After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The system blows the horn at super high decibels in Sasha's ear: [beep beep——]

Sasha: […]

System: [Beep beep beep——]

Sasha: 【...Your decibels are too high, have you blown enough...! 】

The system was so excited that it spat out gibberish: [Dog host, I'm so happy!I feel great!I%#……#%】

Sasha: […]

The system played and sang at high decibels, and Sasha sat on the bed, touched an after-event cigarette, and listened while smoking.

The eyes are disgusted, but the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked.

It played for half an hour, and Sasha listened to it for half an hour.

Finally, the system stopped by itself.

The system said embarrassingly: [Dog host, why don't you insult me. 】

Sasha: [Total, you haven't shared your memories with me yet, have you? 】

The system was flattered: 【This is the first time you call me all so tenderly! 】

Sasha fell into a coma for a few days before fully understanding the body memory. The system scanned it for 10 minutes and finished it.

It was obviously very shocking.The analysis program was humming, unable to spit out a code for a long time.

System: [... Manipulating the host's body... The dog system has actually done such an awesome thing? ! 】

The amount of information is too large, and the system gets stuck while running: [Ko Ke is, this, this is, a serious logical error.The rule of the main system is that when the host dies, the system will also be destroyed.Of course, it is a serious logic error to start the tired bird and the anti-clock at the same time... Beep, logic error, contact with the main system is interrupted, beep...]

Sasha: [I don't know.During this period of time... every day is like a dream.It always felt like someone knew what I was thinking when I was laying on top of scp-999 at the end, and literally gave it to me.I... I don't know.Am I hallucinating now, too? 】

He didn't dare to ask this sentence until the system went online again.

Ever since he opened his eyes in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital, he has always told himself to be careful and never believe it.

Because the dream was so real, he found that he couldn't find a loophole.

If he believes this is reality too early, and once he suddenly wakes up from the dream, he finds that everything is false——he will suffer an unprecedented and cruel blow.

Sasha eagerly: [I see.It is caused by the main system.Isn't its rule that as long as you win the game to the end, you can grant me my wish?So maybe before we all knew it, I was already the most powerful one in the same period, so it——]

The system shattered his illusion: [It cannot be the main system.Dog host, the only wish you made at the beginning was resurrection.If it is the main system, it will resurrect you in this world in 2012 and destroy me at the same time.In any case, this will not be the case now. 】

Sasha wanted to find an answer for himself as soon as possible, so that he could believe that all this was reality.

But the guess about the main system was also wrong, and he fell into doubt and panic again.

The system ran for a while, and a brain wave scan was projected on his retina: [Dog host, look.This is your brain wave map, brain waves in the waking state, and when you are in REM sleep, the brain wave map will be completely different.This is not a dream or hallucination, it is reality. 】

Sasha: 【Then what if your words are also my dreams? 】

System: [Please search for a medical brain wave scan on the Internet for comparison.The dog system believes that the knowledge reserve and IQ of the dog host are not enough to simulate such a professional scan in the dream. 】

Sasha: [Then what if the pictures I searched online for comparison are also my dreams? 】

System: […… Matryoshka is prohibited. 】

It snapped open the backpack and showed Sasha a card: [Look at this! 】

Sasha was startled: [A——Shi——]

System: [A-Shi-]

The little slime, the size of a fingernail, was snoring and snoring in his palm.

This is the first N card he got in the [Dystopia] mission, delicious and lazy slime.Although it was a garbage card, they still worked hard to eat through the lead layer of the Hydra base.

...and finally died in the line of duty.

The system has counted for him a long time ago: [327 cards, 72 SR cards, 207 R cards, 48 ​​N cards... ssr cards cannot copy and change cards of the same level, so Tired Bird only restored all the SR cards used by the dog host , r card and n card. 】

Sasha is a non-chief. When he was the luckiest, he had only drawn 7 SRs in one world. He had never seen such a grand occasion.

The little golden retriever stood barefoot in the room, touching the cards one by one, touching the other cards that he would tell one by one every time he left a mission world.

Sasha: [It's a sniper! 】

System: [It's a sniper. 】

This is the most convenient main weapon card he drew in [Zombie Year [-]] - [White Death].

It is an extremely powerful ultra-long-range sniper rifle. The body of the gun is cold and white, and it looks abnormally cold.But when it is held in the hands of its owner, it is as if an extra organ has grown in the body.

certainly.He also saw the restored [Mind Stone], and [Pinru's Clothes].

