the winter was cold and windy, he shivered in bed but was reluctant to burn the stove in the dilapidated hut, and his mother who was always kind and never complained, always encouraged him to grow up.

Although he was poor, he was not depressed; although it was difficult, he did not think of giving up.

Because poverty and misery are always temporary, he believes that all these can be changed.

Therefore, he is diligent, humble and studious, and grows tenaciously.

Sometimes he also thinks of his father, and he doesn't blame his father.

Because his father left him with happy and happy memories.

Father is always very busy, for the sake of the family, he works hard.

He was so busy that when he got up, his father had already gone out to work; when he was so busy that he fell asleep, his father returned home exhausted, and could only kiss him in his sleep; he was so busy that he left in a hurry before he grew up.

Lynch only hoped that if his father really went to another world, he could enjoy life and stop being so busy for anyone else.

Smoke a pack of good cigarettes that you usually only receive during the Chinese New Year, and you are usually reluctant to buy, buy two decent clothes, meet two friends, and have a small meal of wine.

Overall, Lynch felt that his childhood was not bad.

He is working hard like this, looking forward to growing up and having the ability to change this family, so that his mother, who has been working hard for half his life, can have a happy and beautiful old age.

Until the summer when the wish came true.

He finished the college entrance examination, completed the score evaluation, and couldn't wait to tell his mother the good news.

Then I found my mother's red and swollen eyes and her desperate face.

He only met such a mother once, on the day he learned that his father had an accident.

He asked his mother what was wrong, and his mother said it was all right.

It's okay, of course it's okay.

How could my mother tell herself the bad news?
While his mother was out shopping for vegetables, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home, and finally discovered the reason.

It was a hospital report. Lynch collapsed after repeated confirmation.

Advanced liver cancer.

This time, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

One afternoon in his sophomore year, he received a call from the hospital and his mother left.

His dearest relatives have left him.

So what is the point of your own efforts?
Lynch was crushed.

He couldn't sleep all night and all night, and when he closed his eyes, the figures of his parents appeared in front of him. Only when the night passed and dawn came, he could fall asleep exhausted.

He learned to smoke, one or two packs a day, although he never understood why someone would be addicted to such a difficult thing to smoke.

He learned the game and indulged in the game all day long. Although the game did not make him happy, it could make him escape.

……

In this way, he spent the last two years of his college career in a degenerate way, until he was dragged to a party and watched a movie when he was about to graduate.

When he saw Iron Man snap his fingers and bring back half of the creatures in the universe, he suddenly thought of it.

If I snap this finger, can I bring them back?

……

Consciousness slowly returned to the dilapidated body, Lynch woke up.

He looked around wearily, and the memories after crossing gradually came back to his mind.

He didn't die, because in a critical moment, he turned on the system.

The system was like this:

"Superman system

Current template: Superman 100% in childhood, Superman in youth 0%
Template redemption list: Youth Superman, Superman, Magic Superman, Gold Superman, Supreme Superboy, Silver Superman...

Justice value: 51123. "

Although he didn't know why there were so many justice points, he was still overjoyed and immediately asked the system if he could exchange some templates.

The system's answer is that "Youth Superman" and "Superman" templates can be partially exchanged.

So he immediately exchanged 5.00% of the "Youth" Superman template.

Immediately afterwards, the torpedo exploded on him.

He lost consciousness.

Lynch felt his physical condition.

After exchanging the 5.00% "Adolescence Superman" template, he became even more powerful.

Although the physical condition is very bad, the strength has been greatly reduced due to weakness.

but……

His gaze easily penetrated the thick double-sided special glass, and looked at the people behind the cage.

This is Superman's perspective.

"It was you who imprisoned me?"

Lynch spoke hoarsely.

The man in white standing at the front looked excited and said, "We don't want to imprison you, it's just for safety."

"Are you an Earth human? Or an alien? Or..."

Lynch shook his heavy head, a little annoyed by this guy's words.

He felt that in his own state, it seemed difficult to escape from here.

So I thought about it, and replied: "I am a human from Earth, but I am also an alien."

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man was very excited when he heard Lynch's answer, and continued to ask: "Then are you a product of aliens? Or are you a hybrid?"

Lynch was a little surprised to hear this.

These guys, after studying for so long, still can't figure out their Kryptonian identity?

Do you really not read comics and movies?

Several male protagonists of The Big Bang Theory flashed in Lynch's mind.

If it was a few of them, surely they would have guessed that they were Superman right away?

This class of scientists is not good enough!
He bowed his head and thought for a while, then replied weakly: "I am an alien, I grew up on Earth."

The cue was obvious, and it was only a matter of flying up and shouting "I'm Superman!".

Unexpectedly, the man in white seemed to really not know about Superman or what, but continued to ask: "Then why did you grow up on the earth? Do you know your compatriots?"

Lin Qi was speechless and decided to ignore him.

If someone asked him if he was Superman, he would definitely not admit it.

I didn't expect that there was such a strange thing that even Superman had never heard of.

If you are tired, take the time to rest.

Suddenly, Lynch felt a little restlessness in his body.

It seemed that every cell in my body was restless, longing for something.

Lynch turned his head suspiciously to find the source of this restlessness.

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something, and then raised his head——
Through layers of obstacles, he saw the light.

A ray of light shot out from the dark sky.

Dawn has come.

"Hehehe..."

Lynch grinned and laughed loudly.

"The dawn has come, can justice be far behind?"

He roared excitedly.

Then, with the last bit of energy, he shoots a heat gaze overhead.

The thermal sight penetrated from the ground into the sky, attracting a ray of sunlight.

And Lynch was reborn from the ashes like a phoenix in the sun.

The wounds on his body healed quickly, his skin became radiant and smooth, and his heart beat stronger.

With a slight struggle, all the restraints and equipment fell off, and he was slowly suspended in the sunlight.

"Now, it's my turn, are you ready?"