People with superpowers are not superheroes [Comprehensive + British and American]

I thought that Kuaiyin's so-called wanting to "spot her" was just a whim, but it turned out to be quite serious—he is so annoying, he spends almost all time by her side except for sleeping time, even if she Just sitting there quietly reading a book, he will also wear headphones next to him, or run around at high speed, without stopping for a moment.As soon as she showed that she had nothing to do, he immediately jumped out and tried to drag her around.

...What's wrong, this man?

Annoyed by being stalked, Kusuko once wanted to change back to "Saiki Kusuo", tell him that he is actually a man - and then appreciate the expression of this guy being struck by lightning in return for making him feel bad hatred.

Of course, it's just a matter of thinking, how can he not expose his identity because of such a trivial matter, and the matter of revenge can be put aside for later.

For the time being, Nanzi made a note for Pietro in his heart.

"Have you got nothing to do?"

"My business?"

Pietro was chewing gum in boredom, took off the earphones he was wearing, and went to the bathroom in the blink of an eye to tidy up his messy hairstyle with water. He must make himself the most handsome in the eyes of this "cute girl" Cool image: "I don't have anything else to do."

——It turned out to be idle.

Nanzi understood, and asked again: "You don't go to class with other people?"

"Oh, haven't you said it? Like you, I'm not actually a student here." Pietro scratched his head, "That's right, my sister... oh, she's also a mutant, and she's very powerful, she said She has something very important to confirm, because it's too annoying to take me with her, so she left me here and left alone."

Wow.

It was so crisp and neat, Nanzi gave this "sister" a thumbs up in her heart.

In her unclear impression, she remembered Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch—Pietro's sister, their father was a very important character in X-Men-related works, and Professor X's opponent was also an enemy and friend. Magneto, is a very powerful mutant.

The so-called "important thing" to confirm... Maybe this is it.

Thinking of this, Nanzi followed suit and said, "Don't you wonder what your sister is doing?"

Boy, if you have this time to hang around her, it's better to meet her in advance.

"No, no, you don't know how powerful my sister is." Who knows, Pietro shook his head like a rattle, "She told me to stay here, if I sneak up and be found by her, I will die a terrible death of."

Of course death is impossible, but his sister has all kinds of methods to make him not eat well and sleep well, and he can't say a word in front of the girl he likes.

"and……"

"and?"

"..."

He thought he was sneaking a peek at Nanzi, then quickly turned his head and said coyly, "I want to stay here for a while longer."

"……Oh."

Nanzi didn't want to talk.

……

After two days like this, Nanzi couldn't bear it anymore. In order to prevent herself from doing something she shouldn't do, she simply hid in the underground laboratory of X Academy under the pretext of having her body and ability checked.

Of course, this is not entirely an excuse.

"I'm just like Charles, call you Miss Nanzi..."

The speaker was Hank McCoy, a well-mannered-looking clerical man in a pair of spectacles and a lab coat, if you ignore his ferocious animal appearance.

Although I have met Nanzi a few times in the past few days, I have always been with Charles before, and this is the first time that I have a face-to-face conversation alone.

Hank pushed his glasses and said curiously: "I heard about you from Charles. You are different from us mutants... May I ask, why do you hide your abilities?"

After finishing speaking, he was worried that something was wrong, and added: "This question is a bit abrupt. If there is anything unspeakable, I apologize to you. Please act as if you didn't hear anything."

...there is nothing to hide.

Nanzi looked at the "beast" with blue skin and hair all over his body - this is also his mutant title, well, at least he didn't hide his appearance here.

But... "How should I say it, because of the character setting?"

"What?" Hank thought he had heard wrong.

"It's nothing."

In the peaceful world he used to live in, there are only a handful of people with powerful superpowers like him... Well, it should be said that he is the only one. In order not to be noticed and studied by all human beings, he has not I intend to let anyone know about my superpowers.

Then... After the inexplicable fusion of the world, these concerns are actually unnecessary. After all, he is no more special than an alien wearing a bright red cape and flying around in the sky all day to help humans.

Nanzi then replied: "Personal habits."

That's right, in such a world, there is no reason for her to keep her superpower secret so strictly, it's just that her habit of the past ten years has allowed her to continue to do so.

After she finished speaking, she nodded in affirmation.

Hank was obviously incapable of accepting her answer like this, but the two of them were not even considered acquaintances, of course he couldn't say much, so he sighed: "Okay, let's do some basic tests."

... half an hour later.

Nanzi was lying on the experimental bench, turning his head sideways, while Hank was standing in front of the computer next to him, frowning.

"It's weird..."

He was puzzled and murmured, "From the collected data, your body values ​​are not particularly different from those of ordinary people under relaxed conditions, but..."

After obtaining Nanzi's consent, he took a small hammer beside her and hit her arm hard.

There was a sound of metal colliding, and even Hank, whose strength was far beyond ordinary people, felt numb and almost missed the small hammer in his hand.