Sasha's fingers moved.

He instinctively wanted to throw these two cards out.

But soon, he calmed down again.

so what?

In fact, from the moment the anti-clockwise activation started, [Dystopia] was already a completely non-existent world for him.

Sasha said nothing, and closed the backpack again.

More than 300 prop cards were taken back with a bang, and the scene was once very spectacular.

As the night approached, Hilda knocked lightly on the door as she did every time before and came in, leaning over to kiss him good night.

Hilda said softly, "I love you, little prince."

The little golden retriever was kissed by his mother, his whole face was flushed, he hid in the bed and muttered: "I, I love you too, Mommy."

The system is still in his head, and the style of speech between the two of them has always been rough "fuck you, fuck me", which made Sasha really shy when calling mommy.

But the system, which has always been broken-mouthed, didn't hurt him this time.

So, on the first night when he was discharged from the hospital, Sasha was lying on his small bed, with a system chattering in his head, an scp-999 stuffed under the bed, and delicious lazy slimes floating in the fish tank beside the bed.

The main reason is that it is slightly corrosive, and it will damage the furniture wherever it is placed. Sasha simply found an empty fish tank, filled it with water, and let it float and sleep in it.

SCP-999, who had been with him through the last time, became more restrained in his detachment, and obediently acted as a kennel for his master.

It can still exude a pleasant smell, and the tiny amount of mucus that is constantly secreted makes Sasha marinate deliciously.

Sasha put back into the bottle the sleeping pills she got by cheating with the nurse sister when she was in the hospital.

This night was the first time he fell asleep without any medicine after returning to his original world.

A night without dreams until dawn.

At dawn, a quiet ray of morning light passed through the gap in the curtains and fell on Sasha's eyelashes.

Sasha hadn't gotten used to the sentry alarm without the dog system, and when he woke up, he instinctively touched under his pillow and touched the cold [White Grim Reaper].

But when he held the sniper with one hand and opened the curtain with the other.

Outside the window, there is only the peaceful morning, without any imaginable hostility.

There was the slight sound of the bread machine outside the door, and the smell of sweet milk.

It was Hilda who was up and making breakfast.

He imagined living a life back home a million times.

I even guessed the small sofa at the door, and an ordinary morning.

——But any imagination and dream are not qualified to compare with the reality of this moment.

He looked at the ray of sunshine and thought, so be it.

He used to ask for very little, even a place where he can sleep peacefully is enough.

And this dream gave him more than he wanted.

He finds out that he has parents who have been waiting for him, and a home hidden in an apartment building, which even has his own small room.He has a system and all the card friends who have fought side by side with him.

He wanted nothing more.

Even if it was a dream, he wanted to immerse himself in it without hesitation.

As for the people he met before the reboot—

From the moment the world restarted, they were complete strangers.

Even if he lives in the same world as them now, this matter has nothing to do with him anymore.

As the owner's mood changed, the scent on SCP-999 also began to change slowly.

It went from Sasha's favorite smell of big drumsticks to bubbling sweet milk, slightly burnt bagels, the unique dry smell of hand-knit sweaters, and the usual laundry soap smell of the Atwells.

Sasha stuffed the golden retriever's head into its stomach and took a deep breath.

He couldn't and couldn't tell anyone.

In the depths of scp-999's layers of scents, there is still a ray of sun that seems to be absent.

It's like a spike smeared with honey.

Deeply rooted in the depths of his soul trying to rush to new life.

3 months later.

Empire State University of New York.

Ward Griffin, holding a stack of courseware materials, ran up the student dormitory building three steps at a time.

He ran so fast that he accidentally bumped into a chubby senior boy on the stairs and bounced him back.

Griffin: "Sorry, sorry! I didn't see the way!"

"no problem, no problem!"

The two senior boys were very friendly. One of them, a curly-haired boy with a small schoolbag on his back, quickly pulled him up from the ground, and offered to help Griffin pick up the paper materials that had been scattered all over the floor. It's too big, and I don't know how to pull over when I go up the stairs-Ouch."

Chubby stabbed his little friend with an elbow.

The two boys quickly picked it up for him, and Griffin ran up to the 7th floor in a panic.

He ran to the door of Room 702, brushed his hair a little, and carefully knocked on the door.

After knocking twice, I heard the door say: "Good time, the door is unlocked, please open the door for me."

Griffin immediately opened the door.

...a loud bang was heard.

A person fell on the computer chair and was shot out of 702 like a cannonball.

The computer chair slammed into the wall of the corridor, and the person on it jumped forward with a wow.

Griffin: "... what... what's going on!?"

After taking a closer look, he recognized that the person who was shot was the RA of this student dormitory building.

The RA (dormitory administrator) of American universities is held by senior students. Their responsibility is to manage all the living and living activities of freshmen. This job can exempt accommodation fees and help academic performance.

There was indeed too much movement in the corridor.

The students on the 7th floor stuck their heads out of the door one after another, and many people started to stop on the stairs.

Familiar students looked at the ground and showed understanding expressions.

This RA is not new, but he is notorious among the freshmen—he is a sloppy person, and he is in charge of the female student dormitory floor, and there are often complaints about his harassment of female students.

This guy is very careful in his work and has some background. The students have repeatedly reported to the education committee but nothing is done. The RA also has the right to report violations of the students’ rules, and arbitrarily fabricating a punishment for drinking before the age of 21 can annoy many newcomers and unfamiliar students.

So in front of him, most freshmen would choose to calm down.

However, the student dormitory building of Empire State University is mixed with men and women;

The 7th floor is the boys' dormitory floor, why is this stuff thrown out here?

The many heads that stretched out the door of the dormitory raised their heads again, looking for another party.

From the door of Room 702, a blond-haired, blue-eyed, fair-skinned boy walked out.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

The melon eaters on the 7th floor felt inexplicably enlightened: "Oh..."

The temperature in New York has changed a lot in the past few days. The boy is casually wearing a loose knitted sweater on his upper body, a pair of floral trousers on his lower body, and he is kicking two old plastic slippers on his feet.

He seemed to have just woken up, with very soft blond hair scattered on the side of his face, his beautiful peach blossom eyes squinted to look at people, and his eyes were full of anger from just getting up.

RA, who fell to the ground in disgrace, got up in a state of embarrassment:

"You...you beat the dormitory administrator for no reason! I'm going to do an injury assessment now, you wait, you wait for my lawyer—"

Boy: "No, no, I'm a man, you want to touch my ass too?"

RA: "...You, do you have evidence? This is a false, maliciously defamatory accusation! According to federal law, I can still sue you for defamation!"

This RA is not an idiot who has been doing evil in the freshman dormitory for many years.

Harassment itself is extremely difficult to obtain evidence. In addition, he is very careful in doing things. It is impossible for freshmen to have a strong sense of prevention, and it is impossible to deliberately install cameras in the dormitory. In the end, he always takes the reason.

With a few big hats on his head and his background in the school, many students can only consider themselves unlucky.

RA had the bottom line in her heart, looked at the soft jaw line of the other party, and even secretly rubbed a bolder evil thought:

If this freshman's character is more bullying, I can even use the punishment of beating RA to force him to do more things...

...Then, he saw the boy roll a huge white eye.

While muttering, "Stop doing this with your father", the young man took out a data cable from somewhere, connected it to his mobile phone, and showed it to him:

"Look at this face, is that you?"

RA is stupid.

A high-definition, uncensored video from the perspective of the door. It records how he shyly pushed the door in and pretended to post the management regulations for the freshman dormitory. After posting, he rubbed his hand on the dozing boy's leg and was kicked out with his last foot. the whole process.

Not only that, the boy slid his fingers down, and RA's online records of installing pinhole cameras in the girls' dormitory for several years, secretly shooting private videos and selling them were all listed on the screen.

Ra did not expect that a small harassment he thought was harmless would expose all the more serious criminal evidence of secretly filming.

Immediately, his forehead and neck became red, his veins popped out, and his eyes looked strange:

"...That... I didn't do it!!!"

Boy: "I'll give you another chance."

RA tried to snatch the phone: "...you don't fucking meddle in your own business!! Those broken shoes themselves like to take photos and mess with their boyfriends, how do you know they don't want to be taken?!"

Boy: "Oh."

Oh, he finished, in front of RA, he moved his fingers and posted on the forum.

Empire State University belongs to the State University of New York system. The 13 universities in the system share a general forum with tens of millions of views, including thousands of ACE and PTA members. Once it is posted, the academic career of this RA is completely over.