"Look." He didn't care, and shook his hand, motioning Nanzi to look at the data on the screen.

"The moment I knocked down hard, your muscle strength—only this part—suddenly increased to a very subtle value, just enough to resist the impact of that blow...I would like to ask, what happened just now? Are you deliberately controlling the moment?"

"...No, actually, I don't feel anything special."

Hank was puzzled.

"If you have that kind of muscle density, your weight should be much higher than now, but the reality is that your weight is still a little light for your height..."

——If he knows that her height and weight are the result of his deliberate control, I don't know how he will react.

For such a test result, Nanzi was already prepared. She sat up and took off the metal patch on her body as lightly as possible—fortunately, the strength was well controlled this time, and there was no accident.It was Hank, seeing her action, his eyes lit up.

"By the way, why did you forget 'that'!"

……

"This machine was designed to test strength, pure lift strength, even Superman was tested on us."

Hank took Nanzi to the testing area. Above his head was a pile that looked like a pile driver. He stepped back and set various parameters on the instrument.

Before he had time to tell Nanzi the weight to be tested, Hank turned his head and almost missed the connection.

—— Nanzi easily lifted the "pillar" with one hand, turned his head, and looked at him innocently.

"..."

Hank opened his mouth, looked at Nanzi in horror, and then looked at the screen in front of him, making sure that he did not miss a few zeros when setting the value...

"I don't think it's necessary to continue testing."

Hanke smiled wryly and said: "This is already the maximum load... Judging from your previous strength performance, even if you can lift it, it is impossible to be so easy. This feeling seems to be that the upper limit does not exist for you at all. As long as you think about it, you can easily lift any heavy object."

"is it?"

Nanzi shook his hand suspiciously.

Nothing feels.

"According to the test just now, I have a guess about your ability..."

"Strength should be the best thing to control because you're "practicing" all the time, but according to yourself, your power control is surprisingly poor, which is unreasonable."

——In fact, she felt that superpowers themselves were not reasonable existences.

Hank pondered for a moment: "Is there a possibility... There is actually no upper limit to your strength, it's just that you subconsciously control your strength to just the right level, and when you encounter some unskilled things, you Subconsciously think that you may not be able to control your strength, so your strength will instantly increase to a level that you can't even imagine."

...No, this is too idealistic.

It means that her superpowers are actually all under the control of her subconscious mind?

Nanzi glanced at the "pile driver" in front of her... well, without knowing its actual weight, it did feel the same to her as an ordinary heavy object.

"Let's do another experiment."

Encountering such a rare situation in a century, Hank's researcher's instincts were completely stimulated, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands excitedly, asking for Nanzi's opinion.

"Apart from the ability you use all the time on weekdays, what is the ability you use most proficiently?"

Nanzi was silent for two seconds.

"Time travel."

"So it's time... what?"

Hank looked astonished: "You, you, you said time travel... Is it the one in my understanding, uh, could it be possible to travel to the past?" Or did he understand it wrong?

He couldn't speak well.

"That's about it."

Nanzi looked calm and composed, "Is there any problem?"

"Sorry, let me calm down."

Hank covered his face, turned his back and took a deep breath.

--This unscientific!

The villain in his heart is desperately holding his head.

As for Nanzi, while thinking of this superpower, her mind has already subconsciously turned around...

Hank finally sorted out his mood, turned around and said at the same time: "The ability of time is still too dangerous, don't experiment for now... Eh?"

The place where Nanzi was still just now is no longer there.

"Miss Nanzi?"

Nanzi at this moment... oh no, it's Qi Mu, he was standing in a bustling street, he looked calm on the surface, but in fact he looked bewildered.

It seems... It was the super power that was still not well controlled, which was activated arbitrarily when he changed his mind, and brought him to the future.

What?Ask him why he knows this is the future?

Because as long as you raise your head slightly, you can clearly see the current time on the big screen in the square in front of you.

It happened to be a year after his previous time, and every second was not bad.

"..."

Qi Mu was expressionless.

So, how amazing is this mentally handicapped superpower?

He planned to find a place to hide, lest he, an illegal intruder, be caught by any superhero, the most likely being Superman. After all, this is a metropolis, and Qi Mu recognized the central square.

However, the negative emotions coming from all directions and the negative atmosphere made him frown.

What's going on, is this really a metropolis?

Superman's city?

Soon, he got the answer.

[...Kal-El the Kryptonian, the Superman we are all familiar with, has died under the witness of countless people.He died at the hands of Doomsday to protect the American people...]

The big screen in the square started playing.

Hearing this news while walking, even if they knew about it long ago, many civilians in the metropolis still stopped their steps and silently looked up at the sky.

The god of men is dead, and the red mantle of hope will never come again.

Some were already weeping softly.

"..."

Qi Mu turned his head stiffly to confirm that there was nothing wrong with his ears.

……are you kidding me?