RA: "...you..."

RA: "...you son of a bitch—"

"……Hey!!"

Many students who watched the excitement saw that he was going crazy and immediately warned him loudly.

The tall and burly RA was the closest to the boy, grabbed the boy by the collar and pushed him into the dormitory.Apparently, this person is going to break the can, and he will talk to the young man first.

The curly-haired boy who was standing at the stairs and poking his head, threw his schoolbag into the chubby hand, and rushed over without saying a word.

Griffin, who had never fought before, was so frightened that his glasses fell off, he rushed forward to try to pull people:

"Don't hit, don't hit, don't hit Sasha..."

Teenager: "Go away, Griffin."

But before the two could make a move, everyone saw RA flying backwards, leaving only an afterimage.

Following a series of loud noises, he broke through the door of the dormitory opposite and fell into the wall of the dormitory of the opposite student, unable to get out.

This scene is comparable to a sci-fi movie, and everyone who eats melons is shocked.

The curly-haired boy who was running towards this side was also startled.

The boy looked surprised too.

But he quickly adjusted his expression, and said to the stunned boy at the opposite door confidently and confidently:

"Your door is quite broken, so you can't blame me."

The boy at the opposite door stammered: "...It's Ting Po, it's Ting Po."

The turmoil that almost caused a sensation in the whole school did not end until the next night.

When Griffin returned to 702 again, Sasha also finished his investigation and kicked his old man's plastic slippers back to the room.

Griffin followed him in: "Sasha, Sasha, are you okay?"

As the freshman receptionist who met Sasha by chance, the Atwells repeatedly asked the university to take care of Sasha. Every time Griffin walked into Sasha's room without hindrance, he always felt like a needle prick in his back. envious eyes.

Sasha is playing with the data cable in his hand.

Griffin wanted to take a closer look at what it was, but when the other party turned his fingertips, the data cable disappeared.

Sasha: "It's nothing, it's just a little weird."

Griffin hurriedly comforted: "That guy has been jointly sued. Let alone being an RA, I don't know if he will be detained after he drops out of school. But, you are so amazing! How did you find out his secret filming records? ? Is it a hacking technique?"

Sasha was vague: "The master hacker I met online helped me."

In the timeline of this world, during the summer vacation of 2012, Sasha had already received the university admission letter, but a trip on the subway made him "socially dead" in this world for 8 years.

After returning from rebirth, for a long time, Sasha had been obediently treating his depression at home. Later, when his condition improved, he offered to bring the whole family back to their original life trajectory.

Coulson, as Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., helped the Atwell family a lot when he returned to life as "Sasha Atwell."

A person who died in the New York War and was reborn 8 years later will attract more or less probing eyes, so they moved to a new house, Sasha's birth date was revised, and the faulty past was erased.

Coulson originally wanted Sasha to change his name, but after seeking Sasha's opinion, he decided to keep his original name.

But the university he went to must not be the one he took the exam 8 years ago.Coulson worked through the admissions records and placed Sasha at Empire State.

After all, they had lost their son, and the Atwells were worried about everything at first. When they heard that Coulson had chosen Empire State University, which was a little far from home, they hurriedly asked him why.

Coulson said: "Studying at that university, the safety factor will be relatively higher. Sorry, I can't tell you the reason, but please believe me."

The living host who crawled out of the corpse pile could not escape the fate of carrying a small schoolbag and taking exams in class. Sasha didn't dare to say it, but still silently adapted for a long time before he barely got used to his new identity.

There's nothing wrong with going to school.Because he entered school more than half a year late, he just applied for an empty double dormitory to live by himself, and sometimes he could put the summoned items in his backpack out to get some fresh air.

It's just that he overlooked one thing: going to university is not as easy as being a survival host...

On the first day of his enrollment, the system had already said the ugly words:

[[The card draw system 29-1] is set to: assist the dog host in all combat, survival, and mission needs, and provide intelligence support when necessary. 】

[However, according to the "Academic Integrity Principles" just read by the dog system, the dog hosts all courses, exams, and essay writing matters, and the dog system provides normal information search functions, and does not provide cheating and ghostwriting services. 】

Sasha still pretends to be serious about what to say, if not, he won't help him with his homework, what's wrong with that.

Immediately waved his hand: [If you don’t help, I won’t help. I didn’t bind you when I took the SAT test. I really think I’m a mentally handicapped child. 】

He really didn't brag about this sentence.Even before becoming a living host, Sasha was always evaluated by the teachers as a student who "has a good brain, but likes to use his brain in the toilet".

In the final days of high school, the Atwells, who had been doting on their cubs all the year round, learned from the painful experience. After starting mixed doubles against him, Sasha finally put his mind on his studies, and ended up getting a big upset on the SAT.

But the problem is, for a long time after that, his mind was focused on how to complete tasks and how to earn points.

Wait until you get a mountain of essay topics from Griffin.

... He found that he was indeed a mentally handicapped child.

Sasha was lying on the bed, holding a pen in his hand like killing his father and enemy, gritting his teeth to write an essay.

While writing, my mouth is still grumbling and complaining:

[Fuck, I have killed zombies with guns, invented a vaccine to save the world, pushed a firing pin to save the earth, washed the Supreme Yuan...]

In the middle of complaining, he stopped.

But it was only for a short moment, and he continued to write about the duality of classical poetics—fuck, who knows what kind of duality there is in writing a poem, Sasha scolded and turned the textbook into pieces phantom.

The friend Griffin saw that he was starting to do his homework, looked around silently, and then began to tidy up Sasha's kennel unbearably.

It would be a lie to say that she hadn't been struck by the face of Sasha Atwell.

When Griffin, who was relatively familiar with the campus, saw Sasha for the first time, he had a premonition that the influential figures in the school's social circle might be changing.

Especially half a month ago, Sasha had just been brought into school by the Atwells. At that time, he was still in the final stage of depression treatment, and he seemed very quiet.

Although he would appear very well-behaved around his parents, Sasha has an aura that is completely alienated from his peers. Among a group of busy ordinary college students, he can be picked out at a glance.

Sasha walked by Griffin's side as he introduced the Atwells to the campus.

The fragrance on the young man's body was not the perfume that boys used to spray on every day, but a scent mixed with food, milk, and flowers.

Griffin didn't know that since Sasha was reborn, he had been marinating on scp-999's body when he had nothing to do. He only felt that the smell was refreshing, and it always made people want to get closer to smell it.

But he dared not.

The beautiful blond boy didn't talk much, his eyes were calm when he looked at anyone, and he said "um" when he heard everything, and he seemed very unapproachable.

Griffin held back for a long time, and said: "You are so cool."

Sasha said: "Someone has said that about me before."

After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly.

When she smiled, dimples appeared on her cheeks, diluting a lot of the past Qianfan and the old god that came from nowhere.

The aura of the whole person suddenly softened.

Ah, the young little Griffin felt that at that moment, his ordinary life was sublimated...

He imagined that in the next four years, he would be able to hold the hand of a beautiful boy and swim around in this academic hall, sticking all the envious eyes on himself...

...and then when they are familiar, there will be no more.

Sasha was lying on her bed, scratching her butt while doing her homework, her tone was still melancholy:

"Hey, Fen, do you think I don't get along with you young people? I used to watch TV shows and said that college shouldn't have a lot of parties with drugs and sex? Why have no one looked for me since I went to school? I'm going to fuck..."

Griffin: "...First of all, not every university has a drug-taking party, more than 90% are very warm and healthy social dance parties; secondly, I think you sometimes talk like my grandma, which makes me I often miss her old man, and I really want to go back to the country from New York to see her; thirdly, your attitude towards your suitors, I think you are an emotional insulator, and you can’t get out of singles even at the age of 60, so no one dares to invite you Go to the party. Above."

Sasha muttered there again, but Griffin couldn't hear anything: "...what suitor...doesn't study well...you messy kid..."

Griffin: "... Finally I beg you, can you stop scratching your ass with this face???"

Sasha pursed her lips and stopped scratching.

I put the worn socks under my nose and sniff them. If they feel okay, I throw them on the empty bed opposite and wear them tomorrow.

Griffin couldn't bear to look directly: "..."

If he could have this head on his neck, he wouldn't have done it even if he was stabbed with a knife.

He was still tidying up the room silently while complaining, while Sasha, who was lying on the bed doing homework, was pulling his hair from the back of his forehead.

Although Sasha's body also has light golden hair, but the hair is so soft that it makes people jump on their feet.He kept it at home for three months without cutting it, and the golden hair has grown a lot. It doesn't work if you pull it behind your ears, or pull it behind your head. It's like grabbing a handful of water in your hand, and it will fall in front of your eyes no matter what.

He couldn't write the thesis, and his own hair still bothered him.

Sasha dropped the pen, buried her head in the book, and her light blonde hair knocked the textbook down.

Griffin was surprised: "It's finished so soon?"

Sasha: "Zzzz..."

Griffin: "..."

In fact, this is just a small daily annoyance.

Because he was too young, Sasha, who had been defending for more than three months, failed to defend this time.

He fell asleep with his head on the textbook, and saw himself kicking open the bathroom door in a trance, calling for a man to wash his hair.

After the Pinru incident, the man was actually very embarrassed at first, but then he pushed it halfway and pushed the boat with the flow, and developed into taking a mandarin duck bath every day.

The bathtub for one person is very small, the man kissed the top of his hair and asked if he wanted to change it, but he refused.

Deep down in his heart, he actually likes the feeling of being tightly squeezed with each other, full of security and warmth.

The man obediently washed his hair.

The two sat naked in the bathtub together, and he sat on the other's bare buttocks, his chin resting on the other's strong chest muscles, half-closed his eyes and enjoying the shampoo service.

The man scratched and scratched with his fingers in the foam, as gently as if washing a kitten, with a smile in his voice:

"My little guest, what is itching? If you are satisfied with this service, can you continue to choose me next time?"

He was scratched so comfortably, his thin white hands and feet slowly slid on the man's body, and he squinted his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep:

"A little bit to the left... right... go down, say go down! Zzz..."

Hearing that he was so happy, the man started to snore, very helpless, but also very happy.

Holding a wet little head in his hands, he gently kissed his ears.

He was dreaming: "My Sasha, my little prince, the treasure that Lao bestowed on me...Thank you for coming to my side..."

That gentle voice has not completely faded from Sasha's ears.

He has already jumped out of bed.

Griffin saw him jump out of bed with bare feet, and turned around in the bathroom and in the dormitory, as if he was looking for something.

He didn't find it, and he didn't wear any slippers, so he went directly to knock on the door of the boy opposite.

The boy at the opposite door opened the door, and seeing the arrogant peach-eyed girl opposite, he hugged the door reflexively:

"My door is already broken."

Sasha: "Do you have faders?"

Borrowing an electric razor, Sasha held it in his hand and walked to the bathroom.

Griffin followed strangely, asking as he followed:

"What are you doing, Sasha? Do you want to get your hair done? - Fuck you, stop it!!"

... Fortunately, he snatched it fast enough.

Sasha only had time to shovel a small part of his temple, and the electric fader was robbed.

Griffin: "...can't shave, can't shave!! If you shave your head, the cheerleaders will beat me until I vomit blood!!!"

After all, studying at the Imperial University is not an easy task, and there are still many people who hope that going to school will make them look good...

Griffin tricked the electric fader away by talking nonsense.

After checking again to see if there was any similar murder weapon in the room, he rushed out the door as if he was afraid of being robbed by Sasha.

The little friend ran away, and Sasha looked in the mirror at the small piece he had shaved off.

It's really ugly, and when you calm down and think about it, there's really no need for it, it makes him look like an idiot.

He helped the sink for a while, then grabbed the blond hair on his forehead and tied it back.

System: [Dog host, Superman is not on Earth right now. 】

Sasha calmly: 【I know.You said it last time. 】

When he was in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital, he already knew the background of this restarted world, as well as the previous "task targets".

He also knew that Superman had left Earth a year ago.

It's not that he wants to investigate, but Superman's reputation on this planet lies here, so it's hard for him to know.

Play a good game, and the pop-up windows are all about "Famous geologists have published major speculations. The main reason for Superman leaving the earth may be related to the extinction of dinosaurs."

He reasonably suspected that without this kind of information bombardment, his depression would probably be cured in a month.

At the same time, there is one thing, you don't even need to wait until he is reborn, as early as the moment he activated the counterclockwise in his previous life, he already knew very clearly——

A superman who never went through the black line, never met him.

He will be so good that the whole planet is chasing him, chasing the sun that never goes out.

...but he will never be that person again.

Superman in a normal state, flying around is the norm.

Maybe it's going back to the ruins of Krypton, maybe it's to collect strange alien creatures;

Maybe it's just to pick an alien rose for his official wife, Louise.

What has it to do with him?